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pinkalmondcake · 9 months

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I love you

Totk Link x reader (oneshot)

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This is just something I wrote a while ago and published on my wattpad and I just noticed that I have 70 followers!! Thank you so much my sweets and I hope you enjoy this lil angsty oneshot I wrote!

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warnings: angst, no comfort

‧͙⁺-ˋˏ I love you ˎˊ˚⁺‧͙

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The silence between us was unnerving, his gaze far and lost within his mind. I couldn't help but inwardly sigh, feeling the way my fingers trembled with every touch - his blood soaking my fingers.

I felt the muscles of his forearm tense at the prickling sensation of the needle, but still, he remained silent, staring at the wall of Purah's new lab with a slight furrow of his brow while I could only lower myself, inspecting the newly sewn stitch as my finger slightly grazed it - my throat tightening, "I'm finished." His eyes slowly turned to face me, his emotions swirling inside them, sadness being the most recognizable.

I couldn't help but glance down to his arm, the way his flesh was replaced something that would be nothing but a reminder of the pain he'll always live through - the gloom still swirling inside his heart and now matter how many times he tries to clense himself of the evil, he will never be the same. Neither of us will ever be the same.

I cleared my throat, struggling to swallow the lump that slowly forms within, my eyes finding themselves back to his own, seeing the way they glance at me with a look that would cause my knees to buckle, but this time I won't allow it. Not anymore, not since he left me behind in a village I had no ties to - leaving without a word, leaving whatever we had built over the years without a second thought. And eventually, I grew tired of it of waiting for him to maybe come back to me, to say sorry for the mistake he had made and that he would want nothing more to come back into my arms and stay there forever. But he didn't.

"...Thank you", his voice was quiet, hoarse but soft, his loose strands of golden hair pooling around his shoulders as his eyes filled with guilt and a slither of hope. Hope that it will all be okay in the end...but I know it never will.

I gave him a nod, packing away the medical kit while not even sparing him a glance - even though I could feel him watching me, studying me for a reason I do not want to know. A reason I don't need.

As I walked towards the doors of the messy, paper filled lab, I reached for the cool wooden door handle, pulling it downwards...but only to feel a pair of warm hands slither across my waist, pulling me into the warmth that resides behind me now, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His voice shattered, his lips trembling against the skin of my neck while his grip on my clothes only tightened, "I'm sorry."

His cry was silent, as though he was struggling to keep himself in tact while I could only stand there, numbly, not knowing what to say even though it has been more than a year ago since I last felt the graze of his calloused fingertips against my skin...more than a year ago since he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear whenever we would awake entangled in bed.

And yet, I couldn't bring myself to look at him. His blood staining my fingers while his arms were wrapped around me like I was the last piece of hope he had left.

I closed my eyes at that, my lips tightening against themself in frustration as I turned to face him - breaking away from the grip of his arms, "You have no idea what I went through, a simple sorry will never change that, Link." I slowly spoke, making sure my words were perfectly formed while I stared into his eyes, seeing the way the tears slowly fell from them- my own following soon after, "you left me without a note, without a sorry. You were just gone. Only for me to hear that you were living the time of your at Lookout a few months later while exploring the castle grounds - even having your own little room here. And not once, did you care to think of writing me a letter to explain why you left. And only now - now that I'm forced to clean your wounds once again - you talk to me."

His brow furrowed, his chapped lips frowning as he stood back, "But...but I did send you a letter. I...I did. Even though it was a month later, I sent you one y/n...I missed you and decided to explain myself and why I left you. I took your silence as my answer." I shook my head and gave him a sad smile, "Well, I never got it now did I. Even if I did, it would've only made things worse - knowing you'd never come back for a reason that'll probably eat away inside me for years to come." And with that, I pushed open the door, turning around to stare into his oceanic eyes one last time before hearing it close behind me as the breeze of the late afternoon air slithered across my cheeks, the last words I heard before the door closing being, "I'll fix this, I will."

Because I love you.

#legend of zelda #link #loz link #link x reader #link x you #loz #breath of the wild #link loz #totk link #totk link x reader #totk #tears of the kingdom #x reader #totk x reader

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marstheprinzess · 3 months

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february language goals (+ january review) ❤️

hi everyone! ♡

a quick life update, as always, before i start; i finally had my graduation ceremony back in London (pictured above) which was quite nice (the food they offered was surprisingly good too) but cold af. i’m back in germany till further notice. i do have a (remote) job now, luckily enough a company that i worked for last summer contacted me to work for them again!! i honestly don’t know why i didn’t get as much done as i thought i would of have. :( i did still help out in the family business quite often this month but since i got a new job it decreased so i only help out now once every other week. hopefully i get more of active revision and learning done this month.

my current languages:

french (A2)

dutch (A1)

edo

it might not be the right move but nonetheless, i will be adding edo to my language rotation till further notice.

but lets review my january language goals ♡:

maintain a 30 days duolingo & busuu streak (59 days on duolingo & 22 days on buusu)

write and finish the digital journal entry (notion) about my birthday trip in both french & dutch (not completed)

work through ‘Niederländisch Wort für Wort’ to and incl. chapter ‘Dieses & Jenes’ (not completed)

finish ‘UNIT TWO: Modal auxiliary verbs’ in ‘Dutch Basic’ (not completed)

write down all dutch vocabularies up to and incl. the numbers on digital dialects (website) (not completed)

write down all french vocabularies up to and incl. the numbers on digital dialects (website) (not completed)

finish ‘Articles’ in ‘CliffsQuickReview French 1’ (not completed)

write my first entry in my workbook about basic information about myself in both french & dutch (not completed)

watch 5 easyfrech & easydutch youtube videos (yes)

watch the remaining episodes of s1 miraculous (netflix) (yes)

as you can see i did not do much of any active learning this month just passively, however, i will keep a note of these goals and still try to do them.

here are my february language goals ♡:

maintain a 30 days duolingo & busuu streak

watch 5 easyfrench & easydutch youtube videos

watch the remaining episodes of s1 represent (netflix)

watch the remaining episodes of s1 misfit: die serie (netflix)

start watching another french series (netflix) e.g. ‘the circle: france’

start watching another dutch series (netflix) e.g. ‘die goldene stunde’

work through the lessons 1 - 5 in ‘The Complete French Self-Study Guide’ (eBook)

start to watch ‘Learn French in 5 Days # Day 1’ up until ‘Le verb s’appeler (32:27)’ (youtube)

create a language learning plan for edo

watch the 9 edo videos save in the watch later playlist (youtube) and take notes

watch 1 edo movie

listen to all episodes of ‘Let’s Edo’lize it: An Edo Language Podcast’ (spotify)

listen to all episodes of ‘The Great Benin Empire’ (spotify)

start the side blog

i was also thinking of creating a side blog but only for language learning but i will only be posting content about african languages, nigerian languages to be specific bc i noticed there is not a lot of info on certain languages, so it would be nice to gather them and put them in one place for future references. i will still be posting my language goals on this blog tho.

also, i know i mention i will post my past & current resources list, which i will do but i still need to edit it bc it's kind of all over the place, either way that will be my next post!

best wishes,

mars the prinzess xx

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left and right pictures are my own (a lil face reveal), the middle picture i got from pinterest ♡

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manor-tea-time · 8 months

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Let your OCs plays the INNOCENT and WHOLESOME game that’s known as “Can Your Pet?” And film their reactions!

OMG I HAVENT HEARD ABOUT CAN YOUR PET IN YEARSSSSSS. I had to redownload it and replay it to remember what stuff happened before the ending. 💀

As always, Cut for the long test/post :0

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ:

She forgot about half of the game when she found the outfits - debated the combinations for way too long. Blinked and kind of just went "Oh" when the ending happened.

Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-)<:

He took a while picking out a name. Overall taking the game fairly slowly (Ex. Taking his time on outfits, looking at the room, etc). He was fairly upset when the ending happened, but more so in a way he was attached to the pet.

LeRoy 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ:

He probably was very into it and was having fun just interacting with the lil chick. The ending was a betrayal - He was very shocked. Probably brings it up anytime there's a new video game introduced to him now. (Ex. "This won't be like can your pet right?")

Pip (◼⊗_⊗’)/*:

Pip's probably already played it ngl. He's from like the peak of the craze around that game. I’d imagine he was apart of damage control for half of this. (Ex. Explaining what it’s parodying, why it was popular, etc).

Delilah Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ:

More confused than anything else. She probably kinda just clicked through it at a fairly normal pace. Having a more “What the hell - Oh right it’s called Can Your Pet.” type of reaction. I’d imagine she’d get a small laugh out of it with further elaboration from Pip.

Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,):

I’d imagine she put a well amount of care into it and got fairly attached to the pet. Partially being from her own need to strive for perfection, and partially from just wanting to make sure she understood how the game worked. The ending left her not only shocked, but fairly sad for a while.

Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\:

They find it hilarious! 100% was probably the one that set up the game for the hunters in the first place. They are also now temporarily banned from doing so by Miss Manni.

Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`)<:

Eleanor has a tendency to kinda latch onto things fairly quickly so it was probably a similar reaction to loosing her first Rat on here. Very shocked and upset. (She also probably takes note not to play games with titles that could be taken literally).

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#identity v #idv ocs #idv oc ask blog #idv askblog #oc #The Costume Maker #The Lampsmith #“Key-Master”#The Glass Artist #The “Hero”#The Living Mannequin #The Automaton #The Shadowed Man #Anon Visits

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boba-beom · 3 years

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bestie I can no longer do anything 🧎🏻‍♀️

HE IS SO PERFECT AND FOR W H A T

Aisha pls 😭 his asmr today? when he sang that clip yeonjun posted on twt?! his giggles?? he is our pride and joy I can’t handle it anymore- yes I’m weak for all of txt but only Gyu has ma heart 🤧

He just makes me:

#scintillasofbeomgyu 🧸#moots ღ #ˋˏ lil notes ˎˊ #bamtoris tell me y’all are okay #beomgyu makes everyone cry #mom i love him pt 573839 #hang in there aisha- all we have to do is wait

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cunaeparker · 3 years

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fluorescent gaze | b. barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

genre: fluff | university!au | roommate!au

note: inspired by this ask ! its not exactly what was requested but i put my own lil twist on it :) this wok was initially called ‘lightbulbs’ so thats why it alludes to them a lot (personally i LOVE dull yellow lights they make me feel so cozy) so i hope its not too confusing . it also gets a lil spicy at the end :’) i made this work an x reader not fem!reader like i usually do bc i think that garners more attention and i feed off of that LMAO . enjoy loves !!!

— you’re fed up, bucky’s too smug for his own good, your shared apartment is in dire need of a renovation, and there’s no better way to cope with copious amounts of schoolwork than your favourite cinnamon whisky

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The light that emanated from the old lamps in your flat were dull and yellow but in the months you had lived there you had learned to love it.

They were boring and emitted something like a greasy radiance—perhaps something you'd find in a hole-in-the-wall bar in rural Texas—but you really didn't mind; they were warm and comfortable, and even though they were a little gross it reminded you of a warm winter night cuddled up in front of a large window with your favourite blanket as snow fell softly from outside.

Again, you didn't mind, but your roommate, Bucky, hated it. He always made a point to change the light bulbs at some point during the day but because you were two busy college students, that was virtually impossible thanks to the piles of homework and PowerPoints you had to put together basically every night.

Bucky always made plans to fix up the old flat, but it never got done. You've been sitting on nearly three months of his promises.

And as you walked into your flat, brandishing an empty cup of coffee and a tired smile, just thankful to be home, that's the one thing Bucky brought up again. Those goddamn lightbulbs.

Bucky perked up from the couch at the sound of your entrance, wearing a large grey sweater with the university's logo and a black pair of plaid pajama pants. His eyes were tired and weary and you could see the tiredness carve out the contours of his cheeks, but the smile that beamed from this face at the sight of you was enough to put your concern to rest.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky greeted brightly as he got off the couch, hurrying over to you and taking your bag from your hand. Enveloping you in a warm hug, you could smell him—a lovely cedarwood and spearmint combination—and couldn't help the small smile forming on your lips. "I missed you today," he mumbled, digging his face into your neck and eliciting a chuckle from you, "it's been so boring without someone to talk to about those lights."

"Why are you so infatuated with those damn lightbulbs?" you laughed, feeling Bucky frown into the crook of your neck, making a disapproving grunting noise. You smirked and wrapped your arms tighter around him. "Of course, how could I forget? I missed you too, Barnes. You're such a child," you teased.

You could feel him beam and your heart purred.

He pushed himself away from you and made sure to flick your forehead for good measure before taking your bag and tossing it to the other side of the room. He winced when he heard something shatter from the inside as he sat on the couch, but when he looked to you, you just smirked and shook your head, walking to sit down beside him.

"You didn't break anything," you assured, words laced with amusement, making sure to tell him before he had the chance to start apologizing rapid-fire. "There was just a tumbler in there, don't worry about it. Those things sound like glass when they're thrown around."

A relieved smile broke across his features. "Great," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

You had always loved his hair. Ever since high school, you had always taken the chance to run your fingers through it, braid it when it got too long, or wash it when he was too bloodied and bruised to do it himself.

You guessed that Bucky noticed your longing gaze, and him, knowing that playing with his hair was like a stress reliever to you, smiled gently and tilted his head towards you.

"Go ahead."

Your reaction was immediate: a grateful softening of your previously tense expression, a beaming smile, and a small little noise of happiness echoing from your throat.

You placed your hand on Bucky's bicep before gratefully snuggling into his side, running your fingers through his hair. Bucky seemed to sink into your touch at that, because you could feel his chest release a deep breath of air he had probably been holding in all day.

That poor boy worked himself to death.

Though you knew all of his hobbies and had all of his interests at heart, whenever you tried to offer something to help relieve some of that tension, he always declined. Of course it was politely, and usually with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, but honestly, you didn't know what to do.

Even now, as he sank into your side and closed his eyes in bliss, you could still feel how tense his muscles were. He was always so tense, and you longed to help him out. You even resorted to booking him a massage as a birthday present one year, but he looked so mortified when you told him you had to say it was a joke and cancel.

Bucky needed stress relief, and as much as you hated to admit it, it probably wasn't you. Or anything you could offer.

Your content expression faltered for a moment and your hands combing through his tangles slowed. Are you really not worth anything to him? Were all of those days spent looking for things to cease his constant state of stress for nothing...?

The abrupt pause caused Bucky to notice your distress.

He lifted his head from your shoulder and frowned, gently gripping your forearms.

"Are you okay?" he asked, gaze calculated as he peered deeply into your face, "You seem upset about something."

You bit back a rueful smile. Damn him, he could tell just about everything you're feeling.

"I'm fine, Buck." You tried a smile. "Just... thinking, s'all."

Bucky didn't buy that excuse for a minute.

He looked at you knowingly and tightened his grip on your hands. "Are you sure?"

His gaze was so concerned that it nearly had you swooning. His eyes were staring into yours with such conviction you had to hold back the urge to surge forward and kiss him.

You finally sighed and smiled softly, blowing out a stream of air between your lips.

"I'm good. Don't worry," you repeated, leaning forward to press a reassuring kiss to the top of his head. "It'll be fine."

Bucky hummed from underneath. "Okay, Y/N/N. You know, if there's anything on your mind that you need to talk about, I'm always here."

"I know."

Bucky grinned. "Great. Love you, Y/N."

Your heart clenched at how easily he threw that word around. Your expression shifted ever so slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.

You attempted another smile and dug your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his warm skin.

"Love you too, Buck," you said, words muffled by his skin.

A small silence passed before Bucky punctured it.

"When do you want to change those lightbulbs?" he asked, voice dripping in mirth, "I know you've made plans to do that for awhile—"

"Oh my God," you snorted, pulling away and swatting his arm as your eyes crinkled, "You've said you were going to do it for the past three months! I'm not going to be the one to do it!"

Bucky laughed, "What? You're always so pissy when I don't—"

You put your hands over your face. "Bucky." You took your hands away from your face and looked him fiercely in the eye, suppressing the urge to smack him across the face when you saw the big smirk he was wearing. "Please, I beg of you, shut the fuck up."

Bucky tilted his head to the side, bringing his hands up to grab the side of your arms. "Awe, why?" he fake-empathized, "I haven't done anything."

"You annoy me."

His eyes twinkled and his nose scrunched. "You look pretty amused to me."

You're silent for a moment.

"God I hate you," you mumbled, letting out a sharp laugh before getting up and smacking him across the back of his head.

"Hey!" he frowned, rubbing the spot where you hit him, "What gives?"

You ignored him. Walking towards the small kitchen, you reached into a small cabinet and pulled out two ceramic mugs Bucky had made in high school. His mug was navy blue, and it would be nice if it wasn't for the fact that it was brandishing a big dick on the bottom of the inside.

The art teacher failed him for that one.

But your mug, the one that he created ever-so selflessly, was doused in an ugly pink with a messy heart on the side. It looked extremely elementary and childish, but the gesture still made you smile.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked from the couch, frown on his face as he draped his body over the back of it. "I thought you hated tea."

You only shook your head, an enigmatic smirk twitching up the corners of your lips.

"I don't like tea," you said, raising a brow as you grabbed a bottle of Fireball, "and at this moment we don't have any clean cups because I don't feel like doing dishes, so we're using the mugs."

"For what?"

"Getting drunk."

With a big smile you turned, brandishing the bottle of cinnamon whisky as if it were treasure.

Bucky didn't miss a beat. His lips curved into a grin and he got up from the couch, walking over to you and taking his blue mug.

"Oh yeah?" he said smugly, tilting his head to the side, "And why is that?"

"Because it's Friday and this week sucked ass and I don't want to hear any more about those fuckin' lightbulbs, that's why."

His reaction was immediate: a sly quirk of his mouth, a quick lick of his lips, and blue eyes that began to gleam. Anticipation. You honestly had expected a bigger reaction from him, because the boy loved to drink and especially with you, but he only shrugged.

He snatched the bottle of whisky from your hand and began undoing the top.

"Sounds good to me."

Approximately two hours later, you were fucked.

And Bucky was even more so.

You were fucked from a mental standpoint thanks to your level of inebriation, fucked from the heat that began to take over your body when the alcohol entered your system, fucked from the look on Bucky's face as he took a deep drag of the cigarettes he only used for special occasions—one of them being when he got drunk because for some reason as soon as a drop of alcohol tainted his tongue he could smoke until the cows came home—but the only difference?

Bucky was relishing in his inebriation whereas you were a horny, smelling-like-cigarettes mess.

Watching him inhale the smoke with fascinated eyes, enamored by the way his lips wrapped around the filter, you decided to do something bold.

"Buck, you know in the movies where the character's smoking and then they share it with the other character? We should do that."

Bucky frowned and puckered his lips as he let out a stream of smoke.

"That makes no sense," he slurred.

You laughed, and perhaps if you were sober you would've realized that it was a little too loud, but you didn't care.

"You're funny," you said, grinning as you stumbled over to his heated form. "You know what I mean, Buckaroo."

"I hate that nickname."

"I hate you."

Bucky maintained coy eye contact as he took another drag. "I hate you."

"No, I hate you."

A lazy grin spread across his face. "I hate you more."

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, touching his forehead to yours. The movement was messy and his forehead bounced right off yours for a moment, causing a small sting of pain to run through your head, but you didn't care to bring it up.

You laughed and cupped the side of his cheeks.

"Let's do the movie thing," you whispered, following his eyes with your own, "I want to do it."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Just do whatever."

"You're confusing me."

"Just do it, Barnes," you laughed.

He grinned. "D'ya mean this?" he asked, snaking his hand between your connected bodies to take another drag. His lips curled perfectly around the filter as he closed his eyes, relishing in it, and you had to stop yourself from sucking in a breath. Since when had your best friend become so... handsome?

Your eyes peered into his as they opened to reveal that brilliant bright blue.

He held the smoke in his mouth, unable to speak. Leaning forward slowly, too slowly, his eyes met yours again before his own fluttered shut.

"Buck," you whispered, closing your own eyes now as a hand reached to fist his hair.

The moment was slow.

His lips brushed against yours as he leaned close, impossibly close, hanging on to the sensual moment... he sighed and opened his mouth, opening his mouth and breathing the smoke into your own...

It tasted like cigarettes. But it also tasted like Bucky.

You suppressed a gasp of pleasure.

The movement wasn't even heady or extremely sexual, but the overwhelming familiarity of your best friend washed over you like a wave, dousing you in new realizations... you liked him. Liked Bucky. And now you wanted to taste him.

The smoke was still unfurling out of his nostrils and mouth when you opened your eyes.

And you didn't take any time before crashing your lips to his.

Usually, the moment before the kiss is tender and slow and oversaturated with love. But this? This wasn't necessarily love, but lust. Perhaps a crude mixture of both.

You could sense Bucky's eyes jolting open. You could feel him want to say something, but surprisingly, he didn't and didn't pull away either—and instead, he embraced the contact.

Wholly.

Cupping the side of your face, he let out a quiet moan that sent an electric shock to the apex of your thighs. You reciprocated with just as much fervor, and when you felt his tongue deepen the kiss, you were an absolute goner, feeling as if you could fade away into the night and his touch.

God, thank fuck for those lightbulbs.

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turquoise-skyyyy · 3 years

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I love biana(yes this is the title don’t question it)

Note: i am too uncreative to come up with a title, how are you today-

lil rewrite of that one scene in flashback where biana actually existed. if you don’t know/remember that scene, first of all, same, second of all, enjoy biana actually having center stage for once and block out the original from your memory :D

Word count: i have no idea why i have this when i can never be bothered to check the word count

There was a ringing sound. It was dull, and it seemed to echo in her head as she swam through the murky darkness. The black was growing lighter, but the ringing louder. She was sure Vespera was coming for her again, back to finish the job, and she would be all alone, drowning in a pool of her own red misery again.

She had heard the same ringing in her ears when Vespera had struck the first blow, and suddenly her skin was prickling with the shards embedded in her skin and warm blood was dripping down her sides and the ringing was so, so loud- Biana shot up in bed, looking around wildly with her arms held up to shield the blows, but the ringing had softened to a tinny alarm and the only sticky wet dripping down was cold sweat. Biana groaned and reached out for the imparter on her jewel-encrusted bedside table, clicking the button without checking who had disturbed her from sleep. “Biana?” Dex’s voice filled the room, and he sounded a little out of breath. “What?” she snapped. She was so not in the mood to be his weird technopathy experiment buddy. “What is it?” “Sophie’s awake.” Biana’s eyes widened and she brought the imparter close to her face, uncaring of her wild bedhead for once. She could see the top part of Dex’s face and the side of Tam’s face and bangs. The view was shaky, most likely due to Dex’s other arm being out of commission. “Really? Fitz too?” “...no, but Elwin says he’s fine!” Dex said hurriedly. “Just sedated.” “Oh.” Biana slumped back in bed, tossing the imparter onto the other side of the sprawling comforter. “Well, thanks for the update.” “Are you gonna come over here and visit?” Biana rolled over so that her voice was muffled by the pillow. The tiny crystals embedded into the pale purple pillowcase dug into her skin, but she pressed her face in harder. “Yeah, probably.” “Okay... see you then?” “Maybe.”

Dex clicked off, and the room fell silent.

Biana sighed and rolled over, running a finger over the light imprints the tiny jewels had left on her face. She avoided the scars.

A selfish thought crossed her mind. What if she just didn’t visit them?

After all, they didn’t come to see her when she was stuck in the healing center. They didn’t even bother to check up on her when she was finally released to go home. They left her alone, every single time...

And yet she was still slipping on glittering shoes and brushing her hair and covering her scars with brightly colored fabric for them.

“Hey, Dad, can I come with you to Foxfire?”

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Biana almost left the room without saying anything. Besides the fact that it would be weird to pop up after having witnessed at least part of Sophie and Keefe’s... moment, it really hurt to see Sophie talking to Keefe so gently. Sophie cared about him, which was more than she had ever done for Biana.

Biana tried not to resent her for it too much. She’s the moonlark! She has important things to do! She’s supposed to save us all! She doesn’t have time for friends!

Well, that was, unless they were Fitz or Keefe.

Sophie would move mountains just to give them her time.

Nobody even bothered to check on Biana when she was in healing center, but Sophie ends up here and the entire gang plus the adults decide to drop everything to be with her. Biana nearly died, and sometimes she wondered how much would really change if she had.

But then Fitz woke up, and his eyes were clear and his words were determined and Biana couldn’t just stand there in silence. She couldn’t stay invisible when her brother was surely going to do something stupid the second she turned a blind eye. Even if he didn’t care about her anymore, she would never stop caring about him.

Sophie’s eyes widened at his outburst, stunned to see him awake. “You don’t think I’m losing my mind?

His jaw set at Sophie’s question, and Biana could see the stupid resolve sparkling in the eyes they shared.

“No, I think you’re angry, and I’m right there with you.”

Biana rolled her eyes and appeared in the dark corner she’d been hiding in. “So am I.”

“Vanishers,” Keefe grumbled. Biana flashed a sweet smile in return. “How long have you been there?”

“Not that long.” Long enough to see my friends have enough time for each other but never enough for me. “I snuck off with my dad when he went with Sandor and Grady to talk to Magnate Leto. But I stayed for this, because I wanted to make sure you guys didn’t decide something without me, since you’ve been super overprotective lately.”

“We have?” Sophie asked.

“Not you.” You don’t even care about me when I’m dying. “But Fitz refused to let me go to Grizel’s training sessions. And Woltzer won’t teach me either.”

“That’s because Woltzer doesn’t like you,” Fitz informed in that annoying, I know more than you because I’m older and perfect and everyone loves me voice. “You’re always sneaking off and getting him in trouble for losing his charge. Like right now.”

Biana plastered a grin on her face painfully. “It’s not my fault he can’t keep up with me. And all I’m saying is, I’m sick of being treated like I’m some broken doll because of what Vespera did- and you know that’s what you’ve been doing.”

“We found you passed out in a puddle of your own blood!” Fitz argued.

Yeah, and yet the second Sophie comes in I no longer matter. I can tell you guys care so much about me, Biana wanted to scream.

“You don’t have to remind me!” she snapped back. She rolled up one of the sleeves she had wrapped herself in earlier, showing off the scars she tried so hard to keep hidden.

Biana couldn’t believe Fitz wanted to talk to her about her own experiences when he always put them below his stupid pointless feelings about his stupid perfect Sophie.

Everyone was so perfect and Biana was so tired of trying to keep up when every part of her just wasn’t.

“The next time I take on Vespera, I want to win,” Biana said, tracing an arm down the huge scar on her bicep. It was the ugliest, but strangely, the one that bothered her the least. She was almost proud of it. Even if nobody else cared, she cared that she had survived and she had the mark to prove it.

“And I’m sure Tam, Dex, and Linh will want to get in on this,” she added. “Probably Marella too. Maybe even Wylie. We should ask them.” Because I haven’t forgotten them like you have. I haven’t thrown them aside for boys like you have, Moonlark.

Biana drowned out the rest of the conversation. It was just them dragging on and being upset and being friends and Biana wasn’t exactly keen on watching. But still, still, Biana couldn’t help but care when Sophie tried to insist that she was fine.

“I think you need to rest first, though,” Biana said, forcing herself to jump in. The room was growing more suffocating by the second. “Let the medicine do its job. You guys need to get better, okay?”

For the world’s sake, if not for Biana’s.

They gave her promises to rest and get better, Biana promised to get everyone else on board, and she almost made it out the door with Keefe. But Sophie never made things easy.

“Wait,” Sophie called. “Keefe still hasn’t said if he’s with us.”

Keefe’s returning smile was so sweet, his lingering hand as he took Sophie’s so plainly affectionate, that Biana had to turn away. Seeing them speak in those soft tones just poured an aggressive amount of salt into the open wound that they never stopped ripping open. They never even gave it enough time to scab.

She was out of the room before she could hear the words that spilled from Keefe’s lips, certain that if she stayed a second longer, they would have pushed her over the edge.

She darted into an empty classroom, pulling her sleeve down to cover her scars with clumsy, trembling fingers and pulling out her imparter. She hailed Dex, hoping the shaking wouldn’t be obvious on screen. He picked up, but she was speaking before he could say a word.

“Hey, Dex, got any science experiments you need help with?” Biana asked, unable to keep her mouth from quirking up into a soft smile when he let out a little shriek of pure joy. “I need a distraction.”

#i did a thing again #in other words #justice for biana #kotlc rewrite #biana vacker #skyyyy'swriting

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hey hotties! thank you for visiting this lil blog! your love and attention mean the world to me and i’m happy that you want to request for my writing. here’s a quick set of rules you can refer to before submitting a request

before requesting anything fanfic/hc/imagine related please refer to this list. to be fair to those who do, I will delete your ask or respond with an answer if it doesnt follow the mentioned rules. however, please feel free to ask me anything that isn’t addressed so i can add it to the list!

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DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK!!!

Requests: CLOSED

What characters do you write for?

i write for every character except for Mineta, Overhaul, and Endeavor. please respect that

How many characters can I request?

three or less

Do you write smut/nsfw?

yeah! for the most part. i don’t feel like i’m good at it, and i tend to stay vanilla, but i’m open to exploring. there’s some nsfw content i’m uncomfortable writing, but i’ll get into that next

What will you not write?

Non-consenual

Incest

Anything sexual related with minors

Anything to do with unsanitary bodily fluids: vomiting, urinating, defacating, etc.

Using any form of mental illness to coerce characters into sexual relationships

Gross torture (debatable depending on the context)

Physical ailments that I don’t understand--NOTE: this is not to say that I won’t write for those with physical disabilities. I would NEVER be discriminatory towards those with disabilities both mental and physical. However, there are some conditions that might be hard for me to write because I fear of being insensitive. Of course, I’ll always do my research, but if you request something with a physical disability present, it would be helpful to add a bit of info so I get it right!

I’m sure there’s more to add bc y’all get nasty. so i reserve the right to delete your ask if it’s something i won’t write

Besides characters, who do you write for?

so, i’m black if that wasn’t obvious enough lmao. this blog was created for the sole purpose of maintaing a safe and welcoming environment for black and brown people bc y’all like to be exclusive with your red cheeks. however, i will always make my writings accessible and inclusive to all readers regardless of race, sex, gender, weight, height, etc. unless stated otherwise!

with that being said, i encourage all blogs and writers to do the same :)

How many asks can I submit at a time?

tbh, idc bc i don’t respond to asks in order. i jump around to ones that interest me so i don’t get burnt out. submit as many as you like, but just be mindful to myself and give others a chance to submit requests. i can usually tell who’s submiting 100 asks at once even if it’s on anon

Do I have to request something related to BNHA?

i don’t write for other fandoms, but if you’re just making a comment or asking about life, drop your ask! sometimes i disappear bc of school/work, but i’ll try to get back to it asap. i love talking to y’all! it makes me feel closer to you

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side note: bc this is a side blog, my main blog appears when I respond to your comments. it’s @/lvebrwn

thank you for visiting again! i love you deep. stay safe, healthy, and happy sugar plums

updated: August 3rd, 2020

#bnha rules #mha #mythiccheroacademia asks

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