#rain writes

[hobidreams]

minis: july 1874.

time goes on, and so does your love stretch and grow alongside it.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: angst, fluff words: ~800 contains: historical au, talk of pregnancy

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 47. start from the beginning?

"...Not this time. Again."

In the starlit darkness of your apothecary, your voice comes out tender, red and raw as if the words scrape your throat on their way out. Your hands are flattened on the wooden table, your knees shaky but still thankfully enough to support you as you try to maintain your bravest face. But it's always futile when it's him you're facing. Your Yoongi.

Your Yoongi who only lets a small, sad smile flicker onto his lips before he is pulling you into his warm arms. He buries his face into the dip of your neck where your scent gathers, presses a tiny kiss beneath your jaw.

You feel the silk of his robes softly drag against your wrists. Feel his limbs tremble ever so slightly, even though he must be trying his utmost best to keep himself steady.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his shoulder, wishing for yet another month that you had better news to give. More than blood staining your undergarments that you handwash until the red disappears into the water as if it had never existed in the first place, each scrub a fresh sting in your heart.

"Don't you dare."

Against you, Yoongi twitches, tenses. He breaks from you reluctantly, shifting until he's far enough away to look you in the eyes, hold you captive in his strong gaze.

"This is no fault of yours, janae," he says, tracing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Never."

This small act of affection makes the threat of tears known behind your eyes. Though you've grown hopelessly used to them in the past years, his kisses, his warmth, to have his kindness in the face of such failure is...

"Isn't it?" You pull away from him then, take a few steps away to your table where herbs and fine powders litter the tabletop, remnants of your day's work. "None of my brews have been effective."

"Yet," he says instantly, the word pressed out so intensely you almost believe him. "Effective yet."

"...It's just hard to watch her."

The beautiful queen. Well in the fifth month of being with child, her growing belly swells with love and happiness. She rubs oils you provide on her skin daily, willing to drink any bitter health tonic to ensure her babe's safety. As much as you love visiting her, chatting with her about all things related to the future heir of the country... You can feel your heart whimpering each time you see her. Ugly and jealous.

"We have time," Yoongi whispers, brushing a tendril of hair away from your forehead. "I promise."

"Okay." You exhale, letting him soothe your hurt. "And... I suppose being a while behind the queen will allow us to make good use of the clothing her child outgrows."

Yoongi raises a dark eyebrow at you. "Please. You think I would not personally order the most luxurious, newest clothing the country's top seamstresses can make for our precious baby?"

"Technically, her baby is yours too," you say with a small grin, even though you all know the truth.

He hums, amusement now playing on his lips. "Hoseok still has a difficult time keeping a neutral face when the advisors say the same. I had to order him to leave the chambers on more than one occasion already, lest he give everything away with that ever-changing expression of his."

"He can't help it. He's just so excited." You're grateful for this slight change of topic. "Do you think he'll tell Aera?"

"I don't know." Yoongi says that more often now, at least in your presence and Eunuch Kim's and sometimes even in front of the Queen. He's learned that kings don't need to know everything. That so many people within the palace are there to support him, even in his moments of falter. "I don't know if she is old enough to keep that secret. But eventually? Yes."

You place a hand on his chest and feel the thump of his heart beneath your fingertips. "And... will you... Will you tell their child when it is time?"

"Of course." His breath is warm with summer as it brushes over you, slightly bitter with the tea he uses to keep himself awake on advisor assembly days. "We are... one joined family now, as unconventional as it is. And if I have learned anything from my mother... every one of you deserve the truth. The queen, Hoseok, Aera, you..." His gentle fingers drift down to your stomach. "... and the little one that will join us eventually."

"Okay." You take his hand as you look into his eyes, read the absolute love, the sureity written there. You will trust in yourself as you do him, as you do the small pond rock that sits snugly in your right pocket, accompanying you through even the hardest hours. "Okay."

a/n: hey all! long time no see! if you're still here to read this--i'm SO grateful for you. i recently watched the Yoongi Road to D-Day movie and as soon as Daechwita came up, i was thrown back into this story and i just missed it so much. this mini was originally begun like a year ago in response to some comments from readers who were curious about what happened with our dear uinyeo-nim's wish to have a child! i wanted to show some of that struggle, some of the tenderness between them and how the world has changed in the few years since the end of the series :)

#moonlit throne #yoongi #rain writes #umm kinda crazy that i havent written fic in years #but this series will always have a soft spot in my heart #so... pls enjoy this tiny little thing #<3

[rain-is-cool]

drops this and runs

I was debating wether or not to post this but fuck it we ball

#wowzers #dhakjeqkwjejkwjwjejej i hope i don’t regret posting this #wrote this while listening to my q!Jaiden playlist :3 #rain writes #q!jaiden #jaiden qsmp #qsmp jaiden #jaiden animations qsmp #qsmp jaiden animations #q!roier #roier qsmp #qsmp roier #iroier #bobby qsmp #bobby the egg #qsmp bobby #parrotduo #parrotduo qsmp

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester (mentioned), Charlie Bradbury (mentioned) Additional Tags: destiel crack, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Destiel - Freeform, Miscommunication, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, References to Canon, Canon-to a point Summary:

Miscommunication? My *my* Destiel? It's more likely than you think!

Is this crack? Yes. Did I still write it as seriously as my literal published novel? Also yes. Enjoy!

#babys first crack fic #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #destiel crack #destiel crack fic #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #cas #fanfic #writing #my writing #fic #my fic #rain writes

[splatteredfandoms523]

I Heard You Couldn't Sleep

Mad meticulously got the bed ready, blankets laid out in precise positions for maximum cuddles and maximum comfort. He was in one of Mare's t-shirts and a pair of comfy pants as he went out to find the other three men in the house, a bit pouty about no one coming to bed with him.

He found Dark first, in the predictable spot. He was pacing in his office, on the phone with Wilford, as that was the name he kept saying as he sounded more and more irritated. So, Mad decided to get help for getting him and moved on through the house.

Mad found Anti next, tinkering with some laptops with trying to occupy himself. This seemed much easier to deal with than Dark on a business call with Wilford, so he went in. He gave Anti his best pout and walked over to him.

Anti tilted his head and frowned a bit, "Awww, why are ye poutin'?"

Mad looked incredibly tired and pouty, "I made the bed, and no one was coming to join me. And Dark is on a business call, and I haven't found Mare yet."

Anti chuckles, getting up and going over to press a kiss to Mad's forehead, "Well, how about I get Darky, and you go find Mare? I have a feeling that the music man is looking for you too, go check the bedroom."

Mad nods as Anti goes to get Dark. Anti then glitches in and takes the phone from him.

"Hey, Bubbles, Imma need you to handle this shit on your own for a bit. Mad is pouty. Darky has to come with me. Deal with it."

Dark looks a bit irritated still, but he takes a deep breath and lets Anti take him to bed.

Mad, however, pads back to the room to first hear and then see Mare playing a soft lullaby on his guitar. Mare stops and puts the guitar away when Mad comes in, pulling him in for a cuddle at seeing the tired pout.

"Long day, Starlight?"

"Mhmm. I just wanted cuddles and no one was here with me."

"I'm sorry, Starlight. But let's let Anti drag Dark in here, and I'll sing you a lullaby, hmm?"

"That sounds nice--" Mad breaks into a yawn.

Anti then plops in with Dark, "Sorry we're late, but I got him off the damn phone."

Mad just smiles, "It's all okay now."

Dark looks a little annoyed, but with a look from Mare, he drops the annoyed look. Then Mare smiles as he starts to sing a soft lullaby.

Mad, who's cuddled into his chest, drops off first, breath deepening and slowing. Then Dark drops off, head on Anti's shoulder and curled around him. Then finally, Anti drops off with a soft static hum.

In the end, Mare hums softly to himself with a smile and then finally falls asleep himself, head leaning towards Anti in the big cuddle pile.

@iamvegorott Here ya go!

#danti #dantimadmare #antisepticeye #darkiplier #madmare #madpat #natemare #rain writes

[weareallstardustfallen]

so i may or may not have fallen down the high republic hole,

#sky graf #helis graf #star wars #star wars the high republic #the high republic #rain writes #unsurprisingly. the sibling relationship got me

[myloveforstuff]

IPKKND Color Analysis: Arnav's outfits [Payash Wedding Track]

If you'd like to read my analysis of Khushi's outfits during this track, click here!

Note: Since the colors Khushi's wears are vivid and varied, they explicitly reflect her state of being and the emotional graph of their relationship. On the other hand, the colors that Arnav wears are often limited and minimal, and so the symbolism of his color palette is multi-dimensional and each individual color serves several purposes. Every color he wears takes a different meaning depending on his emotional state and the context of the situation, as I will attempt to analyze here. These are just my personal observations based on research - I'd love to know what you think!

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The Sangeet Ceremony

Showing up on stage to dance with her, Khushi's knight in shining armor is dressed in all black - a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, paired with a black waistcoat and black pants.

"As a color of mystique, black conjures elegance, sophistication, and sexual prowess."

He is walking (or should I say dancing) seduction to Khushi, and he knows it. He confidently touches her, displays his haq over her, intimately moves in sync with her because he is aware that she feels for him what he does for her. There is love, but in this moment it is overpowered by the undeniable attraction between them. This is evident not just by the dance that they share, but also by her dhak dhaks and his flirtatious remarks and actions post the performance, both of which fluster Khushi while adding fuel to the burning lust she feels for this man she has fallen for.

Arnav keeps the collar of his black shirt open: while a closed collar may convey formality and reserve, an open collar and exposure of the neck is perceived as being relaxed and vulnerable. It may also indicate flirtation or seduction, as the neck is seen as a sensitive and erogenous part of the body. Arnav has no guards up here; there is no pretense. He bares his emotional and physical feelings for her, urging her to do the same.

Adding to that, he's got his sleeves rolled up. "Women usually perceive this body language as masculine and sexy since it puts the forearms on display." I mean, need I say more? ;)

Dressed in all black, Arnav mystifies, seduces, hypnotizes and possesses his lady love.

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The Mehendi Ceremony

On the day of the Mehendi, Arnav wears a white shirt with an open collar and rolled up sleeves, paired with a black waistcoat and black pants.

While black oozes seduction and confidence, white symbolizes new beginnings, just as a blank canvas. Nothing is the same after the dance they have shared the night before. This is new territory: the misunderstandings of the past are forgiven, stolen glances are replaced with lingering gazes, and there is hope, of a new beginning. Once again, his collar is open to expose much of his chest, representing his vulnerability and lack of reserve.

"Black traps space, while white opens space. Black evokes sophistication; white communicates innocence. It’s clear: black and white are opposites."

The black waistcoat paired with the white shirt functions as a beautiful dichotomy. As opposites, sensuous black and innocent white work well together to mirror the dynamic swirl of emotions Arnav is feeling for Khushi. He is flirtatious, but it is laced with purity. He pulls her closer by her dupatta and plants a searing kiss on her cheek, but he is also touched when she is anxious about his absence, and pleased when he sees his initials on her mehendi. While the sangeet was all about attraction, here there is more. The feelings are new and represent blooming, innocent love.

Dressed in black and white, Arnav is both a playful flirt and a charming lover.

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Payash’s Havan

During Payal and Akash's havan ceremony, Arnav is dressed in a navy shirt without a collar (this time it’s a fancy version of a v-neck!), paired with a steel grey waistcoat and grey pants.

"Navy blue is just as easily reminiscent of the deep, blue ocean."

The blue that Arnav wears represents the blue ocean that his name represents, as he watches the ambulance drive away with the belief that his Khushi is inside. He is struck by disbelief, reduced to an almost childlike state of panic with the fear of loss. The child in him is still in grief from his parents' death, in particular his mother’s - so when he believes he’s lost the woman he loves, the ocean that so effortfully tries to stay unaffected rages into a devastated storm.

"Do you even know what I'm going through? Do you know how worried I was? I thought I lost you. What if you were in that ambulance? What if I lost you?"

When Khushi asks him why it matters, why he cares, he is unable to voice his feelings and acknowledge the reason. "It’s neither one thing nor the other–as in "grey area." The grey of his waistcoat and pants mirror the grey area that their relationship is in - without a name. On one hand he buys her bangles, yet on the other, he refuses to confess why he does so.

Unlike in the past, this time Arnav wears a shirt that is more of a v neck. While an open collar indicates openness and vulnerability, the complete lack of a collar presents him in his utmost vulnerable state as he falls deeper in love, which leads to the self realization of his feelings later that night.

Dressed in navy blue and grey, Arnav grapples with the potential trauma/past trigger of loss, and struggles to define and utter his feelings.

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Morning/Afternoon of the Wedding Day

Arnav wears a white shirt with the collar buttoned, along with a black waistcoat, tie, and suit.

At this point, Arnav has admitted and accepted his feelings regarding Khushi to himself. On this day, he makes the monumental decision of confessing his feelings to the woman he loves, which is why it's no wonder that he is seen wearing a three piece suit for the significant occasion. Formal wear elicits feelings of power, control and confidence. He is a man on a mission, and he sure looks the part.

"The suit and tie indicate alpha male power traits, which adds to the appeal."

Arnav has switched from the relaxed, open collar shirts we have previously seen to a closed collar paired with a tie, mirroring his state of mind accordingly. If he was lazily exploring his relationship with Khushi previously, at present he possesses resolve. He has clarity. He wishes to name this relationship, and he means business as he makes up his mind to confess.

White represents new beginnings, a blank slate on which Arnav and Khushi can dream of a future together as they move past the misunderstandings and pains of the past. Black represents self confidence and taking control, both reflected in his decision to voice his emotions, which he is now fully resolute about.

Dressed in formal wear of black and white, Arnav decides to come forward with his feelings for Khushi with confidence and hope for the future.

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Evening of the Wedding Day

Arnav is seen in the same outfit as the morning/afternoon of the wedding day.

Arnav opens the terrace door and witnesses Shyam hugging the woman he loves, listens to her telling his brother in law to leave his sister. Earlier, I mentioned how white symbolizes new beginnings. This is truly a new beginning, but a catastrophic one: the beginning of the end. This time, every last hope for the future is erased, and his image of Khushi is shattered. White symbolizes a blank slate once again.

"White is often used to depict purity and the redemption of sin."

Arnav becomes the catalyst for redemption, but not for sins of his own, but for Shyam's. He's desperate to correct calamities. He's desperate to avoid history being repeated. He has watched his parents crumble and die due to infidelity; he cannot let it happen once again to his Di.

The color black, again, reflects taking control. Arnav, although distraught and shaken, takes control of the situation in ways he sees fit. He confronts Shyam, decides to reveal the truth to Anjali (albeit couldn't), and eventually, decides to coerce Khushi into marrying him. All of these decisions are made in an attempt to take control.

The same closed collar that represented drive and intention now symbolizes constraint and suffocation after seeing the woman he loves in the arms of his sister's husband. His tie in particular represents his suffocation. When Arnav reaches his room after witnessing Shyam and Khushi on the terrace, he yanks off his tie and blazer and flings them away in an attempt to release his overbearing emotions.

With the physical representations of his suffocation thrown away in an act of anguish, the now open collar conveys just how emotionally vulnerable and helpless he feels.

Dressed in black and white, this time the colors represent Arnav taking control to amend sin.

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Night of the Wedding

On the night of the wedding, Arnav is seen wearing a black shirt with a buttoned collar, a midnight blue tie, a midnight blue waistcoat, and a black suit.

At this time, Arnav has already taken the time to momentarily grieve and process what he had witnessed on the terrace. Not only has he just found out that his brother in law is a vile traitor and the woman he loves is (in his eyes) a lying cheat, he has just come to terms with the monumental news that his sister is carrying her traitor's child. He has now come to the decision on how he will play the cards he's been dealt, in the way he sees fit. According to color psychology, blue is associated with trustworthiness and reliability. For the sake of protecting his sister, he manipulates Khushi to marry him, regardless of how much it pains him to do so because to him, everything is justified in order to be his Di's protector.

"Midnight blue also conveys confidence, power and authority, while its deep hue can also come across as dark and mysterious."

By forcing her to marry him, Arnav abuses his power over Khushi as he intimidates her with breaking her sister's marriage if she doesn't comply. The mysteriousness of midnight blue is reflected through the mystery behind his actions in Khushi's eyes. Why is he doing this? What has changed? The Rajkumar has morphed into the Raakshas.

Although he wears a midnight blue waistcoat and tie, they almost look black in certain lighting, which makes it seem as though he is dressed in all black. Arnav wore all black during the sangeet as well - though at that point - it represented the seductive and mystifying side of the color. Now, the symbolism is drastically different, showing the dark and gritty side.

"Black hides vulnerabilities: It conceals weaknesses, such as weight, feelings, and emotions." Arnav does not, cannot have any place in his heart for vulnerabilities as he stands by duty. His two weaknesses, his Di and Khushi, are now pitted against each other in his mind. The woman who is having an affair with his pregnant sister's husband. And so, he has chosen to destroy one weakness to protect the other.

"Black intimidates: Its boldness intimidates those around, creating an invisible sense of power." Arnav utilizes fear to present his demanding ultimatum to Khushi, instilling trepidation regarding the potential destruction of Payal and Akash's marriage.

"Black depresses – It brings moods down, allowing sad and depressive thoughts." His actions lead to a domino effect resulting in a devastating shift within and between the two families. Relationships are fractured and pain becomes the ruling emotion. Black is also the color of mourning in many cultures, symbolizing the visible death of what had blossomed between Arnav and Khushi in the days leading up to this point.

Dressed in black and a shade of midnight blue that gives the illusion of an all black outfit, Arnav protects by using power and fear, which eventually leads to turmoil and suffering.

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Quoted sentences and color meanings taken from the internet.

Tagging some of my fav accounts because I’m curious to hear your thoughts 🥹 @jalebi-weds-bluetooth @honeybellexox @chutkiandchotte @herelivesahobbit

#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd #this took me such a long while to write because our bitwa here has such a limited color scheme going on lmfao #ipk utilized color so well #idk if this was intentional with the outfits but regardless it's so fascinating to find these easter eggs during rewatches #lemme know your thoughts i would loooove to know!! #rain writes #ipk color analysis #rain's analysis #barun sobti #sanaya irani

[dead-man-in-the-grave]

Season Switch (Really Just Means Floating In The Void For Months On End)

(Cross-posted on AO3)

part one | part two | part three | part four (you are here)

It's the end of the world.

All the Hermits' builds, their animals, their farms… the bases and shops and everything that's been done, all the impossibilities that had become possible with some redstone and spite…

Grian's Midnight Alley that he never got to finish the back of…

Scar's Swaggon that would certainly have even more wagons if he'd had the time to build them…

Mumbo's redstone machines that he'd spent hours upon hours tinkering with…

Impulse's factory that was almost completely empty on the inside…

Pearl's own tower, and her upside-down animals, and Padllama Co….

The Boatem Pole.

It was all gone, and it was all her fault.

She couldn't even reign in her powers for one whole season.

Could she get any more useless?

And even though she ruined their world, their hard work, their home… no one is mad at her.

No one has yelled. No one has glared. No one has disconnected her tethering cable and allowed her to drift off into the Void.

No one is mad, and Pearl doesn't understand.

She is the daughter of the Moon. She is a demigod. She's supposed to be better than this.

And yet, the Moon still fell from the sky.

She still failed.

…

Pearl wishes they would untether her; let her drift away, never to be seen again.

It'd be better that way.

Scar belts out the lyrics to Wellerman as loud as he can, clapping to the beat as he does. Mumbo and Impulse have joined in on his shenanigans, Mumbo hesitantly – almost shyly – and Impulse with reckless abandon. Grian rolls his eyes, but fails to hide his fond grin.

Pearl, though… hm.

Pearl seems bothered. Her knees are tucked up to her face, arms wrapped around her legs, and wings obscuring as much of her as they can. She's been like that ever since they jumped into the Void.

Scar knows the others have noticed, based on the worried looks they keep sending her, and they've also tried to snap her out of it. Nothing has worked so far, though.

The last lines of the song fade out, echoing out into the empty expanse around them.

It's quiet for a moment. A ringing makes itself known in Scar's ears.

"Are you actually done this time, or are you gonna start singing Drunken Sailor again?" Grian asks, arms folded over his chest, still smiling fondly. Scar laughs in turn.

"I could sing A Whole New World instead?"

"The last time you sung A Whole New World you dropped us both in the Boatem Hole."

"And what a fun time it was," Scar sighs wistfully.

He doesn't miss that, just on the edge of his vision, Pearl curls up tighter, tensing up.

But why?

She doesn't have reason to be tense at the mention of the Boatem Hole, at least, Scar didn't think so. Maybe something had happened near the end of the season relating to it…?

…

Wait.

The moon crashing into the server! That's why she's upset! She's a moon demigod, isn't she? She must think that the moon crashed because of her powers!

…Well, Scar has no evidence that it didn't. But in the event that it was her powers that had done it, he was sure it wasn't intentional, let alone malicious. It was obvious how guilty she felt from her disposition alone.

Scar decided he wouldn't let her feel guilty all on her own.

He just needed to figure out how to help…

Grian is worried about Pearl.

She's been… distant, lately.

Not physically distant, not at all - their tethering cables keep them connected even as they float through the endless darkness that is the Void - but emotionally distant.

Even when Scar went through what must've been his hundredth time singing one of the two sea shanties he knows, she didn't smile, or grimace, or emote at all. It was as though she turned into a brick wall.

Something is wrong.

Grian had tried talking to her. A few times, actually. The only result was her closing off more.

Does she still think that she's at fault? He thought they'd drilled it into her head that none of them blamed her for the whole moon thing. Maybe she's worried about what the other Hermits would think?

Grian shifts his wings, inadvertently pulling the sleeping forms of Scar and Mumbo closer, as they're using the feathery appendages as makeshift blankets. Impulse is also asleep on Scar's other side. And on the other side of Mumbo…

Pearl is curled into the same ball she has been for the past two weeks. Grian thinks she might also be asleep, but then again, the tense, coiled position her body is in would indicate otherwise.

Grian wants nothing more than to pull her out of the shell she's encased herself in, but she's been putting up one hell of a fight.

A sigh escapes Grian, and he wishes – not for the first time – that he could sleep while out in the Void. Something about his Watcher side absorbing energy from the endless expanse of nothing dashes any chance of him getting any shut-eye. 

In contrast, the others are rarely fully conscious. Mumbo and Impulse have been asleep practically the whole time they've been out here, and Scar has been awake only about half the time.

And Pearl… well, she's barely interacted with anyone aside from a few nods and the occasional murmur, so Grian's not entirely sure how often she's slept.

Grian licks his dry, chapped lips, and swallows down the painful lump that had grown in his throat.

"Hey, Pearl?"

At the sound of his voice, she only ducks her head down impossibly farther. Every muscle he can see is tense. She says nothing back.

"...Nevermind."

Grian closes his eyes, and lets his mind wander.

Pearl lifts her head from her knees, stretching her sore muscles for what must have been the first time in days. Grian's eyes are closed, his head is tipped back in a facsimile of sleep. She knows he can't sleep out here, the Watcher in his blood wouldn't allow it.

He looks peaceful, she can't help but think, with (his friends? partners?) Mumbo and Scar wrapped in his multi-colour wings, drifting in the endless nothing.

She wonders, passingly, why he'd called out to her. What had he been going to say?

Was he finally going to get mad at her? Finally, was she going to be untethered from Mumbo and Impulse, allowed to float away like the garbage she's sure she is? Or would he have tried to lie, say that no one blamed her for her own mistake? Left her to wonder when the other shoe would drop?

Well, it's not like it matters, anyway.

She resolutely ignores the stinging behind her eyes. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

She repeats it like a mantra.

It doesn't matter it doesn't matter it doesn't matter.

She doesn't matter.

Pearl closes her eyes and feigns sleep, hoping that it would claim her soon.

She knew it wouldn't.

The Void is pretty boring, if Impulse is honest.

There's nothing to do but talk to the others and sleep, and sleeping all the time was getting dull.

There wasn't even any redstone for him to tinker with! How's he supposed to keep his hands occupied?

Mumbo seems to be feeling the lack of redstone just as much as himself, based on the way he's always wringing his hands together and looking stressed. Impulse has to catch himself from doing the same thing absentmindedly.

The only real source of entertainment is watching Mumbo and Grian blush and stutter whenever Scar decides to tell them they're cute completely unprompted. And even then, that's only when everyone is awake at the same time.

Impulse can't help feeling like a fourth wheel whenever that happens, though. The three of them are very cute together, of course, but when they all get caught up in their own little world together, Impulse ends up on his own.

Well, not completely on his own. There is Pearl.

He glances over at her, and like usual, she's got her head tucked against her knees, face hidden from view.

So, in other words, he's basically completely on his own.

He turns his attention to the three lovebirds and finds them, predictably, curled up together.

Grian's wings are wrapped around the other two, and he has one hand in Mumbo's hair. Mumbo himself is out cold, drooling a bit on the inside of his helmet where it rests on Grian's shoulder, and Scar is resting his folded arms on Grian's stomach as he blathers on about something inconsequential. He's kicking his legs back and forth in the air the way those high school girls in movies do.

They're good for each other.

Impulse shuts his eyes, and hopes that they'll be out of the Void soon.

"Um, guys?" Mumbo speaks up, staring off into the distance with furrowed brows. "I think I see something…"

There's a speck of… something, way off in the Void. Barely noticeable, but it was strange to see much of anything out here, so Mumbo had latched onto it, squinting and turning his head in an attempt to make sense of… whatever it was.

"What? Where?" Grian asks head swivelling around to try and spot it.

Mumbo points a finger between Scar and Impulse, who both turn and look in that direction as well. He even sees Pearl look up from the corner of his vision.

All five of them stare into the Void, searching for the thing – that looks somewhat like a star, now that Mumbo thinks about it.

It's green, or maybe blue? It's hard to tell, with how small it is, but it glitters and sparkles in the blackness like a lone star in the night sky.

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Scar pipes up. His wings sprout from his back, and he flaps them a few times. "We'll never know what it is if we don't get closer!" He flips around and starts flying toward the sparkle, pulling the rest of them along with him.

Mumbo catches Grian rolling his eyes before flying up next to Scar and pulling some of their weight himself.

As they fly closer, the sparkle gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger until Mumbo can clearly see green grass and trees, grey stone, and blue water and skies inside of it. Because it's not just a random sparkle…

It's a portal.

It's a portal back to the overworld!

The others also seem to realise what it is, because Impulse is grinning from ear to ear and Grian and Scar are flying them all at a breakneck pace directly at the portal.

Pearl, when he looks, has finally uncurled from her ball. She looks to be in shock, eyes not quite seeing.

At least she's not curled up like she was before.

Scar and Grian shoot through the portal, the rest of them careening through after them.

Gravity takes hold the moment they're out of the Void, the combined weight of Mumbo, Impulse, and Pearl weighing down the two fliers too much to stay airborne.

Boatem falls into a heap of bodies and wings and tethering cords onto the stone ground.

Mumbo ends up landing on top of Grian and Impulse, Pearl having landed on top of him, and Scar laying face down a short distance away. The space suits seemed to save them from most of the fall damage, but the now-unfamiliar weight of gravity made it hard to move.

"M-Mumbo…! I c- I can't breathe!" Grian wheezes somewhere beneath him. Mumbo gathers all the strength he can and rolls off Grian, making Pearl topple off him in the process.

They all lay there for a moment, reacclimating to the force of gravity.

Scar, still face-down, starts to giggle, and it doesn't take long for the rest of them to join in.

Even Pearl, who's been out of it since they entered the Void, lets out a wet chuckle or two.

Mumbo can't help but think they'll all be okay.

Grian is the first to stand. He disconnects the cords tethering him to Scar and himself, and then removes his helmet.

Impulse is next, cracking his back as he stands, and Mumbo follows suit.

"Uhm, guys? I don't think I can stand on my own," Scar says from where he's managed to roll onto his back and get his helmet off. His wings have disappeared and he's sprawled out on the stone in a way that just can't be comfortable.

Impulse, his helmet now removed as well, pulls Scar to his feet and allows himself to be used as support.

Mumbo detaches his own helmet from the rest of his spacesuit, and is instantly hit with what must be the freshest air he's breathed in forever. The way the spacesuits recycled air made it livable long-term, but it got stale fast.

He vows to never take fresh air for granted again.

"Wonderful of you guys to join us," a new, but familiar voice butts in.

Mumbo turns, and just a little ways up the stone hill is Xisuma. He's got his admin control panel open in front of him and is typing almost frantically. There are seven different portals open around him, just like the one he and the rest of Boatem had come through.

There are also several other hermits wandering about. Zedaph is pacing around and writing things on a clipboard (where he got that, Mumbo doesn't know), Ren, Doc, Keralis, and Iskall  have begun deforesting the nearby birch forest, and Beef, Stress, and False are mining the exposed coal and copper from the stone hillside.

"You're the first ones to come through a portal," Xisuma says, "So at least I know that will work for everyone else as well."

As though on cue, Gem steps through one of the open portals, stumbling slightly, most likely unused to the much more powerful gravity here than on Season Eight.

"It's taking quite a bit out of me to generate the server, keep it stable, and keep all these portals open, though," X says, condensation fogging up his visor. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep it up."

"I can help," Grian, who had at some point made his way to Mumbo's side, pipes up. He makes his way over to X and his admin panel. "I've been an admin for three servers before, I know what I'm doing." Xisuma nods in thanks.

And that is the moment when Mumbo completely loses track of what's happening.

X slides the panel over to Grian, who, instead of typing like X had, he sticks his hands directly into it. The panel changes from glowing Xisuma's signature green to a purple similar to that of a nether portal.

X immediately slumps like the weight of the world was just lifted off his back – which is basically exactly what just happened, actually – and Grian's eyes start glowing the same purple as the panel.

"Who are we missing?" Grian eyes flitting back and forth, but looking at nothing.

Weird.

"Tango, Cleo, Joe, Wels, Cub, and Jevin. Everyone else is here already."

"Alright then, here we go…" The panel glows brighter than before. It hurts Mumbo's eyes, but he can't seem to look away.

And then, there's code on the panel, moving so fast Mumbo couldn't ever hope to read any of it, let alone understand it.

"Holy moly," Scar says, and Mumbo can't help but agree. Holy moly, indeed.

All at once, there are figures falling out of the portals. Every missing hermit Xisuma had mentioned were now there, in heaps on the ground.

"That's everyone, right?" Grian asks, sweat building on his brow. X, who'd been staring wide-eyed, snapped out of his stupor and nodded.

"That's everyone."

Grian rips his hands out of the admin panel, and it turns back to it's normal green and closes. His eyes stop glowing as well.

It's quiet.

"I think I'm gonna pass out now."

Xisuma manages to catch Grian before he hits the stone ground.

Grian knocks on the door of Pearl's starter base, wringing his hands together nervously.

It had been three days since they'd arrived in Season 9, or so he was told. He'd been unconscious the whole time, recovering from the huge amount of energy he spent pulling hermits through portals and helping Xisuma keep the server stable.

Y'know, the typical stuff that happens at the beginning of a season.

The door opens to reveal Pearl, bags under her eyes and hair clearly unbrushed under her jacket's hood.

"Oh," she says, clearly not expecting to see him, "hi, Grian."

"Hey, Pearl. Can we talk?"

"I-" Her eyes flit back and forth, never landing anywhere for more than a tick, and never meeting his gaze.

She's looking for an excuse, he realises.

"Pearl," Grian says, desperate, "please."

She huffs, and continues to not meet his eye, but she opens the door wide enough for him to enter.

He follows her inside, and she leads him to an oak table set under an azalea plant with two oak chairs to match. Grian's head is on a swivel taking in every little detail of her base. The floors are spruce and stone bricks topped off with a moss carpet, the walls are sandstone, terracotta, and jungle and birch wood, and the ceiling is made of oak and warped wood.

It's made of so many different woods and stones that it should clash, but Pearl somehow found a way to make it work.

Pearl sits down at the table, and Grian takes the remaining chair.

Neither of them speak.

"So…" Grian says after a while.

"So," Pearl repeats, "what did you… want to talk about?"

"I think you know."

She pulls her legs up onto her chair, pulling her knees close to her chest and obscuring half her face. It's reminiscent of how she was while they were in the Void.

She's closing off.

"And if I do…?"

Grian ponders his next words carefully.

"Well," he licks his lips. His mouth is dry. He fixes his eyes onto the table as he begins to speak. "If you did know… I'd say that it wasn't your fault, even if you think it is. And- and no one blames you, because the season would've ended eventually anyway. And yeah, maybe it was your powers that did it, but you can't be sure! There are a load of other factors that you had no part in! And… nobody could have stopped it."

He hears a small sniffle and a shaky exhale, and Grian looks up at Pearl to find her on the verge of tears.

His heart tightens in his chest.

"Oh, Pearl…" Grian stands from his chair and wraps his arms around her neck. Pearl leans her full weight into him without hesitation. He feels her arms wrap around his back and clutch at his sweater, and she buries her face in his shoulder.

She lets out a broken wail, muffled by the sweater. Grian gently pulls off her hood and runs his fingers through her hair. There's a wet patch forming on his shoulder.

Grian's not sure how long they stay like that. He eventually devolves into braiding Pearl's hair while she sniffles and cries out the last of her tears.

"...I got snot on your sweater…" She pulls away from the hug, seemingly to inspect the damage, but Grian waves her off. 

"It'll wash out."

Pearl looks like she wants to protest, but lets it go. She doesn't say anything more, but seems to have something on her mind still. Grian stays quiet, letting her sort out her thoughts.

Finally, she speaks.

"You're sure no one's mad?"

"Positive."

"You promise?" She says. She leans forward. Grian can see the desperation in her eyes.

He takes her hands in his own, and gives a light squeeze. She squeezes back, and Grian knocks their foreheads together.

"I promise."

#hermitcraft s9 #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fanfic #mumbo jumbo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #gtws #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #xisumavoid #rain writes #rain speaks

[rainn-dropz]

The Ghost of Him

Summary:

... and Ray kept kissing Sand, until his lips grew sore, until he didn't have anymore oxygen left in his lungs, until he was sure all of his emotions where clear through that kiss, Ray kept kissing Sand. Or at least, the ghost of him.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Only Friends

Relationship: Ray/Sand (OF)

Additional tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, POV Ray (Only Friends Thailand TV), Insecurity, Kissing, Self-Doubt, Not Actually Unrequited Love, but Ray doesn’t know that, Self-Esteem Issues, Smoking, Neck Kissing, Short One Shot

Language: English

#rain writes #after a year #yay! #top and mew are mentioned like once #raysand #ray only friends #sand only friends #only friends #only friends the series #only friends fanfic #raysand fanfic #ao3 #short oneshot #oneshot

[ashitshowforalot]

poetry time again!

august 26th, 11:46 pm

i still have the drawings you gave me, the painting too

i threw away the necklace though

it was tarnished from wearing it everyday for months straight anyways

i hate that you made me like myself again because it means i can’t say i wish i never met you

i still have the drawings you gave me, i’m gonna hang two in my college dorm

the college you encouraged me to apply to

i’m happy i did

it seems nice there

i wish i could hate you without feeling guilty

you gave me so much good and so much bad at the same time

#rain’s thoughts #rain writes #not me being sad on main

[writtenbyrain]

Hit Play, Pause, and Purr

Word Count: 974

Summary: When Chat Noir has nowhere to go on Halloween, Marinette decides to invite him over for a movie night to watch Kiki's Delivery Service.

Notes: A huge thank you to @auroraesque and @foreverwolf for being my beta readers! I needed a break from my 9 to 5 and, the next thing I knew, I was thinking about a Marichat movie night. It was just a fun, short little escape for my day, and I hope you enjoy!

“Wait, I’m confused, I thought you said we were going to watch an anime movie.”

“This is anime, kitty. Haven’t you ever heard of Hayao Miyazaki’s animated films? Or Studio Ghibli?”

Marinette couldn’t help but giggle at Chat Noir’s confused pout, but his smile reappeared as soon as his eyes slid over and met hers.

The boy poked a finger at the tip of Marinette’s witch hat, his touch light. The hat sat straight up on her head, the sheer black base adorned with glitter and starry sequins; it would be all too easy to accidentally snag a claw in it.

“I can’t say I have, Purrincess.” He hoisted their shared blanket up around his head, flattening his ears as he burrowed deeper. “But it’s got an adorable black cat and it’s one of your favorites, so I’m in either way.”

Yesterday, Ladybug had asked her partner if he had any plans for Halloween. After all, the holiday itself seemed right up his alley — all dark and playful and sweet. But when he admitted with a half-hearted shrug that he had nothing going on, she made sure to flag him down later on as Marinette and insist he come over for a movie.

Now, the two sat cross-legged, their knees just barely brushing on top of the nest of blankets and pillows scattered about Marinette’s room.

In preparation for the night, she had put out a wide variety of macarons — Marinette wasn’t sure what flavor, exactly, was his favorite, though he appeared to gravitate toward the passion fruit ones — as well as a plate of chocolate croissants.

“Well that’s all the more reason we have to watch it!” she exclaimed, shaking the remote. “It’s practically sacrilege to love anime but not know Studio Ghibli. We’ll have to watch more of these movies later on.”

She hadn’t lied, of course. Kiki’s Delivery Service was one of her favorite movies and had been since she was a small girl.

But this year she had the added motivation of dressing up as a witch, knowing that a certain black kitty would be by her side. Halloween was for dressing up, so who said she couldn’t cosplay a little… even if she was staying in?

Throughout the start of the movie, Chat Noir remained fixated on the screen, grinning when Kiki took flight and nodding in approval after she was affectionately taken in by Osono, the baker.

For Marinette, watching Chat Noir’s enjoyment was almost better than watching the movie itself.

“Wait.” Chat Noir grabbed the remote to pause the movie. “So how is she going to get the toy back?”

Kiki was in the middle of one of her first errands, but it had already gone awry. Jiji had to temporarily take the place of the small cat figurine she had been hired to deliver, and now she had to hunt it down if she was to save the job and get her beloved cat back.

“That’s what she’s trying to figure out too, Chaton.”

That adorable pout was back. Marinette grabbed a passion fruit macaron and popped it into his mouth with a gentle smile.

“We’ll just have to find out together,” she said.

Chat Noir took a bite and put the cookie down before crossing his arms in feigned annoyance.

“But you already know the ending,” he pointed out.

“Well, then I’ll pretend I don’t.”

Chat Noir paused in consideration before stealing Marinette’s hat and fixing it onto his own head with a satisfied grin. It sat slightly askew, fitting over only one pointed ear.

Marinette chuckled and suppressed the urge to reach out and right it for him.

“Okay, we can pretend,” he said. “After all, I don’t want to bring the wrong cat-itude to movie night.”

“Nope,” she agreed. “We wouldn’t want you feline left out.”

The hat started to slide sideways.

Before it could fall, Marinette quickly leaned forward to grab the brim with one hand and steady herself on his shoulder with her free hand. The hat crisis was averted, but—

Marinette froze.

Oh God, she had gotten really close.

The television provided just enough light for her to make out the faint blush pooling into Chat Noir’s cheeks as he met her eyes, mere inches away. She looked away and bit her lower lip as she felt her cheeks begin to warm, as well.

“Umm, let’s keep watching,” she suggested. She put down the hat and hastily pulled back to reach for the remote.

Before she could hit “play,” however, Chat Noir pulled her back, one hand tugging gingerly on her wrist.

“You can, um, sit closer,” he mumbled self-consciously. “If you want to, I mean.”

The warmth in Marinette’s cheeks slowly traveled down to her chest, leaving her giddy and nervous in a way that… was actually not as scary as she had expected.

Despite the initial awkwardness of the moment, neither of them pulled away from the contact.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “I… I’d like that.”

After retrieving the remote, Marinette sat back and tilted her head to rest on Chat Noir’s shoulder. Slowly, he rested one hand on her knee and leaned his cheek against her hair with a contented sigh.

The rest of the movie was infused with this hesitant warmth, the night passing with a sense of companionship that was so new yet so familiar all at once.

Eventually, Kiki would get her power of flight back. She would save Tombo and write to her parents, assuring them of her newfound joy.

And under their shared blanket — wrapped in fleece and dessert crumbs and laughter — Marinette felt just as happy. In fact, she thought she had never experienced anything quite as sweet as having Chat Noir’s infectious smile so near to her own.

She wouldn’t have wanted to celebrate Halloween any other way.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous fanworks #marichat #marichat fluff #halloween ficlet #ml ficlet #halloween #chat noir #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #rain writes #miraculous fanfic

[hobidreams]

hiii dreamers 🥺 i thought i'd drop the first few hundred words of a half-finished Sope fic that will probably never get done but i can't stop thinking abt this dynamic lately

childhood best friends to lovers, roommates, there's only ever been one bed!!! 😭💗

#its so smol #i have like 3k words total so not that much bc it was definitely a long multichapter story #but ahhhhhh i miss them #rain writes #hobihobi #yoongs #i also feel bad i havent posted anything in forever so HAVE THIS

[sketches--of--the--scenery]

Reflection of July

The rising sun upon the land, Of silver beaches, golden sands. The memory of shining coast, The summer sun, the heat it boasts. Then July rains came pouring down, And flooded several streets downtown. No hill in sight for miles to see, Just the cacophony of city streets. And in the yard, the greening strands, With golden milkweed budding plants. The butterfly was here to grow, as yet remains- Tangled in it’s amber, blackened wings as if it’s caged by it’s own flight- It shouldn’t last the night.

The cockerel sounds, it’s trumpet bright Inside some pen in morning light. The rows of housing touched by dew, The pinkish light of morning hues. Then a fluttering of silvered doves, Heads bobbing on the wires above. And rushing down the road too fast, The cars don’t act as if they’d crash. And in the summer heat outside, The smell of chlorine pools resides. The children are all laughing still, and take no mind- Thunderings in the building, darkened clouds Like fireworks come far too soon, It rains all through the noon.

The tomcats fight in alleyways- They’ve homes to turn to, but they stray. The cars driving on highway lanes, The sound above of roaring planes. Then, peeking out behind the clouds, A double sight of rainbows sprouts. There’s quiet threat of rising winds, But there’s yet time for it to begin. And at those many dancing lights, The people gather all in heights. The calling of the ringing bells, and rows of screens- Hedonists in wild, idle dreams As if life’s just a game to play, It haunts the edge of July days.

#based off some childhood memories #original poetry #rain writes #art #poem #summer #july #4th of july #storm #rain #rainbow

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

Do you want a book with queer, trans, and autistic characters? Do you want a story about healing, found family, and growth? Do you want characters that feel raw and realistic? Then my might be the book for you!

The story follows 23 year old Nathan Grey after the loss of his grandpa, the only family he has left. Nathan attempts suicide and winds up in a psychiatric ward where he must face things he never thought he would, including opening up about his past parental abuse, quitting self-harm, and talking about his queer identity. With the help of old friends as well as new, Nathan starts to believe in himself just enough to being healing.

You can find it now on amazon in paperback and kindle versions!

#books #booklr #my writing #novel #lgbt books #queer books #trans books #trans author #lgbt author #queer author #lgbt #trans #queer #actually autistic #autistic characters #trans character #queer characters #rain writes #rain creates #my ocs #book recommendations #book recs 2023

[splatteredfandoms523]

For the Nostalgia of it all

(Hello, yes I'm still here, and random inspiration struck, so have some Darkstache! - Rain)

Dark had looked everywhere and he was starting to give up on ever finding William, Wilford, whatever name he was using now. He shed names faster than he could learn them. But there was one place left he hadn't checked, the one place he never wanted to go back to.

Wilford had been partying in clubs and playing with wormholes and getting caught in the madness and chaos of the multiverse, but he always knew that someone was missing. Damien, Dark, whatever he was now, since nothing made sense, there wasn't any use in trying to make him make sense. But it didn't matter what Dark was, Wilford knew he needed to find him. So, after popping through a couple wormholes, he ended up back where it all began.

Dark made it there first in a crisp white suit, black dress shirt and silver tie, black hair slicked back nicely, but not the same as Damien. He paced the manor in an uneasy fashion after cleaning up what he could, like mirror shards in the foyer, but then he settled in the living room and found a box of record by their player. He put one on that he thought Wilford would recognize, as if the music would bring him here. So he waited for a time with the records spinning in the background.

The record was just changed as Wilford pops in from a pink wormhole smelling of cotton candy, and he grins, sobering himself and normally jubilant nature to just take in his old friend as they hear It's Been a Long, Long Time.

Neither of them breathe for a moment before soft smiles are offered, and Wilford opens his arms as they hug.

They hold the hug for a time before Wilford uses a little magic to put the song on repeat and he finally speaks with the song.

"It's been a long, long time, old friend."

"That it has, that it has. I knew you'd come back here."

"Well, there are only so many places I would be! But say, what do they call you now?"

"Dark, they call me Dark. And what name have you finally settled on?"

"Well, my name is Wilford Warfstache, and I interview people on my show Warfstache tonight!"

A laugh, "You've changed quite a bit, but you've never lost your charm, Wilford."

A smile and a blush, "Well, I'd hope I haven't lost my charm. But you haven't either, Dark."

His eyes soften at that and he chuckles sadly almost, "It really has been so long. But you wouldn't ever consider accompanying me on a date, would you? I loved you as William, and I love you as Wilford. Will you give me a chance?"

A happy kiss full of relief, "Oh Darky, I thought you'd never ask! Where should we go?"

A chuckle again and a sigh of relief, "How about a dance and then dinner? I can treat us....."

A jubilant grin, "Of course, Darky! But I get to pay next time"

"Deal, my love," The dance starts when the song starts over and they dance for as long as their hearts please as time meant nothing here. Time hardly did mean anything anymore. Especially as they kissed again under the stars and it felt like time stood still for the nostalgia of it all.

@iamvegorott (Here's what my ask what about!)

#rain writes #darkstache #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #markiplier egos

[weareallstardustfallen]

Rating: T Word Count: 6517 Relationships: Essek Thelyss & Verin Thelyss, Deirta Thelyss & Verin Thelyss, Verin Thelyss & his father Characters: Verin Thelyss, Essek Thelyss, Deirta Thelyss, Verin Thelyss’ Father, background Mighty Nein Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, (mostly hurt tho i’m not gonna lie), semi-graphic descriptions of blood, Suicidal Ideation, or something close to it at least, unreality, Solitary Confinement

Verin woke suddenly and silently, and the first thing he was conscious of was the fact that he was cold. The second was the ache in his shoulders and the crick in his neck.

The third was the shackles.

Or: It's hard to find leverage on someone who cares about very little. Unfortunately for Verin, it isn't impossible, and his life barely factors into the equation.

#verin thelyss #essek thelyss #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #cr #rain writes

[rainymae523]

Story #1

It was a sunny day, as all days with Papa seemed to be. I was in High School, and he picked me up as we did often. He greeted me with a smile as always.

"Hi, Papa!"

"Hi, Sweetheart!"

We called my Great Grandma Baldwin, his mom, and told her we wanted to come see her. She said she was home and off we went, listening to 60s music on a CD I found at FYE for $5 that came with a second CD too that wasn't even supposed to be there. We sang to Bottle O' Wine and Peggy Sue and Maybelline, smiling the whole way as I rambled about school too.

We go in her house, and we can't come over without giving her a hug, so we all hug and sit to tell old stories.

They start with a story about how Great Grandma had a Tupperware party, and my Papa, being his fun-loving and mischievous self, walked in. My Great Grandma told him he smelled like shit, and he denied it. She did this about 3 times before he drops his pants in front of a bunch of ladies, just to prove that he didn't shit his pants and then pulled them up and walked away, knowing he'd be in for it later as he embarrassed his mom.

Then it led into a story of how he hopped out of a clung to the outside of a two story window, just to get out of trouble. My Great Grandma says he scared her so bad she had to give in as she pulled him in the window and told him not to do it again.

The stories fold into each other, one after another, as Papa got himself into trouble and defied the odds for so long. I just laugh with them as they look back and laugh at his mischievous shenanigans. While I saw Papa as my own version of Santa Claus, a playful, jolly old elf, the stories of when he was younger tell me that not much has changed besides his body.

Then he brings up how he had prostate cancer right around when I was born. They said his numbers were so high that no one could possibly survive, but he fought it and won. That was when I came to be. He said I gave him hope to keep going, and we've always been tight. He would go on to tell me he thinks that he survived the cancer just to be with me. I always believed that. With my whole heart.

But at the end of the stories, he would take me back to my mom's with the sunset, where I couldn't leave without getting a hug.

"See ya later, Papa! Buh bye! Let's hang out again tomorrow!"

"See ya later, sweetheart, buh bye! I love ya!"

"Love you too, Papa! I'll call you at lunch time!"

#rain writes #grief #All About My Papa and I