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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver iv - ruggie, rook & lilia

Would you do the world prompt for Lilia, Rook, and Ruggie?

- from Anonymous.

A/N: Hi everyone~ I’ve finally found the time to write again~ Since my last writing were angst pieces, I figured I’d beg for forgiveness by making some more fluff ahahah. I hope you enjoy!

Let’s go!

PS: pardon my French, I just used Google Translate :x

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iii (jamil), ver iv (this), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

After Jade had successfully pulled Floyd off you when the latter eel had tackled you to the ground (who decided it would be a good idea to give that person, 191 centimetres?), you finally entered the main hall of the Mostro Lounge. Upon seeing you, several of the other part timers point out where he went. As you slowly slipped to the back of the hall, you finally caught sight of Ruggie.

He caught your gaze at the edge of his eye, and after sending you a quick, sharp grin, he returned back to his serving the table. After which he came up to you.

“Hey you~” He instinctively leaned down, and brushed his cheek against yours, which you happily reciprocate. He ducked his face into your neck. You felt his nose twitch.

“Did Floyd greet you with another hug?”

“He tackled me.”

“Shishishi. Is that so?” he pulled back, and gave you a grin that--to your worry--did not reach his eyes.

“Ruggie.” you frowned, you had come here not to make him sad--but to cheer him on. Floyd was just... really affectionate with people he liked--and it was impossible to say no to him... Primarily because you were both human and weak against Floyd’s tall form.

“It’s fine.” he smiled, “it’s just a... me thing, I’ll get over it. Sorry.”

You’ve got the feeling that Ruggie thinks you’d stand up and just leave him be--but you didn’t want to do that.

I want you to know--that I chose you--I chose to be with you.

That you are irreplaceable.

That you are priceless.

‘How do I do that..?’ you blinked as you snapped your fingers. Ruggie tilted his head in response, before you looked up and said,

“Hey Ruggie. Here’s a secret~”

His ears twitched in interest, in he leant down to come closer to you.

“I can hold the world in my hands!”

“Haaah?” Ruggie furrowed his brows, “how is that supposed to work? Also I thought you didn’t have magic in your world--”

When he felt your gentle and kind fingers brush against his cheeks, he’s thrown into stupefied silence.

“I’m holding the world.” you pulled him close, hoping he could see the sincere love you had for him in your eyes. “I’m holding my world.”

Ruggie’s eyes widened at your statement, and he immediately sputtered in response.

“Wait--you--”

“You’re priceless to me Ruggie.” you pressed your hands against his cheeks, “you’re so important to me--you’re my world.”

“You--” The blush on his cheeks darkened. “You can’t just... say stuff like that, ya know?”

“I can’t help it.” you said, with a gentle smile, that made his cheeks burn brighter and his heart beat faster. “I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

“Well message received.” he said a little grumpy, “please let me go?”

“You’re not pulling away in the first place.” His ears twitched again, and this time his tail flicked too. You grinned at his silence.

“You...”

“Hm?”

“You’re...” he inhaled, before he exhaled. “You’re important to me too, okay? Don’t... don’t go looking at anyone else.”

“There’s no room in my sight, except for you Ruggie!” you chirped and he groaned again.

‘You’re too cute.’ He thought, as he proceeded to duck into your neck again, and with a breath he’s happy that you smell more like him again.

Rook was sta--I mean... hunting again.

You wish he’d pay attention to you, but he’s there--a dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he stared off into the direction of the botanical garden.

‘Staring at Leona again probably,’ you thought, as you tore your gaze away from Rook’s form for the nth time.

You honestly don’t understand how he could have such sharp eyesight--but honestly, it was way more believable than all the other magic in Twisted Wonderland.

Your eyes naturally trailed off to Rook’s direction, only for him to quickly turn your way. You flinched in surprise, and frantically turn to concentrate down at your book. With a little curse, you noticed that the book you were holding was upside down.

“Ohoh.” you hear Rook let out a soft chuckle, before he slunk his way to the seat across yours. “You’ve been shooting me some upset looks, is something the matter?”

“That’s...” you sighed as you put down your upside down book, and look him in the eye... or well... closed? lids?

Yet another intriguing thing about him that you never really question--but simply accept.

“I...” you struggled with how to phrase it before you settle on an idea. “Hey Rook?”

“Hrm?” Though he was seated across you now, his gaze... or his? closed? eyelids? were still fixed in the direction of the gardens.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.” you declared, and he nodded.

“Is that so?” You huffed in response, and think ‘here goes nothing.’

When Rook felt you gently take his face in your hands, his shut eyelids twitched in surprise to meet your gaze. You had just the slightest tint of red spread across your cheeks.

“Like this.” you said, and he raised a brow, as he wondered what you meant. He furrowed his brows briefly as he attempted to remember what you were talking about.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.”

His eyes slid open in surprise as you met his gaze head on.

“Like this,” you said, your voice strong, “I’m holding the world in my hands.”

Your eyes meet his, and he quickly realized what you’re trying to get across.

My eyes are on you, Rook.

Are your eyes on me?

‘You..’

‘You are... truly...’

“Mon monarque,” he murmured fervently, as he took your hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Monarque de mon coeur...” he whispered softly.

“Rook?”

“I might acknowledge many kings--but you are the one true ruler of my heart.” he finally said in common tongue, which made your cheeks flush red. “Never loose confidence in my love for you, mon monarque!”

You pulled your hands back as your blush began to brighten, but he only squeezed your hands gently, in reassurance.

“Just--don’t forget--” you inhaled. “don’t look away.”

“Mon monarque--how could I?” Rook’s eyes glittered briefly before his eyes shut, and his familiar smile spread across his face. “You who holds my heart--I eagerly watch what you do next~”

Being with someone as older as Lilia, meant that he was mostly the dominant one in the relationship.

It didn’t help that he was incredibly mischievous. He looked to get you all flustered whenever he could.

‘It’s cute’ he said, ‘I can’t resist your cute face after all~’ Of course, this would only set your face on flame even more, and he’d end up laughing about it.

You wondered if there was anything you could do to show him how much you appreciated him. Or at least--could you make his heart race, the way he did to you?

“You seem to be thinking about something very deeply, little dear.” You jolt upright to stare right into Lilia’s red eyes.

He was hanging upside down in the air again.

“Hey Lilia,” you rest your face in between your palms as you look at the fae.

“Yes, little dear?” a familiar wide smile curled his lips, and you leant forward.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Lilia raised a brow at that. He made a quick flip in the air, before he landed in the seat right across you. Once he had sat down, he leant forward too.

“However so intriguing, is this the magic of your world?” Lilia tilted his head, his red eyes shimmered with curiosity.

“I guess you can say that.” you giggled in return, “would you like me to show you?”

“I am all ears, little dear.” You reach forward, and only after a moment of hesitation, you cupped his soft cheeks in both of your hands.

“Like this. I’m holding the world.” you whisper, softly. You look into Lilia’s eyes.

His eyes widened briefly at this--his pupils became rounder for a brief moment, and just the lightest pink blush appeared on his cheeks before his expression quickly changed. He tilted his head in your palms, and he regarded you with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

You blushed from the way he looked at you so intensely.

“Aha... Saying such a thing--to an old man like me,” he reached a hand, his thumb slipped onto your pulse. He shut his eyes as he listened to the way he made your heart leap. His smile grew tender at the rhythm of your heart. “you know this means, I won’t let you go, hm?”

Your blush darkened and you pouted.

“No fair Lilia!”

“On the contrary little dear,” he offered you his other wrist. “feel my heart.”

You hesitate for a moment, before you felt for the rhythm of his heart. It was... it felt like it was coordinating with yours--in the same rapid beat.

“There are little things that surprise me.” he admitted gently, “and even less--are there things that could make my heart race. You’ve always done that for me little dear. Everyday, I anticipate what things you’ll do to make my heart race.”

“Lilia...” you dodged his gaze.

“I’ll tell you another thing little dear~ come closer~” You lean forward, to get another look, but Lilia instead took the opportunity to lovingly brush his nose against yours.

“Lilia!” you pulled back, blush up to your ears at this point.

“I do apologize, little dear. You’re far too adorable!” he chuckled, “you flustering me... my, that was also very cute~ Do it more often~?”

“I’ll keep trying!” you said with a huff, “until your whole face also turns red!”

His smirk widened in response.

“and I’ll look forward to all your attempts... kufufu~”

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motifsinthecity · 4 years

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Favorite Albums: 2019

The decade is ending and we still have lots to do. Many of us entered our careers in this decade and a lot of us are trying to unlearn the internalized compliance that’s been programmed into us, in furtherance of the American Dream. People my age are industry now, so remember, the goal is to always be optimizing.

This is easier said than done as modern life creates a friction between expectations and ourselves. Indeed, it’s getting harder to “be” in a world that demands more time from us—so Lyft home, Blue Apron that dinner, Wayfair that ottoman. It’s only time, money and attention. Do things. Move fast. Party harder. Relentless.

The crash appears inevitable. It’s no wonder the buzz around mindfulness has reached fever pitch. We’re tired of feeling tired but the effort to stay afloat feels impossible.

Oso Oso’s basking in the glow comes at the right time then—a record exploring the small moments of pause that just might allow us to hang on to who we are. Riding the hype and wave from 2017’s excellent the yunahon mixtape, basking… finds solo artist Jade Lilitri taking on the possibility that self-care might just be a desperation cocktail of black humor, unwavering gratitude, and compassion for our past mistakes as we all reach for a sense of where we want to be. What results is a concise 10-track collection of hopeful meditations, oscillating between the left-field emo-pop of Saves the Day, the sincerity of The Hotelier, and the softer grace of pre-cancellation Brand New.

While the yunahon mixtape featured the charm of Lilitri’s one-man DIY grit, basking… now features the Midas touch of producer Mike Sapone, the George Martin of 3rd/4th Wave Emo. For that reason, basking… feels like it’s been fortified by sunlight, which you can feel firsthand on the rippling waves of “intro” to the driving power-pop and soaring harmonies of “the view.” These tracks gleam and shimmer, presenting a real warmth that matches the hope Lilitri is trying to channel. He transfigures this feeling on the album’s title track, aching for something outside himself and reaching for restorative absolution:

These days, it feels like all I know is this phase I hope I'm basking in the glow And these days, it feels like all I know is this phase I hope I'm basking in the glow Is there something bigger I don't know?

Elsewhere, on “dig,” Lilitri is torn between the fear of facts and the prison of fiction as the song dissolves into a sugar bath of angular distortion:

Hard to know what you've been shown When all you're shown are lies Black ink put on this page, above a dotted line Oh, oh Oh, oh

Yeah, there's this hole in my soul So how far do you wanna go? You know I'll give it away if it's what you say This hold, it grows, can you feel it too? I mean if that's what you want It's up to you

A sense of searching permeates throughout basking…, positing that the way out into the light is right through our obstacles. For its generally summer-obsessed aesthetic, basking… doesn’t shy away from the shadows that often fall along our journey of self-discovery. The underwater-mixtape acoustic strum of “one sick plan” finds Lilitri face to face with his undoing, gambling on self-reliance in the face of total annihilation. “priority change” finds Lilitri shedding the notion that being responsible for others’ well-being is the same as setting an example for positive change:

Not quite a saint nor a sinner So don't bother saving no souls And with each year these roads get thinner Don't fear walking them alone

Fearless optimism isn’t anything new for emo in 2019—especially in light of some of 2019s heaviest hitters (Origami Angel’s spasmodic guitar heroics on Somewhere City, the sc-fi doo-wop of Prince Daddy & the Hyena’s fuzzed out Cosmic Thrill Seekers come to mind). basking…, however, takes the approach that it’s not always full steam ahead, boundless energy, and relentless awe at the possibility of living one’s most excellent life. We’re not the Avengers, we’re people, and basking… reflects that struggle with gracious restraint. There are peaks and valleys in our paths and the albums’ back half maintains a sublime exploration of both. “impossible game” might be the album’s pièce de résistance, a jerky, flange-soaked track that finds Lillitri’s falsetto flip from slacker dreams to zen master under a Jimmy Eat World-sized chorus:

So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane

It’s a refreshing take on “trust the process,” but a fervent reminder that we shouldn’t blindly follow some abstraction of bliss. Lilitri bets on a cultivating a meaningful life through self-reliance on our values, from what’s true for ourselves, to be the best version of ourselves. You can’t rush that sort of thing as time and experience are the greatest teachers, but Lilitri gives us the benefit of that hindsight—as well as a strong case for all sage advice to come with a side of twisting guitar lines and two-step drums.

basking… closes with the haunting “charlie” which chronicles the bittersweet end of a relationship, building from twinkling melodies and dusty shuffles towards stutter-stop explosions. Unlike most break-up songs that devolve into this notion that the departed can’t be replaced, Lilitri subverts that trend with the idea that there’s something inevitable about departure, and the thing we miss most is a memory of a feeling. The song provides the perfect capstone for basking…, that we acknowledge grief in the practice of letting go but that we eventually have to disconnect from its stasis if we’re to survive any meaningful change. Ending with a gossamer solo and gauzy keyboards, “charlie” presents Oso Oso at its most vital, displaying for its listeners that simply having the freedom to choose “meaning” versus “comfort” isn’t enough to guarantee happiness. You don’t always have to be brave but you do need conviction to keep going.

Ultimately, basking… leaves us all with the notion that our lives contain infinite possibilities if we’d slow down long enough to realize them. We often get caught up in the game of going further, being better, and living up to the expectations of others, which often means we are the instrument of our own suffering. With basking…, Oso Oso reminds us that maybe, if we quietly listen to ourselves and trust our values, the race we’re running isn’t worth running in the first place. Sometimes, it’s better to take a second and slow down to unlearn what we have learned about the world and about ourselves.

Maybe we’ll come to find there’s less to do than we originally thought, leaving more time for the things that truly matter.

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