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mistysblueboxstuff · 1 year

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Hello, first of all, I’m really sorry for bothering you with this. I’m a person who other people consider an artist. I’ve made things all of my life with whatever tools I could get my hands on. My family was too poor to afford paper and pencils so I burned wood engravings with magnifying glasses. My handwriting is tiny and precise because I loved writing but had to squeeze every inch of space out of a page. Over the years I’ve done a lot of other things that caught my interest, including sculpture, 3D modeling, modding, making dolls, decoupage, graphic design, oils, watercolor, lots of stuff. I won awards, got into some magazines. People paid unreasonable amounts for my stuff. I even spent two years in college majoring in drawing and painting before admitting to myself that I hated the process and though I had some technical skill, I wasn’t a real artist and didn’t have the inspired creative spark real artists had. I was okay with that; I don’t want to express myself. I’ve always made things because I wanted to learn things and see something I wouldn’t have been able to see otherwise.

I’ve always thought of myself as someone respectful of artists. I’ve spent so much on commissions that I don't have a savings account. I’ve always paid artists as well as I can afford and sometimes more if I thought their rates were low or if I knew they were putting extra work in on a piece. I’ve also bought a lot of fan made merch. Almost a thousand of that has been on prints you’ve made. I love your art.

I’ve been passionate about text and art AI for years. At first I was excited when the public became aware of my hobby and I thought that I’d finally be able to talk about it with people. Except, it turned out that everyone hates this thing I’m passionate about and would hate me if they knew I used it. I’ve had to hide it and keep it bottled up inside, away from the people I want to share it with. Everywhere I look, I see words like AI bro and AI clown and lazy and that people like me should just die.

I’ve heard all of the arguments for and against it. I do get why people are scared and discouraged and feel like they’ve had something taken from them. But I also know that I can't stop loving AI. I can't stop making things and learning new skills in things that interest me. That’s who I am. If I know anything about myself, it’s that.

I have one enormous print of yours of Aziraphale hanging over my bed. It has given me so much happiness for the past two years. I’ve felt love and beauty when I look at it. It’s been a source of comfort and joy. Having grown up lesbian in a religious household that thought I needed an exorcism, there’s something about seeing him turn his face away from God that resonates.

It’s been eating me up inside for weeks because every time I look at the picture above my bed, I don’t see Aziraphale any more. I don’t feel that love. I can only think about the person behind it that I respect and how they’ve said I should die, and the community behind them that I want to be part of but would hate me.

Am I the bad guy? The pain feels like a festering boil that needs to be lanced, so I guess I’d like to hear you say that what I’m doing is unforgivable so that I can take the picture down, grieve and move on. I know that's a lot for a stranger to ask of you. It's probably messed up that I'm even bringing this to you. I'm sorry.

Hiya. Thank you for messaging me. first I'd just like to say I don't think anyone should actually die. I know I say AI folks should die but it's something that I don't actually mean or want, I'm just angry. I don't like being told to "adapt or die". I don't appreciate AI folks saying I should "get on with the times and use the AI". I don't appreciate being told to "learn a new skill" by people who by all accounts have none themselves. I don't appreciate being told to "go work at McDonald's bozo". Being told to "get a real job". These are the things said to me personally, not just to artists in general.

Have you seen the vile things artists are being told by the AI tech bros? How we are being treated? They call us "drawslaves", "paint pigs", but at same time we're the "elite" keeping the poor masses away from their god given right to be able to make art without putting any effort into it.

We have every right to be angry and I'm really sorry me saying they should die has hurt you. I'm hurting too. I haven't been in the best place mentally and I won't go into details but this whole AI thing has only made it worse.

I don't think artists are just scared or discouraged, they're angry because their art is being stolen by this thing made to replace them. It really really hurts, I can't tell you how much. It's also infuriating. A lot of the time it makes me want to just stop making art because what's the point? It'll just get stolen and chopped up, bastardised into some AI monstrosity and soon I won't even be needed at all. I spent my whole life trying to figure out what to do with it, finding one thing i love and managing to make a living off it, only for it to be taken away from me by a machine. Might as well just stab me to death and get it over with. It would hurt less. One of the things that hurt me the most is when people question if my art is AI or not. I hate that I also question every piece of art I now encounter too.

Your story is inspiring and it sounds like you enjoyed making art, so what happened? I can't understand how any artist would actually feel accomplished by generating images via AI. I do understand it's fun and brings joy to people I guess. As for being a part of the art community I don't think most artists will ever accept AI folks as being a part of it. There is a huge AI community though, as I'm sure you know.

Personally I find it really difficult to look at AI images, for many reasons, seeing them treated as art pains me. It's why I left ArtStation and why I'm no longer active on DeviantArt either.

I don't think you specifically are the "bad guy". The bad guys are the people who are pushing for this thing to actually replace artists. The bad guys are the hedge fund billionaire man babies behind it. I do think people using AI are helping it get better at stealing though. The support the AI has been given by folks using it has made people behind it more aggressive as well.

But like I said many times before I don't hate AI specifically and if it stops stealing and starts being used more ethically then it's fine (sort of). But I think everyone knows the AI would be nothing without actual artists' work, that's why they're gonna fight for their "right" to keep stealing from us. Wonder who they gonna steal from when most of us abandon art because we'll have to do something else to survive and there won't be time for making art anymore.

I'm really sorry my stance on AI is making it difficult for you to enjoy my art though, I never really thought about that so thank you for making me consider your perspective on this. I'm happy my art has brought you joy. For what it's worth I don't hate you, I don't think using AI is unforgivable, I don't think you're a bad person for using AI and finding joy in it. But as an artist I will never support AI. AI stomps all over everything art stands for, to me at least. It's a travesty. It mocks everything I've been through as a person to get where i am now. There are so many artists i love and seeing their art stolen and used in this way makes me so mad. It's easy to make the issue sound simple by saying "artists are just scared because AI is better" but it's so much more than that.

I'm sorry you feel like you need to take my Aziraphale painting down. I can't help but feel the way i feel though. i hate AI as it is now but that doesn't mean i hate every single person who uses it. I'm sorry though. i wish i had something smarter to say and something to make you feel better :(

#reply #anti ai #long post

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tonio-trussardi-blog · 5 months

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hey i just wanna say ur dedication to and love for tonio is genuinely so inspiring to me in such a way i can't really describe but i love when i see ur blog crop up know that ur really cool

Ohmygooooooood my heart💕🍅 Thank you!!!

Tonio literally changed my life, I've been a fan of them for 2-3 years??? And my love for him won't stop for a long time.

I remember watching part 4 after months of not continuing jojos after the ending of StarDust Crusaders because I was devastated, and a friend told me they were going to watch it too so I continued, and to this day Part 4 is my favorite Part.

The episode that introduced Tonio change the atoms of my body and completely flipped my whole being, this chef has lived rent free inside my head ever since. I loved how at first she looked like another ✨bad guy of the week✨Josuke and Okuyasu had to defeat but then the episode pulls the rug and reveals that no, no bad intentions! Only a man with a big passion for cooking, learning and a want to help others. Who can be very intense but at the same time very happy when one of her customers express how their ailment is gone.

I love how creepy/mysterious he looks but at the same time like the most basic person in the world, I love her simple clothing with the little Ts, I love that we don't know much of them (and if you take Purple Haze Feedback as canon then we get SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL LIKE HELLO???????)

Tonio is practically the perfect character for me to love because I have the tendency to fall for THIS types of characters lol

It's just that in this case that love and dedication hasn't stopped, it hibernated for a week and then it came back punching me in the head. I scout the internet in search of any Tonio related content; fanart, fanfic, figurines, ANYTHING I CAN FIND. I save the fanart I find of him like a dragon with its treasure, but instead of hoarding it I want to share it. (Obviously I don't post the drawings of him because they are not mine, so instead I make silly little edits)

Seeing the support this blog receives always gets me, I can't thank people enough for interacting with this silly blog obsessed over a fictional chef :"D 💕💕💕🍅

(This has gotten pretty long but I wanted to talk about Tonio lol)

#jjba #tonio trussardi #tonio trendy #cassthecringe #ttblog #ask #rambling

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blacky-nikki-art · 1 year

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For Iberis 👀:

4, 7, 13, 38, 43

That's a lot of questions but let's go!

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

Not really. Iberis-3 was a random OC and Young Wolf so it was 'prepared' for me as the gamer. I didn't expect Iberis to slap THAT MUCH. I didn't really care whether he fits or not. My style of storytelling is much different than the canonic one from Destiny 2. More comedy with a lot of sad stuff in life. (The black comedy, I guess). I just keep going, If I disliked something, I just get rid of this but I want to be sure it fits the main story of the game.

I didn't know what I did but it worked. Just some trust in myself in this rare moment.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

Yes, a lot. Usually, the Young Wolf is a character who looks like they forget how to speak but exactly knows how to punch someone's face. Silent OP character.

In the begging Iberis was supposed to have a much different character. More moody, mean shit without reason, who doesn't care about anyone. Boring Edge Lord. Luckily he changes to the current version.

My art style is not really similar to the canon one. I prefer cartoonish/comic style with too expressive faces and body language. Exos in the game are not really expressive (except Cayde cuz he was the only one Exo with eyebrows, srl. But y'know, It was Cayde, the very very special one).

I gave more human behavior to exo - crying, able to be drunk what is said in the lore-books they can't do. Even able to blush. Full realism and being 100% accurate to the canon is not my jam but looks like ppl don't blame and mock me for this so why not use this?

Also, my fake tooths, in my version, Exos have fake teeth 'cause It works better for me than the black whatever is it. So much stylization.

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

4) How easy is it to earn their trust?

It's a hard question. Usually, Iberis doesn't give his trust easily to anyone. His trauma in blueberry years, working with the Vanguards, and being the Famous Young Wolf learn him to not be open to others. But it doesn't mean Ibi cannot give trust someone.

Iberis-3 opens up when he has to deal with too strong emotions for him or he feels really bad and/or overwhelmed. He's very emotional but also he's a master at hiding this.

Also, he's able to give some trust if someone shares the same passion as him. Especially plants but painting and drawing too.

7) What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Definitely his early years on the farm. I don't mean the farm from EDZ but one in the Last City. Iberis-3 in his blueberry years left the tower and he refused to be a guardian but it's a story for another time. The farm was his workplace but also his 1st home. Eddy, his friend let him live here when Iberis was homeless but later Ibi become a part of this family.

In this place, Iberis finally starts to feel accepted and comfortable with himself, that he's something more than an undead warrior where only his combat skills mean something.

This farm was ruined during Red War. Eddy and his family survived this hard time, unlucky except for Eddy's dad who died at the begging attack on the city.

After/During Red War Iberis become the new Young Wolf so it was meant back to his role of guardian. He wasn't able back to Eddy's family. He still misses them but he knows it never be the same now.

13) What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Iberis usually like to wear black, grey, or white t-shirts with prints. He doesn't say no to colorful ones but he can be picky about this. He doesn't like main bright colors.

Did he look good? In my humble opinion yes, but everyone has their own sense of fashion so...

Tricky question.

38) What memory do they revisit the most often?

Actually, there are two.

The 1st one is the death of Cayde. Iberis can't forgive himself because he wasn't able to save Cayde. The consequences are still with him until now (I mean especially Crow, the story for a different time too). Sometimes Iberis is wonder how it would be if Forsaken never happened. Maybe everything would be easier? We never knew the answer.

The 2nd one is related to Forsaken but that's more my story. Iberis after this broke up with Shiro. Both of them had personal problems after what happened in the Prison of Elders. Shiro has pissed off cuz Iberis goes alone to kill all barons and Uldren. Shiro was the last one of the hunter trio and lost many friends so losing the loved one was too much for him. Shiro chooses to be alone than lost another person in his life. He regrets this later.

On the other side, Iberis had to do this. We all know why so I don't think it's necessary to explain. Iberis is still back to these memories if he wanted or not.

Spoiler, not a spoiler. Ibi and Shiro are back to themself in the Season of Splicer. Both idiots had to grow up.

43) If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

One of the biggest enemies in his life. Iberis is not a person who shows his feeling around people, romantic too. You'll almost never see how Iberis and Shiro show their feelings around others.

Iberis is unable to explain why he's gay. It's natural to him if we can use 'natural' when we talk about Exo. It's just the way he is. He likes other men and... That's it.

In his personal opinion asking him why he is gay is rude and nosy. Why do you even care? Usually, when someone asks him about this he just says he's gay and the end of the theme. Thank you, goodbye.

...

I hope I answer everything correctly. Thx for your questions!

#ask #blacky gada #Iberis-3

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furiousocean · 23 days

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I kind of woke up to reality last thursday…

And I felt myself. And realized that for a long time now parts of me have been getting rotting bit by bit, it's different than the anger I felt before, the rage had on one of its hands a desire for changing things, my life, the relationships with the members of my family and on its other: hope, hope that I could make that change happen, that I could make my mother understand me and support who I am, if I could only express myself better, if I just say the right thing. That I could actually maintain a friendship ( I can't even do that online). That my sister would be my sister again….it came with energy and actions…

I'm getting rotten and I don't feel anything anymore, I don't draw, I don't fight, I barelly can do the stupid, easy and silly things that used to bring me joy, I just don't care. There is a cruel indifference where before was a kindness and patience a try for comprehension, understanding and connection.

Last thursday I woke up a little, It took just one of my passions to shine in a new light to wake up the whole rest of my brain again, I'm feeling things… but it's just barelly what it was before, I don't want to be like this, but I don't know how long I'll stay awake this time or how strong is this want of change to battle against all the mess up parts that the decomposition has reached.

I think I'm lost, alone and without direction, Im just floating in a sea of nothingness, but I'm not sad nor terrified and I'm not unfamiliar with this calm waters, this is my home. It would be easier I think if I was scared, if this terrified me and suffocated me, maybe my surival insticts would kick in and I could get to the shore wherever that place is, because the thruth is that if I've ever had a friend who would laugh and do silly things with me I don't remember them and if there was ever a family member who could accept me and guide me, or at least like me it was all a dream, so I don't even know how this shore looks like. I lack connections in my life, I've failed in the most human experience, I craved it so much, I looked for it without knowing I was far away lost at sea… without even kowing... I dumbly tried to run when I should have been swiming assuming I was just like the others on the sand. Then I cried, fighted and finally learned to swim, so I swam, I tried to reach the shore without realizing I was just swiming in circles, I think sometimes I really drowned myself, parts of me maybe did die, maybe that's why I am rotten, what happens now? can I save myself? even tho I know how to swim I don't know where the shore is, I still don't know how to get there, maybe that isn't an option for me, I don't believe in destiny, but maybe destiny does exist, maybe my destiny is just to keep floating here… But then I wake up and I think…I don't want to be here…but if I swim I will start to drown again and i'll have more rotten parts than intact parts of myself, and this intact parts are so few… that if try and fail once again then I know I will be just a rotten body devoid of life and at the end I'll end up falling at sleep again.

#personal #I need to start therapy again #maybe I'm still a little drunk from yesterday #Listening to music right now I haven't done that in a while #journaling on tumblr because why not #fuck my english but if I write in spanish i'll die

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thedragonflycluster · 1 year

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I love looking at old digital art I made when I had a laptop to draw on, but it makes me sad because I can't do it anymore. At least for now, until I can afford to get a new one and a drawing tablet to boot. It's been hard to deal with the fact that I haven't been able to engage in such an integral special interest for so long; it really is major form of emotional and mental regulation for myself and some of the others in sys. I haven't coped the same in this past year because of it. I still sometimes kick myself for not being able to grab the laptop and tablet I had to leave behind when we fled our abusers even though I had no other choice.

It might sound silly or like I'm addicted to tech but I have such a deep passion for digital illustration and have since I was 12 years old. Despite all my past issues and battles with mental illness and what I was put through I was almost always capable of sitting down to make a digital piece. It saved me a lot of times from dangerous coping skills. So it's something I've held close to me for a good chunk of my life.

I don't say it to make people feel bad for me. But it does make me realize how important special interests are in making people feel ok and how it can encourage healthy regulation skills. It's also why I'm so adamant to be against orgs like AS because they want to stop neurodivergent and Autistic folk from expressing behaviors that literally keep people alive and functioning. ☘️

#o.c #text post #disability #mental health #actually autistic #autistic adult #special interest

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #2 [Genshin Impact/Albedo x Reader]

Synopsis: "The alchemist who relished in his gifts only to fall from grace."

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Diluc’s despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death and psychological horror (correct me if otherwise)

(A/n): I decided to take a slightly different approach this time. Regardless, it’s still killing my heart TwT.

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Out of the many wonders of Teyvat, one thing Albedo loved most was how you were so different from him.

Difference ties to the unknown, one that must be discovered. He was drawn to you the first time he had laid his eyes upon your form standing at the heights of Mondstadt's cathedral. The Sisters scolded you from below, but all you did was reply with a wink amidst their chaos before soaring into the skies and letting the wind carry your glider. Reckless they said. For him, your recklessness was intriguing.

As the sun's light blinded his vision, everything he saw seemed like a glass barrier. For the ground was where he thrived and chalk was his core, it became the basis of Albedo's very existence. Even the geo Archon granted him a Vision of the same element to affirm his identity. The earth will forever be attached to his feet as he will keep on his stride until every last truth of Teyvat have all been realized. You, on the other hand, hailed from a place where he couldn't quite reach. What lies beyond this glass ceiling? Albedo found himself gradually holding onto a string of curiosities, a string he could touch but was not able to feel.

'Interesting,' he thought quietly, while the breeze slip between the fingers of his outstretched hand.

He was a character of logic, possessing sharp eyes that could pierce through the depths of the most complex formulas and a mind to predict their outcomes- as long as alchemy was still related. All impossibilities thrown in his way only paved a path for him to become the well known genius he was now. Whether it was alchemy or investigations with the Knights of Favonius, Albedo never failed to deliver the answers. But despite it all, he always found himself endlessly contemplating over things that were considered intangible. He wonders why you smile when there was nothing to laugh about. How could you tell between the complexities of the human heart? Albedo can't seem to put a finger on it.

'Why? What drives you? What are you thinking?'

The Chief Alchemist couldn't resist being fascinated by your unpredictability. It reels him in similar to a fish being baited out of the waters. However, unlike those creatures, Albedo only tightened his grip on the strings as if they were a lifeline, determined to find out what they truly felt like to the touch.

"I can't really say it's much of an answer," you hummed, clasping both hands behind your back before declaring with a grin, "To put it simply, you just gotta follow your heart."

'Follow your heart...' What does it mean to follow your heart?

"I'm afraid I still don't understand," he replied in a thoughtful manner. The statement never really resonated with him and it certainly weren't the words his Master taught when he was in the early stages of being created, "But it does suit you very much."

"Really? But still bring your head with you," a playful laugh escapes and you add while pointing a finger, "At least, it's what everyone tells me these days."

"Hm," Albedo then affirms with a nod, "I can definitely see why they would tell you that."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

The days go by and his repetitious march towards the truth remains the same. However, there was never a dull moment when you were at his side. Perhaps that was the reason why Albedo became so attracted to your aura. The way you'd follow around his experiments, eyes so full of enthusiasm at every step of the activity. Sometimes the events can get a little too out of hand in which he needs to step in and save you from getting stuck in slime condensates...constantly. Albedo grew fond of your childlike excitement even when you weren't entirely sure what was going on. He normally distanced himself from socializing as it never sparked his interest. Frankly, he was too much of a genius for mundane conversations. Your presence was rather refreshing in this case. You were an oddball, just like him, and for once the alchemist felt like he didn't need to place that glass barrier between the two worlds.

"You seem to be in a very good mood today Mister Albedo."

He was a man of subtle expressions yet anyone could notice the small gleam in his eyes whenever he saw you walking in the hallway. Sucrose often remarked with a giggle after she noticed her teacher holding his documents upside down. But who could blame him? Joy, fun, laughter. He was able to experience those emotions all because of you; his beloved. You were the colour to his canvas and the meaning to his flower. You were a force of nature. Like a warm breeze gracing upon the terrestrial lands, you move him.

Thump- thump- thump-

Strings around his world began to weave one whole picture while they also tugged inside his chest. God had finally blown the breath of life into mankind's body, it was only a matter of time before Albedo came to follow his heart too.

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"Alright, just one more detail aaaaand done!"

You gave a small tap using the tip of your pencil and leaned back to examine your artwork.

Masterpiece!

On days when Katheryne had no commissions assigned to the guild, Albedo would accompany you to the Whispering Woods and conduct his sketches there instead. He was aware of the discomfort Dragonspine brought as the temperature wasn't ideal for anyone except for him. You eventually learned that your lover was not only intelligently different from the rest but physically too. Albedo, aside from the Cavalry Captain, was mysterious in his own way. He was hard to read yet never came off as intimidating, no one knew of his origins nor they knew how he came to Mondstadt. You wondered why someone like him would have wanted to get involved with your shenanigans. Rosaria often gave warnings regarding the alchemist's 'hidden intentions' in which you'd roll your eyes in response. The Albedo you knew was far from that. He was a big brother to Klee, a man passionate about his work, he was the one golden star among the many silvers in your sky. He was your lover.

My Albedo.

Brushing a hand upon the drawing you made of him, you glided down the lines of his cheek before resting your finger on the mark by his neck. You gazed at it with fondness. Truly a masterpiece indeed.

"You do realize I'm still here?"

The paper nearly flies out of your grasp and you snatched it back to your chest, "HUH A-ALBEDO, WHEN DID YOU APPEAR???"

"I was with you the whole time," he states. The corner of his lip tug upward ever so slightly, "You said you wanted to sketch me."

"A-Ahahaha, so I did," you reply while scratching your head bashfully. 'I thought I was looking at a sculpture!!' You rushed to cover your face with the sheet. It wasn't that you forgot he was there, rather, you forgot he was still a living and breathing specimen who just witnessed your little serenade. As Lisa had once said, Albedo was easy on the eyes. His graceful features made him seem almost like an oil painting that could only be found in halls of the most prestigious households. You made sure to capture everything, every detail, every curve just like he had done with your portraits. Only now you noticed the sun already began its descent below the lakeside, dusting the landscape with hints of bright orange as it marked the day's end. If only time could slow down. But duty calls upon your next journey and there was no telling when you'd return. At the very least, a simple portrait would suffice to fill in the temporary gap of his absence.

"Can I see it?"

You glanced his direction while keeping the drawing close to your nose, "Are you sure about that? It might not be up to your expectations."

"I'm sure," Albedo affirms with a straight countenance, "I can already tell you've put a great amount of effort, otherwise you wouldn't have taken this long."

"Yeeaahh I kinda lost track of time. I guess it's only fair that you get to see the finished product," you say and shoved the drawing in front of him, "Tada! I present to you, my masterpiece!"

Albedo takes it out of your grasp and you watched the way his eyes expanded upon sight.

"Well? Whaddya think?"

Words could not describe the mixture of emotions that erupted within him. Was it distinguishable or abstract? Albedo spent his time pondering between the two answers as he examined the drawing closely. Despite the lines being slightly jagged and the unevenness in the placement of his eyes, he managed to make the shape of the entire image you were trying to convey. Perhaps it was all thanks to his well trained artistic vision which gave him the ability to do so. Or maybe he was simply biased. But there wasn't a shred of doubt that this was indeed your craftsmanship.

"You even added flowers in the background," he pointed out with amusement.

"It's the thing you make when using your elemental burst, I couldn't fit your hand in the picture so I decided to put it somewhere empty," you informed, "Out of everything, that one took me the longest."

"And the rabbits?"

"They resemble Klee's bombs!"

He lets out a chuckle, "I see."

Albedo kept his attention downward until he was mindlessly staring at the paper in hand. This was a memory made to be carried as you moved on to your next journey and it saddens him that he could not accompany you. If only time slowed down. Albedo wanted to hold onto the memory forever, because he knew once he gave it back, he wouldn't be able to see you for an uncertain amount of time.

"Do you really have to go?"

His voice was barely above a whisper. Guilt crept into your heart and you gingerly layed your fingers on his gloved ones, bringing down the paper that blocked his face. A pair of teal orbs held a reflection of your image as the sun's rays casted from the side. You returned it with a reassuring grin, hoping to soothe his worries somehow, "I just need to pay a visit to my father since he's been very sick lately. I'll be fine, so don't worry too much okay?"

Albedo turns over his palm and gave your hand a squeeze, "How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure but it will be a while. Snezhnaya is pretty far so..." you trailed off, "But my time in Mondstadt, with Klee and with you, I will never forget! I won't even if I tried."

When you were met with no answer, a breeze came in to fill the melancholic silence. He too will not forget and he would ensure that it was the same for you. Slowly, Albedo brought your hand up, past the center of his heart all the way to cupping his cheek. He allowed himself to indulge in your warmth, tangling the strands of his hair with your fingers while closing his eyes. Sweet flowers. You always carried the smell of sweet flowers.

"Albedo?" You gawked, "What's the matter?"

"...There are certain aspects where drawings can't imitate," he says, grip tightening ever so slightly, "How I feel against your skin, the shape of my jaw, your warmth radiating with my own. These are the things I want you to remember."

Breath leaves your slightly parted mouth. It was unfair how straightforward Albedo could be when showing his affection. Doing as he pleases without anyone's approval to the point it would even catch you off guard since he often absorbed himself in the arts of alchemy. But during times when Albedo did choose to express his feelings, you knew they came from a place of pure genuinity. The thought made it hard for you to tear away from him, "Did you ever find out what the strings felt like then?"

Albedo returns his gaze, long golden lashes hovering them as he smiles softly, "...I have."

As he began to reveal his stories, the dusk sky continued to flare across the landscape with colours of passion. Red, it was the thread that had led him to you, the same string that weaved him together as a whole. Albedo lays a kiss atop of your pinky, there was a reason why Mondstadtians called him the Chalk Prince. You didn't know the intention behind his sudden affection but he knew. It was a promise, one to ensure that the thread would also have you return safely back into his arms.

Oh how he hated the colour red.

"Al...bedo..."

With speed he never knew he had, Albedo scoops you into his embrace and held you close. How did everything happen so fast? He curses his mind as it proceeds to scan your injuries, drawing a conclusion where he wished to be wrong for once:

You were beyond help.

"Ah..haha..." you managed to laugh through bitter tears, "You don't have to say it. I know."

His breath hitches, trying to make sense of the feeling that was slowly tearing him apart from the inside. It's not real. Of course it wasn't, it couldn't be. What other possible answer was there to explain the numbness stinging his fingers? The reason for his shaking? Everything felt so cold. Your body hardly registered to his to touch, you were losing so much blood. You were losing. He was going to lose you.

"No," Albedo shakes his head, "We still have time. I'll go find help."

Please, hold on.

He forced himself to think. The ruin hunter ran off shortly after it had ambushed you, by now the Knights would eventually noticed and apprehended it on sight. They couldn't be too far. All he needed was to carry you back to safety and everyone can go home. Albedo darted his eyes all over the place, breaths becoming shallower with each passing second. Where? Where to go? Which route was best to not overexert your wounds? Think. Think. Think. Why couldn't he think?

"A..." You watched him in your helpless state. Every part of you throbbed with pain but it pains you even more to see the renowned genius who stood atop the pedestal of elegance and grace so utterly, undoubtedly lost. This was not the goodbye you wanted, though death already had you tight in their grasps. Not yet. Using the last particle of your strength, you tried to stay alive as long as possible. Just a little bit more time.

Albedo freezes when a trembling hand extends itself to cup around his cheek. Every single thought he had in mind vanished and was replaced by a loud ring resonating in his ears. Dreadfully, mechanically, he turns his attention to where you lay.

"Don't cry," you whisper, "I love you, don't cry- okay?"

Albedo grimaces, shutting his eyes closed as he allows the pent up sadness to flow out of him completely, "I can't," he said in a shaky voice, "Please. Stay."

"I'm sorry," Your vision blurs and he hugs you even more. Drawing your final breath, you relay your most cherished words through a broken smile, "But no matter w-where I go...I won't for..ge.."

The moment your hand fell, Albedo finally understood the difference between death and loss.

It was...suffocating. Having the air trapped in his throat, begging to release yet it hurts to speak. The never ending stabs that pulsed within his veins rushed forth like the scraping blizzard of Dragonspine until his whole body lost all its senses. The world was shattering. He could no longer feel your weight. He could no longer feel.

(Y/n).

Albedo glances at his blood stained fingers where the thread had been severed, wide eyes drowning in sorrow. What a horrible feeling. Was this a warning sent by the gods? For stepping into the boundaries of knowing too much? Ah the curse of knowledge man must bear when eating the temptatious fruit. It was the result of choosing to love you. With life, death is inevitable and with love, it will eventually bring pain. Everything had a price to pay and as an alchemist, Albedo knew that better than anyone.

"...Meaningless..."

But he refused to accept it.

Cradling your corpse, he leans in and places a kiss on your forehead, lips quivering as they lingered for a second too long before gathering the strength to stand back on his feet. Nothing will stop the alchemist from reuniting with you. If the laws wished to take you away from him then he will use everything in his power to fight against those laws.

"This is not goodbye..." Albedo said to the sleeping girl, "And it will never be."

When the sun sinks below the plains and the stars lose their light, the sky had been replaced with a palette of darkness. It was time to go home.

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"Have you all heard about the rumours?"

A group of knights gather in the corner as they whisper about. Sucrose stops on her tracks and hides behind a wall, clutching the book close to her chest in an attempt to stay hidden.

"Another criminal disappeared from the dungeons? Crazy..."

"More like creepy. I was told that place might be haunted by some dead prisoner's ghost. Even the Church is hopping onto this case."

"Well I hope it doesn't get any worse. So many of us started going on night patrols..."

Their voices faded out of range as the anemo user backtracks her steps carefully. Several months passed since the news of mysterious kidnappings have been announced to the public. Rumours of their whereabouts swirled around the city and much to her discomfort, Sucrose happened to catch every single one of them. There couldn't possibly be evil spirits lurking in the Favonious Headquarters right? She silently shrieks at the thought, shaking her head furiously to stop her mind from going too deep. No, I have to find him. Without wasting another minute, the anemo user sprinted towards the stairs all the way up to the second floor before stopping directly in front of her teacher's office. Despite the adrenaline that occured at the same time, she made sure to knock.

No answer.

"Strange, he told me he would be here today..." Sucrose muttered to herself. But suddenly she heard the sound of objects shifting from the otherside, signaling that there was indeed someone occupying the room. Without realizing, she held her breath out of anticipation.

"Come in."

The door creaks as she opens them, giving her enough space to slip between the gap, "Mister Albedo?"

"You're early today," The Chief Alchemist noted from his desk, "Is there something the matter?"

"Y-You mean you don't know? There was just another case about a person disappearing from the dungeons," Her tone became more frantic as she rambled to herself, "The kidnapper never leaves a trace and no one knows how they were able to get out. Even when we ask the guards what happened, they can't seem to remember as if...as if someone casted a spell on them!"

"A spell?" He inquires, "I suppose that could be a possibility."

"I think so too. I-It's the only explanation that makes sense! I mean...ghosts don't exist after all," Sucrose nervously looks down at her shoes while giving her book a squeeze, "But why? Who could be capable of such advanced techniques? No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to understand their intentions."

"...Yes. It is a very strange occurrence indeed."

Noticing her teacher's withdrawn attitude, Sucrose couldn't help but feel flustered at her own behaviour, "Ah my apologies Mister Albedo, I didn't mean to go off track. Have there been any progress on the investigations so far?"

Albedo briefly glanced at the various documents splayed across his table. His reputation as an incredibly intelligent individual had reached far and wide through Mondstadt. This led to the authorities requesting his assistance regarding the recent matters, despite him specializing in the alchemical field, he was also the Captain of their Investigation Team. Although, Albedo detested partaking in things he deemed irrelevant to his research;

"I'm afraid I would need more evidence to draw a conclusion."

"Eh? You still need more?"

He could not deny that the given authoritative position had provided much benefits to his own accord.

"My expertise lies in the subject of alchemy," Albedo reasoned and proceeds to intertwine his fingers in front of his mouth, "Humans on the other hand, are very unpredictable in nature. Even the essence of their existence is hard to obtain."

"Essence of their existence?" Sucrose repeated softly. She wanted to ask what he meant but the blank expression was evident enough to signal his impatience. At least, that was what she thought, "Nevermind! I have something that might help," taking out a slip from her textbook, she handed it to him, "It's the report Captain Kaeya gave me. He said that the culprit might be a traitor coming from the Knights of Favonius."

He narrows his eyes.

"I-I think he might be right! Just think about it, we haven't found anything at all for the past few months but when we do, I sometimes feel like we're just running in circles...oh what if it's becau-"

"Sucrose."

"Y-Yes?!"

Albedo calmly looks at the flustered girl, not realizing how sharp his tone was, "You're overthinking again. Perhaps it's best that you take this day off."

"But I came here to help," she insisted, "I know it hurts to lose someone you love! Don't you understand that we're all worried about you? And Klee, she..."

"..."

"Please Mister Albedo, if there's anything I could do-"

"No need," he cuts her off once again, "Your stress levels are too high. We can't go any further if you continue to act like this."

"Oh," her ruby eyes casted to the side, "I understand..."

"Good. Now, if you would excuse me," Albedo bid her farewell and watched as the door clicked behind her, observing every detail until he was sure that the absolute silence had returned. He picks up Kaeya's document. Such remarkable handwriting. But of course, appearances are only meant to be displayed on the surface for the Captain was a sly man, wearing a mask to shield what lies underneath. Just like his letter, they were full of innuendos and condensed meanings, orchestrated together until the truth spoke loudly to Albedo himself.

"So, that's what he thinks."

Perhaps the alchemist should have been a little more discreet.

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There was a certain place in Dragonspine that no one dared to enter. But those who have, they never return.

"Hm, no response. Now as for the next step..."

And he was the reason why.

Taking the sword out of the transmutation circle, Albedo turned to the snowy hill nearby and activated his alchemy. A small portion of it dissipates, revealing a trench that went so deep underground that even warmth couldn't outplay the sheer cold. It was the perfect hiding place for the evidence to lay out of sight and an environment where only he could handle. The alchemist tossed the leftover along with the others before exiting quietly, summoning back the ice to bury his victims once again. Another day, another experiment, another stain goes to his title. The path he walked upon was one littered with corpses and the sins he committed. But despite the bones crunching beneath his feet and the weight of the dead hanging on his shoulders, the alchemist was numb to it all. Like an entity floating in space with nothing to hold, he became unable to feel.

"I'm back," When reaching the center of Starglow Cavern, Albedo puts his hand on the icicle and caressed it's hard cold surface, "Did you sleep well?"

The girl did not respond. Her eyes were closed and her skin was as young as ever. She was frozen in time.

"You must have."

Albedo felt the sword beginning to shake in his grasp as it resonated with his energy. Dust particles emitted from the hilt and slowly made their climb to the side of his arm. Still, Albedo's attention did not waver, "To this day, I've been thinking about what you told me the first time we met."

"..."

"Follow your heart. I couldn't understand it at first but after being around your presence, I believe I can finally recognize what that term means."

He closes his eyes as he envisioned your lively form running across the landscape. Albedo, Albedo! The sound of his name was mixed with your laughter while Klee came into the scene and caught the dandelions with you. A content smile formed on his countenance as he watched from afar, even if it was just a memory, "It's everything. The breakfast we ate together, to the nights spent camping outside, and the silly moments we shared, they bring all these colours that I never knew existed."

"..."

Albedo curls his fingers against the ice as he continues to lament, "Perhaps that's why I began noticing the strings around me. The closer I was to answer, the more I felt it was necessary to discover what they are. All this time, you were the answer I was searching for," Moist begins to build up in his eyes but they freeze up once reaching the corners. How cruel. Despite what he went through, he wasn't even granted the liberty to cry, "Because with you, I'm able to feel them."

He wonders what you would think if you saw him right now. Albedo peers at his reflection casted on the crystalline surface, the frame of his face had been decorated with streaks of purple and red, spreading out like tree branches as they both fought for dominance. The teal coloured orbs you once adored were beginning to transform to a colour that reminded him of his darkest days. This was Albedo's true nature- a monster, a being that wasn't human, the essence in which you never had the chance to see.

"I know I may not be the same as I was before," he added, "But if that is what it takes to follow your heart, will you let me feel the strings again?"

Would you still love me the same?

"..."

"If so, then please understand my actions," Albedo takes a step back as he held out the sword in front of him. At last, the preparations have finally been completed. He plunges the blade to the ground with full force and the surrounding area begins to shake under the power accumulated through many, intentional sacrifices. To revive the dead was a forbidden art as it came with heavy consequences. If it weren't for Albedo's talent and quick wit, the process would have consumed him long before executing the last stage. He winces, the pain was excruciating. It was hard for him to ignore the sound of his skin cracking below his ears and all the way to his nose as they fall off in the shape of small rock-like chunks. Everything hurt so much that even death sounded like a sweet dream but Albedo couldn't afford to give up. He had already come this far, his hands completely washed with sin and his reputation already broken beyond repair, Albedo had nowhere else to go. This was his last destination.

"Soon-" he pants between choked breaths. Soon your eyes will open. He could drown in your embrace, one that was warm and not cold. Soon he will be able revive those cherished memories from a frozen past. It was all he could think of right now. Your existence was the reason why a part of him felt whole and your death made him realize how painful it was to tear away those pieces. Albedo refused to let go of those pieces, they had already become a part of him. And if this path ended up tearing him even more, then so be it.

"I should have stopped you the moment you were born."

The intruder snapped him awake and he swung around to where they stood. But before Albedo could make out who it was, they lunged past him with incredible speed, kicking the sword off the ground while severing his two arms once and for all. They flew to the side, blood dyed purple trickling from the edges of his joint as he struggled to stay upright.

"Dains...leif..."

Dainsleif watched the alchemist fall onto his back as the light around him slowly faded away. He turned his gaze to where the objective was and noticed a girl encased within the ice. The man sighs out of relief when she shows no signs of life, he came just in time, "So this is how it ends."

Albedo weakly stared at the blonde man. He attempted to say something but the blood caught in his mouth prevented him from that.

"Save your breath, you won't be having any," Dainsleif remarks in a cold manner and glared at his bloodied form, "The renowned Chief Alchemist of Mondstadt and an important member of Ordo Favonious. Hmph, what an interesting turn of events. Out of everyone, I never thought you were the type to act so foolish."

Foolish...what a foreign name to be called as. He never heard anyone tell him he was foolish.

"Truly a pity," With a flick of a wrist, Dainsleif brought his sword to Albedo's neck. It was unbelievable how he had the endurance to go through all that pain while still breathing at this point but what is there to be expected from a monster? "Remember that all actions have consequences."

The alchemist watched as his life flashed before him, the weight of his sins had finally caught up. He had always seen the world as a platform for his objectives and results were merely a natural cause after attempting many experiments. But death as a consequences was an unbearble realization upon his final moments. He abandoned his title, his pupil and his dearest sister. In the end, he was still unable to fulfill his duty.

"I just..." Albedo mumbled, his words slurring together, "wanted..."

As the ashes turn to ashes and dust becomes dust, chalk returns to the earth, forever yearning a place that can never be reached.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #genshin impact albedo #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #nya-writes #dainsleif #genshin impact dainsleif #sucrose

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slasherkisss · 3 years

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Hiii, I hope you're doing alright and taking care of yourself! 🌸🤗

I'm new to your blog, but you got me so /hooked/ *wink wink.

May I request a Slasher or DBD match up, please? Preferably male ♡

I'm an ambitious Vet student who's pursuing her dreams since kindergarden of saving animals, and working at the clinic as often as I can find spare time from Uni, and it's the most fulfilling thing I've ever done, along with travelling to different countries and admiring the sceneries, learning about new languages, cultures, people and histories.

I appear intimidating and cold at first because I'm quiet and have a resting bitch face...People literally said they were too scared to come talk to me 'cause my face is serious and my eyes look intimidatingly exhausted and done with life, but honestly, I'm just a shy introvert who's a chill mum friend once you befriend me, and I never raise my voice or gesticulate in any way that may seem aggressive or anything.

I range between overworking myself and barely doing nothing, thanks to my constantly working mental illnesses, but I never complain and try to keep everything bottled up and hidden under a tight wrap, until I can't hold it anymore and need a few alone days to recover.

I have a hard time expressing my feelings, so I often appear emotionless, but that's because whenever I tried, I got pushed away, so I stopped bothering people, so it takes a while to get used to someone and warm up enough to speak from the heart and genuinely.

I'm usually passive about most things, I don't interfere in other's business, the most I do is give advice to people I care about, and I am a shoulder to cry on, but if you keep complaining and do nothing to help yourself, and I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall, I will completely stop bothering and I'll just let you be with your auto-destructive tendencies. Oops. 🤷🏻‍♀️

My interests are pretty common, ranging from horse-riding, to reading fantasy and detective/mistery books, writing fanfics, drawing my OCs and whatever characters I love, travelling, walking through the forest and listening to the sound of nature, binge-watching fantasy/adventure/detective/slasher series, camping, being outside in the nature, especially hiking in the mountains for hours and taking pics from high up the peaks, and playing video games.

I'm really sorry it's so long, you don't have to do it, but even so, thank you so much for taking the time to read through this, and honestly thank YOU for having a blog that focuses on slashers, they are so rare, but yours is a blessing 💖

Take care and be well! 🤗🌸

[Aww I hope you enjoy your stay here! I’m still picking up where I left off but I hope it’s fun to read still haha]

I ship you with...

DANNY JOHNSON/THE GHOSTFACE

I think Danny would be really good for you in that he fills out a lot of things you may not particularly be! He doesn’t get put off by any resting bitch face (if anything he’s just going to comment on it and find it hilarious) and is super good at running his mouth. His talking can make way for a lot of passionate discussions and shared interests when you have moments together. He shares your enjoyment of binging slasher series, talking about movie points, and playing video games (probably). Likewise, the dude knows what he wants and knows how to get it, so his direct nature can meld with your passive one pretty evenly. Even if his direct nature usually involves murder, but, you know.

Other possible ships: Bo Sinclair, Frank Morrison/The Legion

#Anonymous #ask #matchup #dbd ghostface #danny johnson #jed olson #danny 'jed olson' johnson

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mistaeq · 3 years

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I'd like to request a part 6 matchup then please 👀 I'm a scorpio, INFP, bisexual, usually quiet, bizarre gen z sense of humor, big savior complex haha oops, I struggle with depression and I love drawing, listening to music and writing ofc. I get anxious in big crowds so I tend to avoid them, or if I can't avoid them then I just hide behind the person I trust. Thx bby ❤️

Matchup

TW // depression is mentioned

Thank you for your request, Memory !! Hope you will enjoy this. Finally back with matchups ~♡

Stone Ocean Matchup

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My first matchup choice for you is...

Narciso Anasui!

When you first met, in Emporio's hidden room, Anasui asked himself how could such a quiet person like you be in jail. He genuinely couldn't get it. Narciso doesn't like too talkative people, since he moves, acts and listens to others for his own interests only. But your behavior really caught his attention. Someway maybe more than Kujo Jolyne did.

Since the first time he met anyone, that person would ask questions about his life, his mistakes, about the crime he had committed to be there. And he just didn't like it. That is why, the man had asked Emporio - or Weather Report - to be the one to inform people about his past before people asked him directly. But everyone always ended up asking him for more details. How annoying. You didn't, by the way.

Much to his surprise, though, you know how to me loud and chaotic too, above all when you and Foo Fighters laugh together over memes. He took a look at those too, just for the sake of knowing what you like. Might it be just because he knew that you were the one liking them, even if those memes were not his thing, he'll admit he's let out a couple giggles, looking through those along with you and F.F.

After he got to know you, it looked like Jolyne had completely slipped and gone away from his mind. Much to her happiness, to be honest. Narciso's undesired avances were on the verge of making her go completely feral. "It looks like it's your time to get his marriage proposals, Memory..." Kujo chirped, laughing at your shocked expression when she talked about marriage proposals.

Did you say savior complex? Narciso definitely cherishes this side of you. He's in love with the way you're always in the first row, when it comes to helping someone who needs your help. He even got the occasion to save you as well, when you happened to put yourself in trouble because of your will to absolutely help someone.

This exaggerated - but not negative at all - obsession about you made him wanna start to get all worried about everyone as well. Emporio always told you, Anasui never helped anyone, unless it regarded him or was for his own profit. You told him not to force himself over a behavior which didn't belong to him, since just like you do, he might have ended up in plenty of troubles. But he just wanted to conquer your heart.

Nobody would have dared to bet a single coin on it, but Narciso Anasui is an actual cheesy man, when he's infatuated for someone, who happens to be you. He won't even let depression get to you, the pink haired man is so ready to fight against it for you. In every hobby and passion of yours, you'll find him supporting you and complimenting your job.

This guy fucking loves reading. Please, don't be afraid to ask suggestions or opinions to him, when you're writing something and need someone to read it to comment it and maybe give you some tips. He didn't have many hobbies or things to do in prison, so he used to stick to reading books and letting his fantasy fly outside of the GD St. Jail. Plus we all know one if his all time favourite characters is Mickey... he's a hidden child.

He's never gonna bring you into crowded places, and even if he doesn't judge a place as "crowded", he's gonna ask you first anyway. The last thing Narciso wants is making you feel bad for a decision of his. He wouldn't forgive himself for such a thing. The man learnt to pay attention to your expressions of discomfort, and knows when he has to help you.

He doesn't like it, when he has to do it, because it means you're not feeling well, but he won't hide he feels pretty lucky, when you hide behind him, since it means that you really trust him. Don't tell anyone, but Jolyne and Foo Fighter overheard him bragging about this to an annoyed Weather Report, who just wanted to sleep and had to listen to Anasui's half-an-hour-long essay about you, instead.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Hermés Costello!

Hermés has been having a crush on you, a pretty strong one, for a good amount of time by now, but the thought of you probably not liking girls was haunting her, and she had no idea of what to do to not to make it awkward. She looked for Jolyne, to ask her for an opinion... and overheard you right in the act of revealing your bisexuality to your best friend. Lucky! She started to hang around you more, after that day.

The truth is, that Costello usually laughs over the bizarre gen Z type of memes, but just doesn't want to admit it. She's naturally calmer than you, or for example Foo Fighters, so she thinks that laughing over those might make her menacing woman façade disappear. She doesn't know whether it might be easier to conquer you by being serious and mysterious or by laughing with you.

When she finally chose to confess, she did it in the most cliché way ever. She just didn't know how to do it. She left a note with a confession in your prison cell, and waited for a reaction from you. If it was positive, then, good for her, she would have been able to love you. If it was negative, she would have made up an excuse to make you believe the note was just one of Jojo and F.F.'s pranks. Luckily, you accepted.

Good thing you have such a savior complex, because Hermés tends to constantly put herself in an ocean of troubles, and will definitely need someone to save her everytime, along with Jolyne and Foo Fighters. If it wasn't for you questioning where she is everytime, she probably would have died after not even a week. But luckily, she has such a good girlfriend thinking about her when she needs it.

Depression? Say no more. Your girlfriend will never leave your side on days when you feel it kicking in more than usual. It's true, you can't do much in prison, but the woman keeps on promising you that once you'll be out of there, she'll bring you to lots of new places to explore, wherever you'd like, to take care of your sadness and bad feelings. Damn, finding love in prison is wild.

She sometimes uses Kiss to duplicate herself and be able to take care of you, above all when you're feeling down and needs something to cheer you up. Two Hermés aren't just perfect for cuddling, but also to have fun, since it's comic to see her twice. Though, you tend to ask her to not to do it often, since going back to a single one after Kiss's effect ends, is sometimes painful for Hermés and you're aware of it.

"Yo, Memory... is that possibly... me?" Costello asked, staring at the drawing you were working on, sitting in your prison cell, the sketchbook on your thighs. You nodded, smiling. You enjoyed sketching her, she was like art to you, and couldn't help loving her body and facial featured. "This is fucking amazing. For real Memory." she sat next to you, and kept on staring at your drawing. "Am I that beautiful in your eyes?"

Oh god. Jolyne and Foo Fighters mock the two of you so much because of your habits. Hermés and you often happen to fall asleep, your head on her shoulder and her head on yours, while you're sharing earphones and listen to your favourite music. Such things aren't really appreciated in the middle of the girls in your prison section, so Emporio allows you and your girlfriend to rest in his hidden room.

Hermés doesn't mind big crowds, but she can't say she enjoys them. She'd rather be in peace, or at least with a bunch of people she enjoys staying with, like you, Jolyne and Foo Fighters. The four of you are like a squad, and perfectly know that they have to keep you away from big crowds. Your girlfriend usually take care of it, but if she's not around, Jojo and F.F. do it for her.

Even without you asking for it, if you can't avoid the crowd, Costello will grab your hand, to make sure you don't get lost or panic because of all the people, and pull you through the confusion of the noisy voices, to a place where the two - or four, depends on whether your friends are there too - of you can spend some quality time without having to worry about protecting you from crowds.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo matchup #jojo headcanons #jojo part six #stone ocean #narciso anasui #anasui x reader #hermes costello #hermes x reader

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mariposodtla · 3 years

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My therapist recently told me I've graduated

from most of the mental health world. I've minimized

my treatment to therapy and prescribed psych

meds. According to him, I'm not an "acute case"

and he doesn't have to pull teeth to have successful

therapy sessions with me.

That's not to say I won't keep my therapist on hand

and continue taking my meds for maintenance

and prevention of potential episodes, symptoms,

crises, etc. But I've also implemented other groups

that are not "mental health" oriented, but are still

conducive to personal growth.

I don't feel I've lost time to my mental health issues,

but on the contrary, my mental health has introduced me to perceptions of the world and ways of approaching my life I'd probably be lost without.

However, I'd like to reach beyond the mental health

world as I continue growing as a person. I can draw

from the mental health system and other facets of life as personal gain in terms of personal growth.

I may not have been content with where my mental health, and therefore who I was, was even just a few years ago, but one of the many things I've learned is I control who I become while I balance having my issues.

So with a newfound appreciation of the silver

linings of my past, my mental health issues,

and how they've both propelled me to be able

truly have an independent passion for living, I'm "graduating from the mental health world"

but reconciling it with where and who I turn

to for new growing experiences.

"Graduating Crazy (Smile For A World I Clearly See)"

(Daniel Garcia)

Writing prose in a voluntary psych ward

I didn't know where muse would take me towards

I took under my wing wounded birds

Who wallowed too much to see my wing's worth

I can't advocate for a whole system beyond repair

But my disease having full control is a little unfair

Now I can land safely when I'm like a kite

My mind can disconnect dots

but still know a whole sky

I'll always need a little maintenance

Even without being struck down by acuteness

I'll take from the tunnel that saw me through

Where my life was carried through

and my mind sees truth

With my head in dehabilitating clouds

Of past storms that can't return

But a story always has an antagonist to figure out

Now heads hide and look down around me

Without knowing how clouded sickness earns

A smile for the world I now clearly see

The only love that consumes me entirely

Is my love for nature I can fully take in finally

With justice for my breath nothing can revoke again

I don't plan my end when each day

is a chance for reinvention

I don't think I'm fully grown up yet

You can call me the child to regret

But when I've risen each day with one less symptom

Each day seems like it's decorated

with unicorns and prisms

I'll always need a little maintenance

To balance myself amidst beauty's excess

I'll save treasures from the tunnel I just got through

Looking back, I see there's always brand new truth

With my head in dehabilitating clouds

Of past storms that can't return

But a story always has an antagonist to figure out

Now heads hide and look down around me

Without knowing how clouded sickness earns

A smile for the world I now clearly see

Now I can see that all my loves

Could be here if they searched their souls

One called me a polar dove

I'm a pheonix exceeding his comprehension's hold

And most lovers only knew anger

As a way to express their rainbow colored souls

And they found me in frenzying hunger

Cuz my clouds still had me in their hold

With my head in dehabilitating clouds

Of past storms that can't return

But a story always has an antagonist to figure out

Now heads hide and look down around me

Without knowing how clouded sickness earns

A smile for the world I now clearly see.

#gay poets society #poem #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #writers on tumblr #writing #gay poetry #mental health #recovery

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cosmicbash · 4 years

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Famous Singer Kelly/Normal Dad Marshall AU

Everything is the same except instead of being a huge famous rapper Marshall is a close friend of Dre's who makes beats and helps produce other artists albums.

They meet when Whitney begs her dad to let her go to one of Kelly's concerts.

Marshall is of course still an over protective dad as in every AU so after taking a few peeks at footage from previous concerts and hearing first hand off Dre about how hard Kelly and his band can go Marshall is reasonably nervous at the thought of his 17 year old going by herself or god forbid with some of her ALSO underage friends.

Thus he nominates himself as chaperone. Something Whitney is at first a little annoyed with but after her dad reveals that to make up for his boring encroaching dad presence he not only paid for all of their tickets, but got them VIP passes and bought a meet and greet with their idol she's considerably less upset.

Grateful even.

The concert itself goes off without much of a hitch. The music is loud and while some of the rapping and beats do catch Marshall's interest the thing that distracts him most is just how expressive and passionate the lead singer is. Machine Gun Kelly runs and dances and jumps across the stage like he was born to be there. He plays instruments and sings to his fans like everyone of them is the only one in the room.

All in all it's one of the few concerts Marshall's taken his daughter too where he feels like he's got his money's worth.

Whitney undoubtedly feels the same if the way she's screaming and jumping is anything to go by.

Kelly actually even comes over their way a few times, leaning so far over the stage to sing directly in the girls and even his own face that Marshall can't help but instinctively reach out to steady the blonde when his body tips just that much further over one time. Kelly's own hand shooting out to curl around the back of his neck during the fumble in a move so smooth Marshall almost feels fooled himself.

The shoulder and ribs beneath his palms feel hot, but not as much as his face when Kelly doesn't falter in his singing. Their eyes locked and close as the drums rattle on and the blonde's voice puffs out warm against the older male's face.

"I can't hide, How I feel about you, Inside, I'd give everything up, Tonight, If I could just have you be mine, Be mine,"

Marshall feels utterly transfixed by the other man's gaze and voice. His breath hitching at just how close the rapper tips, their lips almost brushing before that tempting mouth curls up into a sharp smile and Kelly is flinging himself back away with such precision and ease it leaves Marshall stumbling back a step.

Even with Whitney screaming and freaking out in his ear he can't help but still feel struck.

Despite pulling away and moving back out to the center of the stage Kelly's eyes are still locked in his direction. Cementing that flush that's spread across Marshall's cheeks until the set is over and he can excuse himself to go wash his face in the bathroom.

As embarassed as he feels the brunette has to admit Kelly knows how to get a person's heart racing. In just a few seconds the blonde had somehow managed to make him go from a disinterested father to a weak knee'd mess, and he wasn't even one of the guys fans! It was no wonder the girls screamed so loudly and fawned over every simple glance.

It took more splashes to his face with cold water than Marshall would like to admit too before he could make his way back out to their spot front stage. Every look shot his way and belted out lyric just threatening to send the heat rushing back up through his cheeks.

By the time the actual concert finished and his daughter and her friends were excitedly jumping on him about the meet and greet Marshall's heart felt exhausted. He really was starting to feel too old to be going to these kinds of concerts, let alone staying after just to watch the singer smooze and grow handsy during a few private photo ops but there was no way he was going to send Whitney back there on her own. Not with her age and the ease at which he watched Kelly put the moves on every person he locked eyes with.

So of course Marshall soon found himself awkwardly standing around back stage, his wrists shoved deep into his jacket pockets while he watched the girls fawn and giggle with the band. Their attention focused over on a thankfully young looking drummer, and what sounded like a respectful bass guitarist. Kelly shockingly absent.

Marshall honestly didn't know whether to feel relieved or annoyed by the blonde's absence. Relieved because just the thought of speaking to the guy after that unnecessary serenade made his heart race and annoyed because he did pay a hell of a lot of money specifically so the girls could meet him. But his quiet grumbling to himself didn't last very long before fingers curled over his shoulder and a tall presence pressed itself up behind his back.

He actually saw Kelly's shadow in front of him before the blonde himself, his eyes widening slightly at the sheer height of the artist when he flinched and looked back.

The rapper's larger than life presence on stage translated just as physically off stage as well. With how far up Marshall had to look just to meet twinkling blue eyes Kelly almost felt a full foot taller than him.

"I was just talking about you-" The blonde's talking voice was scratchier than Marshall had imagined it would be. More than likely due to the several long sets.

It still had the father's ears burning in response. His lips drawing across into a tight annoyed line.

"Can't believe you paid extra just to see me, I was going to invite you backstage for free." The sly downright flirtatious smile being shot Marshall's way had his arms flying up to defensively cross over his chest.

It was good to know his assumption about the rapper being a bit of a sleazeball was right.

"Save the asskissing for my girls, kid, I'm only here to supervise. They're the ones who're smitten-" If Dre heard him talking to another artist like this Marshall would probably have a palm clapped aside his head by now, it was horribly rude, even for his usual grumpy persona. But something about the blonde's flickering gaze and lack of personal space had Marshall's stomach knotting up. "This aint my kinda scene."

Surprise colored Kelly's face, but that smile also just grew sharper. His eyes leaving Marshall's to glance over his shoulder at the girls.

Of course that gaze shifting over to his daughter also made that knot tighten. The urge to protect all but compelling him to snatch the blonde by his jaw and prevent any leering. Before he could even raise his hand the rapper's attention snapped back to him. The peek of his white teeth reminding the father of a shark as they grew ever closer, until they were out of sight and warm breath was blowing inside his ear. A large palm sliding up over Marshall's hip inside his jacket.

"How about me and you get out of here then Daddy? Promise the only ass I was thinking about kissing tonight was the one in those jeans you're wearing-" Just as quick as Marshall's fist had swung out the taller male had caught it. The man's free hand wrapping around his bony wrist while the hand on his hip slid back and down to squeeze his ass. "Just, think about it. Okay?"

And in the blink of an eye the blonde's hands were gone and his long lanky form was brushing past. His tone completely different from the low seductive one that had been purring into Marshall's ear only seconds before. "Yooo, we totally killed that set guys-"

Of course girly screaming followed, and the way the pitch rose and the rapid babbling tripled Marshall should probably turn around. But the father still felt frozen in place. His face burning so hot steam might as well start billowing out of his ears. The thick folded up piece of paper stuffed into his back pocket felt electric.

Marshall didn't need to pull it out and unfold it to know a number and probably some pervy message was bound to be scrawled inside.

#emgk #this has sat in my drafts #since the VMAS #so its about time i posted it #au #prompts

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 3 years

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5 for Nuts and Dolts, because the hug in the trailer is still on continuous loop in my head and the only thing better than an angsty hug is an angsty hug AND KISS 8 for Data Farm, because I'm weak for the idea of Oscar being unexpectedly prince-like and making Penny feel like a princess (or the other way around) I can't remember the number, but the interrupted kiss for rosegarden No pressure to do all of these, I just couldn't decide on one ship because I love all of them

(as a brief refresher: Data Farms Fic Link, Rosegarden Fic Link)

...and here’s to finally being able to answer this ask and revealing the ridiculous (sort of) secret plan I’ve carried out over a month (or two maybe idk) and what’s now a six-chapter fic!

(no, I’m not joking, this (Rose Puppetry) was literally A Thing bc I’m Like That)

So, to explain, way back when I was doing requests for this kissing meme, it was around the same time that you introduced me to the Mechanisms music, and then the Magnus Archives after that.

Subsequently, I thought it would be really cool to make one of these three requests Steampunk-themed. I decided on the Nuts and Dolts one bc, when I first listened to Once Upon A Time (In Space), I associated Ruby and Penny heavily with Rose and Cinders (I think it was bc the album was brought up in reference to Souls or something like that? Also Rose Puppetry was my alternative solution to just derailing Souls completely into Being A Steampunk Fic).

Anyways, I started out with the intent to do a short oneshot where Penny breaks into a facility to save Ruby, which would be reminiscent of the final attack on Old King Cole that led to Cinders being reunited with Rose.

Except then I got carried away by world-building (bc it was so freaking fun) and Rose Puppetry became an entire multi-chapter fic all of its own.

For the record, I think I originally @ you when I posted the first chapter bc I was going to say that the fic was a response to this prompt and then quite literally forgot to actually say that anywhere. I then realized that, if I kept quiet about it, I could turn it into a surprise, which seemed like a fun thing to do, so I went for it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of Rose Puppetry!

5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

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Rose Puppetry Ch6: The Tale of Little Briar and the Huntress in the Cottage

Summary:

A century ago or so, Atlas set out to conquer the world. Penny was built to be a spy, an infiltrator meant to find weaknesses in Vale’s defenses before the invasion.

She did. Then she fell in love. And rebelled against the kingdom that had created her.

Ch1. Ch2. Ch3. Ch4. Ch5.

Every child in Patch knows of the Huntress who lives in the cottage on the outskirts of town. Their great protector, who keeps the dangers of the woods at bay so they can go about their lives safely. No one knows, not really, where she came from. The youngest kids among them generally want to ask, but their parents usually shush them before they can try. It’s considered improper, prying into what should be left well enough alone.

Briar knows more about the Huntress than any of her peers, but you’d never catch her boasting about it in the school yard. No sir. She can keep a secret extremely well, she can. Well that, and she doesn’t want the Huntress to be upset with her and ask her father to not allow her to make the weekly deliveries anymore. Briar loves visiting the Huntress’s cottage, with its duck pond and its thick bramble of roses. But, most importantly, she loves being let inside and allowed to watch the Huntress work for just a little while.

For, in addition to being their protector against the scary monsters that lurk in the woods, the Huntress is Patch’s one and only mechanic. There used to be more, of course, but that was back before Briar was born and they all got called off to fight in the Great War against Atlas.

Briar once asked if the Huntress fought in the Great War, too. She remembers how the Huntress fell silent, the gloomy expression that had seamlessly eclipsed the Huntress’s entire being, and quietly swore never to ask again. It’s not important for her to know, Briar decided. Not like learning how gears, cogs, and screws all fit into machinery and make things like the big clock in the tower in the center of town work.

It’s a sunny day. A few wisps of clouds linger in the sky, but not many. Briar skips home from school, humming a happy tune of her own creation as she goes. She briefly pauses to scratch the noses of the cows who’ve wandered to the fence of their pasture bordering the road. The cows moo at her and sniff Briar’s fingertips for treats.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything for you today.” Briar giggles as their chin whiskers tickle her. “If I have time after I visit Ms. Rose, I’ll try and bring you all back something, but I make no promises.”

She continues on her way, only stopping in the Mech Field to pick a collection of bright, cheerful wildflowers. Briar pauses to consider the ruins of the old war machines, but Ms. Rose once warned her very sternly not to get too close to the fallen mechs without her supervision, so Briar doesn’t. Instead, she takes a spare hair ribbon out of her school bag, ties it snugly around the stems of her wildflowers to keep them properly bunched together, and heads home.

Her mother has the weekly grocery basket for Ms. Rose waiting when Briar arrives. She helps Briar securely fasten it to the deliveries bicycle and situate the flower bouquet on top so the bumpy ride won’t jostle them too much.

“Keep an eye on the time,” Briar’s mother gives her the usual warning. “And, if it starts growing dark, have Ms. Rose walk you home.”

Briar rolls her eyes. She’s big enough to come home all on her own, even after sunset, she thinks. Still, she promises, “I will!” before taking off on the bicycle.

Smoke lazily drifts into the sky from Ms. Rose’s cottage’s chimney as Briar makes her approach. The huntress’s dog, a great, big creature with a lumbering gait and a lolling tongue, appropriately named ‘Wolf’, runs to greet Briar as she approaches. She slows her bicycle to a stop and dismounts.

“Hey, Wolfie.” Briar scratches behind the dog’s ears, and gets licked enthusiastically for it. She laughs. Wolf dances excited circles around Briar as she walks over and leans her bicycle against the cottage. “Stop that!” Briar commands Wolf, only half serious. “I have to get the groceries inside!” She nudges the door open and walks into the cottage.

“Ms. Rose? Are you here?” Briar calls out.

“In the workshop, Briar!” Ms. Rose yells back from somewhere deep inside. Briar grins. With some care, she shoves the groceries in the refrigerator. Ms. Rose will organize them however she pleases later, after a few more hours of work, at least.

Briar goes to hurry through the kitchen, but remembers herself, and pauses at the sink to fill a pitcher with water for her wildflower bouquet. She carefully lowers the flowers in and unties her hair ribbon from around their stems. Then, after tidying the bouquet a little, Briar walks further into the cottage. She doesn’t go immediately to the workshop, but to a room Ms. Rose only recently granted her permission to enter.

Briar pauses and takes a breath in the doorway of the bedroom. It’s always a bit weird to do this. She’s never actually met Ms. Penny. Not back before, when she was awake. Ms. Penny doesn’t know who she is. Never had the chance to, really.

Regardless, flowers always make Briar feel better when she isn’t feeling well. With Wolf padding loyally at her side, Briar approaches the bed where Ms. Penny serenely sleeps and situates the bouquet on the table beside it.

“Good day, Ms. Penny,” Briar speaks politely, for she’s never spoken to a mechanical person, or one who’s never woken up, before Penny. Briar still feels kind of odd about that, but, since she first stumbled across Penny’s room, she’s been determined to try and make her feel better (if that’s at all possible).

“Spring’s here. The first of Mr. Oobleck’s lambs were born the other day.” Briar starts her usual, short, babbling update about life in Patch. “They’re extremely cute. I’ll draw you a picture, so, when you wake up, you won’t have missed seeing them.”

“She’d like that, I think.”

Briar jumps, and spins around. Ms. Rose stands in the doorway, leaning against its frame. She smiles softly at Briar, and joins her by Penny’s bedside. “Penny never…I think she always lived in cities before we met.” Ms. Rose takes a deep breath. “I’m not sure she’s ever gotten the chance to see a newborn lamb.”

“Then this will be her first time,” Briar says confidently.

“Yes.” Ms. Rose smiles sadly down at Briar. “Run along to the workshop now. I left today’s assignment out on the table for you. Try to see if you can get started on your own. I’ll be along in a moment.”

Briar does as she’s told, but not before stopping just outside the bedroom and sneakily poking her head back in to watch Ms. Rose gently smooth Penny’s long, soft copper curls and place a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t wait too much longer to wake up, my love, alright?” Ms. Rose whispers.

Briar slips away, feeling a little guilty about spying on such a private moment. She doesn’t know why Ms. Penny sleeps, what caused her to fall into her lasting slumber in the first place, but Briar does know that Ms. Rose came to Patch to have a quiet, safe place to repair her.

The assignment Ms. Rose set out for Briar that day is a small music box. One that had, in all likeliness, played a lovely melody at some point, but has long since worn out. Repairing it shouldn’t be the hardest of tasks. Not now that Briar is a handful of months out of transitioning from ‘kid who gets to watch the Huntress work’ to ‘unofficial mechanic’s apprentice’.

Ever so carefully, Briar removes a tiny, rusty gear from the music box with her tweezers and sets it aside. She looks to Ms. Rose, who smiles reassuringly back at her. Briar finds the replacement gear, plucks it up with the tweezers, and goes to insert it right where it needs to—

“Hello?! Huntress are you here?” A voice shouts into the cottage. Wolf scrambles up from lying under where Briar’s feet dangle off her stool and barks loudly. Briar jumps. Her tweezers fall out of her hand. The replacement gear goes flying.

“Just a moment!” Ms. Rose calls back. She helps Briar retrieve the gear from where it’s fallen to the floor. “Think you can work on your own for a bit?” Ms. Rose asks. When Briar nods, the huntress wipes grease and oil smudges off her fingertips onto her leather apron and goes to see who has come asking after her aid.

Briar half listens to the ensuing conversation about a broken down car on the road as it drifts through the cottage to her. Ms. Rose briefly returns to the workshop for her portable tool kit, and then leaves to go repair the automobile in question. She promises she’ll check Briar’s handiwork upon her return. Wolf ambles back over to Briar. The dog circles a couple times to settle, and then returns to napping.

For the next couple of hours while Briar works, things are quiet and peaceful. She finishes repairing the music box. With bated breath, Briar winds it up and sets it down on the worktable. A soft tune fills the air. Briar can’t help but smile.

Too excited to wait until Ms. Rose gets back to show off her success, Briar carefully scoops the music box up in her hands and carries it to Penny’s room. She puts it down by the wildflowers she brought earlier, and lets it play its song a second time.

So caught up on listening to the music box’s melody is Briar, she doesn’t catch when it’s joined by the sounds of other mechanisms whirling and clicking. Ones that have long remained at rest, but, at the sound of a comforting song, rouse again.

Movement catches Briar’s attention. Before she realizes what’s happened, a pair of bright, dazzling green eyes meet her own. They almost seem to glow, as if they’re lightbulbs that have spent a long, long time charging up and want to celebrate the chance to finally illuminate.

“H-hello?” The voice is hoarse, creaky with disuse. It’s nothing like Briar imagined it would be. “Briar?”

Briar blinks rapidly. “You know me?” slips from her lips before she can stop the question.

“Of course.” Tentatively, Penny moves to push herself up in a sitting position. One of her hands slips before she can put weight down on it. Briar rushes forward to help support her. “Thank you.” Penny smiles gratefully at Briar. “To answer your question, I heard you. The days you came and talked to me and brought me flowers.” She pauses. “I’d very much like to see Mr. Oobleck’s lambs.”

“Oh.” Briar takes a minute to process this. “I didn’t think…” she’s not sure what to say. She’s imagined this moment hundreds of times, but, now that it’s happening, Briar’s mind is frustratingly blank.

“It’s alright.” Penny gives her a small, soft smile. “It’s not everyday someone you’ve only known as a ‘sleeping lady’ wakes up.”

“I-err-yeah…” Briar pauses. “If you don’t mind me asking, how could you hear me all those times? Since you were asleep?”

Penny inhales deeply and exhales, the clockwork of her body moving with the motion. “It’s a bit complicated. A short explanation would be that, even without enough power to function normally, I could still record audio.” Penny shoots a knowing smirk in Briar’s direction. “I would love to give you the fully detailed explanation. Later. If you don’t mind, there’s someone who’s long overdue for a hug, I think.”

Briar’s eyes widen. “Oh! Ms. Rose! Of course!” She scrambles up to fetch Penny a walking stick to lean upon as she gets up. “She went out to repair someone’s car. I think it’s just down the road!” Briar hovers, ready to support Penny if she needs help with walking. When Penny makes it to the doorway on her own, Briar relaxes a little.

Together, with Wolf keeping pace with them (and Briar would swear the dog is keeping as much a careful eye on Penny as she herself is), they make their way outside.

Penny pauses, and looks up at the blue, blue sky. She blinks. If she were capable of crying, she probably would have. “I never dreamed I’d see it again.” Penny whispers. She turns to look ahead, down the road she and Briar intend to walk, and sees someone coming toward them on it. Penny gasps.

There is one sight that Penny dreamed of, longed for, during her oh so very long slumber. One sight, her vague, ethereal thoughts could never quite capture, but tried to constantly. The person she sees on the road doesn’t quite fit the picture Penny remembers. The person is no longer a youthful maiden, but a full grown woman. Her black-red hair is longer, kept in an untidy braid over one shoulder. She’s wearing the garb of a mechanic, and not combat dress. Branching scars, leftover from a (Grimm) time Penny would very much like to leave in the past, dance across her skin.

“Ruby.”

Penny breathes the name out at the same time Ruby sees her, stops, and stares.

A moment passes where no one moves, where the world is held frozen in shock. Anxiety ripples over Ruby’s face. Worry that needs no verbal words to describe it. That Penny won’t love this older version of her. That this person she had to grow into while she patiently waited for Penny to wake up isn’t someone Penny will be able to bring herself to love.

Penny takes a step forward, and then another. Her walking stick is cast aside as she recalls how to push her legs into motion as fast as she can. She runs, reaching Ruby in the blink of an eye. Eager to vanquish all the anxieties she sees in her beloved, Penny takes Ruby up in her arms and spins her around and around. She laughs, causing Ruby to laugh with relief too.

They’re together. Nothing, no war or conflict or spiders who want to control them, can get in the way of that any longer. They may have once been puppets in a grand scheme, but they’re free now. Free to do whatever they wish, as long as they wish.

Penny stops spinning Ruby around. She holds her close, drinking in the sight of Ruby’s sparkling, silver eyes. Without thinking about it, they press their foreheads together and simply gaze at each other.

Later, they’ll let Briar commit a condensed version of their story down on paper. A fairytale, it will be. One only a handful will actually believe there’s truth to, but that’s just as well to them. Right now, this moment? This moment is just for them.

Ruby wraps her arms around Penny. Penny leans in. Their lips find each other. Tentative, unsure, aware they have a lot to adjust to again with each other (but eager to get started). The kiss is soft and sweet. A promise of many, many more to come.

They don’t live happily ever after. For Penny and Ruby’s story doesn’t end here. It goes on, with many days full of love, and equally as many filled with struggle as they learn each other’s embrace again. There are moments when the scars of the past threaten to consume them, and moments filled with nothing but laughter and joy.

Overall, though?

Penny and Ruby live together for a very, very long time, and that time together is largely marked by their shared happiness.

#rwby #nuts and dolts #ruby rose #penny polendina #steampunk au #rose puppetry #whirls writing #not the first time i've gone overboard on a request #but the first time i've waited until literally the last chapter of the fic #to reveal that that was the plan all along

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najatheangel · 3 years

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Hello!!! ✨ And here I am again!!hahaha I can't, I really love your ships!!

Can I have a written ship this time? With Nct 127, Exo and Got7, please? 🌸

Here is a description of my personality!

I'm really shy and extremely awkward. I'm not good at expressing myself talking, I speak in a low volume, I get really insecure because of it, and it takes me sometime to open up, so people need to be a little patient to get to know me. Sometimes I fear I'm a pushover because of my shyness and akwardness, although I try my best to not freeze at social interactions ahahha. I have a great fear of hurting people with my words and my actions, so I think a lot before I do something. But I'm actually friendly, I'm always smiling while talking, and I accept everyone with my whole heart. I never judge people, and try to understand every point of view. When I'm comfortable enough, I'm really goofy, playful and unintentionally funny. My friends say I'm an adorable cute little person (but weird and random too). I'm naturally quiet, a good listener,sensitive,kind, understanding,calm and open minded.I always try to be positive. Even though I don't speak much in a discussion, people always ask my for my opinion, and take the things I say seriously. I like making people's life easier and happier, so I'm usually silently doing little daily things for them. The feeling that I'm useful to someone keeps me going. I'm really grateful for everyone who likes me. I prefer to be around chill, fun and simple people, because my mood gets easily influenced by the mood of the people around me. But I'm always up to help everyone. I'm a really simple person, that enjoy simple things. My hobbies are drawing,crafting,painting and cooking (I'm specially into arts). I enjoy reading too, specially detective books. I like staying home, but I don't mind going out with friends to get some food or taking some night walk. I love animals, of all kinds. Hate mean and rude people, conflict, prejudice, injustice. I'm loyal to my friends and family, and value them a lot. I need to be friends first before falling in love. But once I'm in love, I'm selfless, and give my everything. But I enjoy my freedom and privace, so I don't like too jealous people, who want to control everything I do. To me, trust is the most important thing in a relationship.

That's it!

Thank you so much again!

I hope you're doing well! Stay safe, healthy and happy! ✨

Hello love it’s nice too see you again my dear. It was nice getting to know you more. You seem like a very sweet and angelic person. Sorry for the long wait my dear here’s your ship. 😊💫

From NCT 127, I ship you...Taeil

Positive Side: The next Sun & Moon 2.0! Both of your personalities favor and work so well together. When you first meet NCT 127, Taeil was the first member that caught your eye, because of his shining presence and his sense of humor that made you smile so much. After months and months of getting close as friends, it developed into a wonderful love story. The members helped him set up a mini concert at your house singing your favorite sing with backup vocal line Haechan, Jungwoo, Doyoung and Mark. Since Mark is apart of every unit. You’ve gladly accepted his invitation whole heartedly and the rest was history. As far as hobbies, this man will do anything as long as you were apart of it. He would be a big supporter of your artwork and would even ask for a private art class so he can make a portrait of you. And Win win lol. He would even look up art project ideas with you on pinterest and start creating things with you along with Dreamies. Taeil can also be very adventurous by walking with you to the bookstore to buy detective books or take midnight walks at the park. Lastly, when you have your moments he would be the first to knock at your door and not leave your side until he made you smile. He is an affectionate person and would cry with you while cuddling you when you pour your emotions out to him whether good or bad. Although this man is small and acts like a precious baby sometimes, he would be saving all his love for you.

Negative Side: Once you both started dating, it was still a long yet hard process to adjust to. Whenever it came to dealing with the haters that didn’t support your relationship, it would get to your head sometimes and you would be afraid to get too close to Taeil sometimes so it won’t cause confrontation with the media. One time the small amount of harsh comments led you to ignoring his phone calls and he caught you crying alone in the bathroom which made him upset. He tried to run to you to hug you, but you wanted to deal with this problem alone so he wouldn’t suffer with you. “I’m alright Taeil.” As patient as he normally is, he wanted to respect you by giving your privacy until you felt like you truly needed him. At that point he just sighs and walks in the living room. “Okay, just let me know if you need anything.”

But...: Later that day you’ve realized it was for the best to confess to Taeil what emotions you’ve kept inside about everything involving your relationship. At the end of the day he was someone you can trust with all your secrets and can get you through this situation. After having the talk with him, he was so understanding and relieved that you finally wasn’t afraid to depend on him anymore. He gave you the tightest hug and the most passionate kiss that night reassuring you that everything was going to be okay as long as he was around. “No matter what part of the world I am, I will always run back to you.”

From Exo, I ship you with...Suho

Positive Side: This man is trying to make you his wifey for lifey. You both share the same goals when building friendships with people, being sweet, taking care of people around them and helping those who are in need. The devolopment of your friendship was so fast, but just like Taeil, becoming a couple was one hell of a ride. Deep down you both loved each other, but wanted to wait until the time was right and you both knew for sure the feeling was mutual. He would be the ultimate gentleman when your going out together, always going to art exhibits with you, taking millions of photos cause your his masterpiece ;) and even attempting to dance with you in public along to their music at the grocery store, but ends up feeling second hand embarrassment. I would too lol, still cute tho. He hardly feels awkward doing those things and just embraces it. He’s even suprised you with your first baby kitten and you both name him Buttercup. Lastly, you both share strong loyalty with each other no matter what. Overall this bond is too powerful and would be hard to tear apart.

Negative side: Suho would also find it hard to separate from you sometimes because he loves being with you most of the time. As far as dealing with your emotions, he wouldn’t want you to hide anything from him whether good or bad. He expects you two share everything together in the beginning of your relationship including thoughts, but it wasn’t that easy. Suho for the most part was understanding, but another part of him couldn’t stand leaving you alone to deal with those problems.

But...: Suho learned that he can’t pressure into speaking from your heart until the time was right. He also learned that he can’t baby you so much, because your his woman not his child or sister. Once you’ve started opening up more to him, he felt like the happiest man alive and gave you the tightest hug shedding tears. “You don’t ever have to deal with this alone, that’s what I’m here for. You got that?” The more comfortable you both communicated about your emotions, the easier it was to release instead of keeping it inside.

Anddd I’m deceased 😭😭👏🏽

From Got7, I ship you with...Youngjae

Positive Side: I remember shipping you with him before visually, but personality wise I ship it 10x harder. First of all, two shy innocent angels falling in love is straight k-drama vibes I’m getting. The more confident you’re around each other, the more flirty you two love birds become. He would always share home cooked meals with you, tell funny stories about how he’s always goofing off with crack7 and have heart to heart talks about any insecurities he has amongst himself. This bucket full of sunshine sometimes have his cloudy days as well and can relate to you in that sense which balances out. If one person was feeling down, the other lifts that person’s spirit up and encourage them to think positively. Youngjae would admire how you would take care of the other members and his cutie baby pup coco. Your the love of his life and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Negative Side: The only problem I can honestly think of is when your both having a bad day, you both tend to keep it to yourselves and not bother the other person about it. You both handle confrontation the same way, but it either can go good or bad. Youngjae on the other hand is worse at dealing with his emotions, because he doesn’t want to be sad infront of you and tends to lie only so you won’t worry about him so much. Once you find out either way your hurting for him and start “It’s not a big deal sweetie, it was just a few hate comments.” “It is a big deal Youngjae, I just can’t sit there and let those mean people do that to you. It’s disrespectful.”

But...: In the end, you don’t want to leave each other wounded and left alone to deal with the pain, so you come into his room leaning your head on his lap rubbing his thigh in silence until he was ready to talk. Even silent treatment would work for you two as long as you were next to each other, anything was possible. What makes it even better is that he’s not upset for too long and attacks you with warm hugs and pepper kisses your cheeks. “What would I do without you y/n? I feel so much stronger and better with you here beside me”

Out of everyone, I ship you with...either Taeil or Youngjae. Again couldn’t decide 😣

@thechoppersan My friend I hope you enjoyed this ship and it made you smile. Feel free to come back anytime angel. 😉☀️

#submission #kpop ships #written ships #nct 127 ships #got7 ships #exo ships #suho #taeil #youngjae #nct 127 #got7 #exo

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anime-apparently · 4 years

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match up request by: @otakupandasworld

May I please get a written matchup for haikyuu? I can be described as introverted and withdrawn because of events in life despite being outgoing and lively in the past. I randomly doze off and daydream a lot when I’m alone, with friends, and family. Because of my introverted personality I am often mistaken for cold a lot because of my “resting bitch face.” Once people get to know me I am just emotionally shy and empathetic. Even though I can respond and identify to the feeling of others, I have a hard time expressing my own and try not to express it often. When I’m with friends I am very upbeat, joyful, and hardworking by supporting my friends and family and putting their needs before my own and keeping them happy. I’m pretty much independent and a hard worker that spends too much caring for everyone but myself. My friends describe me as a good listener and easy to talk with because I Am open-minded and easygoing. I like to watch anime, read manga, play video games (final fantasy and kingdom hearts: my favorite series. also metal gear, solid, resident evil etc.), watch DC comic films and shows XD Besides that, my ultimate favorite hobbies include drawing fan arts of Kpop groups & anime, while listening to music (second ultimate favorite hobby). I also like to swim and drive around because of my love for adventures and imagination (also relaxation). I have a strong passion of disliking bugs (especially cockroaches). I especially love to eat sweets , in particular boba and macaroons. I have big brown eyes, long wavy brown hair, baby face (don’t look my age. I Am mistaken for looking 13-17), slender body. I am half-Chinese, el salvadoran, and French descendent. Sexuality: heterosexual Age: 23

I match you with...

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

- he's not one to be swayed by a resting bitch face and he's the one to approach you on your first day of school

- he tries to make you feel welcome and he eats lunch with you at times

- at first you're introverted around him but soon enough you two are joking around like old best friends

- he decides to let you meet the team after that

- he doesn't mind you being intoverted and helps you be more open to others

- both of you are independent and hardworking so study sessions together happen a lot even if you two don't really talk much during said sessions

- he's amazed by your bloodline and often asks questions about it

- you two are both the mom friend

- he's not really a gamer but he still plays with you

- he prefers manga so most of the time if he comes over, he's reading manga while you play

- imagine gaming nights with him and food served is cooked by you two together

- he shares your likes in music and anime

- binge watching with him is the best

- like you'll be cuddled up with him uwu

- he kills the bugs for you and finds it funny you're scared of "a measly bug that can't hurt you" (his words not mine)

- he likes bringing sweets around with him just for you

- midnight drives with him are the best

- going through WcDonalds at night and just staying in the car with deep night talks

- he's not big on kpop but since you listen to it a lot he slowly forms a habit of listening to it

- he goes sparkly eyed if you draw and he likes watching you draw

- as i've said before you and him are the mom friend, so he drags you to matches and you help around

- tsukki actually likes having you around since you can take his attitude and you are mostly withdrawn and you do not poke your nose in other's business

- suga makes extra effort in games

- he confesses when he noticed you were daydreaming again and you honestly didn't catch it

- so he properly confessed after a match

- uwu you're blushing and he's kinda cool but when you admitted your feelings he blushes too

- don't worry about dozing off or daydreaming in class, you have suga to keep you awake

- he gets invested into DC because if you

- Daichi and Asahi are two people you learned to be open to because of Suga

- he urges you to be more welcoming to others

- your cool demeanour slowly breaks overtime because of him

- since both of you are moms he suddenly became a dad

- and i honestly pity the team

- he'd start making dad jokes and while Hinata is excited by it, the others were not

- save them huhu (but the team's grateful you decided to stick around)

- dates with him are probably mostly at home with you two cooking the meal you'll share

- but imagine shopping dates tho, he'll ket you go anywhere even if you're hesitant at first

- you two are the parent type of couple

- and he's so affectionate

- he makes sure you put yourself first before others

- he slowly helps you love yourself more

- you two are honestly a cute couple together who are similar in more ways than one uwu

A/N: Hope you like it!

#match up #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #one shot #imagine #submission

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gone4neow · 5 years

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The New King ♔ dks

Chapter Fourteen

- kyungsoo x reader, royalty AU, prince!kyungsoo

- warnings : swearing, mature content, arranged marriage, good looking men

- word count : 2,422

chapter thirteen or masterlist

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Freedom arrived in the form of hushed whispers about a week later. Xiumin had printed the pamphlet and had sent them all over the kingdom, perhaps even outside of the kingdom. The villagers worried a war would spark between the northern kingdom and the princess's kingdom after such a lie had been exposed. Members of the royal cabinet scowled at the king and accused him of treason out of fear of a war. The princess had never thought of it before, but Chanyeol could have definitely called for a war because of the king. He had made a contract that was based on lies. His word was useless, therefore the contact was useless. The marriage was called off.

The princess and princes heard of the king fleeing. He had headed towards the village. The news had sparked a fire of anxiety in the princess's chest. She fled from the castle with the princes following closely behind, both calling out her name with an urgency in their tones. She had managed to climb on the back of Striker without any assistance, today, and began her journey towards the village without the company of the royal brothers.

She put herself in the king's shoes. If she were him, why would she ride off towards the place where thousands of people who wanted you dead? It was a simple answer: to kill the man who had exposed his dishonesty and ruined his life. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She whispered to Striker in quiet, frantic whispers, urging him to run faster. The village was nothing but chaos when she arrived. She found it hard to maneuver through the rioting crowds of people. She wasn't surprised to find the place of their interest was the print shop, but the discovery did make her hands tremble a bit more. She hurried off the back of the horse, hurrying to the doors of the print shop. There were two large men guarding the door. She sighed in frustration.

"Let me through," she demanded in a stern voice. She was surprised by how her voice didn't shake when she spoke. They glanced down at her before they glanced at one another. They revealed that they couldn't let her inside the shop through the form of a head shake. A sound that was similar to a hiss escaped the princess.

"Damn you! King Sehun will have you hung in the gallows if you do not step aside and let me in this damned shop!" She threatened them. They shared another glance, silently agreeing to let her through. She slipped one of their daggers into her hand as she passed by and quickly barged through the doors of the print shop. She was met with the sight of the old king holding Xiumin by the collar of his shirt while he used his other hand to hold Yixing at knife point. Xiumin was pleading for the man to let them go, but the king was not listening. The princess walked up behind him and held the tip of her blade to back of his neck. His posture straightened at the feeling of the cool metal against his hot skin.

"Let them go," she demanded in a deadly tone. The hold on Xiumin was released within a few seconds. The princess watched as the man slowly lowered his knife from Yixing, but was caught off guard when he spun around and pressed the blade against the princess's throat. She made a sound of surprise, while Xiumin released a cry of distress. Her hold on her blade dropped and the sound of the metal crashing against the floor could not even be heard over the sound of her heartbeat. She kicked it in what she thought was Yixing's direction, but the old king's boot pressed against it, preventing it from traveling any farther than under his foot. He laughed tauntingly at the princess's wide eyes.

"You dare threaten me, girl?" He bellowed.

"Kill me. You don't have it in you, old man. You know you're already done for," she told him lowly, lifting her head up highly and giving him more access to her neck. Though she had never been more fearful in her life, she even let her neck sink forward enough for the blade to draw blood from her skin. The former king watched her with narrowed eyes for a moment but his attention was stolen away when the shop's door opened again. The royal brothers emerged with frantic eyes, and their expressions grew cold when they saw the sight before them.

"Release her father!" King Sehun commanded with narrowed eyes. The man stared at his sons with solemn eyes. The princess could see his internal walls were starting to crumble. The fear for his life was starting to emerge from the shadows, and his bravery was running away from him as time ticked by. Just as she had with her mother, she felt a tinge of pity for the man. They had similarities; both were crazed, power hungry, and in desperate need of instructions on how to be a good parent. The difference between the former king and her mother was that the king actually possessed some love for his children. His hand trembled at the sight of his children until the dagger he held in his hands crashed against the floor of the shop. The princess could feel someone's arms wrap around her and pull her away from the man immediately. She felt their head rest upon her shoulder and a deep sigh fanned against the exposed skin at the nape of her neck. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Prince Kyungsoo.

"I charge you with treason to the highest degree and forbid you from entering the northern kingdom's village. Any violations of these terms with result in instant death. Do you understand?" Sehun's voice was steady and confident, but the princess knew it was hard to say such things to his father. The man nodded with shame on his features before a guard appeared from Sehun's side. The guard captured the former king's wrists and bound them in a leather bond.

"Prince Kyungsoo," the man called out before the guard could guide him outside. The princess felt the weight on her shoulder disappear as Kyungsoo lifted his head to look at the man.

"I hope you can forgive me one of these days," his father said in a shaky voice. The princess saw sorrow on the man's face, but she didn't see it in his eyes. The former king was not sorry that he had told such a lie for so long - no, he was sorry that he had been caught. Kyungsoo stood in silence as his father was escorted from the print shop. The princess rushed over to Xiumin's side and threw her arms around him. She embraced him only for a few seconds before she was holding him at arm's length to let her eyes scan him for injuries. She could see a marking around his neck from the collar of his shirt and knew it would leave a bruise later on.

"Are you alright?" She asked him. He nodded while a soft scoff left his parted lips.

"I should be asking you! I can't believe you risked your life to save mine!" He exclaimed in disbelief. The princess frowned, unsure as to why he would be surprised she would do such a thing. He had risked his life so that she could be with Kyungsoo, standing up to the former king was the least she could do.

"Xiumin, I quit," Yixing announced in a quiet, monotone voice. The princess's eyes fell upon his troubled expression. Even though he had almost been killed, Xiumin laughed wholeheartedly. Even the corners of the princess's lips had curled upwards. She felt someone grab at her arm and she turned to see Kyungsoo looking at her as if she were about to vanish. His eyes flickered down to the wound on her neck and rage flashed in his eyes, along with guilt. Wanting to rid him of both emotions, the princess pushed herself into his arms and pulled his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and burning with passion that had both of their stomachs twisting with nausea. Sehun pulled the princess away from his brother. She looked up at him, only to be faced by a glare so harsh that she forgot she was looking at the younger brother for a moment.

"If you ever put yourself in harms way like that I will allow my brother to do all the things I know he wanted to do on the way here," the man threatened her. She glanced at Kyungsoo questioningly before asking what he had wanted to do.

"I-"

"He wanted to pull you off that damned horse and throw you in the damned river to let you rot!" Sehun interrupted his brother. The princess drew in a deep breath before she laughed.

"I'll remember that later," she joked. Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrowed at his words.

"You could have been killed and you want to make jokes? I'm going to have a heart attack before I turn thirty-five," he grumbled bitterly.

"What will happen to your mother?" Xiumin asked suddenly, causing the royal trio to look at him. He blinked, his cheeks warming at the amount of attention on him.

"I suppose we will have to place her in a cell, too," Kyungsoo spoke quietly, looking over at his brother for confirmation. Sehun's lips were pulled into a tight line. He nodded hesitantly, and the princess wondered if the man would be able to go through with a court hearing. She reach over and let her hand rest on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Let's go home," she suggested quietly.

The castle was buzzing with a new type of energy. The princess couldn't pinpoint what it was, but the air felt heavier - perhaps full of a new era of burden. The trio was greeted by their friends. Baekhyun pulled the princess into a tight embrace before he leaned back and let his eyes rake over her neck. Her wound had stopped bleeding, leaving a trail of dry blood behind. He made a 'tsk' sound before he began to scold her and cuss at the former king.

"Did it hurt?" Jongin asked curiously. The princess subconsciously reach up to let her fingertips glide over the small injury.

"I don't remember. I had so much adrenaline that all I could worry about was saving Xiumin and Yixing," The princess admitted with a small frown on her face. Jongdae laughed with astonishment on his face.

"You're so brave," he told her with wide eyes. She glanced over at Kyungsoo with a sheepish expression on her face. He met her eyes and couldn't help but smile softly at the rosiness forming on her cheeks.

"I can't believe your parents did that to you guys," Jongin spoke with a disappointed sigh. He had known the royal family all his life. He had grown up with the princes, and his parents had grown up with theirs. Of all the people in the kingdom, he was one of the most surprised.

"Every family has their issues. If you'll excuse me, I need to go deal with that mother of mine," Sehun spoke up. The princess looked at him with surprise. The man would be a good king indeed. The group watched as the tall man walked away from them, heading towards the castle with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered.

"This will setback the date of the wedding, hm?" Baekhyun joked with a small smirk. The princess met his eyes and laughed nervously.

"There's something you all should know," she told him quietly.

They listened as she explained what had been going on right beneath their noses. Their eyes grew wider with every word that slipped between her pink lips. Kyungsoo smiled with genuine joy when his friends looked over at him as if he had just thrown them the biggest surprise party.

"You... chose this man?" Baekhyun asked as he pointed at Kyungsoo with faux disgust on his face. The smile on Kyungsoo's face fell.

"He's short, antisocial, and, well, mean," Bakehyun continued. The princess didn't miss the small upwards tug at the corner of his lips. Kyungsoo glared at him fiercely and threw a light punch at the man's shoulder. Baekhyun gasped loudly and backed away as he held onto his shoulder with a big pout on his face.

"I think it's great. I'm happy for you guys," Jongdae told them.

"Me too. You better not hurt him, though," Jongin warned the princess. She laughed at his words before she promised that would never happen.

"This is the worst news I've ever received," Bakehyun continued when the group began to walk to the castle. There was a pout still on his face as he walked.

"Why?" Jongdae asked him with a small laugh.

"I won't even be able to flirt with her now. He'll break all of my bones!" The man exclaimed with worry in his eyes. He glanced around to see Kyungsoo already glaring at him. The princess watched with amusement as he quickly turned back around.

"Take it easy on him," she whispered to her love. He looked down at her with those dark eyes of his and a small smile formed on his face. His hand found hers and he decided, in that moment, that there was nothing better than being able to be with the princess openly. His cheeks warmed as the princess placed a delicate kiss against the side of his face. The action only spurred more complaints from Baekhyun.

The princess only laughed. She looked up at the sky and felt content with the way the sun shined down on her. It was a day she would never be able to forget, even if she wanted to. There had been several moments in her life where she had wanted nothing more than to disappear. Now, she had never been happier to exist. Now, she had a purpose in life. She lowered her head to glance around at the group and sighed happily as she listened to Jongdae and Baekhyun discuss what they wanted for dinner tonight. Kyungsoo gave her hand a light squeeze as he talked to Jongin about going fishing later that week.

This was her life, now, and that was something she would be eternally grateful for.

a/n : hi!! i’m so sorry for posting late, but I’m still without internet at the moment. this is the end of this story (i know, i know - it’s too short). i really hope that everyone who has read this has enjoyed it. i wanted to post this story as a sort of trail run to see if people would like my writing or not and the feedback i’ve received has warmed my little cold heart. i’m so thankful for everyone’s kind words and i promise that i will be delivering longer and better stories in the future. thanks for reading. ♥︎ ♥︎

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