#Lei's Mailbox

[leiluvs]

Hello!!

hi there!!

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

HI saw your requests were open for sagau so i thought i'd drop on by

can i request creator reader with favourites, specifically alhaitham and diluc but you can add more if you'd like! just generally how the character would react to being favourited by the creator and how the creator treats them pls <33

have a good day and no stress if you don't like the idea, just a lil brain rot i've been having recently

lei <3

Hello, Lei Anon! I'll gladly do this request! It's been a while since I've done something like this too lol—I'm doing great as of right now. I hope you're having a good day as well :) I hope you like what I got!

Alhaitham & Diluc Getting Favoritism Privileges ✨

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Diluc

When he heard rumors that he was being favored by the Almighty Creator, he denied it at first. It was just the drunkards in his tavern just talking and rambling. There wasn't anything that could be used as solid proof to back up their drunk claims.

If it wasn't for the fact that you strolled on in, saying, "Diluc, my favorite Main!" he probably would never have believed it.

With your attention consistently on him, Diluc is often praised for gaining Mondstadt the true blessing of the Almighty Creator. Diluc is constantly being given gifts that you find, bought, or crafted—be it a chair made of the finest wood, a fresh bouquet of freshly picked asters and cecilias, or a fresh pair set of clothes with the best quality of silk! Or, whenever you think your gifts aren't enough—mora.

"Your Grace...there is no need for any of this." Diluc doesn't know what to do with the amount of gifts you're giving him constantly. He doesn't even know where to place them in your manor. Adelinde and the other maids are even struggling to maintain the overflow of gifts you've been gifting.

And you, of course, don't think this is enough. "Diluc needs more love" is your motto now!

Alhaitham

Alhaitham's heard of the rumors about being favored by the Almighty Creator. Even Kaveh brought it up, drunk or not, about how Alhaitham was like the golden child of the Their Divine Grace.

Like the usual guy he is, he shrugs it off. Rumors cannot be taken as truth, but that does get him intrigued. Thus, he starts researching to see if these rumors were true, and if not, what parts of the rumor were true.

Turns out, the answer was rather easy to find—you just straight up walked up to him and handed a few books you thought he might find interesting for him. And by a few, I mean at least 50 books.

"Thank you, Your Grace. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to bring any of this home—" "I can help you bring it home!" "—nor do I have the space for it." "I can buy you a new shelf! No, actually, I'll build you your own private library!" "Oh? You're even more intriguing than I thought, Your Grace. Allow me to ask for your help and aid to carry these books home."

You would often buy him books, or give him more mora, or hell, even gift him any furniture or equipment he needed! Anything he needed, you would find a way to supply it to him, or just gift it to him in general, because why not!

Safe to say that Alhaitham took quiet amusement to Kaveh's flabbergasted expression and shock. And, ever the perfectionist he was, how Kaveh was fumbling on shelving the books in the new (big) library you built beside his house that only he (and Kaveh) could access.

Safe to say he is grateful for your favoritism.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Dang, is my mailbox exploding with brainrots from people LOL. I certainly wasn't expecting this! I do hope these posts are up to your liking :)

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[toruvi]

holy shit ley I just went to check my mailbox and your package was in there since yesterday and omggggg!!!!!

it’s like the best thing ever to have rn that I feel like absolute dog poop (I was in the hospital on Friday and I may have gastritis so that’s fun) BUT AHHHHH THE EREN MIKA AND ARMIN PRINT ARE TOU KIDDING ME !???? ITA PERFECT AND I LOVE THEM SO MICH 🥹🥹🥹🥹 also the Levi photo card thingy !!!???? GOAH IM SO IN LOVE WITH IT AND IM ADDING JIM TO MY WALLET RN!!

I had no idea how big the sick of this shit stickers were but omg it’s so perfect for my bottle (it was meant for my coffee bottle but now I’m not sure if I’m allowed to drink coffee without my stomach acting up so I neeed to find alternatives sadly!) BUT AHH IM STILL PUTTING HIM ON THERE EVERUTJING IS SO PERFECT I LOVE THEM AND YOU!!! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

AHH ALEX i'm so happy it arrived safely! i hope you're doing okay now holy shit that sounds like so much to deal with :( PLS take care of yourself!! <3

I'M HAPPY YOU LIKE THE PHOTOCARD HEHE and yeaaah the stickers are kind of huge FGJKHDFJK i might resize them to make them a teeeeeeny bit smaller since I'm thinking of outsourcing them! BUTTTT I'm glad you love everything waahhhh TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT AS ALWAYS ALEX ILU <3333333333333

[lamouratorrrrry]

How about Mordred for the ask meme?

ah the son boy

favorite thing about them

love that hes a little hothead while being like. 5’

least favorite thing about them

hes a saber face 💔 sorryyyyy nothing against them and i know it makes the most sense in his case but i still just find the whole thing kinda. You know.

favorite line

hes so funny

brOTP

delinquent squad with caeneus and mori \o/

OTP

fran/mord <3

nOTP

dont really have one! just no incest plz

random headcanon

remember how in lilo and stitch she gives stich a flower lei and it immediately calms him down? yeah.

unpopular opinion

🏳️‍⚧️

song i associate with them

mailbox arson - alexisonfire

favorite picture of them

oomfie :)

[bnhxwks]

I am obsessed with your new icon it's seriously so so pretty every time I see you on the dash I keep staring at it?? SO PRETTY omg and all of the details?? The color palette? I can't get over it 🥺🥺

AIDISUDN thank you, you're so sweet 🥺 fr this message made my night <3 tumblr destroyed the quality so imma just...stick it here

click for quality that isn't abhorrent 🤍

[knivesoutz]

Thanks a lot @supergangbxl 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖔 in progress #stickerslaps #stickercombo #mailbox #stickerlover #freeart #streetart #foryoureyesonly #photography #stickerbombing #trashbandit #ley #meme #supergang #mola #fez #tmnt #epok #acme #knivesoutz #cactus #stickergoddess #dupz #bxl #knivesoutrecords #knivesout #urbanstickersart #urbanart #adhesive #stickers https://www.instagram.com/p/B-EfhUGqngw/?igshid=lzktkkmag05

[guildwars2]

Return to Living World Season 2 Begins May 25

Hello to all! Next week we’ll begin to spotlight episodes of Living World Season 2 as mentioned in our Summer Live 2021 blog post. This season picked up after Scarlet Briar’s devastating attack on Lion’s Arch left the city in ruins. While Scarlet died at the hands of the Commander, her airship drill The Breachmaker completed her work--creating a power surge by drilling into the ley lines beneath Lion’s Arch and awakening something terrible. 

The dragon Glint used her gift of prophecy to aid mortals in their struggle against the Elder Dragons. Now the Commander and their allies face an uncertain future, chasing the glimmer of hope she left to the world. 

Unlock Living World Season 2 Episodes free every week! During their spotlight weeks, you can unlock episodes for free by logging in to Guild Wars 2! Your story unlock tokens will be delivered to your mailbox. 

New achievements will be added to episodes during their spotlight weeks, and they’re permanent so you can complete them any time. Check out the Summer Live blog to learn how to score some legendaries, ohoho. ฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅ

[thebutterflysoupblog]

About Min

Part 3! This is the same deal as the Diya and Akarsha posts. Press the hyperlinks to find the source with extra details!

She is 5’1

She listens to a lot of emo music like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, etc. completely unironically, thinking she’s cool. The only exception on her playlist is the song “The Only Exception” by Paramore (See playlist here)

She is nonbinary

She is comfortable with she/her pronouns

She thinks she’s invincible and that the proven bad effects of smoking won’t happen to her

She eventually quits smoking because Noelle told her the secondhand smoke could hurt Diya

Her birthday is 4 July

She is the third oldest in the squad

Her profile picture is her posing in front of a store at the mall

If looking closely, Jun’s reflection is shown because he took the picture of Min

Her trying to cheer Akarsha up improved Noelle’s opinion of her (as Noelle heard Akarsha’s outburst outside the gym)

She plays video games

She may manage to break into minor league baseball and eventually MLB (in the future)

She starts hanging out with Hayden, Jun, and Diya together again now that they had all seen each other

She is only attracted to girls

Her favorite movie is Fight Club

Her personality type is likely ESTP, as she is very direct and defiant to rules

She tried to learn electric guitar, but didn’t have the patience for it and stopped

She only knows how to play the kkwaenggwari because she had to learn it as a kid (see video here). According to Brianna Lei, it’s “extremely loud and potentially VERY annoying sounding in the hands on young Min”

The bandage on Min’s cheek is never explained in-game. She gets a lot of minor injuries from picking fights with people and making bad decisions

Both her high voltage jacket and black hoodie from the future are made up

The hoodie she wears at a child is based on another shirt (see image here)

When sick, she drinks one glass of orange juice and insists she is no longer sick. She does not cover she mouth when she coughs or sneezes

Her family is Christian

She went to church regularly as a kid, but has complicated feelings about it due to her church’s homophobia

She likes spicy food and always chooses the hottest option

She hates tomatoes by themselves, but is okay with them in pasta sauce

She hates almost all vegetables (as a child, she would secretly spit them out somewhere)

She hates salads and would never voluntarily eat it

She likes fried foods and curry

She likes burnt foods

She and Akarsha dare each other to eat ghost peppers

If she played D&D, she would be a barbarian with high strength and no intelligence and wisdom

She has tried weed

When playing Overwatch, she only plays 4 specific attack heroes in order of preference: Reaper (cool and edgy), Genji (sword is a long knife, chosen if the above is taken), McCree (cool, chosen if the above is taken), Soldier 76 (cool soldier, chosen if the above is taken)

She has played over 100+ hours of Overwatch and is mechanically skilled (See a lot more details in Asks 17!)

She considers herself a gamer

She mostly plays console and PC games like Call of Duty and Team Fortress 2

She can’t process that she is way shorter than Diya. She will acknowledge is when directly confronted, but because she was a bit taller when they were kids, she feels like that is how it will always be

She was the Big Bad Wolf for Halloween, so she wore a wolf mask over her head

During Halloween, she also drank sprinkler water because she was thirsty

During Halloween, she dared Akarsha to lick a mailbox (see extra details about Halloween in Asks 18)

If she had a backpack, she wouldn’t wear it. She would use only one strap because she thinks it looks cooler

During Butterfly Soup, she does not know about alternative pronouns, so she only uses she/her

In the future, she uses she/her, but will be fine with they/them

She sometimes feels betrayed by Jun because he doesn’t always side with her and tries to placate their parents, but they’ll always be best friends

She likes watching movies with Diya because of how she clings to Min, etc.

She is rarely scared of horror movies because she thinks she can beat other people and monsters in a fight. When she is momentarily scared by jump scares, she denies it afterward

In the future, she lives with Diya

She and Diya don’t have kids in the future (see image in this link)

That's it! (●'◡'●)

[talkbykhalid]

𝐓𝐎: 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐍

༘ ✎ ◃ prologue | to: k.hj ▹ [ navi ]

༘ ✎   words: 7.7k +

༘ ✎ member: choi san

༘ ✎ warnings: swearing (i think that’s all?)

༘ ✎ idk i feel like this is a complete mess also im sorry I didn’t update on the promised day i was feeling ill )): also i believe i misspelled ‘complexion’ somewhere here but i can’t find it (((’:

To: Choi San

How do I start this? Choi San, I liked you for three years straight, from the day we first met, I saw you from my bedroom window and thought, ‘why not introduce myself’. I took my chances and I didn’t regret a thing, I still don’t. Haha… I remember I kept interrupting you (it was a bad habit of mine) and you were like: that’s rude, don’t. 

“Lei?” Your sister looks back at thirteen year old you from your study desk with an attentive hum, “Do you know that guy?” Your finger jabs at the glass window, pointing at the young boy heading towards their mailbox. Lei’s eyes follow your finger and lands on the dark haired kid dressed in his pyjamas. “No, I don't… Must be new.” She shrugs indifferently and turns back to her previous task. “I think we should go say ‘hi’.” You quickly hop off your window seat and sprint downstairs, making your sister roll her eyes and chuckle. 

“Hi!” The boy jumps at your sudden greeting and looks at you with confused cat-like eyes. “I’m y/n, I live across the street.” You throw him a wide smile and he returns it with one of his shy ones, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “I’m San, nice to meet you.” You place your elbows on their wooden fence and lean forward, “Welcome to the town, how are you liking it so far?” San glances behind him to their front door and sees it open and empty, taking this as a sign that he can continue the conversation, he takes a step closer to you. “Well, we moved in here the day before yesterday, I can’t really say anything yet.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, digging his shoes into the ground. You tilt your head to the right, pleading with your eyes for him to keep talking, he takes the hint and keeps going. “You know, we’ve been busy unpacking and it’s been raining for the past couple days, so I don’t think we had the chance to leave the house.”

“So what you’re saying is that this, right now,” you make a silly gesture with your hands, “this is your first time leaving the house?” San furrows his brows in deep thought, “Well, you’re not wro-” “Wait, no, since you’re still within this fence,” you interrupt him mid sentence, your hands making contact with the white wood to emphasize your point, “technically you still haven’t left home.” He acknowledges this with a nod of his head. “Technically-” “That’s pretty sad if you think about it.” You interrupt him once more, but this time, when you open your mouth to speak, San call’s you out. “It’s rude to interrupt people when they're speaking.” He furrows his brows at you and leans back on their mailbox. 

“Ah… I’m sorry.” You remove yourself from their fence and look down at your shoes. San’s strict expression subsides and is replaced by a soft smile, “It’s fine, I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.” You sigh in relief and look back up to meet his eyes. It stays silent for a couple moments before San starts speaking. “I’ve been wanting to walk around the town for a bit, from what I’ve seen from my window,” his eyes roam around the array of colourful houses down the street, “everyone seems fun to be with-” without thinking your mouth moves on its own, moving to say something, but San gives you a pointed look, as if saying ‘remember what I told you’ and your lips shut in an instant. “Just yesterday I saw a bunch of kids playing in the rain. Back where I lived everything was gloomy and depressing,” he recalls the leaden skies he used to look up to and compares it to the bright blue sky he’s seeing right now. “This is just so much better.” His gaze comes back to you and his eyes disappear into bright crescents, adding a scintillating effect on his smile.

He’s really cute. “Thanks.” The dark haired boy in front of you gives you a playful smile at what you blurted out. “D-did I say that out loud?” You mentally kick yourself in the stomach at your idiocy. “I mean, sure, no problem.” (Un)Fortunately, before things become awkward, a voice from inside San’s house calls for him and the said boy is reminded of why he went out in the first place. “It was really nice talking to you y/n.” He opens the mailbox he was leaning on and grabs a stack of envelopes from inside. “Yeah, you too, and I’m glad you’re liking it here.” You back away from the fence and watch as San runs a hand through his dark locks. “I gotta go now. I hope I see you soon.” He gives you one last smile before jogging back to his house. 

Your eyes land on his mailbox spotting their surname printed on the side, choi… choi san, it suits him. A small smile makes its way on your lips and you turn around to run back to your house. Unbeknownst to you, San stood by the living room window and saw the smile appear on your face, making him chuckle softly and shake his head. His eyes stayed on you while you ran across the street before disappearing into the front door. 

… and then the day after that, I was looking out my window and suddenly you opened the curtains and saw me. I really didn’t know it was your room! I promise. But I’m glad that happened, we had a topic to talk about on the way to the grocery store. That day you got lost and would have raged in front of Mrs. Han’s house if I didn’t help you. 

The next morning, when San opened his curtains, he’s met with your face, staring out of your own window. Your eyes met for a moment but the contact was broken by you falling off your seat in shock. You really didn’t expect for that to happen, you didn’t even know that was his room. You were just unconsciously looking out your window, coincidentally, thinking about San, whether or not you were going to see him today. Well you did see him, just not in the way you thought.

“Breakfa- Are you okay?” Lei enters your room and is half surprised to see you face down on the floor. When you’re sitting at the kitchen table holding an ice pack to your nose, Lei sits in front of you and looks at you, her expression a combination of expectant and disappointed. “Well, I was looking out the window, minding my own business when suddenly, San opens his curtains. I was startled and fell back.” You quickly explain to your sister who now holds a confused expression. “San?” You’re reminded that you didn’t have the chance to tell your sister about yesterday's happenings. “Oh, the boy from across the street.” Lei nods at this, finally putting a name to your new neighbour. The day seems to be going by normally, your sister left an hour earlier for her dance class, your grandmother up in her room embroidering flowers into her curtains. 

“y/n, sweetie?” Your grandmother calls from upstairs. “ What is it, mama?” You peek your head through her open door, she sat on her over-cushioned loveseat and to her right was her little embroidery drawer, filled with all sorts of embroidery materials. On top of that was a large empty glass and a carton of almond milk. “Would you be a dear and run to the grocery to buy me another carton of milk?” You nod your head yes and give her a small smile before heading out. You grab a grey hoodie from the floor when you pass by your room and slip it through your head before you reach the front door. On the way to the grocery, you notice someone across the street in a black and white windbreaker. He was constantly looking up and down from his phone and to the street signs, before letting out a semi-loud frustrated groan. 

Your feet seem to have grown a mind of their own as they bring you towards the troubled person. “Excuse me?” you call out once you’re within arm’s reach of the stranger. “Huh, oh y/n.” Maybe he wasn’t a stranger. “It’s just you,” San sighs in relief, glad that he bumped into a familiar face, “what’s up? Why are you here?” “I could ask you the same thing, you looked so frustrated.” You chuckle and shift your weight to one foot. “Ah, you see, I’m on the way to the grocery but I got lost.” He looks down at his shoes and scratches his nape. “Even with my phone I can’t seem to find my way.” He lets out a flustered chuckle, his ears slowly turning red. “Well, what a coincidence. I’m headed there too; I could show you the way, if you’d like.” You offer to the dark haired boy, making him look up to you with sparkling eyes. “Are you really? You’re not just saying that to not make me feel bad about getting lost right?” You laugh for a quick second before leading the way to the grocery, “No, I’m serious. Also, you’re new here so that’s understandable. If you’ve been here for a while and still got lost, I’d laugh at you for sure.” San rolls his eyes playfully and proceeds to follow you. 

“What’d you come here for anyway?” San asks you when you two enter the store. “Ah, my grandma ran out of almond milk and I guess I could buy some chips while I’m out.” You grab a small basket from the stack by the entryway and stop when you notice San reaching for the shopping cart. “What about you? You look like you’ve got a lot on your list.” He pulls one of the metal trolleys out of its train formation, noticing that one of the wheels got jammed and giving it a kick to get it free. “Oh, my parents are going to have a little dinner tomorrow evening, and I’m buying the ingredients.” “Ah, I see. Can I help you with your shopping?” You fall into step with San as he pushes the cart through the various aisles. “Sure, that would be great, thanks.” You help the boy with picking out ingredients all the while picking out a few chips and your grandma’s almond milk.

Throughout the first half of your shopping, San looks like he’s deep in thought, like he’s got something to say. “You okay there, buddy?” What if he doesn’t want me to accompany him, it is pretty weird. “I’m fine…” he quickly dismisses your curiosity. “Aye come one, if you have something to say, just let it out.” You puff out your chest and bump it twice with your fist, “I can take it.” Your dark haired companion just laughs it off and shakes his head, insisting that it’s not important. Your feet come to a halt and you purse your lips and furrow your brows. “Damn dude, if you didn’t want me to come with you, you should have ju–” “No it’s not that!” He stops too and gives you a tight smile. “It's really nothing, let’s just continue this veggie hunt.”

You called me your friend that day, even if we just met. I was so happy, I had the honour of being your first friend in a new town… 

“A-actually,” San starts, a few minutes into your ‘veggie hunt’, his cheeks gaining a little bit of a reddish tint “why don’t you come over tomorrow night?” You raise your eyebrows in confusion, not really understanding what he means. “It’s gonna be a welcome dinner, you know, the thing tomorrow. My parents invited a few people from around the block. They said I could invite someone too.” You point a finger to yourself as if saying ‘you’re inviting me?’. San understands this and sheepishly prods his tongue at the insides of his cheeks. “Yeah, I just thought it’d be nice to have a friend to talk to. It’s totally fine if you decline!” Your chest heats up when San says the F word. You two just met and he already considers you a friend. “No, I’d love that.” You smile at him softly, the boy in front of you breaks out a dazzling smile, emotions evident on his face. San exclaims in happiness and gives you a hug, which you return with the same energy. Now that San got that over with, his shoulders were no longer tense with nerves and he can now freely select whatever he needs.

Wait no, he still had one thing left in mind that he needs to ask you. So when you two reached the fruit stands San spoke up “By the way, earlier this morning–”. You collapse onto your knees, like the dramatic bitch you are, and hide your face in your hands. “Please don’t.” Your friend laughs at you while calmly placing a bunch of apples into his cart. “Please don't misunderstand this, I wasn’t looking into your room.” San turns to look at you and smirks, pointing an apple at you, the bright red fruit mocking you. “You were, actually, and you can’t deny it because I saw you with my own eyes.” He lets out a subtle chuckle that you couldn’t get a hold of and proceeds to walk down the aisle. “I swear, I didn’t even know that was your room.” San obviously doesn’t believe you, you can see it in his sharp eyes, there’s a glint of mischief in them. You spent the rest of your time trying to convince him that you weren’t a stalker and that you weren’t after his self proclaimed ‘precious, healthy liver’. 

On the night of your ‘Welcome dinner’, I introduced you to my sister. 

Your eyes go over your reflection as you adjust your sweater sleeves and tighten your half ponytail, to say you were excited was an understatement. The moment you got home that day, you rushed to inform your grandmother and Lei about the dinner. Your grandmother being the happiest hearing the news, since she, quote/unquote, “No longer needs to make dinner for two incompetent buffoons”. She wasn’t wrong about the buffoon bit, but she could have been nicer with her wording. San was busy the whole day, helping his family with all the preparations, but he managed to spare a few minutes of his time to have a little chat with you by their fence, like you did when you first met.

Your outfit was half-assed, you’ll admit, but there’s really no point in getting all dressed up, you’re literally just crossing the street and getting dinner; and turns out your entire family was on the same page. Your grandma wore one of her plain white dresses and put a shawl over her shoulders, yes she does look the classiest among you three. Lei put on your shared gray hoodie (the one you wore yesterday) and white washed jeans. “I wore that yesterday,” you point out to your sister who remained indifferent, (you’re starting to associate the word ‘indifferent’ with your sister) and replies with “They won’t notice, and if they do, why should I care?” as she tugs her hair into a messy bun. It works though, for her. Lei looks good in everything, you’ve accepted the fact that she used up all the good genes in your family, leaving you looking like a rat. But you tell yourself that it’s personality that counts (and you have a great personality…), and that there are some rodents that are cute. 

When the sun starts to set, you three start your trek to the Choi household. It was just across the street but all of you were lazy shits so the distance was already a lot to handle, that’s one thing you have in common. San opened the door for you with a large smile imprinted on his thin lips. “Y/n you came!” not gonna lie, he sounded like an eight year old on their birthday, but it was cute. “Of course. San this is my sister and grandma.” You introduce them to the boy and he greets them both politely, inviting you three into their humble abode. He leads you to their dining room where his family and a few of your neighbors sat on a long wooden table, a large variety of food displayed on the polished surface. 

Dinner then commenced, you situated yourself with San to your left and your sister to your right. You held a conversation with the cat-eyed boy for a few minutes before remembering that you had a sister and deliberately including her in the said conversation. Fortunately, the addition of another speaker didn’t make your exchange awkward and you were pleased with the way the night unfolded. After dinner, the adults opened up a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and engaged in a discussion about politics, so San dragged you and Lei out to their backyard. There, he threw himself on the grass and patted the spot beside him. You plopped down onto the ground and your sister followed suit, “I’m really glad you came.” San’s eyes met yours and they had a certain glimmer in them that made your heart skip a beat. The twinkle of the stars reflected in his large chocolate irises. Lei cleared her throat and your eyes broke apart and turned to the aforementioned female. “I’m glad you invited us, San.” She gave him one of her dazzling smiles and you felt something deep inside you crack when you noticed the soft pink tinge on San’s ears.

Your bed springs made a soft creak when your weight bounced on top of it. Heaving a sigh, you stare up at the ceiling with a soft smile creeping up onto your lips. “San’s not that bad.” Lei announces from your vanity, pulling her scrunchie out of her long dark locks. “He’s cute too.” You feel that thing again, deep inside where your heart is supposed to be, a tiny crack. But you choose to pay no attention to that, “I know right.” you roll over onto your stomach and look at your sister’s reflection. She was in the middle of brushing her hair, untangling all the knots that developed, ‘she’s really pretty’ you say to yourself. Your eyes shift over to your reflection, you notice that you share the same attributes with your sister, but something about her makes everything compatible. You honestly think that you should stop standing beside her, because it makes you look pathetic, but you love her too much to do that. 

… and soon after that we became a trio. Nothing could separate us three. 

It’s been a little over a year since that night at San’s house and ever since then your friendship has been evolving. You’ve been visiting each other frequently (considering that the other’s house is literally right across the street) and hanging out… the three of you. Of course your sister was always there, you wanted her to be there… did you really? Yeah you did. After months of constant mingling with San, you really couldn’t help yourself. It was inevitable. You fell for him and it turns out you weren’t the only one. You saw the way Lei’s eyes start to linger on San when he turns away to head back home, the smile that graces her pink lips whenever his name is mentioned in a conversation. There was a certain glint in her eyes whenever she’d spot him, even from the corner of her eyes. Shit you can’t believe it, you saw it coming, yet you let yourself go and look at where that got you. 

“It’s really cute, don’t you think?” Lei’s voice snapped you out of your reverie and you’re met with her bright eyes when you looked up. During the past couple of months you noticed a shift within Lei, she became less nonchalant and cared more about her looks. She was already good looking to begin with but with added efforts she was stunning, haha I’m in danger. “San’s haircut, did you notice?” Of course I did, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Huh? Oh yeah, it was.” You two seem to have slipped into a somewhat weird routine where you two would stay in each other’s rooms and discuss your interactions with San, trying to one up each other. This time you were in Lei’s room, seated on top of her coffee coloured comforter with a matching boudoir pillow in your arms. “It really suits him.” She giggles into her hand and your mind fills up with San’s current hairstyle. You couldn’t stifle your laughter at the thought of San’s bowl cut. 

“Where’s San? I can’t find him.” your eyes wandered all around his front yard, yet refusing to land on your friend. San just came back from getting a haircut and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. In front of you stood a coconut, it’s eyes trained on you with furrowed brows. He did look cute, his bangs falling just below his eyebrows and the deep onyx colour complementing his pale complection. The cut emphasizing his defined cheekbones and sharp jawline. “Shut up, Mrs. Han told me it looked cute.” Mrs. Han was the elderly woman who lived a couple blocks from your street. “And you relied on her commentary?” you snicker. He lightly hits your shoulder and murmurs ‘Just wait when you get a bad haircut.’ 

“He does look like a coconut though.” You and Lei share a laugh at the comparison. Admittedly, you found solace at your late night talks about the boy who lives right across the street. It meant that just because you two have feelings for the boy doesn’t mean that your relationship would be ruined. You can’t imagine what it would be like if your sister bond got tampered because of one boy. You could get rid of your feelings for someone and you’d be fine, but if something happened with your sister, she would still be your sister and it would be extremely uncomfortable. You’re glad that neither of you let your emotions get in between you. 

At this stage of your friendship you got used to San coming over to your house unannounced, it was a usual occurrence. What was unusual about this was that Lei was out today and San knew it. There have been times when you arrived home and San would already be on your white sofa, lounging with your sister, having a laugh at whatever joke the other said. These situations hurt your heart a tad bit (okay maybe not a bit) but you couldn’t do anything. You and your sister were competing for the attention of one boy and as the old saying goes, ‘all’s fair in love and war’. So to say you were surprised right now was an understatement. “Oh San, uhm Lei’s not here right now.” you tell him as if he didn’t know, he looks at you confused “uhm, yeah I know.” Now it was your turn to look confused, the tilt of your head was a dead giveaway. “I came to see you. You didn’t think that I came here for Lei, did you?” Deep inside his chest, San felt a fracture on his heart. Did he make it seem like he came here for Lei? “Well, I mean you’re always with Lei, so that’s what I thought.” Now that just made San feel shitty. He immediately rushed to your side and stared into your eyes with his deep apologetic ones. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He’s here for me? Your heart soars at the thought alone and you quickly look away to keep him from seeing the blush rising on your cheeks. “I never come here for Lei… and besides I’m closer to you than I am with Lei.” Take that Lei, you couldn’t help it. At this moment you felt both triumphant and giddy, your heart skipping every other beat. Which might not be healthy, I reckon you should get a check up.

“Let me make it up to you,” San’s wide eyes attract yours once more, “Let’s go get pizza, my treat.” You raise a brow in disbelief, as if saying ‘do you even have money?’. A fraud look of hurt washes over San’s face “Are you calling me poor?! My mom just gave me my allowance, I have the money.” You give in with a chuckle and tell your friend to wait while you grab a jacket from your room and let your grandma know about her fourteen year old granddaughter’s whereabouts. “So what’d you wanna get?” you rack your mind for the various choices the pizzeria offers. “The pizzeria’s pineapple is pretty bad…” you murmur to yourself. San suddenly stops walking and exclaims “Excuse you?!” and you’re confused once again. “What do you mean ‘the pineapple’s bad’?” he (badly) imitates your voice and looks at you in disgust. “I meant exactly what you heard.” You turn back and continue walking, you really don’t understand why he’s making a fuss about it, the pizzeria really makes bad pineapple pizza, they would put pineapple juice all over the cheese and that would be too much. But pineapple pizza isn’t bad. 

San hurriedly catches up to you and grabs your elbow, making you face him. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I’m right.” He huffs out a breath through his nostrils and it’s honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. “Pineapple on pizza is one of the greatest discoveries after sliced bread!” He exclaims, eyes glowing with passion, damn he loves his pizza. “The flavour the pineapple bits add to the pizza is phenomenal! It’s honestly so exotic! The pineapple is sweet and the cheese is salty, it’s the perfect balance!” He then proceeds to rave on and on about why the exotic mix of pizza toppings is one of his favourites. You don’t even notice that you’ve reached the pizzeria. “You get my point?” You nod bemusedly, “Yeah, pineapple on pizza is good.” San’s proud face soon morphed into one of puzzled. If you liked the fruit then why did he just waste his breath in explaining what a wonderful combination it is. “I never said the flavour itself was bad,” you lean towards him and whisper in his ear “it's just the way this pizzeria makes it.” You pull away and smile “What did you think I said?” Flustered, San furrows his brows and gently shoves your shoulder, “I thought you said no to pineapple.”

You laugh and push his shoulder back, but this time with more force. San chuckles it off and you two head inside, finding comfort on a curved booth by the window and unanimously ordering a large pineapple pizza. Taking a slice out, you hold it in front of you, breathing in it’s not so good smell. “The flavour the pineapple adds to the pizza is phenomenal!” you repeat his words from earlier, making the boy beside you shove your side and your pizza falling onto your plate. You cackle and shove him back for payback. Which soon leads to the both of you shoving each other playfully across the leather booths you two sat on. San got the great idea of poking his fingers to your side, which he knows are ticklish, making you shoot all the way to the other side of the seat. You attack him with the same tactic and a mini tickle war breaks out, you didn’t want to cause much of a ruckus. In the end, San surrenders, pushing your wriggling fingers away from his side and leaving the two of you laughing like the idiots you were, sharing only one braincell. 

“The pizza’s cold.” You pout at San from beside you and glare him down in faux anger. “It’s not my fault.” your expression switches to disbelief, “Uhm, excuse you? You were the one who started shoving me.” To which San retorts with “That wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t tease me like that.” Before another argument broke out you called for a waiter and asked to have your pizza reheated. “By the way, it’s almost summer.” San starts, taking the first bite of his pizza. You nod and offer an attentive hum, eyes never leaving your second slice of pizza between your fingers. “Do you have any plans?” you think over it and shake your head ‘no’. “I usually just stay back home for the summer.” He nods at this and you ask if there was anything wrong, to which he just dismisses and takes another bite of his slice.

“That’s what happened.” You sighed dreamily into your large Dow Dow plush toy, your sister seated on the storage chest at the foot of your bed, listening carefully to every detail. Here you are again, your nightly discussions about your days involving Choi San, this time you were the one doing the talking while Lei looks at you eyes growing wider with each word you spoke. “Awh that’s so cute.” she clutches at her chest and coos at the way San raved on and on about his love for pineapples on pizza. “I swear, his eyes were literally sparkling the entire time.” Lei looks like she’s about to cry due to the amount of softness she has for Choi San, admit it we all are. You told her how you got cold on the walk back home and how San offered you his jacket, which now hung on the chair of your desk. Lei instantly got on her feet and almost pounced on the jacket. 

Lei had a shift in her. You knew her for not giving a single fuck about her clothes and tossing on  whatever was closest to her. But now, it would take her almost an hour in picking out her outfit and styling her hair and particularly longer when San would be involved in your days. Her usual uncaring attitude remained but only if a certain onyx haired boy was out of the equation. 

“Do you have everything packed?” Your grandmother zipped up your sister’s duffel bag, which she has rearranged twice in the past five minutes. Lei was off to the dance camp she attended every summer for the past nine years. Your grandmother was doing this thing she does every year where she makes sure that your sister would never leave anything behind, “Toothbrush? Retainer? Rosin?” your sister would either nod or hum to what your grandmother was listing down. “Wart cream?” “Mama!” Lei exclaimed to your now laughing grandma and you chuckling slightly at the side. “You’re all ready.” Grandma holds Lei’s face in her palms and looks into her eyes solemnly, “Take care of yourself, Lei. I can’t believe you’re seventeen now, you grew up too fast.” She placed a kiss on her forehead and gave her a hug. “Mama, it’s just two weeks, I’ll be back soon.” She places a kiss on your grandma’s forehead in return and grabs her bags.

She turns to you and takes you into her arms before pressing a kiss above your left brow and whispering, “Make sure to tell me if ever San suddenly turns up.” And with that, she’s out the door. San disappeared a few days earlier, saying that he was going to go through some ‘development’ or whatever the fuck that meant. He didn’t tell any of you where he was headed or when he was coming back, he left with one promise cried out to you (Lei wasn’t there that time, surprisingly), it went like, “When I return, you will be pleased and impressed!”or something like that. Leaving you at home with no one to hang out with.

The following week, after some last minute sign-ups, you soon had your own summer workshop to attend. So you grabbed your newly bought supplies and readied yourself for the next three weeks. “Are you sure about this?” your grandma asks you, voice unsure if she should let you leave the house. Honestly, signing up for art camp really wasn’t what you had in mind, in fact you could barely even draw yet here you are paying $10 per hour for an art workshop, for the next three weeks. “Don’t worry, mama; I’m gonna be fine, it’ll just be a couple hours and I’ll be back home.” Your grandmother doesn’t look convinced but let’s you go anyway, reminding you of the banana milk she packed for you.

As of now, you were seated behind an easel, drawing pencil in between your fingers but your mind was blank. You had no idea how to start this, instead you just kept your focus on your muse for today. The bowl of fruits just sat there, menacingly, most especially the banana. You swear it was giving you the stink eye, it probably knew about the banana milk in your drawstring bag. After an intense staring competition with the yellow fruit (it obviously won), you looked away and your gaze landed on the boy in front of you. The pencil in his grip glided smoothly across the paper, leaving a light trail of graphite. You were in awe at his work, it looked just like the real thing. It was shaded in all the right places and his attention to detail almost made the pencil drawing pop out of the paper. Which reminds you, that pencil was yours, so technically you had some sort of contribution to that boy’s work.

When you entered the room, it had roughly about nine people inside, you immediately rushed to the easel at the last row, not noticing the the male that sat at the end of that very row. A few minutes passed before the artist entered the room and went through a brief discussion of what you would be doing. The session soon started and everyone started pulling out their pencils and erasers so you followed suit. From the corner of your eye, you saw the boy from your row fidget in his seat; his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. You turn to him and see that he has no pencils whatsoever so, being the kind person you are, you grab one of your extras and extend a hand out to him. He looks at you, puzzled, but accepts the art stick nonetheless and offers a small nod as a thanks. He’s pretty cute. He immediately starts his work and your eyes catch a small pink patch  of skin at the corner of his left eye and temple.

Once the two hours finished, everyone submitted their pieces; you did so too, albeit reluctantly. Eyeing all of their papers as you pass them by, you’re starting to get the hint that you’re probably the only person in the room who has absolutely no artistic background whatsoever. The teacher looks at you worriedly, “Are you sure about this?” she asks you once a majority of the students were out the room. In your defense, you were really into abstract art, yep that was abstract. The woman in front of you then points out the absence of a specific yellow fruit. You’re unsure on how you should tell her how much it insulted you within the allotted time. “I’m allergic to bananas.” You blurt out as you take a sip out of the banana milk your grandmother packed for you. The boy from before snickered from behind you before wordlessly leaving the room, he still has my pencil you mentally pout. “Sweetie, we could give you a refund.” your tutor offers, eyes filled with pity, she must be thinking that you were forced into this. So, with determined eyes you tell her that you want to be here ‘to learn something new for the summer’. She returns this with a pained smile, all of her soul leaving through her eyes. “I just want one summer to go by without a mess of a student.” The artist murmurs to herself once you’re out the door and hearing range, looking like she’s about to cry.

That night, after dinner, you got a call from your sister. “Oh my god.” her excitement filled voice enters your ears, making you pull away in shock. You quickly tell her to calm down and lower her voice, she does so and takes a few deep breaths. “San’s here.” Your mind blanked, “What do you mean? Where?”. Lei squealed in giddiness and you could practically feel the heat on her cheeks from the screen. “Here, in my dance camp.” San? Dancing? He had two left feet! You were confused, he was a mess when it came to dancing. “He’s an awful dancer but he’ll get there.” So that’s what he meant by development. Something in your gut told you something would happen and it wouldn’t be in your favour.

Today was the day that your sister came back from her summer camp. You were thrilled to finally see her again, your feet quickly padded along the asphalt as you ran home from your own workshop. Today’s session went by fairly quickly, you weren’t paying that much attention to anything, your mind filled with thoughts of Lei and maybe a bit of San (nope not a bit). You couldn’t contain your heart as it started beating erratically, you were finally going to see (San) Lei after two weeks of drought. You could see them, Lei and San standing in front of your house, they seem to be talking about something. When you get within a closer range from them, you cup your hands around your lips and call out, “San-”. You suddenly skid to a stop, Lei and San turn to your direction and your eyes land to the space between them. Their hands intertwined with each other, their cheeks aflame and a shy smile set on both their faces. 

You couldn’t feel anything, your entire body became numb. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach, but you were too dumbstruck to notice. You couldn’t even bring yourself to cry right now, you remain unresponsive with your eyes stuck on the way their fingers wove into each other. Lei calls out your name and your eyes shift to her eyes, you didn’t hear anything after that. You can see her lips moving, but there’s nothing but ringing in your ears. You see her move in for a hug but you just stood there like a corpse, your eyes meeting San’s concerned ones. ‘Are you okay?’ you read his lips but nothing reaches your ears, your mind completely blank and your senses malfunctioning. Throughout the night, you stayed in a state of shock, you started to hear things again but your attention was unstable; you were slipping in and out of it and it worried both Lei and San.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Lei pops her head into your room where you sat on your bed, the entire thing still not fully sinking into mind. “When.” you asked her, your voice small and weak. “I asked him out a couple days ago.” She admits shyly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. She looks so happy, you couldn’t find it in yourself to get mad at her. She wasn’t at fault, in fact no one’s at fault here. There’s nothing wrong here, everyone else was happy, Lei and San even happier so you should stop being a downer. Lei talks about what happened in the past few weeks, a smile permanently stuck on her face and it widens when she mentions San. Your heart sinks deeper at the sight of her lovestruck expression, you feel bad for not being happy for them. Lei puts you to bed and places a sweet kiss on your forehead, wishing you a good night. God dammit now I’m the bad guy here, you thought to yourself as you lay on your bed. Your feelings all over the place and it finally sinks in. Tears spring into your eyes at 11:38 in the evening, you bring up your palms up to your lips to muffle out your cries. You stay like that throughout the night until you eventually tire yourself out and fall into a dreamless slumber.

It’s been a couple weeks since Lei came back and you were recovering from the pain, although slowly at least you were healing. It still hurt to see them together being so in love, but what could you do? That’s right, nothing but accept it. Right now, you’d rather be anywhere but here, because even if it hurt to look at them, their display was just too much. You couldn’t go five minutes without cringing at their exchange. Why did they call you here anyway? You were just on your way home from the workshop when suddenly Lei and San popped up from out of nowhere and dragged you in the direction of the pizzeria. Now you’re regretting not resisting because you’re currently seated in front of two idiots feeding each other pepperoni pizza. Which reminds you, why didn’t San get the pineapple? Then you remember that your sister absolutely despises the topping.  

But I soon realized that three was a crowd, I couldn’t stand it. It soon became suffocating … 

You were honestly tired of both Lei and San, they kept bringing you with them on their dates and you can’t help but feel shitty every single time. It’s like they’re keeping you with them out of pity and you don’t want that. It was physically painful to watch them try to include you in every single one of their conversations, you appreciate the effort but if you’re not supposed to be part of that then you shouldn’t force it upon yourselves. On your end, you’ve been expanding your circle of friends because you realized that you shouldn’t rely on Lei so much. You’ve started to mingle with the people in your class but your goal is to talk to that boy who still has your pencil. 

It was your final week of workshop and you must admit, your skills improved greatly. It’s amazing what three weeks of workshop could do to you. Which reminded you, the boy – whose name, you learned, was Yeosang – still had your pencil, so you gathered up your courage and stopped him in the hallway. He looks at you, confused and frightened at first but he recognizes you and lowers his guard. “Hi, Yeosang, uhm…” you fidget with your fingers when you notice that he’s pretty cute. You knew that already, but he’s even cuter up close. “You have my pencil.” Yeosang’s eyes widen and he quickly reaches into his bag to grab the wooden object and hand it to you. “Oh uh, sorry I forgot.” he apologizes, his voice absolutely heavenly and boyish. You grab the pencil and make a run for it, hoping he doesn’t notice the light blush that dusts across your cheeks.

It’s been almost four months since they got together and Lei and San are still trying to keep you with them. Today, Lei told you to get ready because San was going to take you ‘two’ out for dinner, but did you? No, you were fed up with them forcing you into their dates, so when San arrived you told both of them off. “I’m tired, I don’t want to go.” You crossed your arms and glared at the couple from the stairs. “What do you mean?” Lei raised a brow at you and scoffs, “quit joking, let’s go.” You shook your head and raised a brow back, “I’m not joking,” San puts a hand on Lei’s shoulder and whispers that they should go. “Listen, now’s not the time to throw your stupid tantrums. Get your ass up and let’s go.” Lei raises her voice and sternly glares back at you. “No, Lei, I’m not throwing a ‘stupid tantrum’, I’m tired.” Your sister pokes her cheek with her tongue and scoffs once more. “Why are you tired, huh?” Lei continues to provoke you, San grabs her elbow and tries to pull her away. But Lei was stubborn, she shoves his hand away and takes a step in your direction. “I’m not in the mood, Lei.” you roll your eyes and start to trek up the stairs. Your sister huffs and runs to grab your arm. “Why are you being such a pain right now?!” You furrow your brows and tug back your arm. “You don’t need to bring me along all of your dates.” You seethe through your teeth and Lei is looking at you with confusion brewing in her dark irises. “What do you mean?” 

“Why do you still keep me here, you two can just go by yourselves. You two are obviously fine with that.” you look up at your sister with sad eyes. “We don’t want you to… feel left out.”  Lei starts, her eyes softening in sympathy. “See, I’ll feel worse if you only want me with you out of pity.” You sigh softly and look away from her doe eyes. “But that’s not—” “I know you don’t mean to. But with how you two are doing, it just feels that way.” Your eyes flicker to San who stood by the door awkwardly, playing with the hem of his shirt. Lei pulls away and apologizes, you just smile and insist on them going. She gives you one last sad smile and presses a kiss on your cheek before nodding and heading out the door. San gives you one last glance and turns away to weave his fingers into Lei’s and your heart starts to hurt once more.

It’s okay you told yourself late in the night, engulfed in darkness and under your covers I never stood a chance, it’s okay. 

I was fine, I still am, and will always be. No need to worry about me, I’m just glad that you’re happy. But more importantly, thank you for making Lei happy. This is the happiest I’ve seen her. 

Sincerely yours,

y/n of 2012

[leiluvs]

LEI!!!!!! how many piercings do you have??? i have 6🤞🏼i lowkey want a belly piercing ngl, but i know its probs gonna be sore tho🗣

I ACTUALLY HAVE 1 💀💀

i used to have both of my earlobes pierced but they closed up 🫠🫠 (wudve had 3 if they didnt thoo) BUT i do plan on getting them pierced again + im def getting more !!

WOW 6 THATS A LOT ‼️ where r they located?

and i say get it !! it hurts cuz the needle is prty thick but after some painkillers the soreness shud jst disappear!!

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[dezemfarm]

Year 1 Spring 3 part 1: Rain, meeting Marnie, Jas and Aurora Vineyard

Light, rhythmic, tapping sound. The sun wasn’t here today. Rain had come. So no watering today. Today I should really visit Marnie’s Ranch. I would love to know more about having animals on the farm. But even though it was raining I should still try and clean up a little bit. 

I had cleaned up a bunch when I finally went. I was soaked! So when I opened the door to the ranch and I felt the warm dry air, it was a bliss. “Howdy!” I heard a woman say. I looked around the place. The voice came from the woman with the brown hair behind the corner. To my suprise Lewis was there too. And to the right of the corner a little girl with dark hair. “Um Hi! Sorry to barge in like that! It’s kinda wet outside haha” I said with a smile. The little girl didn’t say anything. Lewis turned around “Aah Dezem! How is it going? Oh my you are soaked!” “Mayor Lewis good to see you. Are you looking for some tips on animals too?” I asked him. “Oh no, I’m just here to make sure all of Marnie;s business needs are met.” “So you’re Dezem” the woman behind the counter said. “Mayor Lewis told me you just arrived. I’m Marnie! And that’s Jas.” She gestured to the little girl. “Hi...” “So you wanted some tips on animals? You are at the right place! I sell livestock and animal care products. Anything you wanna know?” she asked me. “Well...” but before I could finish Lewis interrupted. “I can see were this is going. You girls have fun! Bye Dezem, Jas... Marnie” He patted Jas’s head and wave to us before leaving. “Lew- Oh well...” Marnie tried to tell him something but he was already gone. “You were saying?” She looked at me again. 

We talked about livestock and came to the conclusion that it would be best to start with chickens. Her Nephew Shane would be glad to help with them. Marnie was nice and gave a lot of tips. Like building a silo to make hay. It would be expensive if I didn’t have my own. Not that she wouldn’t sell me, I thought. “Thank you so much for everything.” “No problem dear. Warmed up a little as well?” She asked concerned. “All good! to be honest I wanted to explore the woods for a bit. I just love the sound of the rain.” “Don’t catch a cold dear. See you again soon!” She smiled when I walked out her house.

I kept walking west and found a sign in the forest Aurora Vineyard... That wasn’t Sophia’s. It said it was further to the west so I kept walking... past the cleared path I saw a... house? A mailbox The Dawkins Residence - Aurora Vineyard This should be it but it... it looked even worse then New Hope looked. Trash everywhere. “Hello? Anyone here?” I asked nervously.

 The door was already open but still I knocked. “H-Hello?” I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. And it was clear. No one had loved here in ages. Mold and mushrooms all over the place. But it was strange... there were fresh footprints. I decided to explore... In what used to be the kitchen I think was a piece of paper. “Aurora Vineyard -  Bankru.. due to mark..t cr...! Stardew Vall.. ... ...... the ef.ec.s ... ...... .... ... lowered dem.nd of cro.s. Local fa..... are unab.. .. fi.. vend.. or  ...... to sell ........ There’s an expected ....... in .... ... ..... ... ... rea... .... ...... ... ..... The Ferngill Gov.... has admi....ed a to hel. fa..... Mayor Le... .... .... farm.r. of .St..de. ...ley .... . ...... .... financial insec...ty..... .... .. .... News of tra..... and lo.... ... .... from Grample... ....... ....... .. .exports to other reg.... .. ... ...... ... ..... It is exp...ed many wil. follow “

What? What happened here? They went bankrupt? Due to what? I should take it with me so I can investigate it later. Folding the paper and putting it in my pocket, I walk further into the house. Inside the next room the footprints stopped. A fairly new table and fresh Joja cans all over the place. Someone’s been drinking here recently. But who? Upstairs was a broken tv and some kind of doll. I don’t know why but I took the doll with me. I felt like nothing was left to see so I went back outside. 

[talesfromlordaeron]

Bai’s Apprentice Part 1: The Summon

The fancy envelope stood out in the mailbox, its glowing runes against the violet parchment a stark contrast to the plainly-marked money tickets from the Auction House and the rugged packages of unwanted magical items sent by her friends in Northrend to disenchant. Her heart pounded as she inspected the shimmering magical seal holding the envelope shut: the mark of the Kirin Tor.

Bai had been waiting for a while to get some sort of acknowledgement of her reinstatement into the coveted ranks of the mage elites. The Kirin Tor’s new initiative, a mentoring program pairing experienced mages with promising young magic-users from some of the poorer areas of Azeroth, had seemed to Bai to be a good way to get back into their good graces -- but so far, it had been nothing but yet another disappointment as every apprentice she applied to mentor had been claimed by mages of higher status. Now it seems that she had finally been selected to mentor one of these young apprentices... although Bai couldn’t help but wonder exactly what sort of person she’d be paired with, since all of the most promising mentors went to the highest-ranking mages...

Maybe if she’d not vanished for several years, she’d have been one of those level 80 mages herself. The others had sneered at her when she’d returned, still grieving but now determined to continue her travels and not to let her spirit fade from the world. Too attached, too devoted, they’d whispered amongst themselves, not even giving Bai the dignity of waiting until she was out of earshot. In fact, she was pretty sure they’d used their magic to make their voices travel further as they gossiped about how she was a fool to abandon her teachings for the likes of that paladin. Only Jaina Proudmoore had regarded Bai with something akin to pity and understanding; despite their faction differences -- difficult to ignore even within the neutrality of the Kirin Tor ranks -- something in the human’s eyes let her know that at least one other mage understood what it was like to lose someone close.

Bai shook her head, forcing the painful memories back into their tiny lockbox inside her heart. Now was not the time to be reminiscing about her past; she had a future to look forward to. Sending a tiny blast of arcane energy into the seal, the letter unfolded itself and the runic letters emerged on the page:

Bai,

You have hereby been summoned by the Kirin Tor to immediately report to the region of Durotar on the continent of Azeroth. There, you are instructed to find your new apprentice, a young Darkspear troll by the name of Zul'lhor Lythus. The Kirin Tor was most impressed by the innate natural ability of this “Zully” as he prefers to be called, although some expressed concern that his talent might be overshadowed by the noticeable lack of any sort of formal education. Nonetheless, we feel that he will be a most suitable match for a mage of your stature and ranking, as you seem to have quite the knack for forming such powerful connections with those less properly educated in the ways of the arcane...

Bai scowled at the last sentence, crumpling the letter as she shoved it into her bag without reading the rest of it. The intention behind it was clear enough: they were assigning her this apprentice because they thought it was beneath the rest of them to train this troll, most likely because he probably came from some backwater village in Durotar. Rhonin had good intentions with this program, but Bai felt like the human still didn’t quite understand the power dynamics and elitism within the ranks of either the Kirin Tor or the Sunreavers. He also wouldn’t have understood the unspoken insult of the council to assign a troll apprentice to a Sin’dorei mage. After all, the two races didn’t exactly have the happiest of histories together...

Never mind them, though. Bai wasn’t the least bit bothered by having a troll apprentice -- in her experiences, the Darkspear trolls were some of the most loyal members of the Horde, and her own friend from the tribe had become such an important part of her life in the months since she’d re-emerged from her exile that she couldn’t imagine what traveling through Azeroth and through the Dark Portal into Outland would have been like without him. Let the other mages have their snooty elitism -- Bai would gladly take this apprentice, and she would make damn sure he had the best training she could offer him.

Taking out her spellbook, Bai began focusing her energy into finding the ley lines that would teleport her back to Orgrimmar. Time to go meet this Zully and begin her mentoring...

[bnhxwks]

Happy Levi's birthday Molly!!!❤️❤️

Happy Levi's birthday to you too, Ley!! 🥺🤍

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A Most Unexpected Expectation

The following story was written by the wonderful @edaigoa​ to pair with the graphic featured at the end of this post in a collaborative story we’re writing. Enjoy!

Sitting at his desk, Kalyanar looked over the parchment Avie had handed him. It was finer than anything he could normally afford, crisp and expertly produced, but for once, the richness of it did not bring a scowl to his face. Instead, he was smiling, fingertips running gently over the embossed emblem his lover had ordered printed on each and every sheet. It was something he could have done himself, with some work, but having it gifted to him with an excited grin had warmed his heart. That she had specifically chosen a modified Brightquill symbol meant more than he could say.

With his lips pursed, he set his usual quill aside, rummaging about in his desk for a moment before pulling out another, along with a tray and a runed ring. The new quill  - or rather, old, as he had to blow a layer of dust off - was made of thick, heavy metal; despite the obvious care that the individual vanes had been sculpted into a realistic feather shape, even an orc might have found the pen cumbersome. It was, by all appearances, too heavy for practical use. The round tray and ring both matched the quill, made of the same silvery metal and etched faintly with runes. The tray was set aside, and a bottle of fresh ink that shone faintly with mana was poured within. The ring, Kalyanar slipped over his thumb; a loose fit, until it wasn’t, sitting snug at the knuckle after only a moment. The printed parchments were stacked, tapped on the desk, and stacked again. He flipped through the pages, thumb ring brushing the edge of each sheet before the were laid out on the desk in front of him, in neat rows and columns until all the available space on the desk was filled, with a single master parchment and a scrap of notes directly in front of himself.

He had spent ages on those notes, short though they were; Avie dictating and editing on the fly as he dutifully read out the lines, writing scratched out and rewritten until perfected. Despite their shared excitement, they both wanted it to be just right.

Ring still on his thumb, he took up the hefty quill in a light grasp and tapped it on the edge of the ink bowl; bowl and quill alike rang like a delicately crafted bell. The quill split- halved and split, again and again, copying itself into thinner and thinner slivers that surrounded the bowl, floating in midair. Kalyanar reclaimed the original in a much more comfortable grasp, now that it was reduced to the thickness of a normal quill, the metal vanes and barbs of the feather thin enough to waver in the air.

He dipped the quill into the ink, and it’s copies followed like a flock of angry hummingbirds, nibs taking up ink like nectar and flexible metal tines softly buzzing together with every motion. He took up a position over the master parchment- and the copies mirrored him whirr of finely ringing metal as they jostled for position over the other sheets. Kalyanar waited calmly, despite how his own nerves jangled along with the chiming feathers; only when each quill was as still as the one in his hand did he shift, moving the pen back and forth without touching parchment. Each and every one mirrored his motions in perfect chorus. Glancing briefly at his test sheet, the scribe set quill nib to parchment and began to write with his finest, most formal script.

For a while there was no sound but the gentle scrape of quill upon parchment and the faint buzz of metal tines; every so often, he returned to the ink bowl, and the mirrored dance turned to organized chaos as each quill rushed to echo the motion in a flurry of metallic feathers and jabbing quill points. Somehow, Kalyanar neatly avoided getting pricked, the magic more organized than it appeared. With the steady hand of a scribe, Kalyanar filled in the page; at some point, he heard Avie back come in behind him, the only warning the rustle of her clothes and the soft, indrawn breath of her surprise as quills whipped about. He smiled, but didn’t comment, even as he felt the weight of his lover’s ley-bound gaze upon his back and the magical scrivenery tools.

For all the preparations and care, the actual writing did not take long. Formality completed, Kalyanar signed his signature at the bottom with his own personal script that included a heavy dose of showy flare- but leaving plenty of room for Avie to do the same. A breath of air over the parchments- hot, unnaturally so, and laced with embers that did not burn - dried the remaining wet patches in the ink in record time. Only then, did he turn, quill deposited on the rim of the ink bowl with a flurry of followers that slowly carded back together into one fat quill.

“What do you think?” He asked, holding the master parchment up for inspection with a hopeful smile. “It should be just as you wanted. I’ve been working on this ink for a while... I ground up the tailing shards from Lori’s enchanting into the pigments. I feel like I nearly enchanted my mortar and pestle half a dozen times process of testing, but I think I’ve got the right method down. Hopefully it’s not too bright? It still looks good on this end, so I figured this was as good of a time as any to test it-”

“I can see it,” Avie said, neatly interrupting his rambling; her voice soft with wonder as she grasped the parchment with shaking fingers. The shimmery black ink glowed with mana under the spellbreaker’s leysight, making normally imperceptible writing just as visible to the blinded woman as it had been before. Suddenly, with a single gesture, a whole avenue of life was abruptly reopened for her.

“-Ah. Good. I’m glad,” Kalyanar breathed, at a loss for a moment, before he reached up from his seat with a gentle hand, palm resting on his beloved’s arm as she blinked rapidly, clearly trying to keep tears at bay. “Hey. Come here?” He offered, sliding his chair back from the edge of the desk. There was a moment without a reaction as she kept staring at the parchment, oft-white eyes glowing an intent lilac, before Avie’s arm slipped around Kalyanar’s shoulders as she claimed a spot on his lap; she avoided putting pressure on his bad leg with familiar ease, despite the faint tremble in her step.

“...it really isn’t too bright, is it?  I tried to use a moderate amount-”

“It’s fine,” Avie laughed, the words breaking with tears and the sharp sound of a sniffle despite her obvious happiness. “It’s perfect. Kalyanar, I can see it. That's perfect. And so are the words.” She finally looked away from the parchment to beam at Kalyanar, before leaning in to kiss him soundly. By the time they pulled apart, Kalyanar’s cheeks were flush and damp from Avie’s tears.

“...I wanted you to be able share this with me,” he whispered, forehead resting gently against her own. “This, more than anything.”

“Thank you. It’s the best present.” Another sniff and Avie roughly scrubbed a hand over her cheek, before she straightened up with a toss of her hair, reclaiming her poise with dignity. “But. I hope you weren’t expecting me to sign all of these by hand?”

Kalyanar let out a relieved laugh, tilting his head to rest his brow briefly on her shoulder. “Of course not.” Grin growing easily into a toothy smirk, he slid the ring off his thumb, dropping it neatly into Avie’s palm. “Here. I can show you how this works.”

Brows furrowing, Avie stared at the offering.

“...I am going to get stabbed by your army of quills,” she laughed in return. Avie turned the ring over in her hand- before slipping it onto her own thumb, fearless as ever.

“Nonsense! You’ll be fine. Give the pen a tap. It will still remember the parchments…”

“I’m not sure I remember how to sign my own name.”

“Don’t even joke. You’ll be fine. Here, let me show you...”

Not long after the ink was dry on dozens of identical signatures, the entire collection of copied parchments could be found posted around the Dawnspire, and slipped into the mailboxes of every significant friend, acquaintance, and noble found with the bounds of Quel’thalas:

House Silverbrooke of Anor’thalas and the Brightquill Family of Silvermoon City

Dawnward Avie Silverbrooke and Lightward Kalyanar Brightquill would like to announce the expectation of their first child, to be born in the coming month of November.

Signed: Avie Silverbrooke & Kalyanar Brightquill

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