#MOTHER MOTHERRRRRRR

[derelictdumbass]

I am going to see mother mother in like 3 hrs :O

[fjotla-vithir]

I’m trying to work on my D&D lore and my next session and my cat won’t stop yelling at me about the lights being on

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode twelve :: UNANSWERED QUESTIONS.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔max should talk to someone who fucking cares.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ short n sweet bc the next ep BRINGSS the drama, cussing, none.

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[idkanametoputhere]

Greetings my royal loyal subjects (forever and ever and ever and ever and eeeeeever). it appears that the orthodox Easter also resurrected me, and I'm here with at least 2 spam posts xoxo

grim is so savage. I'm so proud of my son🥹

average conversation between two balkan kids. epel is the one who'll stay in the balkan village, deuce will go to Central Europe

I WANNA MEET YOUR MOTHER TOO!! OH I LOVE MOTHERS!! HAPPY (LATE) MOTHERS DAY TO ALL MOMS! SHOUTOUT TO ALL MOMS!!!

^my friends when we say that we'll meet up at 7 and it's 7.02 and I'm not there yet cause I'm on the road despite the fact they're always over 15 minutes late

LETS FUCKING GO EVERYONE LETS GOOOOK GIRLS AND GAYS

MOTHERRRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF LETS GO MAMAAAAA

sweet baby ortho spreading fear to the poor city people, slay

AWWWWWWW HES SO CUTEEEEE!!!! BIG BUNNY EARS!!!! (I GOT THIS CARD HA!)

every day I become closer to being a silver simp. I love the vanrouge fam

epel is also a milf hunter. he knows what's up

okay yall part 2 coming rn and there'll definitely be a part three

[phonyqueen]

i was scrolling through the 0104 tag this morning and saw a question from likea year ago of someone asking why it was problematic…. AND THE RENSPONSES DIDNT EVEN MENTION ONE THING. THE FACT THAT HARUKA SEES MUU AS HIS “REAL MOTHER” like he literaly calls her that wuote on quote i n metamorphosis of the weak. WHY ARE WE FAILING TO MENTION THIS. this is why i dont ship them romantically bcs irs lowkey WEIRD im sorry. MAYBE IF THAT WASNT WHAT HE THOUGHT OF MUU YEAH I WOULD HAVE JUMPED ON THAT SHIP WITHOUT HESITANCE cuz i fo think theyre kinda cute. also in one of muus t2 interro questions she’s asked “is there anyone you like in milgram?” and she responds “like? i don’t think there’s anyone like that.” LIKE IN QUOTATION MARKS, indicating the question meant it in a romantic sense. SHE THINKS OF HARUKA AS NOTHING MORE THAN A FRIEND AND HARUKA THINKS OF HER AS HIS MOTHERRRRRRR ok sorry

[killerlookz]

anytime someone calls me mother on here i kick my feet and giggle a little… like omg me?? motherrrrrrr???

[g-zma]

helloo sorry your blog made me think of Guzma for a while and um heres a song i relate to him!

https://genius.com/Mother-mother-until-it-doesnt-hurt-lyrics

just the idea of him forming team skull, staying in alola and just all of his family issues. idk idk i just wanted to share this idea

// MOTHER MOTHERRRRRRR (I am a huge fan of their's)

That is. Absolutely the perfect song for him.

He wants to leave so badly, because this is the place that has scorned him and pushed him away and hurt him so badly, but he can't. For whatever reason, he can't bring himself to do it. Even right after he disbands Skull, when he tries to cut ties. There's other grunts that leave. But instead he goes back to his old house, with his dusty trophies and broken golf clubs. And he won't ever talk about any of it. Why would he?

[darkeyesunderthesky]

MARTHA (his mother.) calling castle being like are u okay son? no one is buying ur book QUEEN

OMG I LOVE HER, EVERYTHING I'VE SEEN HER IN SHE'S MOTHERRRRRRR

[blankspacebye]

Past Lives (2023): To Love Is To Let Go

I was so bored yesterday that I looked up movie recommendations and came across “Past Lives.” I had seen videos about it on Tiktok before, but I didn’t care much for it. I watched in my laptop and the starting was a bit different than other movies, it starts a POV of us, watching and guessing who’s who in the three of them. But it wasn’t really like what we expected it to be.

Arthur's really just there... ha ha

Different. That’s the word. Visuals? The cinematography calmed as it enthralled, a visual feast similar to the work of Wong Kar-wai. Pacing? A slow burn that is pleasant and non-dragging, creating a subtle tension that kept me holding onto my blanket. The acting? Soundtrack? Top notch. It was as though they were speaking with me face-to-face, you know? Every pause, every look, every smile — emotions pouring out without needing of words. Like a secret language only we, the viewers, could understand. You just feel it, all of it.

At the heart of this film lies the concept of In-Yeon — a profound belief that every encounter, no matter how fleeting, unfolds not by chance, but through the intricate weaving of countless past lives. When two souls marry, Koreans believe it represents 8,000 layers of In-Yeon, or connection transcending over 8,000 lifetimes. Imagine it as red strings of fate, forever binding destined souls across the vast tapestry of time.

Their love tale was constructed from strands of “what ifs,” each of which was a glittering possibility tinged with melancholy longing. What if fate hadn’t separated them across countries, swallowing their youth and hopes of shared tomorrows? What if their internet calls hadn’t gone silent, replaced by the thud of closing doors and the echo of missed connections? What if the stars had aligned and whispered secrets of happily-ever-afters instead of whispering goodbyes?

Perhaps their paths had brought them to a bright altar, where they exchanged vows under a canopy of laughter and tears. Perhaps their laughter would have resonated through a nursery filled with the patter of tiny feet, a testament to their love. Maybe.

But the most cruel twist is that these “what ifs” will always be echoes in a room of possibilities, with unanswered questions hanging in the air. For life, with its unrelenting march onward, provides no opportunity to rewrite the past or explore alternative realities. We are tied to the decisions we make, the paths we choose, and the bittersweet beauty of the one life we have.

Nora’s mom: If you leave something behind, you gain something too.

exactly as my mom saidd, MOTHERRRRRRR

This statement reflects a mother’s wisdom. It told me that Nora’s decision to leave Seoul and Hae Sung was about more than simply loss, and it struck an intense nerve with me. In New York, she found pleasure in a work she genuinely enjoyed. In addition, she met Arthur, a responsible and encouraging partner — many people’s dream.

Hae Sung: I liked you for who you are; and who you are is a person who leaves. But for him, you’re the person who stays.

I want to hug him for reaaaallll

the eyes were speaking tho,

The observation made by Hae Sung perfectly depicts the bittersweet reality of their love journey. He recognizes Nora’s natural desire to move on, whereas Arthur provides the stability and commitment she seeks. There were no villains in this love triangle, unlike most others. It was a pure exploration of past and future, with Hae Sung as her first love and Arthur as her forever.

and i love them,,,,

Arthur, despite his reasonable jealousy, was a rare man. His voice expressiveness and effort to learn Korean in order to better understand Nora’s dreams shows his depth and affection. It’s clear that Nora loves him too, maybe not with the same intensity as her first love, but with a deep connection that promises a lasting future.

and the eyesss, agaiiiin, they were speaking

Hae Sung and Arthur didn’t need many words to understand each other. There was a deep understanding, an In-Yeon, that went beyond talk. They were both connected to Nora in a powerful way, and you could really feel it.

Hae Sung: What if this is a past life as well, and we are already something else to each other in our next life? Who do you think we are then?

Hae Sung’s haunting question, “Who do you think we are then?” expresses a deep desire for a relationship that transcends time. He’s dealing with the “what ifs,” a collage of memories and unfulfilled promises. If Taylor Swift’s “The 1” was an actual person, it would be him.

Hae Sung’s story is more than simply about missed opportunities and lost love; it demonstrates that love, in its purest form, transcends time and distance, whispering promises of eternity, if not in this lifetime, then perhaps in the next.

Nora: And I feel so not Korean when I’m with him. But also, in some way, more Korean?

she's so confusing here, but I know you Noraaa. I get youu!

In the final moments, they engaged in a wordless conversation that was too deep to express in words. He enters the Uber and returns to his hotel (from the past). Meanwhile, Nora returned her house. There she was, curled up in Arthur’s arms, crying and saying only “sorry.” But did she really cry because she still felt guilty about Arthur, like she had betrayed him? Perhaps, they flowed for a deeper loss, a mourning for the girl she left behind — Na Young.

Nora’s encounter with Hae Sung provokes complicated self-reflection. While his presence evokes nostalgia for her Korean roots, it also highlights the sharp contrast between her past and present existence. The paradoxical “Korean-not-so-Korean” aspect of herself resonated with him. The final silent exchange between them is a poignant testament to this internal conflict.

the red string of this movie captured by this scene. the vibes, the lifeline, the instens, oh God....

Nora’s tears in Arthur’s arms later aren’t driven only by guilt or betrayal, but by a deeper anguish for the “Na Young” she has left behind. Hae Sung’s presence revealed the lost self, a raw and true Nora hidden beneath years of adaptation. For the first time, she truly grieves the life she never had, her tears a release of repressed emotions since arriving in New York.

Nora: But… that little girl did exist. She’s not sitting here in front of you, but it doesn’t mean she’s not real. 20 years ago, I left her behind with you. Hae sung: I know. And even though I was only 12, I loved her.

Her words, “She’s not here, but she existed,” carry a weight of loss. Leaving Hae Sung 20 years ago was more than a departure; it was a sacrifice, a path not taken. The guilt of choosing ambition over a life in Korea hits hard. Despite being only 12, Hae Sung’s love for the girl she remembers underscores the emotional depth of Nora’s choice. It’s a love that transcends time and the distance between them.

The ascending staircase became a powerful metaphor. Hae Sung, forever 12 and rooted in their shared past, continued down the familiar route. Nora, however, climbed towards new horizons, her silhouette echoing a parallel ascent with Arthur, her present and future intertwined. In Korea, the steps led nowhere, representing the life she could never truly embrace, a ghostly limb from the past. But with Arthur, the ascent led to the welcoming embrace of home, a testament to her acceptance of self and the fulfillment found in a love that saw her whole.

past

present

As the credits rolled, I sat there, basking in the aftermath of a story that had both crushed and healed my heart. “Past Lives” is not a love story. It is a story about love. It’s a raw look at love, with the final chapter being less “fairytale ending” and more “letting go.” It’s like the final goodbye whispered on the last page of their story in this life. Heartbreaking, yes, but also stunningly real. It’s a stark reminder that life is just that — life. Take what you can, chase your dreams, because blink and you might miss it all. The future’s a mystery, so make the most of the present, every breath a precious gift.

[harryfeatgaga]

Mother https://twitter.com/hsdaily/status/1646501894062211072?s=20

MOTHERRRRRRR

[chaomother]

MoTHERRrrRrr.

What did we say about using people's favs against them in drablessssss./j

-👹

don't tell ur mother what to do!!!! /j

[theindigoflirt]

Her Little Dancer

starter for: @flustered-feroxi (inigo vc: motherrrrrrr)

Rumors fly quick and fast across the Academy. First, the discovery of Abyss, a fourth house underneath the monastery? Inigo isn’t quite clear on all the details yet. Second, and more importantly, are the whispers about a new teacher. They say she’s from a faraway kingdom with an incredible singing voice.

Inigo knows better than to get his hopes up. Mother is happy back home in Ferox. She can keep Uncle Basilio and Aunt Flavia in line, raising their spirits with her dancing. Not to mention she has a child to care for. A past? Future? Future past? version of himself who will grow up unscarred by war. Has Mother even given birth to him yet; let alone marry Father?

Regardless, hopefully that Inigo never has to pick up anything sharper than a dancer’s ring. (Naga knows they can hurt as much as any weapon). Huh, will he also get a scar on the skin between his thumb and forefinger from one such ring?

Absently, he rubs at the spot with his opposite hand, pads of his fingers rasping against the fabric of his glove. Part of him wishes he could be there for this child, despite the awkward knowledge that it’s himself.

Hands curl inward, loosely made fists resting atop the table. Class is starting soon. He’ll have plenty of time to investigate these rumors afterward. The chatter around him dies down as the professor strides forward. Inigo is eager to get lost in another lecture, forget the anxiety tumbling around his stomach.

If Mother truly has arrived here, though…Inigo darts a glance over at Sylvain. Tread carefully, buddy. Perhaps he’s just being dramatic but the thought makes him feel better. On the other hand—if he is overreacting, then he’s gonna have some major competition. Returning his gaze to the front of the classroom, a tiny smile blooms.

He’s finally managed to focus when the doors of the classroom burst open. As one, the assembled students turn to face the interruption. Inigo’s hand strays to his sword. Brown eyes assess the newcomer, jaw going slack as he registers the pink hair and golden headband. He climbs over the bench in disbelief. Takes a step closer, then another.

Joy and concern and confusion all crowd around his head. “M-mother?”

[yukiwrites]

Renewed Vows, Overpowering Love

Thank you so much for the support and the patience as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like it! ;v;)

Summary: It’s been almost 10 years since Henry and Nidra came to terms with their feelings -- since they had married, so to say. They never actually gotten around into having a proper ceremony, but that was about to change if it depended on Henry and Nidra’s closest friend, Queen Robin.

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The sun rose shyly in the sky as dawn started to break -- the idyllic rays of light shone through leaves, windows and roofs alike, illuminating the small yet bright flocks of dust as though they were morning stars.

The air itself felt more clean to the lungs, result of the previous week filled with rainfall. The water had washed the land in such a way that it grew anew under the people's feet.

Waking up to such array of sensations, especially beside the man who had made all of her dreams come true for the past decade, made Nidra almost feel like crying first thing in the morning.

She woke up with the chirp of birds, with the song of the leaves dancing with the morning breeze -- with the sound of laughter of her own children trying to keep quiet so as not to wake their parents up. The manakete clutched her heart with emotion, watching as Henry slept peacefully beside her once she sat up on their bed. His hair had grown a bit over the last few years, but he always made sure to cut it at around the same length; not to mention that his complexion underwent very little changes in these past 10 years they've been together.

"Well, not exactly a round ten per se, that one is tomorrow," she mumbled to herself, taking a few strands of hair from her husband's eyes. "Still, it IS mind-boggling to see that you haven't changed a bit, or at least very little, in all those years, my love." She whispered more to herself than to her sleeping consort, but a smile growing on his lips betrayed his 'pretending to be asleep' act.

"I was born with this face, you know? Nyaha!" He chuckled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes before stretching his body. "You shoulda seen me when I was a kid -- oh wait, you already have! I had this same face too, see?" He pointed with both indexes to his smile, making the manakete giggle before closing in for a morning kiss.

"I do see it; it never fails to surprise me." She said by his lips, breathing the same air as he.

"I'm serious, you know? If we ever have another kid -- one who looks like me this time -- you'll see it! I'll bet I was even born laughing instead of crying, nyaha!"

"You buffoon," Nidra nudged his shoulder, leaning her forehead against his. "You've only been drinking your life-extending potion for less than two years, and still look as young as you did a decade ago-"

"ALMOST a decade, ey? We're having our anniversary tomorrow! Is the dragon age catching up to you, I wonderr?" He said playfully, slowly wrapping both arms around his wife's waist. She once again nudged his shoulder, but this time with more strength. "Oof! Hey! I didn't even call you old-"

"Not another word!" She squashed his cheeks with both hands, making him do a fish face as his lips open and closed helplessly between her fingers.

"Yu'roldjie aja gwanny buj I shtill wuv you!" He managed to say as his body shook with mirth, Nidra's increasingly red face making him laugh even harder.

"Who's old as a granny? I am older than those, as well!" She said with an odd sense of pride, letting go of her husband's face so as to flick his forehead. Henry fell dramatically on the mattress, laughing so hard he held his stomach.

"Nyaha! You're the BEST, Ni-Ni!"

The morning progressed slowly: since only Nidra, Henry and their youngest children were at home at the moment, they simply shared an early breakfast and went about with their business -- the kids to the yard behind their house to collect berries, the adults to enjoy a nice shade watching them.

Meliodas and Cynthia had gone to the palace the previous day to stay the night there, meaning to return the following evening. They had to be back for their parents' 10th wedding anniversary, after all!

Although that was the plan, Nidra felt her son approaching from the sky much earlier than intended -- it was barely past noon once her eldest child landed up on the hill and quickly made his way down.

"Mother, Father! I've returned, but this time as a high-end courier!" He smiled brightly, running towards his parents who sat each on their own rocking chair placed right outside, towards the hill. In his hand lay a letter with the royal seal, more specifically, the Queen's seal.

"Oh, from Robin?" Nidra lifted both hands to receive the message, a tender smile upon her face. She missed the timing whence Meliodas winked to Henry as she carefully opened the envelope. "My, she truly wrote this as official-looking as possible!" She mused, perusing the detailed calligraphy and high-quality paper.

"What does it say?!" Henry jumped behind Nidra's chair, accidentally rocking it before he held it by its armrests so he could read the contents.

"I'm so very curious, as well. She forbade me from opening it as she handed it to me, the seal still hot! May I read it with you?" Meliodas approached carefully, not knowing from which of his father's shoulders to peek from as Nidra never took her eyes off of the letter.

Her smile grew until her eyes burned. "That Robin, always so attentive." She sniffled, handing the letter upwards, to whomever wanted to read it. Henry snatched it from her hands, leaning on Meliodas so the both of them could read what they already knew. "She asked us to--"

"Ohhh, juicy! Spend the night at the castle so we can all have a nice wedding-anniversary breakfast with the whole gang!" Henry cut his wife off, his smile too large to contain. Suddenly, he frowned, pensive, and looked up. "Huh? Aren't those things usually celebrated during diner? Why a breakfast?"

Nidra ran her fingers through the carefully woven chair, smiling fondly. "Before you started working on a cure for my narcolepsy, I mentioned to her that I truly envied those who could enjoy a nice breakfast with their comrades since I usually either overslept and missed them or would fall asleep during the act and attend it only halfway. I truly did not think she would remember such a tiny detail..."

"Ohhh," Henry and Meliodas nodded concomitantly, exchanging meaningful glances. "You sure are loved, huh, Ni-Ni?" He smirked to his son as he patted his wife's head; the manakete boy almost giggled aloud, but managed to simply chuckle and take a deep breath.

"Shall we get ready to go, then, Mother? Father?" He opened both arms.

"We shall." Nidra got up, stretched herself and breathed long and hard. "Could you bring the children inside? I shall prepare their bags for the journey."

"Aye aye!" Henry smooched his wife as she walked past him (receiving a well-deserved kick on the shin) before following his eldest son towards the bushes the children were playing at. "Did Cynthia stay behind forr... something particular?"

Meliodas snorted. "Nay. She's beside herself with excitement; not a good secret-keeper like that."

"Nyaha, that sounds like our Cyn-Cyn."

The bush in front of them moved before a green-haired head popped from inside. "Me-me?" Little Cynthia smiled widely, her entire face smeared with berries.

"GYAHA," Henry threw his head back in laughter, "didja miss your mouth and spread fruit all over your face, kiddo?" He opened his arms so the little girl could jump into his hug. "Here, let Dad wipe it all for you." He said as he reached for a handkerchief inside his pocket, promptly cleaning Cyn's face.

"There're more this way, Cyn- Oh, big bro!" Meli was midway to pointing towards a further bush when he lifted his head to see his older brother. "There're sooo many tasty fruit there! Let's go pick 'em!" He smiled widely, one of his front teeth missing.

"No can do, Meli. C'mere with big brother, hmm? We're going to visit Morgs and Luci!" He said excitedly, pleasantly watching as the boy's expression brightened.

"We're going to the castle?! Yayy!" He jumped into Meliodas' chest. "Now? Today?!"

"Today, indeed!" Meliodas got up, securing his younger self in his arms. "When we get there, I'll have a very important mission for you..."

Since Cyn was still too young to fly (as was Meli, but he could already handle a short flight or two), the family went to the castle by foot; arriving at the late afternoon.

From one of the large windows, Cynthia watched them walk in. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat. "Luciiiii, let me go see them, please! pretty pretty please? I promise I won't say anything!" She paced around the room like a caged animal -- a very excited animal -- finally shaking her friend by her shoulders.

"You know I cannot allow that, Cynthia! Mother's words were clear: we've been planning all of this for MONTHS; we can't have a single thing go wrong -- nor can we let Aunt Nidra to realize everything we've been doing at the very last day! You are confined into this room until tomorrow."

"But I wanna see Motherrrrrrr," Cynthia dramatically fell onto the ground, holding her friend's skirt. "Lemme seeee herrrr, I wanna hug my Father tooooo," she cried, rubbing her face into Lucina's legs.

Weak to younger-sibling-slyness, it took everything Lucina had to look up to the ceiling, away from her wailing friend. "I shan't be swayed! Tomorrow is far too important to let everything go to waste now!"

"Grrr, I need to think up of a better way to--" she gasped loudly. "I CAN FLY! LEMME JUMP FROM THE WINDOW!" She quickly let go of her friend and ran towards the large stained glass window, but Lucina herself was quite fast, rapidly managing to immobilize her manakete friend.

"Don't make me tie you up to this bed, Cynthia! You stay here!"

"Nnnnoooooo...!" Cynthia lifted her hand upwards dramatically, then made it limp beside her lifeless body. "I won't be able to sleeeeeep..."

Sighing as she noticed that her friend seemingly stopped fighting back, Lucina relaxed her grip. "Just bear with it for a while longer, Cynthia; I beg you. Tomorrow you WILL be there to welcome Ni-Ni, um... Aunt Nidra, after all."

Cynthia kicked her feet in excitement, her body trembling with energy all over again. "I know! And I can't wait!"

In another corner of the castle, Robin had instructed all the staff to smoothly guide Nidra away from the east wing, which they did quite subtly -- the manakete was received so warmly like always that she barely noticed how she didn't even touch the eastern garden and got through the western one instead. Well, the living quarters were situated at the west wing, so she didn't have any reason to suspect not being shown the eastern side. What was odd to her was how Cynthia's presence remained upstairs despite them having arrived quite some time ago -- there was no way the young manakete missed feeling four other dragons entering the castle; especially not after Nidra taught her how to sense presences.

Still, she knew how her daughter could be -- once she put her mind into something, she would be so focused on it she would lose track of time and place, so it wasn't ALL that uncommon. Just a nudge at the back of Nidra's head.

Like it usually happened whenever they visited, Nidra went to Robin's study to talk, feeling closely at home at that familiar balcony where she landed the week after Robin married, almost twelve years ago.

Her friend had aged well -- she still looked young, but with a firm chin and a wise gaze to go with her poise. She had grown into a magnificent Queen, down to her mannerisms and habit to issue orders. It warmed Nidra's heart to watch her already wonderful friend grow into an even more impressive ruler.

During their conversation, Robin would find Nidra lost in thought more often than not -- lost into the memories of their times together, and how much they shaped who the both of them were today.

"How much you mean to me, my friend. How, how very much." Nidra commented all of sudden, her eyes welling up with emotion. "Thank you so very much for remembering such a tiny detail of what I offhandedly mentioned almost a decade ago... It means the world to me. To have someone remember something about me that's often lost into my endless existence... Ah, Robin, how much I treasure that!"

The Queen smiled softly, her expression lines shaping her face into a motherly look. She grasped her friend's hand, caressing it with her thumb. "I'll remember you for the rest of my days, Nidra. Even after that, as my children grow and keep mine and your memories alive -- as you watch over them and make yourself a constant within my bloodline. I'll always be with you, no matter how far you or I go."

Nidra blinked so as to shoo the tears away, holding Robin's hand with both of hers. "And be present I shall, Robin. As I've promised before, I shall say it again -- I will be there for your children, and their children. I'll watch over them for you."

It was Robin's turn to feel misty-eyed, but she managed to blink it away and smile. "Look at us, making promises for the future when we're a night of sleep's away from your anniversary. Let us not behave like old grannies and enjoy the present, yes? We have the rest of our lives to reminisce."

"Right you are, my friend. As always; right you are." Nidra chuckled, drying a few stray tears from her cheeks. The night had already covered the land like a blanket that waited to be lifted come morning.

Unaware of whatever machinations were going on inside the castle, Nidra went to bed with Henry a bit after midnight -- the children had gone to sleep with young Morgan and Luci in their rooms, so it was only the couple for the night, like it hadn't been for a long time. Henry made an off-handed comment about being alone to 'dingle-dangle', but received a very embarrassed slap on the chest before Nidra snuggled her face on his to sleep.

Well, Henry thought, not like I'm gonna catch a wink anyway, nyaha! He held his wife closely, caressing her back up and down ever so slowly, like a unspoken lullaby.

The manakete fell asleep right after, safe in her husband's arms.

Yet, when she woke up, they weren't there to welcome her to the waking world. Frowning as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes, Nidra yawned widely as she sat up and groggily looked around the room. Everything looked right in place, apart from a wooden mannequin placed right beside the old full body mirror at the back of the room.

"What...?" She squinted, her vision still a bit blurry from sleep. The light coming through the expensive window was as idyllic as the previous day's, but now it slightly blinded her to what was in front of her very eyes: it was a wedding dress.

True, it was not a frilly dress with a huge ball-gown skirt, no. It was made with a very thin and light fabric, trumpet shaped and strapless -- though it had very, very long sleeves, long enough to trail behind her as she wore it. Taking a closer look, she could see that there was a cut in the long skirt, allowing her more movement without being crass; her leg could be seen all the way to her thigh, but since the skirt had so much thin fabric, it would look as though she was flying-

"Oh, so that's why the sleeves are so long... my wings." She whispered as she touched the fabric, not realizing she had already gotten up to see the dress up close. It had so many little, hand-sewn details from the tube top to the waist, then all the way through the sleeves as well as on the intricate back. It was a true masterpiece, carefully made for Nidra herself. And only her.

Feeling like she was walking inside a dream -- her feet felt as though she stepped on cotton -- Nidra looked around the room once again, time moving much slower than before. She saw so much more color than before, though nothing had actually changed. It was as though the sun reflecting through the stained glass painted the entire room in rainbows and stars, bringing her so much emotion she couldn't help but sob.

So that was the reason why Robin had sent such a formal letter -- but that didn't seem like it was only her friend's doing...? Confused, overwhelmed and emotional, the manakete stood still, her hand never letting go of the dress as she tried to understand the rush of emotions going through her heart.

She failed to notice the careful footsteps by the door as it carefully opened. She failed still to notice when her husband slipped inside and opened his arms. "Phew, I gotcha still in your pajamas!" He huffed, his usually pale face bright red from running. "I had to fly back home to bring these! Can't have a manakete wedding without our jewels, ey?" He flashed the jewels Nidra had made him over a decade ago, carefully woven into necklaces. "I'm glad I got to be the one to put it on you, nyaha," his breath was still shaky, but he managed to smile as he walked to his wife and put the necklace on her. "Happy anniversary, Ni-Ni. I knew asking Robin to help with your dream wedding was the right thing to do."

Blinking, it took Nidra a full minute to tear her eyes away from the dress to her grinning husband. Once she took a full look at him, she realized he wore a tuxedo -- not a black or purple one as she was sure he'd prefer, but a dark green one, complete with a rainbow colored handkerchief by his chest pocket.

The male manakete color scheme; to call upon the females with his intricate scales and battle prowess.

Seeing how she eyed his outfit, Henry smiled and Nidra could almost see him being bashful. "I'm not a dragon (and boy do I wish I were!) but 'least I could borrow the colors to match my wife!"

Nidra opened and closed her mouth like a fish, making Henry remember the previous morning and giggle before wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's okay, take your time to take it all in." He patted her back, used to giving her space to digest things through.

A few minutes later, Nidra managed to mumble a "how" and a "when", her brain a complete knot.

"You won't believe how many people Robin got into this! It'd be better to show you, though," he smiled, his thin eyes showing a tiny bit of expression lines -- age and wisdom, the same ones she saw in her friend just the previous night.

So he did change a little bit in these ten years.

"Do you want help with the dress? I mean with the undressing part," he wiggled his eyebrows, sure to make her work after making a dirty remark.

It did wonders to bring Nidra back to reality, though it cost him an aching shin. "Worth it!" He said as she made him wait outside while she got into that wonderful dress.

The more she did, the less real it felt. It wasn't as though she had always wanted a wedding ceremony. Her memories of those usually meant that she would be left alone, or at least left aside. Back when she was young, she witnessed a wonderfully large party that's marked her for eternity. Then, there was Robin's, which also dug deep into her, though that time she could be open with her friend and tell her what she was feeling.

There were other parties the Shepherds threw for some of their members' marriages, but it wasn't as though Nidra wanted to have one for herself.

What she wanted were the memories and feelings conveyed in those ceremonies. She wanted to hear the promise from her husband's lips, a bit more official-like than what he usually did (though she could still live without it for the rest of her days since he already gave her so much), and to be congratulated by her friend and family... to announce her love proudly and show it to the world that she was happy.

She was finally, truly happy.

"Aw, Ni-Ni! No need to cry so early! There're so many opportunities for you to cry later!" Henry giggled as she left the room in tears, helping her with her wild hair before escorting her to the eastern side of the castle.

They all knew that although Nidra got used to being around humans, it wasn't as though she enjoyed large crowds, so they kept it all small: at an ancient chapel right behind the walls of a forgotten garden at the east wing, they would formalize Nidra and Henry's marriage for the first time in ten years.

The place overflowed with antique energy, the forest consuming most of the columns and arches, making it an ideal place for a manakete to roost at. Vines and multi-colored flowers sprouted naturally from the old stonework, complementing the floral decoration Cynthia and Meliodas worked hard at.

At the center of the altar, there laid a Naga's Bell, the largest one Nidra had ever seen.

Widening her eyes, she tried to take it all in: she saw her friends and family scattered about the natural garden, all wearing different degrees of smiles. She saw Cyn and Meli dancing with Morgs and Lucina right in front of the paved corridor as the girls carried small baskets full of flower petals while the boys shared a large velvet cushion.

Cynthia spotted her parents coming in first and let out a loud squeal. "Mother!! You look amazing! Happy anniversary! Happy marriage! Gods I'm so excited I- whoops!" She rambled on as she ran towards her mother, tripping on a nearby root and landing right in Nidra's arms. "Nice catch!"

"Oh, my darling child... you look stunning as well. A short dress much like a flower in bloom." Nidra managed to speak, her words outpacing her thoughts. "And your sister is wearing a miniature of the same dress, oh Naga, she looks so adorable." She clutched her chest, misty-eyed. Young Meli wore a miniature tuxedo to match with Henry while Meliodas wore a long, silver coat-tail with platinum ends to signify his wings. He welcomed his mother, father and sister with open arms.

"Mother! You do not know how hard it was to keep all of this a secret from you!" He laughed, squeezing them all in his hug.

Her mind slow, Nidra looked from her husband to her daughter, then to her son. "Indeed... How did you keep it a secret? Cynthia is not much of a secret-keeper..."

"I did my best!" She puffed her cheeks.

"So did Lucina and Robin, Mother. They received the brunt of Cynthia's excitement whenever she was about to blurt it all by accident." Meliodas chuckled, placing a tuft of hair behind his mother's long ear. In a smooth movement, he took a step back to reveal his godmother and god sister.

Both Queen and Princess smiled fondly as the children danced around themselves. "Happy anniversary, old friend." Robin took Nidra's hands in hers, squeezing under her silk gloves. "I got you this time," she winked.

"That you did, you old fox," Nidra's chin trembled, her feelings finally catching up with what was going on. "Oh, give me a hug, Robin! Thank you so much for this." She pulled her friend into a bear embrace, squeezing the breath out of her.

"N-Ni-Ni, you're going to kill Mother-" Lucina blurted out as Robin started turning blue, but Nidra let go of her right after, her entire body trembling.

"I- We better start this before I start crying for three hours straight." Nidra sniffled, covering her mouth with one hand as Lucina tenderly took her turn in hugging her godmother.

Henry nodded beside her, his expression comically serious. "She means it. She WILL cry for three hours straight if you let her."

Robin guffawed, throwing her head back. "Ha! And you think I don't know that? Let's take our places quickly before Cyn scatters all the petals in that same spot she's in."

"Mommyyy! Cyn'll make the path pwetty for you!" The little girl waved, obediently not leaving her post as she had promised aunt Robin earlier. Luci worriedly tried to keep her friend to waste more petals than necessary, stealing a strangled laughter from the manakete bride.

Nidra tried with all her might to keep her tears from flowing, but flow they did -- she walked down the aisle alongside her husband as their children opened the way for them, their friends and found family waiting for them at the altar, whence the Naga's Bell hung magnanimously. Under it, Tiki used herself as a proxy for Naga's voice to call upon her dragon children so they could celebrate such a love-filled and heartwarming union.

Nowi, Nah, Cynthia, Meliodas as well as their younger counterparts all felt a strong current of power coursing through their veins, as though Naga had descended amongst them for a brief moment to touch upon Nidra’s jewel with a kiss. Both hers and Henry’s shone so brightly the next second, they had to close their eyes, not realizing they intertwined their fingers in a strong handhold.

For a moment, there was only silence, as though time had stopped simply for Henry and Nidra to look at each other and smile. “I love you,” they said in unison, Henry’s smile the truest Nidra had ever seen in the past decade.

He had grown so much since they first met -- he got in touch with his feelings more often and hardly ever masked them with a snicker, choosing to convey them to his wife instead. And at that moment, everything that he felt meant only that.

Love.

Overpowering and true love.

Nidra couldn’t keep the waterfall of tears away any longer, so she finally let them flow as freely as possible, a second after she wrapped both arms around Henry’s neck so as to tenderly seal their renewed promise with a kiss. He reciprocated for a moment, then snorted over her lips as he felt her shoulders trembling.

“D-don’t laugh!” She protested weakly as she slipped into his shoulder to hide her crying face. Henry, on the other hand, trembled with mirth.

“You’re so funny, Ni-Ni! I’m glad I married you for realsies now.” He patted her back as she grumbled something under her breath, trying to hide the huge smile that went with her tears.

All around them, their family and friends celebrated, throwing petals and rice on them. The children started dancing at the sound of the band which started playing a peppy tune, while the couples hugged themselves so as to take advantage of the atmosphere of love in the air.

Truly, Nidra couldn’t have been happier than on that day.

In truth, ever since marrying Henry for the first time, her life had only gotten exponentially happier. That only made her look forward to eternity beside her beloved, more and more each day.

For the technically newlyweds, life couldn’t actually return to normal -- it was as though they had returned to the early days of their marriage, always enjoying each other’s presence more than with other people. Robin even volunteered to keep the children in the castle for a few weeks or so to let the couple, ahem, renew their vows privately, but Nidra only allowed it for a couple of days at most.

Despite being a blushing bride, she was also a very clingy and proud mother. She didn’t want to part with her children for longer than necessary.

Which was why that, a bit over two months after their ceremony, it occurred to Nidra that she hadn’t transformed to take a nap under the tree atop the hill in quite a while. The fact only came to her mind while she was entangled in her future children’s scales as all of them took a family nap, Cynthia and Meliodas interlaced around each other, with their parents and younger siblings in their midst.

Alone in her waking, Nidra looked down to her sleeping husband, softly placing one hand over her chest.

Could it be? Could it truly be?

The manakete looked around herself -- quite literally surrounded by her family, and yet the expectation of being actually, well, expecting another member to complement it. She bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up with tears. What a great news to wake up to, she thought, snuggling into Henry’s chest. I wonder how I should say it when he wakes up.

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Ohohoo I hope you’re all ready, because, that’s right! It’s time for a 2k words in snip!!!! *kazoo noises* Yeah it’s been less than 24 hours since I posted the sixth fic in SS. But. Here I am, just writing and writing and writing for literally no godly reason lmao

anyway. here you go! :D

As the two of them are heading out to yet another IED, Jack decides that subtly won’t be worth it. “So kid, you gonna call home?”

Mac looks up. “What do you mean?”

“You know, for the holidays. The holiday cheer, all that fun stuff.”

Snorting, Mac looks back down at his hands. “Nah. Bozer’s going to be with his family, so, you know…”

Jack definitely does not know. “So what? You’re just not gonna call him?”

“I mean, I’m writing him a letter.”

“But it’s different, hearin’ voices, you know that.”

“‘Hearing voices’? Really, Jack? You need a psych eval?”

Rolling his eyes, Jack mutters, “Oh, har, har. Really though. Why aren’t you callin’ home?”

“I told you. Boze’s going to be with his family, and I don’t want to interrupt that. If there’s one thing that he’s taught me, it’s that the Christmas pastrami should never be interrupted.”

Now that throws Jack for a loop. “What the fuck is a Christmas Pastrami?”