callmehere-iwillappear · 17 days ago
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6, 13, 18 for the WIP game, for whatever WIP you want
permafrost it is!
6. Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?
ohohohohoho yes. yes it does. i think u know abt it too i'm pretty sure i talked abt it in dms (for the fic overall not the next chapter i don't think there's any big twists in the next chapter lmaojfdslkfd)
13. What common trope(s) do you feel are used in this chapter/fic?
uhh i mean. time loops obviously ;ajflkdsjflkd i am not gonna be good at answering this question bc i don't. actually know a lot of tropes or how common they are LMAO like does time loops actually count as a common trope??
uhhh ig there's a couple i could name but 1. i don't remember the name of them just a vague description and 2. they're spoilers for said twist from the previous question </3
18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character��s POV.
i'm gonna keep it real with u i am not gonna be able to write an Entire Other Scene so i'm just gonna. summarize alfjdklsjfd also it's . the scene i most recently wrote is a very big spoiler for a future chapter so uhh. it will also be vague
raph doesn't know about the time loops obviously and watches leo do something incredibly fucking stupid and fucked up with the (reasonable) assumption that time is going to keep going after this and is like leo what the FUCK
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revelisms · 1 year ago
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Excerpt: What You Needed
After years, Jinx and Vi are reunited—and starting to make amends.
From ‘heron blue,’ an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. CW: Abandonment issues, dissociation, psychosis, dysfunctional family dynamics Full story on AO3
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Her painted fingers clink out a red-capped glass bottle, and hold it stiffly across from her. "You...still like the cherry ones, right?"
Vi takes it from her, slowly, criss-crossed on the blankets across from her. "You bet," she says softly. Her mouth makes a strange twist: not quite a smile. She turns the bottle in her hand. "Still like blueberry?"
Jinx screws off the cap of her own, a glittering spin off the stones. "Uh, yeah—best of the bestest."
The lights hum around them, a pleasant, blitzy static. Jinx draws up her knees, curls her arms around them, and sips. For a long, horrible moment, there's nothing for them to say. Nothing she can get out: the questions stuck in her stomach, in her heart, like lead on her tongue.
Why did you leave me—?
"When...when did you build this?" Vi's looking at the decorations all around them, the paint and the color and glow, with a quiet awe.
Jinx wonders, for a moment, if she means the alcove or the club itself. They'd kept the bones, but rebuilt it all, straight from the ground up. No more smelly storeroom—too many ghosts; all boarded up now. They'd cleaned and sanded and revarnished the floors; painted the rooms, retiled the bathrooms; brought in that beautiful imported glass to bubble around the walls, a new addition to the spaces wholly their own on the third floor, with the same old staff kitchen and storage closets and divots in the walls. 
Jinx shrugs, bobbing her knee. "Oh, I dunno—years ago."
Vi's smiling, now. She looks down at the bottle in her hands: twists off the cap. "I...I missed this, y'know. All your creations."
It lights up something in Jinx's heart, like a little lamp tuned to life. "I—I never stopped, really," she says, a flash of her teeth. "Painted up my room all pretty—oh—I just got this new color in from that big guy in the third district." She props closer, with a brightening grin. "It's, like, the prettiest blue—gonna put it on Whambo. He's gonna be a nail bomb. And I might use it for some details, on Fritz—he's a smoke flare, mostly, but he can double as a firecracker launcher—cool, right? I've been trying to get the combustion ratio right, for ages, but the thing keeps fizzlin' out too early—that old doc's tried to give me equations, but ugh—anyway. Work in progress, Fritz."
And then she's telling her about Jabberwock the ray gun, that she'd engraved with the emblem of a little seahorse—and about the Zing-Dusters she'd built: the respirators they used in the air dispensaries, that she was making a new model of—and the water filtration systems they were going to pilot in the rotted hovels of the Sump, once they got the right treated metals in.
She tells her about Tullo the mechanic, a giant of a man, with hair to his knees and tattoos gaudy as a pirate's, who she gets her imports from. Tullo, who Sevika got in a fight with the other day, after he'd called her arm just for show—and Sevika was a big old ogre, just as awful as ever: she ate blood sausage and grits for breakfast—yeuch!
She's rambling, on and on: the words pouring out of her: a runoff of shaky-laughed, tense-shouldered babbling.
There's so much she doesn't say.
She doesn't tell her about Little Man. She doesn't tell her about the voices in her head, or Mylo or Claggor, or her stuffed rabbit nailed to the wall, or how she spent years and years trying to carve herself in the chasm she'd left behind, not knowing why she wasn't enough, good enough, worth enough to bring her back; or how Silco would find her beating her hands bloody in the old arcade, or how he never laughed, not really, and never, ever cried, except when he talked about Vander, and then he nearly did both; or how, sometimes, when Sevika laid her arm around her, it almost, almost felt like hers—and she does not tell her about how Powder is dead and gone and drowned, drowned in a well, drowned by Jinx's own hands, and Jinx—Jinx is strong, now.
The voices ring through her ears: a pitching, endless drone.
It's too quiet, again.
Jinx swallows, fidgeting. She lifts her eyes from the roof. Vi is just looking at her, looking and frowning, with that burning sort of sadness Jinx hates. She's looking at her, and not saying a word—and for all Jinx doesn't tell her any of that, she is terrified that in some small, terrible way, she knows it, all the same.
"You're quiet," Jinx mumbles. She rips her eyes down, again.
Vi reaches over, wraps her hand beneath her own. "I know—I know. I'm sorry, I'm just..." She huffs out a breath, turning away, staring at the bustle of the streets. "I'm just thinking." She's nervous: her hands heavy and fiddling, so warm over Jinx's own. "It's—it's just..." Vi clears her throat. "It's been so long, I've been—I've been so worried about you."
Jinx scrapes her nail over her thumb. Those words hit something unpleasant inside her—worried about you—plunge a sickly chill in her stomach: a blazing knot of self-disgust, of rage; of sharp, splintered old hurt.
The words trapped in her throat bubble out, before she can stop them. "Why..." They stick like grease on her teeth. "Why did you leave me?"
She knows they cut at her sister. She knows they sting.
Part of her wants them to.
Vi looks down. She weathers her thumb over Jinx's own. "I—I tried to get back to you, I promise." The same as she'd said, before. "I did—but I—"
"You left me." It sounds so pitiful coming out of Jinx's mouth, and she despises herself for it. She yanks her hand out from Vi's own: tucks it under her knee. "I didn't—I didn't understand—"
"I know," Vi hushes. "I know, I—there hasn't been a day I haven't regretted it. Not a single one, from every damned night I was in that cell—but I—I just—" Her shoulders sink. She's looking away, forcing air through her teeth. "I needed time." 
Something blitzes up Jinx's neck: leaves her head twitching.
You're not ready!
She scowls slow at the tiles. "Away from me."
"That's not—"
I told you to stay away!
Jinx scrapes her nails against the stones. "Things changed, when you left." Air shudders against her teeth. She fights the heat broiling in her throat: blinks it quick out of her eyes. "I—I changed," she whispers.
Vi's hands fist between her knees. Something in her turns venomous: like it did in Silco, when someone said something that got under his skin; when he let his words turn harsh and biting, looming over his constituents, a shadow of a monster with red-tipped wings.
"If I'd known you were here," Vi is saying, a low firmness in the words—and Jinx knows where they're going, before she even speaks them; feels her shoulders draw firm as stone. "If I could have—I would have done anything to find you; I would have got you out of here, as soon as I—"
A numbness washes through Jinx's veins.
"Got me out," she repeats.
She feels so far away from herself. Floating. 
She's seeing Little Man, with his hair still short and his arms still gangly: his hand shackled around her wrist, hard enough to crush her, pleading to a girl who didn't exist—Powder, come with me, please—we've found a place in the sewers, away from all of this, where you'll be safe—whatever he's done, I'll make sure he never gets to you, again—
"I don't need you to save me," Jinx bites out. Tension gnaws through her fingers: turns them white-knuckled on her knee. 
Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think.
You're strong, now—just like you were always meant to be. 
She wrenches her head from the words, the memories: Vi's fist colliding with her cheek, Silco's thumb sweeping against it. "I never needed you to save me, I—I needed—"
Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!
Jinx is perfect.
"Someone else," Vi mutters. Jinx falters, ice in her lungs. Stares wide-eyed at her. Vi is frowning at the green glow beyond them, rasping her thumb against the wrapping over her knuckles. She takes in a hard, gritty breath, and eases it out. "I know," she continues. "I left you, and he—" The look in her eyes turns so strange: bitter, scathing. "He showed up." It's like the words are pulling out her teeth. Her thumb presses hard into her knuckles. "And maybe, that's—that's what you needed."
Jinx tries to swallow. Heat burns and burns in her throat. "You want me to hate him," she tests, prickling with spite. "You don't want me to be here." Flashes of color outside the edges of her vision: eyes and faces and howling words. "You don't like him—you don't like any of them—well, none of you all liked me, either—"
"That's not true—"
Ghosts are picking at her ears and clawing at her arms and too loud.
"—because I—I was just some—some loose screw, screw-up, always screwing things up—shut up!" She wrenches her head into her hands, squeezes it tight, tight between her nails, to keep her skull from splitting open. "Shut up, shut up!"
Vi's looking at her like she's broken, a wind-up toy with all the cogs gone: like something she doesn't know how to fix. Carefully, her bandaged hand lays over her knee. "That's not true, and you know it," she says gravely. The words crack. "We loved you, Powder. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor—"
"Don't." Jinx seethes it out, feral: wrenches herself away from Vi's burning hand. "Stop." She breathes long, cavernous, heaving. "Stop, don't—I don't want to think about them—I don't want to think about them, I don't—"
Vi closes her eyes, clenches her jaw. "Okay."
"I don't," Jinx hisses again. There's too much color in her eyes, too much noise in her head. 
Vi's holding her. She doesn't remember when she started holding her.
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wolvereaux · 5 months ago
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#16 for the spotify ask!
Tongue in the Bag by XYLØ - I don't have any blorbos that fit it very well, so you're getting a peek into Leo's hobbies >:3c
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"I take it book club went well?" Talwyn nodded towards the radio playing unfamiliar music as he stepped into the kitchen and began setting down groceries.
"Yep!" Leo's shell spun in delight. "Ajax and his guardian ran across a couple of mostly recoverable hard drives while on patrol a while back, and the chryptarchs finally got around to converting the files yesterday."
"Oh hell yeah. Got any new favorites yet?"
"Mmm, I'm still listening to them all first. I think you might like this one though, it's got a weird liminal feel." Leo swooped down to scan the open bags as her Lightbearer opened the fridge to put the perishables away. "Speaking of favorites though, isn't this Sigil's fa—"
Talwyn whirled around and swiped the offending box out from under Leo's mischievous gaze, but it was already far too late.
"OooOO, so it is—"
"I am just trying to make sure he eats!" Tal interrupted loudly, cutting Leo off before she could sprint further into her latest favorite conversation topic. Traveler's ribs, couldn't she let it rest for one day? "And we're talking about your music right now. What's this song about?"
Leo's fins twitched in amusement, but she mercifully let it drop for the moment. "I'm not completely sure! The phrasing is odd and I can't quite tell if it's about friends or casual partners, but one of them is definitely struggling."
Talwyn tilted his head and listened intently as the chorus came back around.
"Friends, but the singer wanted to maybe be partners, I think. Where did you say they found the hard drives?"
"Near Old Detroit, but the metadata mentioned the artist was from Los Angeles."
"The drives had metadata on them and you didn't start with that? Utter cruelty. Mean to me in this house."
"The meanest." Leo spun around his head in cheerfully unrepentant agreement. "Ajax said he might slide it to his linguist friend over Archives, but they probably won't get to it for a while."
"Was there anything else on there by that artist, by any chance?"
"Yes, actually! No full albums sadly, but there were a couple other songs by that artist on there. I think you might like this one too..."
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fbfh · 2 years ago
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It's not just me right?????? You guys are actively losing your shit and all sense of decorum too right??????????? I need to bite him right fucking now. Every Evan Peters character I've come into contact with has completely and utterly fucked up my brain chemistry and I've only seen four of them. And one of them was fake Pietro from wandavision. I was disproportionately attracted to him too. GOD what is it about Kit Walker that fucking makes you go into heat around him?????? It's like the strongest pheromone attraction ever. He exudes it. There's no escaping it. When you're around Kit Walker you're going into heat like a fucking omega. He's... he's a switch too but like a service switch. He loves getting topped by you so fucking much, it feels so good when you use him to get both of you off. God the way you scratch your nails down his back and chest when you're bouncing on his cock like that. It's so good it feels unreal. You squeeze around him so tight, a mixture of your arousal pooling at the base of his cock, dripping onto his balls as they tighten up and twitch, desperate to fill you up, to make a couple little babies with the love of his life. Other times he knows when you need him, when you need him to lay you down and make sweet love to you until morning, until all you can think about is your husband and how much he loves you. And he does, he loves you so much he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. Almost. He knows every spot, every move, everything to say and do to make you feel as good as you make him feel. He wants you to feel loved, appreciated, beautiful and special and like the absolute dynamite knock out that you are. But you know what you really want to do when you see him like that??? All soft and relaxed and casual, sleepy and smoking in his underwear?????? You're so overcome with the desire to fucking suck his soul out through his beautiful cock that you think it must be an act of god. He doesn't realize how fucking attractive he is, how female gaze, what he does to you. he really genuinely does not realize what he does to you. so when you see him like this and can't stop yourself from straddling him and slipping your hands under his shirt and grinding against him it always comes as a surprise. every time. it's especially surprising when you're making eyes at him and dropping big hints but he doesn't realize what kind of hints they are at first. you see him lying there like that and sit on the bed next to him, resting your head in his lap and looking up at him. you slip your hand under his undershirt, caressing his warm skin where it rides up. you bat your pretty eyes up at him and he touches your cheek while he talks to you around the cigarette in his mouth. even just his voice alone is enough to have you squirming, so he really doesn't realize what he's doing to you until you scooch over and start mouthing at him through his underwear. he lets out a flustered laugh as it finally clicks, and he takes the cigarette out of his mouth, the smoke wafting gracefully out of his lips as he chuckles, watching you closely. you squeeze his thighs and press your face into his cock, desperate for him. you can feel him start to harden and grow against your tongue and lips, leaving a wet patch on the fabric as you literally drool over him. you can taste some of the precum you're drawing out of his cock, getting it to weep just for you. god, he even smells good, so masculine and ready for you that you want him even more. everything you're doing feels so good, Kit finds himself already moaning shamelessly before you've even pulled him out. when you finally pull him out, finally lick up his shaft and press sweet little kisses to the tip that draws the most beautiful cinematic moans out of him, when you finally get a taste, you both know you're in for a long night. he watches you with such deep love in his eyes, he wonders how he managed to find someone as wonderful and amazing as you are. you must be an angel, he thinks, there's no other explanation for it.
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venalier · 2 years ago
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“bogworms’ brains,” caeldori swears to herself under her breath. if only she’d left just a few days earlier! then she could’ve been out there with the rest of them on the field, measuring her skill and strategic studies against her peers. a few wins, or even the grand trophy! — would’ve been the perfect accomplishment to include in her first letter home, convincing her father that her decision to come and complete her time here was far from a waste!
what she didn’t want to tell him was that there were people she was hoping to see again, too.
“andrei, there you are!” there he is prone in the healer’s camp just like she’d been told. the excitement of an old fr— ally? ... pleasant acquaintance? — overruns any concern about his injuries for now. there’d be nothing crippling from the battle of eagle and lion, anyway.
she tries ( and mostly succeeds! ) at fighting back a smile, not wanting to look overeager about something as simple as a familiar face. but there’s an energy to her step that betrays her as she draws up beside him, ignoring the glances of clerics and passersby. “i was looking all over for you. i've come back. i hope you've been well. and what’s this about you having a pegasus now?”
   ♡   //   @ulircursed
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sapphiresands-moved · 2 years ago
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I want a situation where someone has known Sevren for a while-- And though they think he’s weird, they also think he’s just human. 
But then something big happens that gives that away. It scares said friend, and as a result, Sevren leaves. 
He thinks they’ll never meet again, only to discover he was tracked down by said old friend.
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daydreamerwonderkid · 4 months ago
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consider: dick in this outfit but blue
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I did my best adslfjs;alkj;aga
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nonsupe-a · 2 years ago
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“   we’re standing in a puddle of blood.   ”          briefly he wonders if perhaps he means it metaphorically.      if theres some way that he means that they’re ankle deep in crimson that will be too difficult to wash away,      that they’re sinking in a hole they’ve dug themselves,     wading deeper and deeper into a crimson ocean they created all on their own after all these years.     but then he reminds himself where they are,      the purpose of their business this far from home.
the echoes of a firefight still ring in his ears.      silence perhaps more deafening than the piercing sounds of gunfire,      bullets that butchered half a dozen men on the other side before 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁  and  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝚈  could ever peer around the corner;   snagged the ground and concrete walls that stood between them,      ricocheting off the metal plates of armored cars that provided a one off means of shelter provided the enemy didn’t get smart and aim for boots.      but that was giving them too much credit,       he thinks.      they were messy killers and always seemed to aim high and sporadic.     amateurs.     they have no idea what they’re doing,      not really.      they were playing a dangerous game and it was going to eat them alive.      it did.      they did.
the objective was to clear the building,      make room for troops to move through after them so they didn’t get obliterated on sight.      messy fucking job it was but done with quick work.      twenty minutes of loud cracks and explosive charges going off from every which way shiloh seemed to turn,      then nothing.      awful yet simultaneously welcomed silence that chilled him to his core.
a moment longer before he realizes that leon means it literally.     they stand in a puddle of blood and wait for their people to clear through and make quick of their own jobs.      the hard part was over,      now comes the homework.      and the realization doesn’t phase him,      not like it used to.      not like it should.      not anymore.      instead shiloh glances back up from his boots and adjusts the gear on his shoulders and conceals his weapon,      dark eyes meeting @antisupe​.   
a lesson he learned a long time ago:   you’ve been around enough times and the ghosts just stick to you.      shiloh is haunted no matter what he does.
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“   better theirs than ours.   ”
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blueookashi · 1 month ago
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also sorry I played Rainworld a couple days ago and like I'm getting pearls to give to Moon for the LORE and JUST. JUST.
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SHE FELL ASLEEP DURING IT ALKJ;DGJKLG I HAD TO PAUSE I WAS DYING CAUSE IT WASN'T LIKE oop she's asleep SHE LITERALLY DRIFTED OFF, I WATCHED HER HEAD LIKE, SLIDE DOWN TO SLEEP AND IT JUST KEPT GOING I COULDN'T READ CAUSE I KEPT WATCHING HER DLGKAJS;JGLKD;GJLK
but she also slept next to Moon which was cute
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edwinspaynes · 9 months ago
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AHHH I LOVED THIS FIC!!!! I am just fan-girling as a fly on the way wall to their chat :D
some of my reactions:
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ALASTAIR going bruh chilllll I'M DEAD
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THOMAS U SWEET BABY ANGEL. the (?) also makes me giggle idk why so apt
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"I GIVE ZERO FUCKS" bahahahahahaah
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mother is MOTHERING
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this would SOOO be their handle hahahah just deadass
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their relationship summarised in two lines ^. ; "alksdjf;alkj" "uh not true Thomas, but go off king ig cuz ily"
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ALL THE GAMES
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again their relationship summed up in two lines
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AHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAH
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AHHH THIS side convo made me want MOREEE ahhhhhh
Thank you so much for writing this up for us <3 This was beyond indulgent of you I am really grateful you would write up stuff fans want (YES I AM A FAN, not just a mutual cuz u produce ART I am a FAN of).
Not to be spoilt but can't wait for chapter two! MAYBE text exchanges the day after the party/dinner?!
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I am so glad you enjoyed the fic <3 do not worry there will be more. This gave me a WONDERFUL buzz when I was high and it's definitely going to be a High Activity now.
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tvintedspvrkmoved · 1 year ago
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attempting to physically restrain myself from giving dani a sideblog like @whiskaeys and possibly losing the battle i fear al;sdkfj;alkjs;lfakf
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nekoneeko · 2 years ago
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ohhhhhsh my godd i just finishebfd naddpod campaignb one EMILYS FUCJINF SONG AT RHE END!!?!??! AND THEY ALKJ JOINED IN????!!?
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weredemonz · 2 years ago
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PLEASEEE I NEED FRANCIS N ALKJ MOMENT PLEEAASEEE PLEEA
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WHATTT WHAT DO YOU MEANN
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mvsicinthedvrk · 2 years ago
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tonight, i really need to get back to answering/sending messages about plotting for winter event stuff alkfdj;alkj BUT i will always make time for memes, so LIKE for some of these fun dialogue prompt memes.... 
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aeviare · 1 year ago
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" aether - " a gentle hand moves a strand of hair away from his face, " why, i've missed you. . . something is not right when you're not around - er -- " was that said out loud ? kaeya coughs before changing the subject, " what plans do you have tonight ? wont you allow me to be your escort ? " / ;alkj;alk
unprompted kaether asks <3
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aether lets out a soft laugh at kaeya's words, tilting his head just slightly so he can press his lips to the inside of the other man's palm, "i've missed you, too," he says easily, "it's only been a few weeks since i've visited, but it always seems like such a long time in between." the blond had wished time and time again that he could be by more often, often longing to be in the captain's presence. still, even though he would leave again, he wanted to enjoy their time together as they had it.
"i've got no plans at all, what did you have in mind?"
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dechkl · 3 years ago
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playing twister with Keiji until he yielded
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