#starry creek

[thetownofstarrycreek]

Please stop snooping at unmarked graves. Sometimes things need to be forgotten.

#punk and pastel #starry creek #surreal #spilled ink #writing #my writing #original writing #original content #ghosts #undead

[starwritesficsandstuff]

Hey, idk if you still do this, but after the Craig of Future episode, any headcanons for the main four? It'd be interesting to here!

Absolutely!

Craig

First of all, there was no falling out/drifting apart of the main four. Craig was the one who actually put the most effort into keeping the group together after they grew out of the creek. That's not to say the others didn't try, it's just that Craig is the best at time management.

Probably did have a thing for Wildernessa for a bit, but it quickly became clear to them that they were better off as just friends. The break-up was mutual and relatively painless.

After his commission for Bad Moves, his art got pretty popular among the local area and fans of bands around the same genres as Bad Moves. He ended up getting a lot more commissions!

Becomes a geography major in college with a minor in graphic design, with aspirations to be a cartographer.

Definitely passes those classes with flying colors.

Kelsey

Kelsey and Stacks stay together, naturally. Everyone who went to high school with them regards them as high school sweethearts who actually made it.

After Wildernessa breaks up with Craig, she ends up hanging out with them a lot.

Wildernessa probably ends up joining their relationship, and it works out really well!

Kelsey's wrestling career doesn't really go anywhere after she graduates high school, but she doesn't mind!

Stays besties with Maya forever pretty much.

In college, she was an English major.

Writes books with Stacks and Wildernessa. Stacks is the only full time author of the three, though.

Wildernessa becomes a veterinarian and is a wildlife activist basically he entire life.

Kelsey ends up working for a pet store. She works her way up to management, and works alongside Wildernessa to give the pet store a total overhaul that makes the animals' living conditions better.

JP

Still together with Maney because I'm a sucker for them.

Still in contact with an abnormal amount of people he used to go to the creek with. Obviously, Bobby comes into the smoothie store, but he also still has the contacts for Raj and Shawn, the champions somehow (he doesn't remember ever getting their numbers), Kit, Jason, Sparkle, Canonball, Handlebarb, Sewer Queen, and the Secret Kid (also doesn't know how he got this number).

It's basically common knowledge that if you need to get into contact with someone, JP is your man.

Still an insanely funny guy, but with more common sense now.

In college, he just did his general studies. He could never decide on a major.

He did get back into Hockey for a bit in college. He could have gone into sports with how he played, but he wasn't interested in playing professionally. He did get a scholarship out of it, though.

Ends up being a mechanic that works on cars.

Omar

Often can be seen hanging out with Maya and Kelsey, and whoever else Kelsey brings along with her.

If he's not with them, he's either at the smoothie shop with JP and David, or hanging out with Craig.

Always had a crush on Craig, but didn't want to interfere with Craig and Wildernessa when they were together, so he just kept it to himself.

It still took him a loooong time to muster up the courage to confess his feelings to Craig.

Obviously, they get together.

Still thinks JP is funnier than Craig. Craig is so mad about it.

Dresses so much better than he did in Craig to the Future.

Went to trade school instead of college. He went into the carpentry field.

He made his own bow and arrow using what he learned in school. He kind of fell out of archery during high school due to needing to focus more on his studies, but when he goes out with some friends who are super into archery to try it again, they're all impressed with how skilled he is with the bow.

#Poly rights! #Idk if making a bow and arrow using carpentry skills makes sense but bear with me #headcanon #craig of the creek #cotc #cotc headcanons #starry talks about not writing

[paisleywraith]

Kiss under the stars. 

#SP Creek #craig x tweek #tweek x craig #Craig Tucker #Tweek Tweak #Smoochin your Barbarian King under the starry sky #That's peak romance for an ex-thief

[sopibopi]

Heyho, I'm new on Tumblr :3 Here's a little cleaned-up doodle of Craig Tucker, that I made a few days ago :3 I also added a video of me drawing it, hope you guys like it

#south park #south park fanart #craig tucker #sp tweek #sp creek #doodle #speedart #starry #sp fanart #south park art

[filet-o-feelings]

December Prompts - Day 11 (stars)

Patrick and Johnny are both beaming as the loves of their lives continue their ridiculous tradition despite the holiday party consisting only of the Brewer and Rose families, including Stevie, of course.

It’s a small, intimate gathering for the first Christmas at David and Patrick’s new home, but Moira insists that they don’t allow tradition to be left behind, so David digs out the hair straightener and warms up his vocal chords and joins his mother for a very exclusive performance of the number.

Patrick is pretty sure Stevie is already a full bottle of wine in and is giggling with his mother not so quietly despite the looks Moira is giving them, desperate for the attention of two fifths of her audience. Judging by the volume of her laughter and the redness in her cheeks, Marcy isn’t far behind.

Johnny leans over and whispers to Patrick, “How did we get so lucky?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Rose, we reached for the stars and they somehow agreed to marry us.”

“They certainly are stars, aren’t they?”

As Moira and David continue singing and dancing, clearly enjoying the spotlight, even if that is only the focused attention of their designated grapes and the occasional acknowledgement from Stevie, Marcy, and Clint, Patrick agrees; they shine brighter than any other star he’s had the pleasure of being in the presence of.

[Read on AO3]

#december prompts #schitt's creek fanfic #david x patrick #I struggled with this one but I'm happy with how it turned out #even if it's another short one #I wanted to write something that wasn't super similar to starry night

[starry-creek]

some people go to utah, others finally reunite with their best friend after weeks of longing only to find him changed, angry and thoughtful, before he shoves you to your death and resets your life on to a better path

#dsmp lore #cwilbur #cquackity #cslimecicle #wilbur soot #quackity #slimecicle #starry-creek

[me11owart]

I decided to make a Tumblr since Twitter is being weird. Here is some Creek fanart I made.

#south park #south park creek #starry night #art #south park fanart

[generateaworld]

a dark ominous old forest at night with a staircase, small creek, scattered stones and grass, ground fog, coherent, dark shadows, sharp focus, bright colorful wild flowers, oak trees, pine trees, digital painting, baroque painting, highly detailed, starry sky, straight lines, Sofonisba Anguissola, Anne Mccaffrey, Andreas Achenbach, Yoshiyuki Tomino

#dark ominous old forest #small creek #dark shadows #wild flowers #oak trees #pine trees #baroque painting #starry sky #Sofonisba Anguissola #Anne Mccaffrey #Andreas Achenbach #Yoshiyuki Tomino

[plathski]

mitski / vincent van gogh

#moonstone's word webs #word webs #word weaving #mitski #puberty 2 #retired from sad new career in business #laurel hell #bury me at makeout creek #starry night #the sower #sower with setting sun

[devine-acension-831]

"I'd just like to sit with you, just you and I.. just breathing the same air. Sitting and watching the stars, maybe a little chit chat... but mostly just silence, feeling your warm, tender body next to me. I'd really like that, hearing the wind in the trees and rustling through the tall grass.. maybe some crickets playing the tune of night life.. hearing animals rustle in the forest close by, frogs croaking, maybe the soft trickle of a creek. That sounds divine.. being in nature with you is the ultimate aphrodisiac."

@devinetheory-2 💜831.7💚

#creek #mother nature #nature #one with nature #outside #crickets #frog #grass #looking at the stars #starry night #stars #nighttime #relationship goals #couple goals #our precious conversations #talking #companionship #always and forever #couples #i love you #forever yours #kisses #forest #animals #it's windy outside #green witch #magical life

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

(i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) ; bonus part)

kenjaku rests on a tatami mat, admiring the ephemeral glow of the starry sky.

it’s a sight to behold, truly: the infinity within it, blooming endlessly across the milky way, before his very eyes. that swirling of indigo and pure white. endless possibilities, just out of reach — so close he can almost reach out and touch them, feel them glide across the skin of his fingertips.

slowly and sweetly, savouring the cold air, he ponders. legs crossed, hair swaying gently in the summer breeze; about this, and about that. about a plan that’s been resting in the back of his mind for thousands of years.

he wonders if there is any way you could be of use to him. 

without too much contemplation needed, he decides that there isn’t. that nothing about you could benefit his goal, that there’s nothing your presence could possibly accomplish. that you have no place, in the world he resides in, no place in the narrative of the story he is crafting. no place in the clash between curses and sorcerers and everything in between.

(and kenjaku understands, without needing to peek into his host’s memories, that perhaps that is exactly why suguru geto loved you.)

he goes to visit you, anyway. just for the fun of it, just to satisfy the ingrained urge his body has to do so. and it’s fascinating, it truly is — the fondness that sprouts in the confines of his chest when his eyes meet yours. a childhood muscle memory, one this body could never fully rid itself of. 

it is nothing short of horrified, the expression on your face; you look like you could pass out any second, and kenjaku finds it just a little bit amusing. 

but he bites back a laugh, and his lips curl up into a smile. not the smile of a people-pleaser, nor the smile of a liar, but the smile of something rather monstrous.

kenjaku does not think you will figure him out. he does not think it possible. how could you possibly? with such miniscule cursed energy, without any concept of the soul? 

and yet you do.

you tell him that he isn’t suguru geto, and you’re absolutely right. and now, kenjaku is maybe just the slightest bit intrigued.

(how strange. how amusing.

is there really no limit to what love can accomplish?)

eyes shining with barely contained, gleeful curiosity, he takes a step forward, and you call out for a dead man. a ghost. kenjaku does not expect anything to happen, because how could it?

— a hand comes up to squeeze at his throat.

it is a firm grip, with strangulation as its intended purpose. a lethal kind of ferocity. almost desperate, primal, like a mother wolf protecting her cub; the pads of his lithe fingers press into the sides of his own esophagus, and prevent any air from entering his lungs. those chipped nails dig into his pale skin, vicious and ruthless, hard enough to draw blood.

it is violent, it is gritty, it is devoted. an instinct of the body, as natural as the beating of a heart.

kenjaku can’t help it — he chokes on a laugh, as suguru’s hand curls around his throat. within the vice grip lies an old promise, molded into the very fabric of his being. a promise that transcends death.

he’ll protect you forever. 

kenjaku smiles, all teeth. drool dribbling down his chin, neck bruised and bloodied. pondering; about this, and about that. about two children by a dusty summer creek.

(no matter what, huh?

— such a fool.)

#suguru is so mother wolf coded to me #kenny meeting gojo in shibuya after this n immediately getting choked out again LMAOO #“why is ur neck so bruised” “how abt we stop talking for a little while :)” #i was gonna put this part in the fic at first but i feel like the pov shift from geto->reader->kenny wouldve been too abrupt…. #so i just. made a bonus thingie…. if ur reading this!! i love u !!!! tysm for reading u mean the world to meeee <33

[thetownofstarrycreek]

Please stop trying to fight the psychic raccoons, we're not sure if they have rabies.

#starry creek #surreal #spilled ink #writing #my writing #original writing #original content #raccoons #psychic #rabies

[starwritesficsandstuff]

How do you think Sparkle Cadet would react to Feenie being being form a linage of Magical girls?

I honestly have so many thoughts on Feenie and Sparkle in particular, but to keep it short and sweet, Sparkle Cadet thinks that Feenie being a magical girl is so cool! I bet that Sparkle Cadet is already well aware of the Fleecity family, both because of their fame (or at least historical significance, but they're probably considered famous in the EE universe?) and because of her interest in the subject. She makes Phoenica tell it from her perspective anyway because she wants to hear the stories from an actual Fleecity's perspective. Phoenica usually isn't too keen on being asked about it because she just has had to retell this story millions of times already, but its actually fun with Sparkle because she actually has a lot to say about the subject and brings her own insights to the conversation. Feenie ends up feeling so much better about having to be the next to fulfill a magical duty afterwards.

This wasn't short at all, as per usual, but yknow.

#epithet erased #craig of the creek #cotc #crossover #sparkle cadet #pheonica fleecity #ask answered #starry talks about not writing

[soulless-computerbug]

Toby:

Oak, birch, aspen trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the rush of the north wind. Babbling brooks and creeks, a trout jumping and splashing on the surface. Campfires, woodsmoke, ash and dust rising from a glowing plume into the starry night. Bonfires. House fires. Dumpster fires in the cold icy streets. Car exhaust and drunk drivers on empty lonely highways, flat energy drinks in the cup holders. The sound of splitting wood, cracking ice, falling stone. Granite sparkling in the dusk light. Icy cold fingertips pressed against your palm, nails gently biting your skin.

Kate:

Stale cigarette smell in old musty carpet. The clack of billiard balls against each other, quiet chatter and laughter, low blues music crackling through old speakers. Blues, classic rock, hard rock, headbanging to old punk music in the car with your friends, parked in the lot after a highschool game. Smiling so wide your cheeks ache. Pounding throbbing feet on concrete, the rough grooves of brick and mortar under your nails. The chokehold of terror in your chest, the moon through douglas firs and redwood trees. February breeze at 3am, cold air seeping under your jacket, the flannels of your pants. Cold fingers, cold toes, steaming hot water that stings like pure bliss. The taste of medicine that follows the ringing of an alarm.

Cody:

Larks and robins at 5am. The smell of black coffee and old books, the rustle of papers and shuffle of feet. Linoleum tile under leather doc marten soles. Rye grass and blue river water, stormy gray skies. The thwap of latex gloves against your wrist like a second skin. Bubbling, fizzing, foaming, colors shifting from green to gray to blue to orange. Apple slices as you scratch note after note onto old notebook paper. Losing your voice after screaming for hours, dull migraines and illusory palinopsia. Lyssavirus, crutzfeldt-jakobs disease, marburgvirus, all neatly labeled in perfect little vials. Lying in wait.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #kate the chaser #kate millens #cody mccaffrey #x virus #my posts #scb stuff #my writing #liam mccaffrey

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Since Taylor seems to be confused about what Mary's Song (Oh My My My) is, I put together a comprehensive list of potential mashups or pairings she could use during surprise song o'clock. Hope this helps 🫶

She said, (dear reader) I was 7 and you were 9. I hit my peak at 7. The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children. I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky. Love you to the moon and to Saturn. The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo. I've never seen nobody shine the way you do. He's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky. The pretty lights. One night a few moons ago, I saw specks of what could have been lights but it might just have been you. I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you. And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love. Up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush. And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes. When you're on the phone and you talk real slow 'cause it's late and your mama don't know. And said "oh my, my, my." (My, my, my, my.)

Take me back to the house in the backyard tree. Please picture me in the trees. In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords. Friday night beneath the stars in a field behind your yard. Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me, you never did. Hey Dorothea do you ever stop and think about me? Down in the park, honey, making a lark of the misery. You would break your back to make me break a smile. We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be, the mischief, the gift wrapped suburban dreams. Take me back when our world was one block wide. We had this big, wide city all to ourselves. When I'm feeling alone, you remind me of home. I didn't choose this town; there's just one who could make me stay all my days. I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you. I've been loving you for quite some time; I just like hanging out with you all the time. Just two kids, you and I. You throw your head back laughing like a little kid. Like a child when our eyes meet. At 14 there's just so much you can't do. When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them.

(Next chapter) I was 16 when suddenly I wasn't that little girl you used to see. 16 and wild. A teenage couple in the driveway, holding hands on the way to a dance. I'm crazier for you than I was at 16. Teal was the color of your shirt when you were 16 at the yogurt shop you used to work at to make a little money. The kind of radiance you only have at 17. But your eyes still shined like pretty lights. Your eyes look like coming home. Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night. And our daddies used to joke about the two of us. Any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored, 'cause my heart is yours. They never believed we'd really fall in love. Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. Sun sinks down, no curfew, twenty questions, we tell the truth. You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out, you are in love, true love. Not trying to fall in love, but we did like children running. And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes. And your mama's waiting up, and you're thinking he's the one. And said "oh my, my, my." "Oh my, love is a lie," shit my friends say to get me by.

Take me back to the creek beds we turned up, 2am riding in your truck. 2am, in your car. Just a boy in a Chevy truck that had a tendency of getting stuck on back roads at night. And all I need is you next to me. Everything I need is right here by my side. I'll be summer sun for you forever. Take me back to the time we had our very first fight, the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight, you stayed outside till the morning light. I remember that fight, 2:30am as everything was slipping right out of our hands, I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street; you took me by surprise, you said "I'll never leave you alone." This love is worth the fight. You fight, then you talk. When we had that fight out in the rain, you ran after me and called my name, I never wanna see you walk away. Oh my, my, my. My heart, my hips, my body, my love.

A few years had gone and come around. Our coming of age has come and gone. We were sitting at our favorite spot in town. I love my hometown. This place is the same as it ever was. And you looked at me, got down on one knee. And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go. I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. I wanna teach you how forever feels.

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle. Church bells ring, carry me home, rice on the ground, looks like snow. I want you for worse or for better. There you'll stand, next to me, all at once, the rest is history. Our whole town came and our mamas cried. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe. I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school when I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you. You said "I do" and I did too. I vowed I will always be yours. I'm so in love that I might stop breathing. You and me forevermore. Take me home where we met so many years before. I find myself running home to your sweet nothings. Barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings that became my religion. Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. It's been 2190 days of our love blackout. Floors of a cabin creaking under my step. Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm. He feels like home. I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years. I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway. We'll rock our babies on that very front porch. Your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight, your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light. Give you my wild, give you a child. We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream. After all this time, you and I. Time, mystical time. I've been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night, now I see daylight.

I'll be 87, you'll be 89. Long story short, I survived. Time breaks down your mind and body, don't you let it touch your soul; I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray. All my days, I'll know your face. I'll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky. When Emma falls in love, it's all on her face, hangs in the air like stars from outer space. Oh my, my, my, my.

#i did it i remade it 😭 #actually. its longer this time skdhskfbjs #now after that entird debacle. you better appreciate this 🤺 #mary's song #taylor swift #taylor swift debut #marys song #surprise songs #the eras tour

[shivada-jade]

The Greatest Showman lyney x reader

Masterlist

01. A Million Dreams

Lyney’s periwinkle eyes stared at the magician performing on the streets. His starry eyes envisioned himself as the one with the top hat. Making others have their jaws drop and clap excitedly. He wondered if he could ever do the same, maybe even more.

He was about to clap along with the small crowd the magician brought in but was interrupted by his twin.

“Brother, we’re going to be late.” Lynette stood by Lyney’s side and followed his gaze to the street performer. She took note of the cards 

Lyney sighed and picked up the heavy luggage. He nodded and reluctantly left his sights on the great magician. Soon, the sounds of the city were gone. The clamorous noise of stagecoaches and hollering for business were soon replaced with the sounds of the rustling sounds of the grass moving with the feathery feeling of the wind.

The twins’ beaten down shoes jumped over creeks and gravel roads. There was a distinct smell of nature around; the kind of smell you recognize under trees when hiding from the sun. Lynette offered to take the luggage in Lyney’s hand. He would only laugh and pull the scratched up bag closer to him.

“Now why would I give it to you when our destination is already in my sight?” He teased her. His eyes swept across the Victorian inspired house. One of the bigger windows placed on the side of the door had someone continuously glimpsing outside while someone taller, presumably older, would nag them and come back with a teapot.

Lyney was about to comment about, but Lynette had already made her way to the grand steps to the arched door. Lyney quickly followed and cleared his throat when it opened.

“Afternoon, sir! I’m Lyney” He placed a hand over his chest upon introducing himself. He gestured to his sister. “This is my sister, Lynette. We’re here from the House of Hearth. You commissioned us to tailor a suit or two?”

The House of Hearth; an orphanage dedicated to enable children to develop life skills and make connections by sending them to commissions. Most people that commission are the wealthy, hoping that by chance the head of the orphanage would visit. Commissioning people from the House of Hearth is almost a political tool to be able to gain the trust of the Arlecchino, a powerful politician. But finding her was always proven futile.

“You’re late.” The man with a stout face opened the door for them wider. His eyes wandered as if looking for a third person. He grunted when seeing no one else. The twins stepped in. Lynette silently observed the tall ceilings and the marble floor entrance.

“I do apologise!” Lyney let out a polite laugh. “Now where shall we begin our job?”

“This way.”

Lynette was the first to follow. She forcefully grabbed the luggage out of Lyney’s hands so she could open it and grab the measuring tape and pin needles. She disappeared behind the man. Lyney had no worries for Lynette. They were used to dividing their work to make things quicker.

Lynette does the measuring, the numbers and the noting down. She did it skillfully. On the other side, Lyney did the flair. The designs and wow factor. It was his specialty, something he prided himself in. Naturally, when Lynette meticulously started working, Lynette slinked around the manor much like a sneaky feline.

His fingers ran over the dust on expensive looking vases and trinkets. He wandered off around the house. His wandering only stopped when his ears picked up voices on the other end of the hall.

“Young master, I am deeply disappointed with your manners as of late.”

“The hibiscus tea doesn’t taste… pleasant. We’ve been sipping tea for hours. Why can’t I just…”

Lyney curiously sauntered in the hall and peered inside the room. He noticed two people. One with a stern face and one with a tired expression. He didn’t mean to pry, honest.

“Why can’t I just drink tea normally?” The younger sounding voice continued. “It’s not like the hibiscus will taste better if I straighten my back and tilt it at a forty five degree angle.”

Lyney sniggered. He made eye contact with the complainer. He said nothing but grabbed a small, empty vase on the shelf nearby and tilted it upwards towards his lips at a forty five degree angle, as if mocking the whole tea situation. However what he didn’t suspect was that the vase had water in it. It splashed all over his face. His jaw went slack and his widened eyes searched around for something he could use to hide his mess.

But the other already noticed Lyney’s mistake and almost spat their tea out.  They covered their laugh with a fist and started choking. They excused themselves from the little tea lecture and walked a little faster than normal to Lyney.

The young clothes designer chuckled. “Skipping tea time, Hibiscus?”

“That’s not my name.” They rolled their eyes and gave them a pointed look. “I’ll help you clean before my father arrives and checks out what’s going on.”

“You don’t like Hibiscus? What about Oolong as a nickname, huh?”

They let out a deep sigh to show him their fake tiredness of his antiques. They said their name and Lyney only nodded with a mischievous quirk of the lips. “Ah, I’d prefer to call you Hibiscus. Quite matching. The sweetest tea I know.”

My Dearest, Hibiscus,

You had to pause a moment, reading just the introduction to the letter. Your fingers traced over it once and you tsked. The comma placement was quite interesting. Letters had always been sent back and forth as your father forbade you from seeing a commoner like him, but never was Lyney bold enough to start it off like this. You laughed quietly to yourself and sat at the corner of your bed. 

Lynette and I have been faring as well as we can. The House of Hearth is no longer able to support us, because of that, commissions are scarce. Father was kind enough to refer us to the Fatui. Lynette and I might have to go into the Fatui to be able to support ourselves. I’ll still send you letters.

I’ll return.

I don’t have much more ink to write with, so I’ll end it off with a short message for you:

Surprise in the mansion.

Your dearest,

Lyney

You folded the paper and tucked it away under your bed. You soundlessly left your front door and took your shoes.

You followed the trail up to the mansion a little ways away from your own. The gravel was dark due to the rain before. The smell of pine wafted in the air. You reached an iron gate covered with vibrant vines and climbed over it. The boots made a thump when it hit the ground covered with fallen leaves.

The grand door of the mansion was pushed open. The empty rooms that passed by reminded you of the times you spent here with Lyney where your imaginations would know no bounds. Every room had a purpose: entertainment, wonder, excitement.

The dusty attic latch was unbolted and cracked. The attic was where most of the sensational magic planning went into. Lyney would stand in the middle of the ageing wood.

You could vividly remember dragging Lynette to come and watch when Lyney thought he was ready to perform his trick after practicing so much with you. Both of you giggling at many of Lyney’s failed attempts at simple card tricks.

You placed the ace of hearts back in the middle of the deck and Lyney shuffled it. He smirked smugly and pulled out a four of spades. “Is this your card?”

“Hidden talent! Hidden talent!” You cheered with your hands cupped to your mouth. “Keep it hidden!”

Lyney groaned and pulled out another card. “Is this your card?”

His twin smiled with her hands laced in front of her lap like a noble woman. “Ah. More. Do more.”

Lyney took this as encouragement and beamed. “Did I get it?!”

“More practice.” Lynette finished. She gleefully watched as you cackled at her joke and try to comfort Lyney.

“You two are a terrible audience.” Lyney complained. “One day, I’ll be the greatest magician.” He pulled out a book with steps on how to do simple tricks. Your lips quirked upwards as you sided up next to him trying to help break down the process of the card trick.

You wouldn’t mind living in simplicity like this.

You smiled at the memory. He never did manage to get your card right in the end. Your legs automatically went to a small stool as if you were preparing to sit in an audience. The stool wasn’t empty and you had to roll your eyes.

A single rainbow rose and a signature card with a cat on the cover.

Your hands picked up the flower. You spun it around by fiddling the stem between your fingers. Your other hand picked up the card and flipped it over, revealing the ace of hearts.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #lyney #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic