#on the back of a raindrop

[musette22]

OtboaR Steve coming home and Bucky be like: "Look what the twins and I did!" 🤣❤️

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9IGYt9xRDZ/?igsh=MWZvcTQ0Y3VuZmRncA==

Wowww that is impressive! 🤯 I bet Bucky could do it though, he's a real handy man 😉 Although he couldn't have done it without the twins help, of course - or at least, that's what he insists on telling everyone 🥰

Also, it took me way too long to figure out what OtboaR stood for 🙈 But thanks for this, lovely! It's so nice to know someone other than myself is still thinking about this fic 💓

[songlyr1cs]

“I etched the face of a stop watch, on the back of a raindrop.”

“I heard the news that you’re planning, to shoot me out of a cannon.”

~ (Piledriver Waltz — Arctic Monkeys/Alex Turner)

^ Both are soooo good. Most people prefer the Submarine one but I loveee SIAS so much. (No arguments I don’t wanna hear it it’s my opinion, you’re entitled to yours.)

[shouyuus]

lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

the way a fic writer would CARVE THEIR OWN HEART OUT and MAIL IT TO YOU FEDEX EXPRESS.

[ishikawayukis]

We go from waiting to beauty We will go bloom more, more, more

[dewedup]

it’s my birthday so please feast on Rain not watching where he’s going during watcher in the sky (ironic)

[bloodfin]

as an apology for being late on updating denial is a river, please enjoy dew continuing to be a Problem in baby's first body shot part 2: electric boogaloo (where want becomes wordless)

[duckzz]

for the mistletoe thing, maybe 1 with dew and rain?

a kiss from rain is everything an upset dew needs to feel better <3

woOOoh thanks anon for finally giving me the motivation to work on my dew and rain designs!! idk if i'll stick with them, but i'm satisfied for now!! :D

prompts <3

[rainintheevening]

BTW, I got baptized at my church today! And the pastor I grew up with got to do the baptism, so it was awesome.

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

something evil happening 2 me i fear... thank you @localceilingdevil for design help ...... i already also want to do sparks aauughhh

[faunandfloraas]

🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

[manyrandomfandoms]

I swear the clouds parted (mostly) for Hozier’s set last night ‘cause it just kinda lightly rained some of the time he was on stage and then the minute the show ended, everyone had just enough time to get into the open air before the heavenly floodgates were unleashed

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 19

Confessions

Pairing; Rain/Dewdrop

Notes; I can't believe I haven't written Raindrop yet, this is blasphemes- but better late than never, i guess (they're on my list one more time after this thank gwod) thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for putting together the prompts list!

It was late. Not late enough to warrant a firm look from the Omega or Aether, but late enough that everyone was tucked away in their rooms, whether alone or with someone. Dew was enveloped by Rain, their arms curling and tucking into him to create a cocoon. Their natural cold skin was a relief to him, as his heat was a relief to them. The way they slotted together, how they balanced each other out; they were made for one another.

It was raining out, it had been for days, and it made them both terribly achy. The two clung to each other since the rain began and only let go when necessary. They got some looks, but none that Dew couldn’t fight with a simple hand gesture. 

There would’ve been multiple times in his life Topside that he would’ve called the vulnerability he had with Rain weak. He felt for that poor ghoul. Never secure in himself, too afraid to reach out. He’s glad he’s in a better place. 

He knew Rain was watching the window, how it was being pelted. If they were to say anything, he knew they’d say something poetic about it. Something that would make Dew snicker, in turn make Rain slap him for laughing at them. He’d make it up to them, he always did. 

“Rain,” Dew murmured into their chest. One arm hung loose around their waist, his claws drawing idly on their back, while the other was tucked between the two of them. His favorite position. 

Rain hummed in response, the vibrations echoing to his head. 

“I…” the idle drawing paused, “I think I love you.”

It came out quick, unwarranted. He’d never meant to tell them how he felt, ever. Kept hidden away in a secure box inside his heart. But, that was for his former self, wasn’t it? He wasn’t scared to be vulnerable in front of them, not anymore. He had no reason to; they’ve kissed, fucked, cuddled, cried, yelled, and made up. They were as vulnerable as vulnerable could get. 

There was a beat with no response, and for a split second Dew thought it was over. It was nonsensical, he knew Rain more than they knew themselves sometimes. But the anxiety that always egged him on reared its head and for that singular split second, Dew thought he ruined it.

But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. They loved each other, that was a given with how they hung off of one another constantly. After that split second, Rain’s hold on him grew ever so tighter, their head moving to kiss the top of his head, the suggestion of a smile based on how their lips curled.

“I think I love you, too.” Rain whispered back, fully confident in their statement. Dew believed them wholeheartedly.

[shouyuus]

Do you think vi was a virgin before The Scene

nah. my girl was in prison for 7 yrs. did u see how quick she DROPPED to her knees like that shit comes from experience yall. she knows what the fuck shes doing sdlkfjsodiaghadlf

[arolesbianism]

Trembles like a small dog. Places down my loopified euphrasie design before skittering away

[flowers-darkened-by-raindrops]

A Girl and Her Bucket of Snow, Session 2

For Hermit a Day May, Day 12! Pearl 🌙

Read the first chapter of this story on ao3 here (not required to understand this piece, but I would reccomend it for the full experience)

The Bucket's Perspective on Pearl's DL Session 2 of DL

read this chapter on ao3

see my old scarlet pearl cosplay here!

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When Pearl’s sobs had finally stopped, it hadn’t known what to do. Pearl’s eyes, that had always shown with an unrestrained, mischievous light, had turned dull, as if a stone had come and scratched away the shine. She had travelled as if in a haze to the oddly shimmering border, leaving the bucket on the ground as she climbed a tree to sleep. Tilly had seemed worried too, and she whined from the base of the tree for a long while before curling up around it and falling asleep.

The next morning, though she only could have gotten a meager few hours of rest, Pearl had acted as if everything was fine again. She swung the bucket by its handle as they travelled back towards the others, its water swishing back and forth inside its confines. She hummed a song softly to herself in time with each swing, bouncing with every step.

The bucket wanted to be overjoyed by her touch, but all it could focus on was the way her palms, too, had turned to ice. 

On top of the tower Pearl had begun constructing, the bucket only continued to feel the chill spread through her. Between Tilly’s fall bringing the dog to her ‘yellow life’ and the mysterious man with the cat talking about ‘torture chambers’ its fear for her only increased.

It hadn’t helped that the man had tried to take it from Pearl. Pearl refusing to let it go was a memory it would cherish, though, despite the circumstances.

But as Pearl handed the cat man a new bucket, It didn’t like the wicked look in his eyes, or the mirroring, almost wild, spark that it left in Pearls.

When he at last came back, the bucket realized it was right to be wary. 

If the bucket had thought Pearl felt like ice before, now it was as if the cold had the force of a blizzard. And each time Pearl stepped into the powdered snow the cold seemed to double until the feeling was nearly unbearable even to the bucket.

The worst part, though, was the laughter. The bucket had truly treasured her laughter, the way it had been so joyous and free. But listening to Pearl giggle almost maniacally as she hurt herself more and more, it only felt haunting. 

Not for the first time, the bucket truly wondered, How could soulmates be worth all this?

~○❤○~

Pearl, mercifully, had kept the bucket filled with cool, but unfrozen water. It didn’t stop her from making others to fill with that snow, and they clinked against it whenever she made a sudden movement. 

Despite their proximity, it couldn't tell if the cold it felt was from the other buckets or if it was radiating off of Pearl herself. Her eyes still hadn’t lost that wild light from earlier; if anything, the spark had only seemed to grow each time she took damage.

She had been talking with a pair of very spirited soulbond when it happened. Though to the bucket her temperature hadn’t truly changed from its eternal permafrost, it could feel when Pearl began to shiver again. She whipped around, making eye contact with someone from across the ravine. It was the blue human, covered in snow like Pearl had been just hours earlier. Her “soulmate”.

The wild spark ignited into a flame and she didn’t even hesitate before mirroring his act and dumping the snow from the extra buckets onto the ground and jumping in. It wanted to scream. They were going to kill each other, and it could do nothing with only its water.

The blue human seemed to realize that Pearl would not be backing down her gaze or remove herself from the snow, and pulled himself out, looking away from her. Pearl only giggled in response, in that same, haunting way she had before.

She gave the two she was with a smile, either not noticing or not caring about the way they seemed to flinch back at the way it stretched just a little bit too wide, before taking off in a skip towards where her soulmate had been. He met her halfway, but he did not meet her smile. 

The bucket may not have enjoyed the man with a cat, but this human was someone that it truly hated. He had broken up with Pearl without even trying to hear her out. And even now, seeing the way that betrayal had broken her he continued to be nothing but cruel. Baiting her yet again into the snow, confessing to purposely getting hit with an axe to hurt her, and running her out of his house in the middle of the mob-filled night while calling her his “crazy ex” like he wasn’t the one who hurt her. 

When she ran away from him, the bucket spilled slightly, leaving a puddle of water across the floor of his house. The bucket sincerely hoped he would trip on it.

~○❤○~

After once again locating Tilly, Pearl had calmed, if only slightly. She continued her tower and talked to anyone that wouldn’t push her away. The man with the dog ears and his soulbond with the cape even seemed to be nice, if more than a little wary of Pearl’s strange behavior. 

Tilly had seemed more than a little wary of them too–Pearl had to stop the dog from eating the caped one’s foot when he got a little too close to her–and though the bucket didn’t understand why, it put it on edge.

Then, as Pearl tried to prank the duo by “stealing” their horse, disaster struck them. Since starting their conversation it had turned to night, and the dog-eared man, unawares, had looked into the eyes of an enderman. Before Pearl could even react or try to save them, they were gone. 

The guilt was almost immediate as Pearl dashed up, collecting the items of her fallen friends from where they had been killed. Her ‘soulmate’ and his half-zombie friend tried to take their things as she did, and they were lucky in that moment that the Pearl had left Tilly inside to guard the base from other mobs, because the bucket was sure the dog would’ve been a lot quicker to go for their legs. 

When they left, Pearl finished gathering the other two’s things and put them in a chest, sitting on its lid to prevent anyone else from stealing its contents. But when the dog-eared and caped one finally arrived to retrieve their things, there was no gratitude for that at all.

“Pearl! You are an evil demoness. You came with evil in your heart!” In an instant she reeled back, and the bucket could see in that moment a devastation that echoed that of her soulmate leaving her behind. Just like then, she tried to protest but they were drowned out by the angered shouts of the dog-eared man. And also just like then, it wished it could protest too. She didn’t do anything wrong! She wanted to help you out! She even faced off her awful soulmate for you!

“There is something wicked within you. You’re banished from Box. You’ve cost two lives!” She had nothing to do with that! Her eyes didn’t look at the enderman, that was you! 

Though it all rang horribly familiar to it, unlike before Pearl didn’t collapse to the ground, or even let a tear shed as she left their base. No, all she did was walk away, eyes glued to the ground as she navigated effortlessly to a place that it had come to know quite well.

The bucket felt nothing but the same cold as Pearl’s as she emptied it of water and filled it with the same bitter snow as the rest of the buckets at her side. 

[wanderingandfound]

Sleep deprived to the point of giving myself chest pain (literal) and raw emotions (figurative). So how do I spend my Friday night? Collecting stats for the tournament blog while watching copaganda? Read a book cover to cover while enjoying the evening breeze? Or scroll through two days worth of my tumblr dash on my phone while lying on the cement porch outside (what I'm currently doing)?