Thank you seb for the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. I’ve loved every bit of it too. ❤️
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i'm foaming at the mouth I MISSED HIS RAMBLING SO BAD
like. i'm always just so in awe how passionate, how determined, how excited Dream is, it's so damn admirable and i love that for him.
and it's so sweet (and relatable ngl) that he wants to share this excitement with us even if it's prematurely and oughhh :(((
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i won't lie i think it's very funny (in. in a sad way) if most of the chain are having a good time during lu. like, they're hanging out with these other guys who actually GET them in a way almost no one else can, and they don't have to do all the fighting by themselves for once, and they're eating great food all the time and so on. sure, some of them miss their families or homes or whatever, and obviously they sometimes get hurt and have bad experiences, but for the most part they're all chilling.
...and then there's sky. sky, who during the entire thing is absolutely haunted by the fact that all of these people have suffered so much because of him. pretty much all of them began their quests as children, and it was his fault. sky, who doesn't say a word about the curse to anyone, who keeps all his guilt and horror and self-loathing locked up tight inside his chest. every time someone alludes to a traumatic event-even when they're just making a joke-sky has to look away for a moment to compose himself. because that trauma was his fault, too. it only happened because he failed.
he loves the other links just as much as any of them do. he also sees them as his family. but he can only forget himself and actually have a good time briefly, because he'll see time's eye or wild's scars and suddenly remember that he was the one who doomed them all.
(and you would never guess how he's feeling, how he's constantly being crushed under the massive weight of his guilt. he's always sleeping or talking about sun or carving or playing his harp. he seems so peaceful, so happy. he suffers so much, but he suffers in silence. after all, he doesn't deserve to tell anyone how he feels. not when it's all his fault.)
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scrolling through my personal mclennon tag as prep for now and then (i am still definitely going to be a mess)
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im just thinking about rainy days in Liyue, foul legacy has his head buried in your neck while you're cooking dinner and purr because you feel warm and safe when the sky is dark and the rain is loud </3 with time he will learn to love these rainy days because it mean cozy time in his blankets nest with you and he falls in love even harder when you're sleepily hugging him while falling asleep to the sound of rain against the window and him loudly purring. Sometimes he see you smile in your sleep, if he knew it was due to him being in your dream mothman would probably cry happy tears!
i cant remember if you already wrote something like that but i got this nightly thought and it helped me fall asleep so i wanted to share with u <3 i hope you're doing well!
as someone who lives in a place that's almost ALWAYS rainy i approve of this SO much
if you had work that day, you come home with a wet coat and shoes, shaking droplets of water from your hair as Foul Legacy bounds downstairs to greet you. no matter how difficult or annoying the endless documents and questions were, a wide smile would always grow on your face when Legacy scooped you into a hug, chirping and trilling with delight. he's been waiting for you all day!! waiting for the moment he could curl around you and rest his head in your lap, protected from the thunderous rain outside
it's strange- when you're with him, everything seems a bit brighter. where before he saw only windows being beaten by the storm outside, now he sees every droplet of water glimmering like a crystal, slowly sliding down the glass as you sigh happily and nestle closer. even when you're asleep you desire to be as close as possible, gently curling your hands into Foul Legacy's lilac fluff. it's so warm and cozy next to him, and even in slumber you have a small, familiar smile on your face as he bumps his forehead against yours, purring soothingly so you sleep even better. perhaps he'll even meet you in your dreams tonight- although this moment seems to be a very lovely dream already <33
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Thade Adventures: Parkour
OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat, Caladea Ores-Pabat, and Pirianus Orech-Pabat
Words: 500
Content warnings: heights, getting kinda made fun of in front of your crush
Taglist: @vacantgodling
“Do you think it’s possible to parkour all the way down to the ground floor from here?” Thade said, leaning against the railing at the edge of the open space that cut all the way down to said ground floor.
“Maybe,” Caladea said, barely looking up from her phone.
He grinned. “You think I should try?”
She looked up for real. “No, you can’t parkour.”
“I can totally parkour,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms so that his hips rested against the top of the railing. He brought one sandaled foot up between his hands—he wasn’t going to go further than crouching on the rail, because he couldn’t parkour, but his foot slipped out from under him and his arms betrayed him and he found himself bent double over the railing, clinging to the slats, his feet barely skimming the carpet. The fourth floor suddenly looked very high up.
“Okay, I take it back,” he said. “Can you help me?” If he’d been with anyone but Caladea, they probably would have left him there to think about his actions for a while, but she came over right away to haul him back up by his pants waistband. Which would have worked if he hadn’t chosen this moment to be wearing sweatpants. Instead of helping, she just pulled down his pants, and he suspected also his boxer briefs.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said like it was an accident, but she was also giggling.
“Callie, you better not be filming this.”
“I’m not.” Giggle giggle. She must be, because she certainly wasn’t helping him. He kicked his legs a little bit and felt a cold rush of fear as he shifted forward on the rail. Well, this was fine. He could just work his way back up the slats with his hands, and he would eventually slide back onto the floor. It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be faster. He’d hardly started when he felt familiar rough-edged hands on his hips and he was ungraciously pulled back upright. As his blood stopped pooling in his head, he beheld Pirianus standing there, frowning as always. That is, until Caladea showed him something on her phone, and he cracked a tiny blue-edged smile.
“Thanks,” Thade said with zero gratitude, pulling up his stupid sweatpants. Before he could escape these two chucklefucks, though, Caladea turned her phone on him, and he was met with a photo of himself stranded over the rail, his panicked face looking through the slats, and his hairy asscrack surrounded by ironic hearts and sparkles. Across the top was the word PARKOUR flanked with party poppers and flames.
“Great, thank you,” he said with a fake smile. It should have been funny. He should have been laughing—he could take a joke at his expense any day of the week—but instead he felt his cheeks burning. “I’ll get that put on my calling cards.”
He didn’t look at her or Pirianus as he walked away.
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