#the darkest bloom

[annelisreadingroom]

Hi everyone, how was your weekend? The weather was very nice here so I went for walks and had lunch with my friend.

#books #booklr #bookblogger #ya books #book photography #yalit #book photo #books outside #shadowscent #p.m. freestone #the darkest bloom #book and flowers

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Through the Veil: Trollhunters Halloween special

Final chapter! I know it's late, but that can't be helped.

Chapter summary: The kids, Barbara and Strickler, along with Rico, get out of the Darklands. Only Strickler still needs to go back for Eli, Mary and Toby’s bodies, as well as seal the veil.

After, once the remaining four teens are reunited with their parents, they all go to the Lake house to recover with one another.

The invitation is offered to Strickler as well.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #Through the Veil #Halloween special #Jlaire finally is made Canon to the story! The circumstances are sad but even in the darkest situation love can bloom for Jim and Claire #There's more fluff than angst in this chapter #Well compared to the rest of it lol #Minor gore #Necromancy #Walter Strickler #Jim Lake Jr #Claire Nuñez #Barbara Lake #Darci scott #steve palchuk #Stricklake #Jlaire

[vazaha-tya]

One reoccuring concept that is never talked about in depth in Slytherin politics stories that involve a lot of duels (like "ex nihilo" and "hope blooms in the darkest hours" as far as my fics are concerned but also a lot of other writers' works) is that wizards do not feel or understand pain the way muggles do. Why would they, when they can literally vanish and regrow bones? It comes from canon, from the fact that Neville admits his great-uncle threw him out a fucking window, and people just,, accept that.

Weirdly enough, these fics don't do it either, mine included. We accept that the stories are dark and that's what explains the violence and borderline psychopathy of the schoolchildren but we don't necessarily link that to canon and how detached the characters could be with their own pain and others'. The (spoiler alert) amputation scene in ex nihilo isn't more gruesome than many things that happen in canon, but it's been described as Game of Thrones levels of violence and someone asked me to put my fic up for Teens And Up audiences -- which I did, it makes sense. But the framing is different and the lack of reaction to violence is more evident in Slytherin Politics stories than in canon even if it's more or less on the same level. And it's not addressed in either. It's interesting, I think.

Or maybe I'm just rambling about nonsense again, in which case please ignore me.

#am i explaining this right #harry potter #hp #hp thoughts #i dont use the meta tag anymore the people who follow it scare me #ex nihilo!harry potter #ex nihilo au #tya rambles #ex nihilo hp #hope blooms in the darkest hours au

[parasite-paradigm]

From the darkest place flowers begin to bloom...

#darkest place (twitter) #flowers bloom (robot yuri) #robot yuri

[evidoliscomming]

He paused as he saw three people entering the empty corridor. “Hey, Reggie’s there. Reggie!”

He ran ahead, cornering his little brother before he could slip away. He was flanking little Evans’ left as he always seemed to do these days. The other boy with strawberry blond hair and shiny skin was at Evans’ right, eyeing him with a dubious expression. Sirius approved. Protecting their more vulnerable friend was a good choice. He was a bit peeved at being considered a threat, though.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤhope blooms in the darkest hours by vazaha_tya

Hello there!. I hope I'm not bothering but for a while I wanted to do an aes of these three together but I never got the inspiration but yesterday after doing a re-reading the muse hit me hard and I managed to do it (As for the colors they only flowed at first I wanted all in black and green maximum with white but Eugène's only ended up being with blue tones and you see with Harry so I just left it that way). I hope you like it and have a nice week 🤍 @vazahatya

#hope blooms in the darkest hours au

[enwebbed]

excuse my poor-quality screenshots but oh my god MY HEART 😭😭

#c: maybreena #c: shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #otp: blooms in darkest night

[kuraikyu]

tags for :ㅤdynamics / bonds / connections / inspirations / profile musings.

& cxrsedcxlamities : I forgot how love feels like until I saw you and recalled the taste of summer upon my tongue. & digenvez : allures of forbidden / there is no red string to separate black from white and what is one and whole. & kuroyrii : blooming black lilies / let us liberate ourselves from sorrow and dance in mutual madness of midnight hour. & ofovertime : I sank claws deeply into your heart so the light of salvation could reach your darkest confines. & apotheoun : if you're going to dine with cannibals sooner or later, you're gonna get eaten.

#bonds and connections ; #- ignore. #& cxrsedcxlamities : I forgot how love feels like until I saw you and recalled the taste of summer upon my tongue. #& digenvez : allures of forbidden / there is no red string to separate black from white and what is one and whole. #& kuroyrii : blooming black lilies / let us liberate ourselves from sorrow and dance in mutual madness of midnight hour. #& ofovertime : I sank claws deeply into your heart so the light of salvation could reach your darkest confines. #& apotheoun : if you're going to dine with cannibals sooner or later you're gonna get eaten.

[orcelito]

😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥

#speculation nation #negative/ #self harm ment/ #UNINTENTIONALLY BUT #well my finger was bruisng earlier and now there are more bruises #darkest on my right pinky but the left pinky is blooming a lil too #and my right wrist is DEFINITELY bruising. i think my left might be too #all from where i was banging on the walls this morning. 😥😥😥😥😥😥 #i was really reaaaaaally angry and taking it out on those walls #and now. i have bruises. on both hands but worse with my right. #i... really did not mean for this to happen...

[kaxenart]

Lawsaw's Lawrence Pierce

"Will buy you drinks until you both pass out" is music to Percy's ears.

Also I just found putting a baby-faced 25-year-old next to a 30 year old vampire who got turned at 26 very funny.

Being 26 was very hard back then… 4 years ago.

#art fight 2022 #art fight #team bloom #percy #darkest dungeon heir

[amateruomi]

taggies.

#☉ embrace the dawn with a heart full of joy for each new day is a gift waiting to be unwrapped. ⟋ heavenly verse. #☉ let your light shine brightly for even in the darkest of nights a single spark can ignite the heavens. ⟋ in game. #☉ in the tapestry of life every thread is precious. embrace the diversity of existence and revel in the beauty of unity. ⟋ answered. #☉ like the suns rays piercing through the clouds may your spirit break through barriers and illuminate the world. ⟋ meme. #☉ radiate kindness like the sun radiates warmth and watch as darkness fades in the brilliance of your love. ⟋ lore. #☉ the journey is not without its shadows but it is in the darkness that we learn to truly appreciate the light. ⟋ musings. #☉ the beauty of existence lies not in its perfection but in its imperfections embraced with grace and humility. ⟋ aesthetic. #☉ cherish each moment as if it were a delicate flower blooming in the garden of eternity. ⟋ dash game. #☉ with each step forward let your heart be filled with gratitude for the blessings that surround you. ⟋ out of power.

[vazaha-tya]

♥️

#harry potter #hp #hope blooms in the darkest hours au #fic update

[asteriskheart]

new and redone bond tags 4/?

#➥ the star. ┊ let us go hand in hand and walk this field of stars as all our fears melt away. #➥ the star. ┊ this constellation of our precious moments strung together looks just like home. #➥ the star. ┊ the light bled from our veins as the distant star on the sunset horizon collapsed. #➥ the star & strength. ┊ underneath the countless stars these sparks ignite to light up our night. #➥ the strength. ┊ our paths diverge but every road leads home; let us meet with our usual words on the usual street. #➥ the strength. ┊ even if we gotta risk it all right now; a pair of sunflowers blooming on the edge. #➥ the devil & knight of swords. ┊ war torn streets and laughter line this brotherhood of ours. #➥ the devil. ┊ there you sit and smile bright; a breath of calm at the center of my raging storm. #➥ the sun. ┊ blank moments line pages of a fleeting story; maybe there are no words for us. #➥ the hanged man. ┊ pull this thread connecting us; i'll push too deep & fall right back to you. #➥ the hanged man. ┊ i watch the world from on high and look down on you behind glided bars of my own making. #➥ the hanged man. ┊ the mortal guise of love and the sun pave the darkest of bloodied roads. #➥ the hierophant. ┊ i've craved blood since i tasted yours; a maddening kind of hunger that brings us to love. #➥ the hierophant. ┊ shadows settle on the place that you left; minds troubled by the emptiness. #➥ the hierophant. ┊ light and darkness intersect in a moment’s flicker and tread a reckless line. #➥ the magician. ┊ let us walk on through a red parade and shed all that once defined us. #➥ queen of cups. ┊ though the world may seek to forget; your name is forever etched into my star.

[gbhbl]

Single Slam: Ihsahn, Evil Scarecrow, Mechanized, Bitter Kisses, Enterprise Earth, Amaranthe, Profaned, Lord Dying, IOTA, Hana Piranha, Mutes, Neck Deep, Bloom, Darkest Hour, East Capri, and Heriot!

This single slam features Ihsahn, Evil Scarecrow, Mechanized, Bitter Kisses, Enterprise Earth, Amaranthe, Profaned, Lord Dying, IOTA, Hana Piranha, Mutes, Neck Deep, Bloom, Darkest Hour, East Capri, and Heriot.

This single slam features Ihsahn, Evil Scarecrow, Mechanized, Bitter Kisses, Enterprise Earth, Amaranthe, Profaned, Lord Dying, IOTA, Hana Piranha, Mutes, Neck Deep, Bloom, Darkest Hour, East Capri, and Heriot. You can read our thoughts about the latest singles from these bands below. Ihsahn – Pilgrimage to Oblivion Ihsahn has announced the release of his new album on 16th February 2024 via…

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#Amaranthe #Bitter Kisses #Bloom #Darkest Hour #East Capri #Enterprise Earth #Evil Scarecrow #Hana Piranha #Heriot #Ihsahn #IOTA #Lord Dying #Mechanized #Mutes #Neck Deep #Profaned #Single Review #Single Slam

[evidoliscomming]

"Harry Potter is not the Boy-Who-Lived. He is not the hero of the story this time, but a pioneer.

He will become the greatest healer Hogwarts has ever seen."

ex nihilo- the pioneer's song by vazaha_tya

Voldemort found out Harry was a horcrux. Death Eaters were closing in, victory seemed out of reach. Out of desperation, Hermione suggested a ritual.

Reborn into the past, Harry fights for the future.

hope blooms in the darkest hours by vazaha_tya

Another gift for you, @vazahatya, this time it is one that includes your two wonderful works, which compares and unites them with the color ranges because in the end they are from the same author who speaks of the same world but with different wonderful twists.

I hope it turned out well and it's not bothering you or anything.

#harry potter #hp #ao3 #hope blooms in the darkest hours au #ex nihilo au #the pioneer's song au

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

virgin!sukuna x virgin!reader, modern delinquent au

request: can you write modern au!sukuna and fem reader taking each others virginity with a established relationship tags: fluff, fingering, penetration, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), sukuna is a delinquent; @mangiswig notes: minors dni, sukuna is lowkey ooc wc: 2.0k

Despite spending a significant portion of his formative years behind bars, the weight of consequence failed to curb the rebellious spirit of Sukuna. Emerging from the confines of incarceration with a hardened demeanor and a penchant for defiance, he returned to the streets that had once ensnared him with a renewed sense of determination. To Sukuna, the rules of society were nothing more than shackles, constraining him from the freedom he craved and the life he believed he deserved.

Fuelled by a potent cocktail of resentment and bravado, Sukuna navigated the urban landscape with the swagger of someone who had stared into the abyss and refused to blink. From petty theft to brazen acts of vandalism, he left a trail of chaos in his wake, a testament to the indelible mark of his troubled past. For Sukuna, the cycle of delinquency was a familiar refrain, a symphony of defiance that echoed through the corridors of his consciousness, a reminder of the streets that had shaped him and the choices that had defined him.

Yet Sukuna found an unexpected beacon of light in the form of you, a college student whose innocence and sweetness stood in stark contrast to his own turbulent world. Your love was a fragile bloom in the midst of concrete, delicate yet resilient, defying the odds with each passing day. Drawn to your gentle spirit and unwavering kindness,Sukuna found himself navigating unfamiliar territory, his rough edges softened by the warmth of your affection.

For almost a year now, you have been the anchor in Sukuna's stormy sea, a steady presence amidst the chaos of his life. With your unwavering belief in his capacity for change and your steadfast support, you became his guiding star, illuminating the darkest corners of his soul with the light of your love. Despite the whispers of doubt that lingered in the recesses of his mind, Sukuna couldn't deny the profound impact you had on his life, your presence a balm to his weary heart.

Your love for Sukuna knew no bounds, transcending the boundaries of societal norms and expectations. Despite the whispers of caution that echoed through the halls of your mind, you refused to turn away from the tumultuous storm that raged within him. To you, Sukuna was more than just the sum of his mistakes; he was a complex tapestry of darkness and light, a flawed masterpiece in need of redemption.

While others cowered in fear at the mere mention of his name, you stood unwavering by his side, your love a shield against the slings and arrows of judgment. You understood the depths of his anger, the ferocity of his defiance, yet you chose to love him all the same. For you, love was not about changing someone into who they should be, but rather embracing them for who they were, scars and all.

The decision weighed heavily on your heart, a tender offering you longed to bestow upon Sukuna, a symbol of your unwavering commitment to your love. With trembling hands and a courage born of devotion, you found yourself standing before him, your heart laid bare in the flickering light of your shared intimacy. “I want you to take my virginity tonight, Sukuna. I’m yours, fully.”

As your words pierced the air, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over Sukuna. His heart quickened with excitement, the prospect of possessing you in such an intimate way igniting a primal fire within him. Yet, beneath the surface, a flicker of nervousness danced in the depths of his eyes, betraying the weight of responsibility he felt in this moment. There was something he never told you. Sukuna, the known and feared criminal, was a virgin himself. He didn’t have the chance to lose it since most of his teen years were spent in jail and he met you shortly after his release. Yet, Sukuna was sure that he would manage to not have to confess to his virginity. 

Yet his dominant nature surged forth, a primal instinct asserting its dominance over his senses. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Sukunas demeanor shifted, his posture becoming more assertive, more commanding. He saw this as an opportunity to claim you, to mark you as his own in the most intimate way possible. “Get on the bed, baby”, and you followed his command.

With a magnetic pull, Sukuna led you to his bed, your eyes locked in a heated exchange of desire and anticipation. The air was charged with electricity, every touch igniting a wildfire of longing between you. As you sank into the soft embrace of the mattress, a primal hunger consumed you, driving you to explore each other with an urgency born of passion.

With a possessive grip, Sukuna claimed your lips in a searing kiss, his dominance asserting itself with every fervent movement. His hands traced the curves of your body with a possessive intensity, his touch igniting a feverish need within you. You yielded to him willingly, your own desire mingling with his in a potent cocktail of longing and surrender.

“You’re so pretty, baby. I love you so much.”

Your clothes became mere obstacles, discarded in a frenzy of desire as you bared yourselves to each other without reservation. With each caress, each whispered promise, you delved deeper into the depths of your desire, your bodies becoming one in a dance of carnal pleasure and primal need.

“You belong to me, baby. All of you. Only to me. I’ll be your first and your last.”

As your passion reached its zenith, you lost yourselves in each other, your moans of ecstasy filling the air as you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of your desire. In that moment, on Sukuna's bed, you were consumed by the flames of your passion, your love, a blazing inferno that burned brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise of forever.

With a possessive hunger burning in his eyes, Sukuna trailed his fingers along your trembling form, tracing the contours of your body with a reverence that bordered on worship. As he settled between your parted thighs, he felt your pulse quicken beneath his touch, your breath hitching in anticipation of the ecstasy to come.

“You’re already soaked, princess. Been waiting for this, huh?”

With a predatory grace, he teased you with feather-light caresses, his fingers dancing over your skin in a tantalizing rhythm. Your soft gasps filled the room as he explored your most intimate depths, his touch sending shivers of pleasure cascading through your body.

With each stroke, he felt you surrendering to him, your barriers crumbling in the face of his relentless desire. He relished in the power he held over you, reveling in the way you arched into his touch, your cries of pleasure music to his ears, the way your wet pussy clenched and pulsated around his slender fingers. With a primal hunger driving him forward, Sukuna delved deeper into you, his fingers becoming an extension of his own desire as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

“Don’t cum yet, babygirl. You wanted something else inside you, remember? Do you still want it?”

“Y–yes…ahh…f–fuck, yes, please, Sukuna.”

As Sukuna's touch grew bolder, you surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through your body. With each deliberate stroke of his fingers, you melted further into submission, your moans filling the air as you abandoned yourself to the overwhelming pleasure he bestowed upon you.

Your body quivered with every skilled movement, each sensation amplified by the electric tension that crackled between you. Your  breath hitched with every caress, your heart racing as you surrendered to the blissful torment of his dominance.

With a possessive hunger burning in his eyes, Sukuna reveled in the sight of you laid bare before him, your submissive surrender stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. Your moans of pure lust were like a siren's song, drawing him deeper into the abyss of his own primal urges.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, Sukuna's touch grew more demanding, more possessive, his own arousal building with each intoxicating sound that escaped your lips. With each whimper of pleasure, he felt the intoxicating rush of power surging through his veins, his dominance asserting itself with an almost feral intensity.

“I think you’re ready, baby.”

Sukuna positioned himself above you, your submissive form trembling with anticipation beneath him. With a possessive grip, he guided himself to your entrance, the throbbing heat of his arousal pressing against your quivering flesh. As he poised himself at the threshold of your innocence, a fierce determination coursed through him, driving him forward with an urgency born of primal desire. With a forceful thrust, he pushed himself inside your pussy, the sensation of your tight warmth enveloping him like a velvet vice.

“Oh– Fuck…fuck, it’s tight. You feel so fucking good, baby.”

You gasped at the intrusion, your body tensing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. With each powerful thrust, Sukuna claimed you as his own, his dominant nature asserting itself with every primal movement. As you moved together in a primal dance of passion and possession, Sukuna felt a surge of ecstasy and lust coursing through him. You felt so good stretching around him, he could feel your heartbeat through your wet, tight cunt.

As your bodies intertwined in the fervor of your passion, Sukuna's arousal reached a crescendo, the intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm him entirely. With each hard, deep thrust, he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his primal instincts driving him ever closer to the brink. He pounded into you like a wild animal, feeling the undying urge to not only claim your soul as his but also your body.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck no.”

But then, in a sudden and unexpected rush, Sukuna's control slipped away, his body betraying him in the most primal of ways. With a gasp of disbelief, he felt his release wash over him, his climax crashing over him with a force that left him trembling in its wake.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Sukuna grappled with the intensity of his own pleasure, his body pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. And as he collapsed against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he realized with a sinking feeling that he had cum far sooner than he had anticipated.

“…’kuna?”, your eyes shot wide, feeling him release his hot cum inside you. Usually it takes you far longer to get him to finish with your mouth. 

In the hazy aftermath of their passion, Sukuna's heart raced with a mixture of embarrassment and shame, his mind reeling with the realization that he had revealed his virginity in the most humiliating of ways. And as he looked into your eyes, he saw the confusion and concern reflected in your gaze, knowing that he would have to find a way to explain himself, even as his own insecurities threatened to consume him. Slowly he pulled out and grabbed the box of tissues next to his bed to clean you up.

With a heavy heart, he knew that he couldn't keep his secret any longer, not from you, not from the woman he loved more than life itself.

Summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, Sukuna steeled himself for the confession that weighed heavily upon his soul. With slightly trembling hands and a voice thick with emotion, he reached out to you, his eyes searching yours for understanding and acceptance.

"Baby," he began, his words coming out in a rush as he struggled to find the right ones. "I need to tell you something...something I should have told you before."

As he spoke, Sukuna felt the weight of his secret lifting from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of vulnerability unlike anything he had ever known. With each word, he bared his soul to you, revealing the truth of his inexperience, his virginity laid bare for you to see.

To his surprise, your reaction was not one of judgment or scorn, but of compassion and understanding. With a gentle touch, you reached out to him, your eyes filled with love and acceptance.

"Sukuna," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "It doesn't matter to me. What matters is us, and the love we share. I’m yours and you’re mine."

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #request

[ioniansunsets]

✖ Heartsteel Boys and Their Love ✖

[[I was inspired and then I got too lazy to proofread. I hope this leaves a warm feeling in your chest! I guess these are headcanons?]]

Kayn loves you like a storm. Passionate, explosive, and mad. Emotions high, he is passionate about loving you. Grand gestures and even grander proclamations. His love was names shouted out from rooftops that the two of you aren't allowed to be on. Loud noises of excitement whenever he sees you. The little yelps he makes when you surprise him at concerts. It's the happy shouts as he waves at you from the stage, arm thrown up high before he points right at you. His love is the excited smiles as he runs up to you whenever you meet, full speed, almost a tackle. It is the loud laughter as you watch him do absolutely insane shit. The laughter of someone truly in love as he spends time joking around with you. Kayn loves you like a storm. Loud, fast, exciting. Kayn's love is wild and overwhelming. It is the thunder and lighting, the whirling winds and cold rain. It is the way he'll pick you up at your place and drive you to impromptu dates. Teasing the speed limit while blasting songs out loud while the two of you stick your heads out the window. It’s the way he would fill your room with balloons on your birthday and hand you a knife to pop them all with right after. Or jump you with a present you mentioned wanting just a day before. It’s the way he would drag you to the studio to jam out when you needed a pick me up. It was the way his kisses leave you breathless, and his smile sends electricity down your spine. His love was wild. His love was free. His love was a storm.

Ezreal loves you like it is the first day of spring. Bright, sunny, and undeniably warm but not too hot. His love is in the way he chuckles like a flower blooming for the first time whenever he sees you. His kisses like the first warm breeze of the season, chaste and leaving you wanting more. Ezreal's love is in the way he blinks into your life. Taking cute photos together at a photobooth. It's the way he holds your hand as he runs through the streets. It's the way he would mess your hair up and run away, baiting you into chasing him. It was the way he would sneak you into a school late at night, kissing you under the bleachers like it is your first love. His love was the way he'd pick you up and skateboard down the street, whisking you away to do something fun. His love was the wink he’d throw your way when he spots you in the concert crowd. Ezreal loves you like it is the first day of spring. Sparkling, colorful, new. Ezreal's love is like the way you hear birds coming back from the winter. It is how he would whisper you cringey romance as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. It's how he would blush sometimes when you tell him you love him, somehow still shocked that you haven't gotten bored. It is how he would bring you out shopping, throwing cute clothes and accessories your way because he loves making you feel good about yourself. It was how he would drag you cafe hopping, feeding you a macaron here, a slice of cake there, always new things, always fun and interesting. It was the way he would go to the ends of the earth just to see you smile. Ezreal's love was fresh. His love was heart racing. His love was spring.

Aphelios loves you like a cold night. Safe, nostalgic, calm. Soft hands holding you close. Softer kisses and even softer words that fill you with a love like never before. The gentle love of a light from the full moon shining down, reminding you that there is light in the darkest of nights. Aphelios loves you in the way he makes sure you are always safe and warm. His love is the sneaky kisses in the shadows when no one is watching. It is the way he smiles cheekily after stealing your hoodie, only to see him wear it the next day. It is the way his fingers sneak around your waist, pulling you close to him when it is crowded, making sure you are safe and near. It is the soft raspy laugh when you prank him instead, like old friends meeting again after a long time. It was how you can see his eyes light up when he sees you singing to his songs. Aphelios loves you like a cold night. Mysterious, enchanting, soothing. It is the way he lightly plants kisses on your head, rubbing your back while you cry. It is the way he writes you love songs for his words cannot reach you. It is how he lovingly holds your face while he pulls your hand close to his chest, making sure you can feel his heartbeat for you. It is how he would sneak into your bed at night, finding solace in your warm embrace. It was how he would have quiet talks with you on the balcony, smiling happily as you talk about your day. Aphelios' love was comforting. His love was supportive. His love was the night.

Sett loves you like the middle of summer. Fun, fiery, free. Its a holiday all the time with him. Kind gestures that leave you giggling. His love was the way he'd pick you up in a hug when he sees you after a long time. It was how he would bring you to wild dinners with everyone, making sure you are never alone. His love was like the sound of students free from work. The exciting possibility of anything and everything that summer entails. It was how his laugh was loud and boisterous, leaving you feeling warm inside. His love was how he'd hold your hand in public, not worrying what anyone says because he was The Boss. It is the way his ears always flicked around, trying to hear you, how they twitched excitedly when you talked to him. His love was the little bop he’d do, punching the air to show off when he sees you rapping his lines. Sett loves you like the middle of summer. Lounging, happy, golden. Sett's love was the way his kisses were showy, always passionate, always warm. It was how he would physically pick you up and drive you to a beach when you were stressed, chasing you across the shore, lying in the warm sand as the two of you laugh so hard you cry. It is the way his presence made you feel like you could do anything, because he always had you back. It was how he would blow up your phone talking about his day when he was away, making you feel like he never left. It was how he would fall asleep easiest when you laid on him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he holds you close to him. Sett's love was alive. His love was young. His love was summer.

K'Sante loves you like a sunny day. Dazzling, upbeat, radiant. Love that reminded you of good weather, of warmth that makes you feel safe. His love makes you feel heard. Makes you feel like things are ok. Makes you feel like even if times are tough, he would be by your side, cheering you up. His love was like the warm sun bearing down on you on a hot day. You can always feel it's warmth heat you up. K'sante's love was how he always had the perfect thing to say, the right advice for any problem, a solution always within reach. It was how he'd bring you on a fancy dinner, dressing you up to the high heavens, making sure you were just as stunning as he was. His love was how he would hold you close, dancing with you in the living room after dinner to a tune no one else could hear. K'Sante loves you like a sunny day. Euphoric, optimistic, joyous. He loves you in the way he holds you close to his chest every time you meet, assurance that his love would never waver. It is in how his kisses were comforting like no other, bending down to stroke your hair as he lovingly presses his lips against yours. It was the way he’d chuckle when you tell him how much you love his singing. It was seen in the way he'd design matching clothes just for the two of you, so you can always feel his love nearby even when he is not there. It is the way he'd drive you to a flower field, throw out a picnic mat and serenade you in a sea of colors. K'Sante's love was hopeful. His love was light. His love was a sunny day.

Yone loves you like the first sign of fall. Cosy, crisp, cold. He loves you in the way that makes you feel like its time to get warm in bed. His love leaves you wondering how such cold can make you feel so warm. How he was so distant yet so near. Yone's love makes you feel like its a good time to snuggle up and read a book in his arms, quiet but present. His love is like the cold wind blowing autumn leaves into the air. Beautifully elegant. Gentle touches like the wind as his fingers ghost over your skin, leaving you shivering in their wake. It was how he would smile and pass you one half of his earpiece, letting you listen to him mix and edit, so you won't feel left out. His love was the way he would rest his back on the wall, pulling you close to lean on him as he calmly kisses your forehead. Yone loves you like the first sign of fall. Surprising, yearning, brisk. Yone's love was the way he would watch sunsets with you while his hand holds your head close to his. It was how you'd see him smile to himself when seeing a photo of you or reading your messages. It was how he would lightly rub his fingers against the back of your hand whenever you held his. It was how he would give you quick kisses whenever he walked past, too fast for anyone to see, but slow enough that his lips linger on yours. Yone's love was ephemeral. His love was mellow. His love was the autumn breeze.

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