#[ ☆ — verse » LET'S GO TOGETHER !! ]

[iwasbored777]

BTSV better have Gwiles/Ghostflower canon by the end of the first half of the movie and the rest is just them being suckers in love like they're supposed to be cuz it's not just that I want them to end up together it's that I want to actually see them being together and how they would act in a real canon relationship I need that and their friends shipping as always I need that too

#i hate having to guess how the relationship will go once the couple is finally dating off screen have them hug and kiss and touch just bc #have them love each other and plan dates while being focused on the movie's plot #love seeing that #hate when a couple is pushed to the side for the plot #the whole movie was focusing on gwiles more #it was all about them it has to be about them now too #but this time give us love let them be happy #for them to finally work things out and be together #but not in the movie's ending no make them kiss in the half of it #spider man across the spider verse #spider man beyond the spider verse #miles morales #gwen stacy #gwiles #ghostflower #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spiderverse

[wildskissed]

Closed Starter for @luposcainus

Deep breaths...1...2...3...

Eve's been out here in the forest since the Nautiloid had crashed, trying to calm herself down after the rather painful and VIVID insertion of the Mind Flayer tadpole now behind her eye. Thoughts of the excruciating pain coupled with being in a part of Faerun she's not used to, has her hands glowing, and her wild magic going more haywire than usual.

The footsteps brought her out of her chanting, and she looked up, holding her hands up to stop him where he was. She was far more worried about him than herself, and if she couldn't calm this down, then she had no idea what was going to happen, and the last thing she needed was a CATASTROPHE to happen.

"Wait!" she called out, shaking her head. "You might want to wait...last time I let this unleash with reckless abandon, someone got turned into a sheep..."

#luposcainus #╰•★ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ★ [main verse] #figured we could go right with everyone gathering together #let her go a companion route for you ^.^

[bravewolfvesperia]

🌙 Transgressor Yuri moodboard. 🌙

#{ muse info + headcanons } #/ i think abt him. a lot. so if any of u have a crestoria verse. please. write with me. #let him free. release him into the world. #i am also keeping the lower quarter in this verse generally speaking hence its place here #aaaand also to be clear on the exact weapon in the bottom left it's his Second Star #versus the implication of getting a blood sin weapon on the right #both placed on the sides of the respective relationships bc Second Star #canonically relates to his relationship with flynn and blood sins can only be acquired through vicious #which is perfect bc i intend for yuri to be working with vicious (and kanata and co) indirectly #it all fell together very nicely n_n #and aside from any threads with any vicious-muns since it's not my place to determine how they write their muse with my muse #(and they can do this with me too if agreed upon!) i do plan to have vicious heavily integrated into yuri's story #will also be chaotic and beautiful bc two emotionally intelligent fuck-alls who are here to cause problems on purpose #while also calling themselves the worst possible things ever while continuing to be awesome stand up ppl #also you can't tell me flynn and vicious don't have this lawful versus lawless thing going on here #you don't even need tug o' war when you have tug o' yuri #believe me if i had enough energy to write a damn fic for this verse for yuri and those two i WOULD #feat aegis. bc. the lawless chaotics require their knightly boyfriends for a double date. lots of double dates #the rest of their fucking LIVES will be double dates and they're going to LIKE it. probably. mostly. #anyway namco threw this perfectly wonderful opportunity away and it's mine now im not giving it back >:/

[redpiperfox]

But mainly, and really:

#red's week in music #STORYTIME WITH RED GATHER ROUND KIDDOS! #was at kids club tonight and went in knowing little 8 year olds mom had her baby this morning and lil girl was now big sis if two #and knew she hadnt come from home bc her hair was a mess of someone who didnt know curls trying to do it lol #shes generally emotional and dramatic but we can all see that shes a lil more so tonight. understandably. lotsa change #well she kinda hinges on this one thing of not getting the verses said to earn a jewel bc she wasnt able to say them-- totally fine! we'll #practice and get them later! but shes distraught bc she worked on them with mum and wont get jewel so i keep telling her when we'll work on #them together and when ill listen to her and we can get it done. cool. then lesson time shes up and down sniffly and the lesson says smth #about childbirth-- bursts into disarray. i ask her if she wants to step out and we blow her nose and she keeps talking about the verse so i #tell her solutions for that and then shes working herself up so i work thru calming down and she goes from #“i think im mad” to “mom would let me do what i want!” and i know the real issue isnt the verse but thats what shes telling me so... #adult shes staying with cautiously steps in and she calms down to tell me “its not the verse... i think i miss my mom” #oh my heart i know honey i give her a hug and we talk about the sleeover shes going to have and when shes going to see mom #and shes sleeping next to lil sis so shes going to give sis a big hug and tell her theyre going to see mom in the morning #and then i ask her if she wants to go back and she does and i just hold her and hug her the whole time #i give her another squeeze when she leaves and tell her to enjoy her sleepover #her friend shes staying with i should not did a very sweet of coming over and saying “hey lookit this new book i got do you wanna color it #with me maybe?“ which was such an emotionally mature thing for her and to see lil kiddo cheer up warmed me #teachers we debriefed and talked about kids going thru stuff at home and not being able to tell and process their emotions and stuff #and then i shared with mum on the ride back and she goes “yup. lil toddler will just miss mom-- its trauma at this age. this is why i #panicked and called my mother to come for your sis's birth bc dad said he could handle you but my heart couldnt for what you would go thru.“ #i was six when my sister was born. my grandma being there before consistently made me giddly excited in that time waiting for dad to bring #us to the hospital. #anyway my heart was full and im praying extra hard for two lil girls in a sleepover missing their mom tonight. #red's personal sitcom #Spotify

[empathbled]

tag drop.

↳ ooc ⸻ ❛ i can make myself look٬ but the thinking is shutting down. ❜ ↳ promo ⸻ ❛ everyone has thought about killing someone٬ one way or another. ❜ ↳ memes ⸻ ❛ you won't like me when i'm psychoanalyzed. ❜ ↳ starter call ⸻ ❛ wind him up and watch him go. ❜ ↳ crack ⸻ ❛ i feel crazy. ❜ ↳ queue ⸻ ❛ do you feel alive? ❜

↳ about ⸻ ❛ i felt terrified٬ and then i felt powerful. ❜ ↳ meta ⸻ ❛ i feel like i am spilling. ❜

↳ images ⸻ ❛ i'm not even sure if i'm awake now. ❜ ↳ music ⸻ ❛ i could use a good scream٬ i can feel one perched under my chin. ❜ ↳ desires ⸻ ❛ but it wasn't real٬ it wasn't real. ❜

↳ answers ⸻ ❛ it's not any easier. shake it off٬ keep on looking. ❜ ↳ speech ⸻ ❛ i know what kind of crazy i am٬ but this isn't that kind of crazy. ❜

↳ hannibal ⸻ ❛ do you believe you could change me the way i've changed you? ٬ i already did. ❜ ↳ abigail ⸻ ❛ never again. only in my memories sleepless in the dark shall i still tread the old paths. ❜ ↳ medicbled (gloria) ⸻ ❛ put me back together. fix my broken mind. ❜ ↳ survivorofhellskitchen (karen) ⸻ ❛ let me see you stripped down to your bone. ❜

↳ verse ⸻ ❛ special agent٬ this is my design. ❜ ↳ verse ⸻ ❛ after the fall٬ this is my legacy. ❜

#↳ ooc ⸻ ❛ i can make myself look٬ but the thinking is shutting down. ❜ #↳ promo ⸻ ❛ everyone has thought about killing someone٬ one way or another. ❜ #↳ memes ⸻ ❛ you won't like me when i'm psychoanalyzed. ❜ #↳ starter call ⸻ ❛ wind him up and watch him go. ❜ #↳ crack ⸻ ❛ i feel crazy. ❜ #↳ queue ⸻ ❛ do you feel alive? ❜ #↳ about ⸻ ❛ i felt terrified٬ and then i felt powerful. ❜ #↳ meta ⸻ ❛ i feel like i am spilling. ❜ #↳ images ⸻ ❛ i'm not even sure if i'm awake now. ❜ #↳ music ⸻ ❛ i could use a good scream٬ i can feel one perched under my chin. ❜ #↳ desires ⸻ ❛ but it wasn't real٬ it wasn't real. ❜ #↳ answers ⸻ ❛ it's not any easier. shake it off٬ keep on looking. ❜ #↳ speech ⸻ ❛ i know what kind of crazy i am٬ but this isn't that kind of crazy. ❜ #↳ hannibal ⸻ ❛ do you believe you could change me the way i've changed you? ٬ i already did. ❜ #↳ verse ⸻ ❛ special agent٬ this is my design. ❜ #↳ verse ⸻ ❛ after the fall٬ this is my legacy. ❜ #↳ abigail ⸻ ❛ never again. only in my memories sleepless in the dark shall i still tread the old paths. ❜ #↳ medicbled (gloria) ⸻ ❛ put me back together. fix my broken mind. ❜ #↳ survivorofhellskitchen (karen) ⸻ ❛ let me see you stripped down to your bone. ❜ #tag dump.

[failmilias]

In the ballroom next door, the party is in full force. Glasses clink, music echoes in the empty halls, and the occasional eruption of laughter interrupts the constant droning hum of conversation.

However, the eldest Holmes’ attention is squarely on the drawing room. Here, Hyacinth, Penelope, and Gregory are passed out in front of the film they’d been watching, and Dominic has tasked himself with being Colin, Daphne, and Benedict’s entertainment. Will, Eloise, and Francesca are nowhere to be found, most likely hiding in the library or in Will’s room.

As he tucks the youngest three more snugly under a blanket, pressing a kiss to the top of Penny’s head, Elijah’s eyes meet @bridgeirton ‘s on the other side of the room. A smile immediately springs to his face, his hand dropping from the signet ring around his neck at the sight of his fellow sentinel.

He moves to stand by his side before bending slightly at the waist and sweeping his arm in a grand gesture. He grins, looking up at Anthony through his dark curls.

“Is everything to my lord Victory’s satisfaction?” Light dances in his eyes as he straightens, gently touching the other’s wrist. “Fancy getting some air?” // starter call!

#ic. #bridgeirton #verse one. #elijah holmes [muse.] #dynamic [anthony bridgerton] #[ooc] a liner i said… i lied so badly… #[ooc] but hi i love you and i miss you and i am Obsessed with these two already actually #[ooc] the idea of them growing up together and jointly raising their gaggle of eleven siblings… #[ooc] also anthony should be proud of himself getting eli both to let go of the ring and to joke around… #[ooc] i do believe eli is Down Bad #[ooc] i hope this is okay and sorry for it being ugly and on mobile!!!

[jeoseungsaja]

🍸 + not a question, but rather please take an equally drunk patrick stumbling over to his dear friend to ask him to hold something for him....it's patrick's hand. that and patrick will also be kissing his dear friend on the cheek once they're holding hands 😊

@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

   Once again he’s sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the couch and his hand still holding the neck of a half-empty bottle of Soju. It almost feels like déjà vu, akin to that day where he was sitting right on this spot, waiting for Patrick to come back from the bathroom. The difference is that this time, his dear friend is not the only one drenched in tipsiness but he, too, is drunk to the point of feeling a bit of dizziness swirling in his head. 

   How did he manage to get like this? Well, the conversation kept flowing and he never noticed the drinks continued to be poured down the glass until part of his speech became a little slurred. Then again, not noticing has become something common when it comes to spending time with his best friend --- Hyuk forgets everything else but the fact that Patrick is there, with him. Why would he focus in the quantity of distilled spirit, when he rather remember the number of times Patrick laughed? 

    So now he’s here, under the roof of a familiar place, away from the table and stuck to the ground. His eyes close for a second, free hand pressed to his forehead as something similar to a grumble escapes his alcohol-stained lips. One eye opens when he starts to hear the sound of something hitting another something, head tilting to find Patrick clumsily walking and a bag with art supplies (that Hyuk bought recently) toppling over. He thinks he hears his dear friend apologizing (though he doesn’t know if the apology is aimed toward him or the bag); palm moving to be waved in dismissal. 

    “Leave it there, I’ll....I’ll pick--pick it up ‘morrow.” 

     Even in this hazy state, he doesn’t want Patrick to make any unnecessary efforts. Besides, what if he tries to pick up the brushes which rolled out of the bag and ends up hitting his head against something? No, no; it’s best like this. 

    “It’s fine. Could...you...come sit down, here, here---” 

     And he pats the space next to him; leaving the bottle of Soju somewhere away from his grasp so both of his hands can lazily land on his lap. Seconds later and he’s hearing more stumbling; torpid sight following Patrick’s silhouette making it to where he is. The signs of his dear friend being inebriated are present: red-flushed cheeks, rolled up sleeves; dopey (but vastly endearing) grin...and words that Hyuk can’t fully understand at first, but that must be because the detective is also under the influence. 

    “What? Y’want me...to hold somethin’?” 

    He repeats in the shape of a question, Patrick’s sluggish nod confirming Hyuk’s ears didn’t fully fail him. The detective’s hand stretches out, palm up and ready to receive anything his best friend wants him to hold. He doesn’t even hesitate, just accepts his request without even asking him what, exactly, wishes for him to temporarily have. 

    A plop is heard and the warmth of his friend is felt, meaning that he’s finally sitting nearby. Soon enough, weight is added to Hyuk’s waiting hand; head turning to see what it is. He blinks and frowns. That’s...Patrick’s hand, and he doesn’t feel an item or anything between their hands now clasped together. 

    Wait.      Wait.     It takes him longer to connect the dots when drunk.      Curse him for being a lightweight.

    “This is what y’wanted me to ‘old?” 

     And he lifts their intertwined hands --- funnily enough, Hyuk doesn’t let go. Not even for a second. A vague nod comes from his friend, along with the sudden planting of a kiss on Hyuk’s cheek. It’s not long enough before pink begins to bloom on his skin, along with a muzzy smile. Does this mean...Patrick is also prone to flirt when drunk? That’s something Hyuk didn’t know about...not like this, at least; a brand new door unlocked due to the stages they’re moving through.

    Because, at this point, it’d be insanely silly to say they’re just friends, right?     They can deny it all they want, but their hearts would challenge them, wouldn’t they? 

    Hyuk’s smile widens. He likes this. Likes that he’s getting to know more about another side of Patrick, likes that these lines and actions are aimed to him; likes that he gets to have this moment with his best friend --- likes him, Patrick, more than words can express. 

    “Okay. I’m taking good care of it.” 

     He tells Patrick, looking at him and that kind face which tends to send odd sensations (they’re called butterflies, but he’s too rusty to recognize that) to his stomach.

  Eyes dance over dear friend’s features; drunken stupor adding a boldness to let his sight freeze on the shape of his best friend’s lips. There they are again, the thoughts, the what if’s, the undisclosed wishes. But instead of letting them win whilst drunk, Hyuk ends up allowing his head to fall on Patrick’s shoulder; temple comfortably pressed there. 

     His thumb, it begins to draw soft circles on Patrick’s hand; eyes dropping to catch the view of their hands holding each other. It does feel like déjà vu. 

    Except, except.      There is no thoughts of ‘I should let go’.      No, in fact, he squeezes his dear friend’s hand.      In fact, he decides to twist their arms a little so Patrick’s fist is facing him.      And when this happens, he brings the professor’s knuckles to his lips and kisses them.      Presses a hearty kiss there, between bones. 

     “I’m taking good care of it.” 

     He repeats, his eyes slowly closing; sleepiness somehow kicking in. It’s this peace, he knows. The peace he feels when Patrick’s near --- he’s the one who calms his raging waters; the sea that constantly threatens to lift high waves. 

    “Good care...of...you. I promise.” 

———– ♔

#ofgentleresolve #♔ || interaction (patrick). #♔ || verse three. #♔ || the puzzle of our friendship is the most comforting (patrick). #EXCUSE ME AS I WEEP OVER THESE TWO OMGIWUEDHKASHIWEUDHAKSHDUWEHD #I FINALLY FOUND THE ENERGY AND TIME TO WRITE IF ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT JUMP ON THIS IN A HEARTBEAT #I'M NOT EVEN QUEUEING THIS I'M JUST GONNA POST IT PLEASE #FERRE HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE THEM AND EVERYTHING THEY ARE #HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU AND HOW THANKFUL I AM OF ALL THE DYNAMICS WE HAVE TOGETHER #HAVE I TOLD YOU!!!!!! HOW I'M CRYIN' AND SOBBIN' AND IWUEHDKASHDIWUHED #oK SORRY I'M JUST A MESS WIUEHKASDHUWIEDHIWEHD #LOOK AT PATRICK BEING SMOOTH EVEN WHEN BEING DRUNK #I also remember that you told me that Patrick is a little bit...flirtatious? When he's tipsy/drunk? So I mentioned that in my reply #I HOPE IT'S OKAY #AND I HOPE??? EVERYTHING I WROTE IS OKAY BUT IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING PLS LET ME KNOW #Look at my son --- is it obvious he's all heart eyes over his best friend --- LMAO WIEUDHASJDHWIUEDH #I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL FERRE AND THAT!! EVERYTHING'S GOING WELL ON YOUR TRIP <3 #PLS TAKE CARE AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ;W;

[creamecream]

“I-I got a little paycheck,

You got big plans, and you gotta move,

And I don’t feel nothing at all,

And you can’t feel nothing small,

Honey, I love you, that’s all she wrote,

O-Ophelia,

You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug,

O-Ophelia,

Heaven help the fool who falls in love,

O-Ophelia,

You’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood,

O-Ophelia,

Heaven help the fool who falls in love,”

#I know I know I know their party banter I know all about how they treat each other #but I can see this post game especially if the two of them are left to their own devices together #which they are in my verse with the kids that's how they end up together and khaalida comes about #for some reason the two of them are left alone and while their relationship is very *very* rocky they are together #fenris is in love with hawke who is married to sebastian but he won't let them go #while merrill just wants to be happy with what they currently have not pining away for hawke #this is one of the only ships with fenris I can see/like I'm mainly a fenhawke shipper but I like fenrill #I firmly believe in fenris being in love with hawke no matter what they're his first safe person #even though it's not the most healthy etc. hawke is safety hawke gives affection fenris is in love with them #I also have a preference for bethany/merrill but enough about otps have another ship I like #just both heartbreak but merrill's for fenris just refusing to be happy while fenris' for hawke #I tried to make the light in their eyes obviously broken hearts sorry if it doesn't translate well #fenris seeing merrill in a 'new light' stuff of maybe if he tries he could maybe be okay here with her #dragon age #merrill #fenris x merrill #fenrill #fenris

[omniscias-a]

*      ◞      𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅.    ❛  you know ,  if you stop giving her the reaction she wants ,  she'll get bored & give up  ...  maybe take that advice the next time she comes back for more .  ❜      (  unprompted  /  @hackser  )

a judgement proceeded in silence — fully considering her words. she'll get bored. would she? fu xuan wondered just what had stopped her from acting on such a method before ... pride. an ego too boisterous to run neglected. it was always at risk in the presence of kafka — she always seemed to test her limits as a master diviner. @aevori was no silent combatant  ( or silent ,  in general ,  it seemed ). she glanced at silverwolf, a glint in those soft eyes that carried both annoyance & realization, though not directed towards her.

           ❛  i  —  !  i  ...  have no desire to let such rowdy behavior go unanswered .  ❜   what an excuse that was! she simply couldn't let go of the grip her arrogance held on her. it would be no easy task — an effort that may prove useful for far grander projects & encounters.   ❛  she must be held accountable  ...  might you have any other suggestions ?  ❜

#hackser #verse tbt ! #fu rn : bro i can not simply Let Things Go #she just dhsjdhsj teams up w/ sw & they torment kaf.ka together ✋ #tags 6 in this as well bc why not <3

[reginrokkr]

Some late nights thoughts before going to sleep: I'm very tempted to make it as part of Dain's stay in Jarilo-VI that he does heal Kluzer, but given the importance the Underworld has at the time this might go unnoticed save for Natasha most likely who was highly involved in his recovery and knew that he was struggling with Fragmentum due to the armor.

This could have two outcomes 1) it's overlooked because of the aforementioned and Dain by himself is pretty fleeting in his stay somewhere or 2) it does escalate to something— although I'm not too sure to what. I'm thinking that it could be useful to the army that is fending off the Antimatter Legion so they won't make it to Belobog for how long he stays there before leaving while he learns the ropes more about the Stellaron and the Fragmentum for the first time, as Jarilo-VI is the first world he ends up to since leaving Teyvat and the Imaginary Tree's location.

#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊ #wound up getting nothing written #because I was teaching my father to write in Spanish #for a test that he needs to do to achieve the nationality #but weekend is close #and I'll be able to take it more leisurely with studying #to write in between breaks #also I'm considering to use Dain icons too #for his post Genshin verse in HSR specifically #I love the icons I have of L.uocha but #they're so little that limits me a lot #with the expressions #if any of you would like to play with this idea #please let me know though! #and we can think of something together #for a potential plot #now I go to sneep #so g'night ♥︎

[danthekickingman]

Drawpile drawings done with @rcsetorn ~

Featuring a lot of aliens 83

#rcsetorn #~ form ~ (art) #~ star stealer ~ (space pirate verse) #~ rival ~ (spiri) #Spiri trying to figure out where the heck her brother got zapped to #'BEATRIX LET'S GO TO SPACE TOGETHER'

[el-im]

Cyrano (2022) dir. Joe Wright

Last Saturday the 19th, I saw you. And then a week passed in which nothing important happened. And now here I am again. 

#making my own gd post so i can be mean in the tags #films #girl if u are just gonna ignore literally all the writing of the book in favor of quips and arrhythmic beat poetry... just make a different #movie ? lmfao #this was so disappointing. i guess i should have known better than to expect for it to be good just because it was. supposed to be cyrano. #which it hardly is #but. god. idk i'd seen dinklage in a few things i thought he was really excellent in but he did Not have the cyrano presence here #and his delivery was so... so bad. which i don't think is his fault necessarily. i can't imagine a way to say the lines he was saying well #or decently #this was just. so affronting. #i dont think i can come up with any story with as much cultural weight as this where verse is so central to the story #and to see it just. eviscerated in this? hard to watch #also... SO hard to listen go. good lord. #i literally went and watched the jose ferrer 1950 movie in the middle of this to give my brain a break #but i wanted to finish it. so... here goes. #i did like how they filmed the awkward silence w them together standing above the party room but thats been the 1 high point so far #joe wright i have literally never been more disappointed in you. you let me down. #you massacred my BOY #resisting the urge to give this a 1/2 star review on letterboxd even though theres literally an hour left in it is the hardest thing i have #ever done in my entire life #i cant believe they nerfed ragueneau #this movie felt like they tried to make it a comedy but stripped it of literally all its original comedic elements #'without art' yeah u can say that again #cyraNO #oh my fuckign god

[ofgentleresolve-a]

@jeoseungsaja​ sent in:

"I have a question." He starts, looking a bit uneasy even if they're currently communicating through a screen. Fingers absentmindedly scratch his cheek and teeth vaguely bite his bottom lip. If anyone can tell how he's currently feeling, that's his best friend. He doesn't even have to say anything for Patrick to be aware of his slight agitation, does he? "Uh...the semester's almost over, right?" From what he can remember, these are the times where Patrick's workload gets heavier due to last tests and assignments, but it holds a reward: Holidays; much needed vacations. "I was wondering if..." He clears his throat. Why is he being so...bashful? He's usually the contrary. "If you'd like to..." Just let it out, Hyuk. It's already halfway there. The detective looks down, as if that could help with his string of words.

"If you'd like to come to Jeju Island with me." There it is. "I was planning to, uh...to go to Seogwipo this summer." It's one of the few things he allows himself to do once in a while when it comes to having some free time; a rare thing for the stubborn detective. "Maybe...Elise will like it...Hiro, too, if he'd like to come." He finally looks up to see the screen and address his dear friend, a little smile lifting a side of his lips. (u said unprompted asks aND HERE I AM WEIDHWIUEDH, might send more if you don't mind 👀!!! HOPE THIS ONE'S OKAY, THOUGH, PLS FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF IT'S NOT FITTING OR SOMETHING, CARE YOU HEAPS FERRE!!!) || anything hyuk asks of him will always be a yes 🥺 || ( ft. unprompted )

So technically he should be grading right now. Most times when they get to this time of the year- the fifth month of the Roman calendar, their daily video calls get cut down to text messages as Patrick watches the level of the papers in his bins grow at the rate of bacteria reproduction.  It’s the bane of his existence, really, these three weeks of hell where the only way to crawl out is to wait it out, like watching the sand in the HOURGLASS run out.

If Patrick had it his way, there wouldn’t be any kind of evaluation at the end of the semester. Education isn’t meant to be a series of tests or grades and really, the evaluations, the GPA value only brings on unnecessary stress for both him and his students.

( Of course, he isn’t going to voice that, considering this has been the system for years. He wonders if Hyuk would though. )

But for today, he’s video chatting with his dear friend, even if there is a boatload of ESSAYS waiting for him at the end of the call. The professor ( and the responsible parent too ) in him says he should probably be getting off this call, work on whittling down that pile, at least to the point where the level of the pile matches the rim of the containers, and save the video call for when the last paper has been graded as a reward of his hard-earned labor.

But how can he do that with his best friend on the other end of the screen? His hair’s gotten even longer from the last time Patrick has seen him ( still through a screen ) and from the way Hyuk keeps having to brush a strand away from his eyes, Patrick knows to expect a fair bit of grumbling on Hyuk’s part. Perhaps a haircut would be useful in this case although Patrick refrains from suggesting it. Hyuk might not care much for his appearance, but Patrick likes to think long hair suits his dear friend, how it frames his face, smooth lines along with the scent of his shampoo and conditioner clinging to every strand, thanks to Hyuk’s bi-daily showers, in contrast with the sharp angles of his expressions. Although if it is that BURDENSOME to his dear friend, maybe the next time Patrick sees him in person, he can trim his dear friend’s bangs himself. He’s done it for Hiro before to save money that way.

( So Patrick is being SELFISH, for once there. But he can be so, right? Along with procrastinating his responsibilities like this; besides, Hyuk is so much more than a reward; he’s a necessity. One that Patrick is very much grateful for and one that Patrick is more than willing to ditch any grading for in a heartbeat...that doesn’t make him a very good professor, does it? )

“What is it?” He sets his coffee mug filled with, ironically tea ( and Red Bull too- mostly Red Bull actually but Hyuk doesn’t need to know that. Patrick dreads thinking about the papers he’ll have to see to after the call ends. ) to the side, leaning in a little closer to the screen. It feels a little silly, doing so, considering that it isn’t actually his dear friend he’s leaning into. But then again, it’s Hyuk and he must have noticed it by now, hasn’t he? How there’s something…different, new, even between the two of them. Something fragile that they’re both nurturing so very carefully.

But more importantly, Hyuk looks…unnerved. In a way, it’s ENDEARING- his dear friend isn’t one to resort to bashfulness usually although Patrick supposes Hyuk does a good job of hiding that most times. Patrick knows simply from years of observation: Hyuk bites his lower lip when he’s nervous; Patrick nods slowly; yes- in two weeks, the spring semester will be over, which means, since he’s not teaching any courses for the summer, Patrick will have at least a month’s straight worth of vacation. Still, Patrick can’t help but frown in concern as his finger twitches almost moving to tuck the loose strand hanging by his dear friend’s eye- only to realize yet again that there are at least a thousand, if not even more miles between them. Nevertheless, Hyuk knows should he ask Patrick something, he knows what Patrick’s answer would be:

Yes. Yes. Anything.

It’s been that way for years. And even more so now.

And the question finally comes out: If you’d like to come to Jeju Island. Seogwipo. Oh. Hyuk is asking him if he’d like to spend his VACATION with him. Granted, there is still some work Patrick will have to do, research-wise, but most of it is generally reading. And lesson planning for the new class he’ll be teaching in the fall. But the important part is that if he takes the offer, they’ll have free time to spare together. Free time to spend around one another. Just like the old times when they would go to the water.

Elise, he imagines would be more than happy to come along. After all, she’s known Hyuk for only a little less than she has Patrick, another reminder of the long years of friendship they’ve shared. That and there’s only so much she can explore in London as a privately tutored child.

As for Hiro, well, Patrick can’t tell for sure. He’s always been the surly one, a bit like Hyuk in a way. But if Hyuk is an open book, then Hiro is more of a mystery. Unpredictable- Patrick wants to think it’s because he’s still a teenager ( well…kind of ), but deep down, he knows it’s more than that. But regardless, Patrick can’t see why Hiro would say no. At the very least, he could come for a week or two before returning early for his summer internship.

But aside from his kids, there’s so much to start planning for then, like booking plane tickets to packing bags, enough clothing to last them at least two weeks, and not to mention he’ll have to go to the currency shop for enough won ( even if Hyuk insists on paying, that isn’t going to stop Patrick from at least covering for Hiro and Elise- ) and he’ll have to do all of this while exams are still in full swing and-

His dear friend grins. It’s a small, if not shy one, a rare sight, even for Patrick, who knows he is the main recipient of such expressions from his dear friend. And yet, it takes his breath away, his train of thought coming to halt. It makes his heart race ( a sensation he’s only recently become accustomed to, these days ) too, and all Patrick wants to do now is cup his dear friend���s cheek, if not bottle that smile and save it for a gloomy day. Cheeks warm, Patrick suddenly feels bashful as he looks his dear friend in the eye. His dear friend who becomes SOFTER by the water.

“When should I book flight tickets?”

#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( ft. lee hyuk ) #until the end and then a little more ( ft. patrick & hyuk ) #( verse: give mercy. ) #u say hyuk has a soft spot for patrick?? do u mean they are MUTUALLY SOFT FOR EACH OTHER :'D #VACATION!! VACATION!! #these two really going to the beach together and patrick is literally SO EXCITED ABOUT IT HAS ME JSKDLFJSLDKJF #help if you haven't already figured this out but i love them and i adore alex too #😭😭😭😭 #was also going to add that this was supposed to be a continuation from ur yellow day ask...but then patrick went in an entirely different #direction when is that not new he doesn't like to listen to me JFKLSJDKLFJSD #does it with a complete smile too RIP 😭 #if it weren't for his responsibilties he would most definitely drop everything for more time with hyuk..... #lucky for them they get at least a week?? together?? for vacay and fun times at the water?? #let's see if they get even MORE lovey dovey by the water #since hyuk is also MUCH softer by the water if i remember correctly.... #BUT ALEX!! I HOPE?? THIS IS OKAY?? #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS and as usual i rambled JFKLSJDFLKSJ #BUT THANK YOU FOR HYURICK LMK IF I SHOULD CHANGE ANYTHING... #and pls have a wonderful day!! adore you lots <3 #under the same sky ( queue. )

[emmetrain]

@fatedforglory​ ;; continued from here!

Emmet LIVED for gossip. He was not above gossiping about a strange passenger immediately after they were out of earshot. However, he was also a hypocrite when it came to the gossip about his loved ones. Especially when they went too far: insisting that the wonderful twins Emmet had met were inhuman, that they were monsters to be feared. How could anyone dare say those things about the kindest and smartest people who only served their community as Subway Bosses?

What the hell was wrong with those people?

“It is not funny!! They should learn some respect!! I can’t believe some of the stuff they came up with just to tarnish your reputation!” Emmet argued back, puffing his chest and raising his shoulders like an angry cat.

However, the other Emmet agreed with Ingo as well. “You too, Emmet??” he still let out, furrowing his brows and putting his hands on his hips. “Fine! I am going to fight them behind your backs then!! No one can disrespect my brothers like that!!”

Now that the anger had died down a bit with weird confirmation that the twins did not mind the gossip, the other Emmet’s question made him think for a moment.

He was taking the rude people too seriously. It was funny, really, what they had come up with.

“Hmmm... They were talking of Ingo like he is just a monster made of teeth? I do not understand what your passengers are on about, but they are painting this picture of a terrifying trickster who is out to steal their souls. Ingo is the kindest person I know, Emmet. He helped me many times in the short time we had together. Me!” The broken, unpleasant, failure of an Emmet who hadn’t found his brother yet. Yup. That one. Ingo did not treat him badly despite everything. And people found it fun to talk of Ingo like he was a monster! The nerve!!

“And about you, my better self... Well, they keep saying you are the one all the weird news are talking about? You know. There are these funny articles on your timeline where an Unovan man usually, gets into crazy scenarios and comes unscratched? I am sure it is a satire blog, but your passengers took it seriously and insist it is you who got hit by a car and laughed it off? And all the other things.” Emmet reached to hold hands with both twins with his expression getting furious once again. “You are both amazing people and it breaks my heart that they do not appreciate you enough!”

“I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I cannot allow these lies to continue about you. You deserve to be loved and cherished!! Not being treated like you two are some cryptids and criminals. Once I have more time, I am going to organize a campaign against misinformation in your timeline on how to recognize it and not spread these awful lies. Yup! As your brother, I cannot let this continue!”

#fatedforglory #ic #verse;; searching for the truth #//emmet vc: i am gOING TO FIGHT THEM LET ME AT THEM I AM GOING TO BITEEE #//he is so protective of his new twins ;;;;;;;; #//ALSO I WANTED TO DRAW THE FAE TWINS TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME AND AT LAST!!! #//Happy birthday once again!!!!

[pxiye]

––   @nancyedrew ✧ * :      it is unkind of me to try and play a trick on you.

          Wings grow tired, sick and ill and weary from flight,  more withered now as what may very well be a direct result of the slight given her by her dear companion.  Exhaustion simmers to anger,  a consuming fury that nearly rips her apart at the seams.  Might she turn red by the way she fumes!  A trick,  on her?  

          It should be understood that fairies are clever beasts,   but awfully prone to misunderstandings   (some more cynical scholars may relate it as malicious twisting of words,  willful confusion)    –––    darling Tink,  filled with malice?  Her heart quivers at the thought.  She misunderstands with all the sincerity in the world,  believing Nancy’s words to suggest that she was fully set on playing some terrible trick on a poor,  defenseless pixie;   one thrust out of her element, at that,  having found herself in the backyard of a terribly curious young girl whose keen eye proved a fateful match for Tink’s own poor skill in disguise.

           Brows knit furiously together as she flits from one shoulder to the other,  expending the little remaining energy she might hold,  arms crossed and stare deadly.  Well,  as deadly as a creature as small as a feather may be.  With the strength of an ant she stomps her feet against Nancy,  a string of unflattering insults escaping her in rapid form,  albeit only in the incomprehensible language of the fae  (sounding out in a wondrous, cacophonous chorus of bells).     ❝  ✦ *゜✧⋆⁺˚｡　・✧ *゜゜・． *✧⋇  –––– !    ゜゜....   ✦ *゜✧ ! ❞

           Of course, the shouting does so horribly take it out of her, and with an enthusiastic final ringing she settles down in a lump on Nancy’s shoulder, sitting down and appearing more tired than anyone might’ve in the history of the entire world.  Wisp of a thing turned awfully languid, she exaggerates the motions of yawning and pats at the base of Nancy’s neck, right at the edge of her shirt collar.  Take me in,  then,   she thinks,   but knowing this to be near impossible to speak,  she must do her best to mime it.  Hands raise above her to block out the light of the sun,  and she squints as if pained   –––   her other hand moves to fan herself before collapsing,  a melodrama enacting in parts:    part one,     the damsel in distress!     part two,   the death of the dear lady!     A final gasp is had as she throws her hand up towards Nancy before feigning a fainting spell,  huddled up in the small of her companion’s shoulder.  A single eye opens to peer out,  checking if her performance warranted her a spot in the shade   (better yet,  the cool of a human’s home!).

#nancyedrew #won't let me tag u this is hell... #hello :3 #i could put a little human verse together for her for sure if you'd like but #figured i'd go w the fantastical vibe for now! #albeit somewhat grounded in #nancy's own reality like i imagined something like nancy finding her in #her backyard? or smth along those lines! #also don't feel like you gotta match this length i'm realizing i have to #overwrite her actions since she's simply so physical in communication LMAO #trying out some things... we'll see we'll see...

[noctiivagus]

@fiercehearts​​ ; left a voicemail ⸻😘 ( steve for eddie & billy this lil liar )

                    → send 😘 to kiss my muse

          WHILE FOR THE MOST PART BILLY HAD STOPPED WONDERING,  there were still times that he couldn’t help asking himself how they hell did he end up in such situation  ?    Exactly what was happening in that moment,  as the first light of the morning filtered through the windows of the van,  the warmth of Steve’s back pressed against his side almost a constant in the last couple of weeks.    Strange how life seemed to work,  huh  ?    Be Billy hadn’t been able to dwell on his thoughts for too long before he felt the other man move,  head turning towards him,  and ocean hues met the sleepy ones of the other.    But before he could speak a kiss was pressed against his mouth,  and Billy found himself chuckling against Steve’s lips.    ❝  Someone woke up in a good mood,  hm  ?  ❞    A teasing murmur.

          Billy stretched the arm that Steve had been sleeping on,  flexing it a couple of times,  christ,  he really should get him to stop sleeping like that,  but that could wait,  Billy reached over,  fingers tangling in unruly dark hair.    See,  that was what he was talking about,  how did he end up sharing such cramped space to sleep with not just Steve,  but Eddie too.

          The touch was enough for Eddie to stir up,  despite things being better, sleep was still something he struggled with,  and an annoyed huff left his mouth before he batted the hand away.    Mere moments later Eddie was turning onto his side,  an arm sliding around Steve’s middle,  ❝  Always hogging all the attention,  Hargrove.  ❞    A playful bite on Steve’s shoulder.

          Oh,  if a smirk didn’t grace Eddie’s features at hearing the annoyed groan coming from Billy when he felt Steve turning around once more.    The hold he had on Steve tightening ever so slightly,  and Eddie’s expression only softened when their mouths met in a rather gentle kiss.    

#fiercehearts #billy hargrove: answered #eddie munson: answered #billy hargrove: ft. steve harrington #eddie munson: ft. steve harrington #billy hargrove: verse: main #eddie munson: verse: main #roadtrip boys uwu #let them travel in a volkswagen t2b kombi and sleep in a makeshift bed in the back of it all cramped together lmao #also go me for managing to keep this short fshdofd