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#home is wherever you are
bakedtarot · 10 months
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a home is more than a building you sleep in. home is wherever you want it to be, wherever you truly rest, wherever you draw comfort. and sometimes, home is a meal that brings you back to when things were perhaps more simple.
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nowandevermore · 2 years
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One week. It presents the opportunity to change everything — everything they are, everything they were, and everything they will be.
It's time for a new adventure. One that will show them exactly where they should be.
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yrsonpurpose · 2 months
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Come on, let me change your ticket home.
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the fact that the “what does it feel like to be in love” montage picks out so many tropes and moments that we’ve all pointed to for decades as we’ve been queerbaited and told over and over again that it doesn’t mean what we think it means and explicitly says these things are exactly what you think these things are why they are in love these things are their love is so…
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mosaickiwi · 1 month
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(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language) Hello, I hope you are doing well! Can I ask you for a drabble about the wedding day of an emotional MC who burst into tears because she thought that this day would never come and REDACTED, but without the “lavish ceremony” (lots of guests, wedding suits, huge celebration, etc.) (please forgive me, I hope I was able to express myself clearly, thank you very much and have a nice day!) ฅ'ω'ฅ
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By law I must post wedding fic on Valentine's Day!!!
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~Wedding Day~
You nervously toyed with the ring in your palm, heart racing so hard it hurt. It was still difficult to believe what was happening. This was happening.
It was the same golden ring your partner had worn since you first met him. There wasn't a moment you ever saw them without it as he changed from a shy, stuttering mess in a cardigan to the clingy, dark-haired brat of a man you fell in love with more and more each day. Although the amount of rings they wore had grown.
That fateful day on the playground was something you couldn't even remember, and from what your companion told, you didn't want to. The second try was a far better memory for the both of you anyway. You were the one who proposed that time, catching them by complete surprise with the confidence you never usually had to ask anything of him. But you managed to do it.
And now you were the one who would put a ring on their finger.
“We haven't even started the vows,” [REDACTED] quietly said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Y'can’t be cryin’ just yet, Angel.”
“Am I crying?” The words came out hoarse from your already tightening throat. You hadn't realized. Sure enough, hot tears were streaming down your face as he gently wiped at them with his thumb. 
You tried to calm down, gazing up at him to distract yourself. Their voice had the same familiarly teasing tone it always did, but you could tell from the soft quiver to his lower lip that he was holding back his own tears.
“Yeah, it’s—” He let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then hurriedly pushed his dark hair out of his reddening eyes. You wanted to tease him back about it, but you knew if you tried to speak again the tears would come flooding even worse. Another few moments passed as you both tried to collect yourselves.
Surprisingly, it took him a little longer. The tears on your cheeks had long fell and dried while he stood in front of you, eyes shrouded behind their bangs.
But after one more unsteady breath, he seemed to find his way again and look at you. “Are you ready?” they asked, a shakiness to their hands as he reached for the dangling chain around your neck—the necklace he’d given to you months ago once he’d found the courage to say yes to your proposal.
With your anxious nod of approval, he continued. Cool fingertips brushed at your collarbone, finding the silver clasp at the back of your neck and releasing it with a faint clicking of metal. The necklace fell loosely in his hands as he pulled it away. The golden ring easily slid from the chain and he rolled it in his fingers for a long moment, staring at it silently.
They were noticeably calmer this time, with a trembling smile that reached their eyes as he took your left hand and repeated himself. 
“Ready?”
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accio-victuuri · 5 months
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so this is your home… // residence. not home. { hualian at paradise manor } 🤍
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messrsage · 4 months
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instead of writing i just spent an hour making this
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(all art credit goes to likeafunerall)
(( i am hoping chapter 1 will be out next weekend))
update: chatper one is now on ao3! link here!
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enchanted-keys · 11 months
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❁ Anne and Gilbert in Anne with an E 1.07 “Wherever you are is my home”
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Another one
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gnnosis · 10 months
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love, of all sorts / wherever you are
[ “home,” edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros / everything everywhere all at once (2022) / afterlife 1x04 / ted lasso 3x12 / greywaren, maggie stiefvater / succession 4x10 / “francesca,” hozier / dead poets society (1989) / “queers” (bbc), alan cumming / “i carry your heart with me,” ee cummings ]
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vinestaff · 10 months
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small wally sketch since i wanted to try rendering? or shading like this for a new experience :)
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dearreader · 10 days
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He misses home his friend, Riza. She misses her friend fathers former apprentice, Roy.
i had no idea what to do for the love letters event, so i decided to make the postcards i forgot to do last year. since the theme this year was “home” i thought it would be nice to think about young royai and both of them missing each other.
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ackercho · 1 year
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Levi craves to be touched, to touch, to feel your warm skin against his. Levi craves intimacy, love, to truly love and be loved but most of it all he craves domesticity.
To wake up by your side, to brew your favourite tea for you, to play with your hair, to hear you ramble about anything that crosses your mind, to clean your home together, not a house, a home. That space between four walls that wouldn't feel as warm and lively if it weren't for the both of you, yes, he does feel that it mostly has to do with you but he can see so much of him too and for once it makes him happy, cause it means he's finally building a home not literally but figuratively. Something that he'd never had before.
He's not alone anymore, and it's the first time he feels that way in a while.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh concept :000
Harbinger!Reader
That's it that's the ask ajsdfklakjdwobdisdhosdbs
OOOOOOHHHH OH THAT'S A GOOD ONE OMNOMNOMNONM
you're the Fair Lady's replacement, a good fit too, with your calm and reasonable demeanor- perfect for diplomacy, perhaps even better than the late La Signora herself in that category. while you can't say that you're rivals or at odds with any of your coworkers, you certainly aren't close to them either; you're all very private people, preferring to work alone, which is fitting since you all have different duties corresponding to your rank. so no, you can't say that any of the other Harbingers are your friends
well. except, maybe, for Tartaglia
the Eleventh began pestering you the moment you joined the ranks, asking you to spar or train or help him with weaponry. why? who knows. your expertise lies in negotiating and forging connections with other nations, mostly for Snezhnaya's benefit of course, not battles or sparring, and you tell him as such. eventually he does settle down but still sticks to you like glue when both of you are at Headquarters, talking your ear off as you listen and in return allowing you to speak the few words that you have to say- to be frank, you find his stories much more interesting than your relatively routine Harbinger duties, yet whenever you do speak up Tartaglia hangs onto your every word, deep azure eyes wide and earnest
he even trusts you enough to show you Foul Legacy, the monstrous Abyssal creature ironically sweeter and gentler than his human counterpart, delicately sniffing you and nuzzling his face against your hair with a soft purr when you first meet. he's vaguely aware of how dangerous Tartaglia's work is so Legacy ALWAYS frets over you when you're gone, even if Tartaglia repeatedly tells him that your job is not the same as his, and immediately when you return to Snezhnaya you're pulled aside by a certain ginger-haired Harbinger, a goofy smile on his face as he squeezes you tight before willingly relinquishing his body to Foul Legacy, who immediately bumps his forehead against yours and rumbles in delight. he loves listening to you speak, so he tugs you onto his lap and nudges your hand until you tell him about your travels, voice calm and steady as he absorbs every word you say, somewhere deep in Zapolyarny Palace <3
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It's missing Tech hours because the Crosshair Reunion Tour ™ is happening and I know our favorite nerd would be so proud and happy to see his brother healing and coming home 😭
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flamboyant-king · 19 days
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Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.
I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.
I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.
So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?
#i was in there for a week and ill continue partial hospitalization for a few weeks#i hope i learn more and i hope i get specific help to my issues. because whay i learned there didnt directly pertain to me#but having structured daily life felt nice. but it wasnt all relaxing because there were still responisibilites on the outside world#tapping on the window or calling me on the phone. chose the best time for a meltdown. i have taxes and credit card bills to take care of#but if i stress about it now ill jsut be going back to the ER and thats no good. the hospital was so cold dude im glad im home with blankets#this is mr octopus again. im glad i broguh hom to work. i went straight to er from work and if i had no plushie with me#i probably would have stayed longer or be even more mentally unstable and distressed. its good to have comfort items#i dont think i want to know ehat if be like without some kind of companion or grounding item with me. i dont want to imagine me without em#its okay to have a little friend with you. i would be so distraught. everyone loved me there#the nurses the patients the residents yhe social workers the students#mr. octopus made them happy because of his big smile and mine too. the people there did not expect the mass amoutns of stress and depression#in this bubbly happy baby witb a happy pink octopus. one of the patients thought it was the meds the happy pills they gave me#no im jsut naturally like this. or artificially like this. i still dont know how to express or understand my feelings#if what im showing is real or not because i know ill be the happiest in the room wherever i go. maybe its a front or a mask#but when im like that kinda hard to know whats really underneath. they always ask me if im okay but i turn to myself#and its nondescript like ive put a blanket over how i really feel. its weird. the bubbly energy is blinding.#words#mr octopus#mental health#doodles
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