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heymrspatel · 6 months

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ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

#you struck a chord clearly ladskjf hit close to home... i almost instantly knew what i wanted to say but took forever #bc i feel inadequate and imposter-ish when writing but here i am... rambling. why is this so long? bye.#is the grammar shit? is there a typo? is this dumb? i pretend i do not see #tw body image #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #anon #asks #j ramble drabbles

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katsigian · 4 months

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── ⁺⭒*˖₊☽ ⁺˖ ᴏᴄ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ˖⁺ ☾₊˖*⭒⁺ ──

I was tagged to fill out some OC associations by @cetra thank you! ♡ this took me a while to get to, I apologize, but I had a lot of fun filling it out!

─── ⁺ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ: ꜱɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀꜱ. ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ꜱɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ɢᴏʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɴᴇᴏɴ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴇᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ: ꜱɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟʟᴇʙᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ.

─── ⁺ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: 8, 18, 98 (ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛʟʏ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 8'ꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋ).

─── ⁺ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʙʏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ, ʙᴇʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴀɴᴛᴀ ꜰᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴀʟꜱᴇʏ, ᴜɴꜱᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱʟɪᴘᴋɴᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴍɪʀ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜʀɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ + ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ + ɴꜰᴡᴍʙ ʙʏ ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ, ᴀqᴜᴀ ʀᴇɢɪᴀ ʙʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴ, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ʀɪᴀʏᴀ, ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ʙʏ ᴅxʀᴋ, ɪᴍᴍᴀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ᴠɪꜱxɢᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴋᴏʀᴅʜᴇʟʟ, ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛ (ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ. ᴀɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ).

─── ⁺ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘɪɴᴇ, ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ, ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴠᴇᴛɪᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ, ᴍᴜꜱᴋ, ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴛᴏʙᴀᴄᴄᴏ, ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ɢᴜɴ ᴏɪʟ, ɢᴜɴᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

─── ⁺ ɢᴇᴍꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ: ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀᴛᴇ. ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ- ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ. Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏ: ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.

─── ⁺ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʀʙ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴅɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ, ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇɢɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴀꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀꜱɪᴀɴ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟꜱ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ; ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ: ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇꜱ, ɪᴄᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀʙʏ ɢɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏᴅᴋᴀ. ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɢɪɴɢᴇʀ-ʜᴏɴᴇʏ-ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴇᴀ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ (ʀᴇᴀᴅ: ɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ).

─── ⁺ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴀʟᴛʏ, ɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ɪꜱʜ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀʙᴜʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀ. ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ʀᴇꜰʀᴇꜱʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʀᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴀʟᴛ, ʀᴏꜱᴇᴍᴀʀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟɪ ꜰʟᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀꜱɪʟ.

─── ⁺ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ; ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰɪꜱᴛꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅɢᴜɴ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟꜱ. ʟᴀꜱᴛʟʏ, ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅɢᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ - ᴀ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ ᴛʀ88 ʙʏ ᴀɴᴛɪɢᴏɴᴇ ɪɴᴅᴜꜱᴛʀɪᴇꜱ (ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴛɪ ᴘɪᴛ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ)

─── ⁺ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴇ, ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɪʀ. ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ᴀ ꜱᴇᴇᴅʏ, ɢʀᴜɴɢʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅꜱ' ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ. ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ, ʟᴀɪᴅ-ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴇᴄᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ ʙᴀʀ/ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴢʏ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴋʏ: ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪɢᴏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜʏ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ. ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛʟʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ɪꜱʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʜᴅᴊꜱʜ 😅 ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴ.

─── ⁺ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ'ᴅ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ 😅 likely something to do with water or the ocean or maybe darkness.

─── ⁺ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴍᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴇʟꜱ. ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄʜ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜʟᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ꜱᴜʀꜰɪɴɢ/ꜱᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ/ꜱᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ/ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇᴀʀᴍꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴀʀᴛꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: ʙᴀʀᴏqᴜᴇ-ᴇʀᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴍʙʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴀᴠᴀɢɢɪᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴛ ɴᴏᴜᴠᴇᴀᴜ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʀᴛ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴ.

─── ⁺ ꜰᴇᴀʀ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴍᴜʀᴋʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɢɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ʀɪꜱᴇ.

─── ⁺ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛᴇᴍ: ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ɢᴇᴀʀ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴄ ᴠᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ, ᴜᴛɪʟɪᴛᴀʀɪᴀɴ ʟᴇɪꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀ. ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʀᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ: ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴊɪꜱ: 😏☀️🫦

─── ⁺ ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ ʙᴏᴅʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ: ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜɴ, ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ

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