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olqueenhudders · 27 days ago
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completelyindependency · 4 months ago
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aypnds9261 · 5 months ago
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veritaoscurata · 9 days ago
God!Darling also wants to adopt Razor and Fischl, because they're good kids and deserve the entire world and I love the adventure trio with all my heart- The family grows as wolf boy and chuunibyou princess are added in. Oz is there too, because Oz is really cool.
This combined with the posts + tags of @nicebonescomrade and @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry and @chocoenvy made me think of the scenario where you and Noire decide to visit Mondstadt alongside Blossom when Bennett is returning to there from one of his visits. You feel like you should make sure all souvenirs get to them this time around + Finally apologize-but-not-really for that last attempted adopting.
At least that's the original plan.
Somehow, someway, the Harbingers and Xiao get to come along because Xiao worries for your well-being having to across multiple nations and the Harbingers are like simply megavelcro on you these days. You've accepted your face.
Poor Bennett's dads sweating mildly throughout the whole dinner, entertaining more guests than they thought they would. Noire does his best to help them unwind but it's hard when you see have Xiao staring into your soul (because he's shy and has no idea how to ask for secodns dfdsjfdsjkn) and you witness Scaramouche and a knife-weilding dendro slime fight for the last of the apple tarts Noire's sister brought had gifted them. Also, Childe needs two chairs combined to sit at the table proper and is surprisingly the most well-behaved because the chaotic but cozy atmosphere reminds him of home.
(No one knows how he's eating with his mask on but he is. He compliments the hashbrowns.)
But oh how turn tables when you find yourself in Wolvendom a few days later, sweating profusely as Andrius solemnly asks you and your consort-mate to look after Razor, seeing you as his best chance to intergrate into society while being accepted for his ways. You feel like you're being given a very serious tasks and promise to do what you can, seeing the way Razor looks at Blossom with bright eyes since you told him Blossom liked him.
Noire is somewhere off to the side, supporting you but also kind of distracted by the pups who are vying for his scritches. He has no problem taking Razor in and pinky promises to deal with anyone back in Sumeru if they try to bother Razor for being Razor.
Later on, you come across Fischl while shopping with Briony and she wants to inform you two that she's learned of her loyal companions being allowed the grace of the Most Esteemed All-Creator of Teyvat and, oh, she does send them good tidings and well-wishes for they have earned their wonderful turn of fate. Most especially Bennett, he of Trial by Fire, for all the shortcomings he was to endure until this fortuitous moment. She only hopes that, by some way, she is still allowed by happenstance and circumstance to spend time with them and-
Oz: She's asking if she can join.
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garcamirigis · 4 months ago
i wonder what types of human-only sickness we will have in the future. maybe we are the only ones who have a hard time when our stomachs don't like the food it should consume. maybe we are the only ones whose brains are broken apart when bad things happen. maybe we are the only ones who become so homesick, we scream into the void, demanding to know where our house is, even though it has been years since we've been living in a spaceship. maybe we are the only ones you'll find laying on the floor filled with grass, touching it and crying, trying to understand where we are but knowing exactly where we are. maybe we are the only ones who will transform everything we see into something resembling a home, and as the sickness grows, maybe one's mouth becomes big and dry for all the many times it screamed, and one's hands become just like grass while the mind crumbles not understanding why. why this place isn't a home to me. why did i come here. why am i still here. and maybe the only way to cure it will be to close the eyes and confine oneself into a place. full of water and things suposed to resemble a home. almost things. and wait. wait for the mind to remember the oceans are not confined to the Earth. to remember this place too resembles It. to remember if one cannot find a home, one shall built with hurt hands and an aching heart.
and maybe this is enough to heal.
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nikkilunalace · 11 days ago
@mindmythorns tagged me for a selfie 💕 thanks for thinking about me!
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I’ll tag @doveandgrenade0154 @southside-slyther1n @dinedwithwolves @half-bakedginger @gabbigabriella @luckycharmsand-soymilk @thetimidtiefling @onlyflowersinhell
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9782f · 5 months ago
north hcs that are clogging my drafts
-there's a small litter of deviated SQ800s that follow north around like puppies
-her hair changes bi-monthly, color length style etc
-she always picks up on connor's weird deadpan jokes and sarcasm, making the rest of the room confused when she laughs
-found combat boots with retractable knifes, wears them until they're ragged and frayed
-because of the regular memory wipes eden androids had she gets the android equivalent of headaches at random
-bullies markus into taking breaks to recharge, "reluctantly" a victim of nap cuddles
-sleeps (charges???) in the oddest positions, legs hanging off of the bed, starfish, upside down, coffin etc
-no one is safe from their clothes being stolen
-while connor is living with hank she'll show up unannounced to watch movies with him, especially between 2-5 am, to hanks dismay
-doesn't really understand hobbies but stares at markus like an enraptured cat while he sketches in the margin of old paperwork
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festivekatnissmellarkkkk · 2 months ago
Hi! Okay, so *another* book comb! This one is gonna be tentatively called : all the times Everlark touched each other’s hair. All the hair touches and caresses and grazes in the series that I found.
He sits there, uncomplaining, while I wash away all the traces of dirt from his hair and skin.
“Katniss,” he says. I go over to him and brush the hair back from his eyes. “Thanks for finding me.”
“Go to sleep,” he says softly. His hand brushes the loose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don’t want him to stop and he doesn’t. He’s still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.
“You have a . . . remarkable memory,” I say haltingly.
“I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
“I am now,” I say.
“I had a dream, though,” I say, thinking back. “I was following a mockingjay through the woods. For a long time. It was Rue, really. I mean, when it sang, it had her voice.”
“Where did she take you?” he says, brushing my hair off my forehead.
“I don’t know. We never arrived,” I say. “But I felt happy.”
“Well, you slept like you were happy,” he says.
When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It’s the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.
Peeta walks me down to my room in silence, but before he can say good night, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. His hands slide up my back and his cheek leans against my hair.
By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots.
I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.
Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. I watch the water as he watches the jungle, which is better for me. I’m still haunted by the voices of the jabberjays, which unfortunately the insects can’t drown out. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair.
In the fluorescent light, the circles under his eyes look like bruises. “There’s still time. You should sleep.” Unresisting, he lies back down, but just stares at the needle on one of the dials as it twitches from side to side. Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn’t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It’s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
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