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puppiesandnightlock · 7 months

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Link: My Blood (super sons week day five)

Summary:

Damian reflects on the use of the nickname "dami" and jon tells him abt some new words he learned in arabic.

also known as some angsty shit that started out rlly sweet but ended with a possible dead damian??

The first time that Jon had called Damian “Dami”, he had instantly recoiled, with a stubborn response of “Don’t call me that.”

After all, how could he know what it meant to him?

Nevertheless, he persisted. His brothers had taken to calling him what they assumed was only a shortened version of his name, as well as his father on rare occasions.

After a particularly hard battle, Jon had said it with such reverence, he nearly believed him when he did, although he was quick to snap back at him.

A few similar altercations like that, and Jon had stopped, changing it to various other little nicknames, somehow only ringing it out in the most dire of situations, when emotions ran high.

It sent a pang to Damian’s heart, because although he wouldn't admit it, he missed hearing the word from his lips.

And if he were to die, that would be the last thing he wanted to hear.

“NO! No, Damian, stay with me. Stay with me, bud, just a little longer..” Jon’s face was streaked with tears, and Damian reached a bloodstained hand from where he was laying, his head on Jon's lap.

“Isn’t it funny?” He said suddenly, the world going dizzy.

The sky behind Jon was an orange-purple hue, the battlefield littered with bodies and metal pieces, and battered heroes stubling together, trying to find each other.

“What’s funny, D?”

“You all call me Dami. and here I am, covered in my blood. ”

“Damian, Damian, please don’t-” Jon choked out, looking anywhere but Damian’s stomach, where an alien spear had pierced through the kevlar of his suit.

His hand cupped Jon’s face, bringing him back towards him.

“Hey. Hey, look at me. It’s okay. You can let go. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

A heartbroken laugh sounded from the younger boy as he looked down at him, brushing the matted hair from his emerald eyes.

How he would miss them..

“Oh, Dami…”

“I’ll be okay, Jon. You know why? Because I'll have you with me wherever I go.” He gave a smile, the broken domino on his face sliding down.

Jon held him, desperately praying for a miracle, for at least a Bat to show up to see Damian should the worst happen.

His eyes grew heavy, and he let a smile grace his lips. “You know to tell them I love them, right?”

“Dami, stop, you're not going to die, you’re not!”

The younger boy pleaded with him, the pain in his face something that hurt Damian more than the gaping hole in his stomach.

“Call it a nap, then. Will you talk to me? I want to see you smile.”

A wobbly grin spread across his features, and his hand ran through the bleeding boy’s hair as he began to talk.

“I was so confused, why you were always so mad when I called you Dami, why you always told me to stop. I remembered you did speak arabic a lot, and so i looked it up. I found how much it must have meant to you, so I switched it up. I used it only when I wanted you to know I meant it.

“You are my blood, my heart, my soul. You’re a part of me, a teammate, my partner. I found a few more terms like that. Hayati was my favorite. That describes who you are to me, Dami. You’re my life, my light…my whole world. I love you so much/”

His eyes shut, and the world went dark, He floated off in his mind, to wherever this would take him, with the reminisce of the words Jon had left him with.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. My life.

Hayati.

A/N:

DAMIAN NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

okay, you choose, did he die or was he saved????? personally i would have gone with death lmao yes i did cry a lil writing this thats how u know its good lol

i may be persuaded to put up a poll on who wants him to die and who wants him to live and write a sequel on whichever is most popular O.o

if u read it and feel the need to screm at me for doing this, go ahead id love to c it lmao

for @super-sons-week-2023

#jondami #damijon #jonathan kent #damian wayne #possible charecter death #open ending #you choose if he lives or dies #angst #i was supposed to b fluff i swear-#robin damian wayne #superboy jon kent #blood is mentioned so like #sad #like very sad #sort of love confession?#like u can read it platonically or romantically #i got a vague mix of both #super sons week 2023

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teabagboy · 11 months

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I'd make some joke about s5 spoilers but i think ill just smash my head into the wall instead

#gonna continue feeding the masses (you guys) with more random warm up doodles cuz i am a procrastinating looser #i actually dont care much if they cry or not during the kiss but i DO want one of them crying before it cuz i love hurt/comfort shit #but not a lot of hurt. no more fighting. just a 'one sided' confession scene sort of thing #yeah #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #/my.art

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gunstellations · 11 months

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confessions

#hankcon #detroit become human #my art #hank anderson #connor detroit #this can be read either way #i initially started this out while i was sad and i drew connor #i think that if connor were to confess first he would get rejected at the beginning by hank deflecting it awkwardly #but then i was okay while drawing and somehow it ended up kind of sweet if you look at it from another angle #so that hank is the one confessing here #but also connor is going absolutely rigid in a very soft way #i like that intepretation because you cant see connors face so you dont know what hes thinking aside from what you can take from his body #language #its either a happy piece or a sad piece if you want it so!#i like to think it gets awkward at first but then they make up later #they both have a lot to sort out about themselves! but they bring out the better in each other #and in my timeline they are intertwined enough that theyre inseperable #thats enough ramblings for now love and peace 🤞🤞

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chipsandcoffee · 1 year

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(Source @ppcapaldi)

That is exactly what this looks like.

Also, we did get this I suppose...?

#it's a whouffaldi sort of love confession #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #whouffaldi #last christmas

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morganski-19 · 8 days

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The One with Taking Risks

Ten Years Ago

Jonathan turns the key to his freshman dorm room, a burst of hot air hitting him in the face as he does. The shitty, non airconditioned dorm already making him miserable. He struggles through the doorway, a box pressed against his side. Finding his roommate unpacking on the other side of the room.

“Dude,” his voice echoes against the walls. Hair in a messy braid down his back. “Welcome home.”

Argyle, his randomly assigned roommate, pulls him into a bear hug. Jonathan stiffening, not returning the gesture. They’ve only talked a few times, he wasn’t expecting a hug so early.

Argyle realizes this, pulling back. “Sorry, my sisters say that I come on pretty strong when I shouldn’t. Something I’m working on.”

Jonathan places the box on the vinyl covered mattress. “It’s fine.”

“Do you need any help?” Argyle asks awkwardly behind him. “My folks already helped me get all my stuff in the room, so I don’t mind lending a hand.”

“Thanks, but I’m good. My mom and stepdad are coming up soon with more of my things. They’re just finding parking.”

Argyle nods. “Cool. I’ll, uh, just be over on my side of the room then. Let me know if you want to rearrange the layout or anything. I’m not particular about anything.”

From their first interaction, Jonathan wouldn’t have guessed that his roommate would soon become the best friend he’s ever had.

It wasn’t until months later that he really started to open up to Argyle. Until the homesickness really hit him hard and Will had to spend a few nights in the hospital again. Being so far from home, he couldn’t be there for him. Felt like he failed.

Argyle had come back into the room after his class. Jonathan rubbing his eyes, trying to hide the fact he was crying. Pulling the blanket up under his chin, faking sleep.

For a while, Argyle doesn’t say anything. He just goes to his side of the room and puts in his earbuds in. Doing some homework and giving Jonathan space.

When Will calls him later, Jonathan can’t hide how he’s feeling anymore. As soon as the phone call hangs up, he starts to break down again.

His phone pings.

Argyle: I’m here if you want to talk about it, or I can leave the room to give you some space

There’s something about kindness from a sort of stranger that makes tears flow harder. He types out a reply.

Argyle gets up from his bed and walks over to the door. Shutting it gently behind him, giving Jonathan the space he asked for. When the tears dry up, Jonathan lets Argyle know he can come back. Wiping his cheeks, calmed down.

“Thank you,” he says softly when the door shuts behind him. “I appreciate you doing that.”

Argyle shrugs, like this was nothing. “Life is tough when you move away from home. I should know, my home is halfway across the country. Do you want a hug or are we not at that level yet?”

“A hug would be kind of nice.”

Argyle silently asks to sit on Jonathan’s bed. He nods in conformation, accepting Argyle’s open arms. Pulling back after a few seconds.

“I’m not going to force you to talk about it or anything, but I’m here if you want to.”

“My, uh.” Jonathan struggles to find the words. Argyle waits for him, making Jonathan feel like he can tell him anything. “That call was from my brother, he’s in the hospital right now.”

“Shit,” Argyle says bluntly. “Is he ok?”

Jonathan nods. “Yeah. It’s just a bad flare up. He went through a really bad accident when he was in middle school, has chronic pain because of it. Other lingering health issues. But he’s fine. Just wish I was there, you know.”

“Yeah. It sucks being away from family. Especially when something’s going on.”

“It does. You said you were from California, right?” Jonathan changes the subject. “What’s it like out there, I’ve never been.”

Argyle lights up as soon as Jonathan asks. “Oh, it’s great dude.” He goes on a long tangent about his hometown, his family. Being close enough to the ocean for day trips but not directly close to it at all. Anything and everything.

They talk for hours after that. The conversation finding itself during the slower breaks. Just sharing their lives. Complaining about classes. Learning about each other in ways not many people ever tried.

That day, they both made a friend.

Present Day

Argyle checks his phone for the millionth time. Pressing it down in frustration against the couch when the notification screen continues to be blank. Jonathan hasn’t messaged him back yet. Hasn’t texted him since he left to visit home a week ago.

It’s fine, he tells himself. He’s just busy at home. Spending time with family.

Except it isn’t. They haven’t not talked this long since the awkward first weeks of college. When they hadn’t found the right rhythm yet. This was unlike them. Unlike Jonathan.

Argyle busies himself, trying to keep his mind off it. Stop him from sending another text asking if Jonathan’s ok. He cleans, unmakes and remakes his bed. Cooks and does the dishes. Until the door opens and Jonathan’s standing in front of him, duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he pants. Like he just ran here from the train.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Wednesday.” Argyle sets down the dish he was drying. Wiping the excess water from his hands.

Jonathan tries to catch his breath. “I wasn’t. Came back early.” He set the duffel bag on the ground, stepping closer to Argyle.

“Something happen?” Argyle’s trying to read Jonathan’s actions, but he’s never seen him act quite like this before.

“I love you,” he blurts out.

Argyle doesn’t believe him. “Yeah, dude. Love you too.”

Jonathan shakes his head, stepping closer to Argyle again. “No, not like that. Well, yes like that but not all like that. I’m in love with you.”

“What,” Argyle exhales in disbelief.

Jonathan brushes the hair out of his face. Hand resting on the back of his neck. “I know it’s random and probably doesn’t make a lot of sense. But when I was home, seeing Will with Mike together and hearing these constant comments from my mom. How great it is that two best friends fell in love. And then asking me about you. How you were doing and how we were doing. Like we were some unit. Together. It just hit me.”

He continues, starting to pace. “I knew I liked you, for a long time now, but I didn’t realize how much. Always told myself that I wasn’t going to say anything because this friendship meant the world to me, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. Then Will said something to me, and it made me want to just say fuck it. So, I took the next train and now I’m here.”

Argyle is speechless. Trying to keep up with Jonathan’s rambling while also trying to calm the beating of his own heart.

He never thought that this would happen.

Jonathan stops pacing, fear hitting his face. Everything that he just said coming back to him in slow motion. The frantic energy fades, the tension setting in.

“Are you going to say anything?” Jonathan stares at Argyle.

Argyle barrels towards Jonathan, pulling him into the tightest hug of his life. A happy smile forming as Jonathan hugs him back. Both of them too afraid to let go.

“I love you, too,” Argyle whispers after a long silence. “I have for so long.” He pulls back from the hug, grazing his thumb against Jonathan’s cheek. Reveling in the fact that he can. “I was just so scared. I couldn’t lose you, not because of this.”

Jonathan presses their foreheads together. “You didn’t.” He uses both his hands to brace Argyle’s face, bringing their lips together.

Argyle did the exact opposite of losing him.

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#jargyle #no longer pre relationship for these guys #they figured their shit out #well sort of #morgan's friends au #stranger things #stranger things au #friends au #stranger things fanfic #modern au #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #getting together #love confessions #no upside down au

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disaster-catalyst · 1 year

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Braindead headcanons #1

Tim, before they got together, had begged Danny to work for Wayne Enterprise but Danny shot the idea down since he already made up his mind and wanted to go for S.T.A.R labs

Tim : Come on please?

Danny, exasperated : How are we supposed to have a consensual workplace relationship if I do that??

Tim :

Tim : Is.. Is this your way of asking me out?

Suffice to say that once they did get together, Danny soon decided to actually work for Wayne Enterprise's Aerospace division (not without continuous teasing from Tim though)

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earlgodwin · 8 months

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"There are moments where [Juan] manipulates other people in a similar the way they’ve been manipulating him. The scene between Jeremy and myself with the dagger is a last ditch frantic attempt at trying to win [Rodrigo] over." Do you think Juan was genuine in the knife scene? Do you think he would have killed himself? "Yeah I think so. He always does what is true inside him...It wasn’t simply about the eventual confrontation, but all about the richness of this twisted family make-up."

#top 5 scenes that changed the trajectory of my life #it's also the 1st time we see juan vulnerable (2nd time is his final scene where he confesses to ces about how messed up he is all his life #“we were betrayed father!” maybe if ces put his jealousy aside and helped his lil bro by letting him know about ludovico's army #he's so broken and tired. trying so hard to prove he's useful but he has a shitty luck and a jealous megalomaniac big brother #like even from a military stand point ces could've helped juan with the forli mission but noooo he wants juan humilated!#anyway. look at rodrigo being soft to his baby boy!!! he loves him immensely and trying to comfort him :(#david and jeremy not getting their emmy nominations doesn't sit right with me ngl #“i defend this family with my heart and my soul” i was really rooting for juan so bad because he was just a kid and he was Trying #it's why the people who view juan as some sort of villain are hypocritical and need to fuck off the show btw <3 #like he knows he's a fuck-up and the circumstances made him a fuck-up. no one gave him a damn chance. just ganging up on him lol #juan borgia #david oakes #jeremy irons #rodrigo borgia #the borgias #theborgiasedit #perioddramaedit #about juan #juan and rodrigo #by jen

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ghost-proofbaby · 2 months

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everyone sleeping? perfect. time to put some secret soft scenes between aruna and astarion on the dashboard.

#the moon will sing #astarion #astarion ancunin #i just love the thought of a soft astarion #i love digging into what his brain was like in that time between him realizing his plan fell apart and him confessing #all the fear he’d feel in feeling truly safe with someone for the first time in over 200 years #the genuine confusion he’d have to sort through #questioning why he wants to take these two hands bred to bring misery and lay them upon someone softly #questioning his entire world view when someone flips it on its head #the impulse to love and the instinct to kill as sleep token once said #astarion x tav #astarion’s love would be the purest devotion #he doesn’t worship frivolous gods — he’d worship *you*#the gods never answered him or saved him #but *you* did #anyways #goodnight #(this isn’t from the story’s main timeline)

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worstloki · 2 months

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Loki falls in love with the Tesseract and contracts a spinoff Hanahaki disease where he coughs up small blocks of ice.

#he goes to confess to the Tesseract but also it’s a cube so he knows it won’t be requited #gets real sad and sobs about how he’s fallen in love with an ancient cube relic #symptoms just keep getting worse and the feels like he’s freezing up inside even though he’s done everything he could by confessing #gets delirious and wakes up in the healers room a week later #turns out it’s not Hanahaki it’s some sort of variant of the common Aesir flu that impacts Jotun a tad differently to coughing up phlegm #tesseroki

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etrevil · 9 months

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Somehow Dazai saying, "hey, let's kill them together," to Chuuya at the fight against Rimbaud held as much gayness as when he said, "that what makes me love you!" a few hours after they first met.

#it's the sort of confession that's like 'i want to do this bad thing together'#and i love it so much #just heard it in a tiktok compilation and needed to say it lol #'let's be worst together'#be gay do crimes #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd manga #bsd anime #bsd fifteen #bsd 15 #bsd light novel #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #soukoku #bsd soukoku

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wangxianficrecs · 3 months

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Longing (reprise) by ilip13

Longing (reprise)

by ilip13 (@ilip13)

T, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Finally he cannot take it anymore. "Well, we should get going, either way!" Whatever transpired between them, the day is burning away. "Do you remember Guanyin Temple, Lan Zhan? Even if you don’t, we must get there as soon as possible." He expects a fight. Maybe Lan Zhan only remembers as far as their search after Nie Mingjue’s body parts. Lan Zhan thinks they’re in the middle of some night hunt, so — "I do remember Guanyin Temple," Lan Wangji says slowly. He reaches out as if to touch Wei Wuxian’s face, and then his hand falls away. "Do you?" * Wei Wuxian wakes up the morning after the bathtub incident. (Or is it?) Kay's comments: This story provided the soothing and healing I didn't know my heart needed. It gives Wei Wuxian the chance to finish his confession after Wangxian's first time at the inn in Yunping and I love that for everyone involed and most definitely my heart because the aftermath of the bathtub scene always hurts so good and as much as I love Wangxian's public confession in a moment of desperation, sometimes I wish they could have gotten something private like this as well. Excerpt: "You…" Wei Wuxian flounders, at a loss for words. He feels small, small and exposed, except Lan Wangji chooses to toy with him instead of mete out the proper punishment that Wei Wuxian deserves. Well. Wei Wuxian does not intend to embarrass himself further by recounting all the reasons Lan Wangji should be displeased with him. He crosses his arms and huffs. "Nothing happened. Pay it no mind. I’ll just get dressed and we can go." If anyone is playing games here then it is Lan Zhan, and Wei Wuxian is in no mood to participate. There’s a painful stab in his heart when he recalls Lan Zhan playing around last night. His joy at being praised by Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian swallows past the lump in his throat. It does not help with the ache in his chest. There is a blur of movement, and then Lan Wangji’s arms are wrapped around him. A gentle kiss pressed to his forehead. Wei Wuxian struggles to be freed; Lan Wangji holds him closer. "Don’t touch me, Lan Zhan," he hisses. Lan Wangji ignores him. The nerve of him.

pov wei wuxian, post-canon, memory loss established relationship, fix-it of sorts, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, self-doubt, love confessions

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #February 2024 #Teen #short fic <15k #ilip13 #Longing (reprise)#pov wei wuxian #post-canon #memory loss established relationship #fix-it of sorts #emotional hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #soft lan wangji/wei wuxian #self-doubt #love confessions

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adastra121 · 5 months

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Touchstarved x The Amazing Devil

Since I use a bunch of The Amazing Devil songs on my Touchstarved OC playlists, I decided to match them to each of the main LIs. They're mostly the romantic songs, I highlighted the words that made me think of the characters.

Kuras= “Inkpot Gods.” Fighting god for the one you love. Walking a lonely path. The wild feeling of breaking free from the fate you thought you were bound to, the one you believed you deserved. Rewriting tragedy into redemption.

“Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall.”

“And what you see is not the dark, It’s just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you’ll become.”

"And to those gods, I will speak bluntly 'We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to me, by the end, you'll kneel and plea. 'Cause I'm more than what they all told me to be.'"

"And I wish that I could take their hand, But where I'm going is for me and me alone."

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone, Just know I loved you all along."

Leander= “Fair.” Mostly just vibes. Maybe it’s the gentle guitar, the autumnal sound. A space of solace, so achingly and heartwarmingly normal. The hint of insecurity and bitterness toward the world. The charming awkwardness and humour. I don’t know, this song sounds like Leander's giving you a hug. XD

"And he, he curses at the world For leaving him behind, and he's falling out of touch And they are stronger than he's ever been, he knows."

"And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all Like petals in a storm."

"And calm throughout his melodrama They will turn and say, 'Dear heart, it's me, it's me. You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not.'"

"'How unfair, how unfair,' they'll sing As they dance across the darling rooftop wreck."

Vere= “That Unwanted Animal.” It’s either feral in a horny way or horny in a feral way. I don’t know which. Both, maybe? I imagine this is what it’d be like if Vere devoured you.

"And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear 'Be good to me,' I whisper."

"I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made, But fuck all your plans, I'm bored! ‘And can't you hear that scratching?’ I ask your eyes."

"And we fall into each other, the scratching grows so loud Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out… Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours."

"'Be good to me,' I beg of him. And he replies, 'No, no, not I.'"

Ais= “Ruin.” The wreckage after a storm. The strength and the fight inside you that has helped you survive until now being the very thing that destroys what matters to you. Ill-timed jokes. Unspoken regrets. Second chances among the ruin. Also the bird sounds throughout, because, you know. Sparrow. Hehe.

"Our mortar was your laughter And you hurled curses at the land. We didn't talk, we made universes Out of bitten lips and broken hands." This is basically the summary of Ais's scenes in the demo

Mhin= “Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious.” Not belonging, but desperately wanting to. Screaming silence and yearning to be heard. Chance meetings with someone else on the outside looking in. Being outsiders together. Oh, and there’s a cat.

"And I know I won't be long 'Cause I know I don't belong."

"As all my steps too far keep telling me 'This is who you are,' I should go home. I'm not lonely. I just like being on my own."

"Now I'm lying on a bed full of coats Trying desperately to cope. When you open up the door, say something stupid like 'You're lying on some coats,' I say, I know."

#I changed up some of the lyrics to be gender-neutral so they'd fit the mc #raise your hand if you would fight god for kuras — I don't know if we have to in his route #just. I'm prepared to.#I don't know why kuras strikes me as the kind of person to confess his love right before doing something self-sacrificing #“inkpot gods” hits pretty hard with an unnamed!mc actually #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved leander #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved mhin #red spring studio #the amazing devil #character themes #sort of #song recommendation #I wanted to post this earlier but Tumblr ate it so #let's try this again

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thebirdandhersong · 6 months

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now. beloveds this is not NEW news but I've just had crystal clear confirmation re: the boy (not that it wasn't clear before, but now it's glaringly obvious that he DOES love another girl and this IS reality) and :') you never know how delusionally hopeful you are until such a thing happens!!!!

#i am horribly sad but in a distant and vaguely ironical sort of way because it really shouldn't have surprised me lol #anyway the sweet one just told me about his plans to ask the girl he likes out this winter and i gave him advice because he asked for it #so there's that!!#i think it was very sweet of him to trust me enough with this however he ALSO asked me to keep him accountable for asking her out #this is horribly ironic in a really funny way #you're asking. me ??? to make sure you confess to the girl?? whom i know for a fact is not interested in you???? and whom YOU'RE almost c #certain is not interested in you???? boy howdy #anyway that's all the news i have on the songbird front i am peacing out #to study for my midterms now and also pray because i really need to #lol i love that on top of this to think about and puzzle over i also have another 100 pages of medieval german poetry to read #respectfully! i hate this!!!!#the waiting room chapter

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lost-in-derry · 4 months

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Birthday Snippet for Salamander

Happy Birthday @mystical-salamander ! Here’s some Kalluzeb softness for you 🎁

#my writing #kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #fanfiction #love confessions #sort of #Derry Writes #snippets

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nottoofondofgaypeople · 5 months

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Reunions and Confessions

Garrancemau brainrot go brrrr

I watched the episode where Laurance comes back from the Nether and then I started feeling some things, and then this happened

Garroth was on his usual patrol around Phoenix Drop when he felt something... off. As he walked past the forest there was just an uneasy feeling, worse than the one he already had with Zane around. That feeling quickly turned into panic when Garroth saw a white light starting to come from beyond the trees. Without thinking he rushed towards it, hoping his worst fears weren't manifesting. Oh Irene, tell him it wasn't Zane doing something awful.

Instead when Garroth stumbled into the small forest clearing he saw a gold and black wyvern with decaying wings wrapped around the unconscious body of his old friend. Laurance had never looked worse, his hair was a burnt mess, his face was covered in black and purple markings that danced across his skin with a little too much life, and when Garroth got closer, he could tell he wasn't breathing.

"Laurance?!" Garroth nearly screamed, rushing forward and picking his hand up. No pulse.

"What happened?!" Irena cried out as she rushed to his other side.

"He's not breathing!"

"He's still alive," Ungrith gasped out. Irena hesitantly reached a hand out, and Ungrith used his remaining strength to put his claw in her hand.

"Ungrith, what happened?" She asked, desperately trying to keep her voice even as Garroth checked for proper signs of life.

"I-I did it." The wyvern smiled, even as more of the black and purple rot spread across his gold body. "I saved Laurance."

"Just hold on! I'll get you help--"

"Don't. Please."

"Why not?!"

"It would be... a waste of your time. It's too late for me, Irena."

"What did you do?"

"Something forbidden... I used my magic to break the realm barrier. And this is my punishment. Laurance saved my life when I was cast away from my home in a realm that was not my own, and now I have done the same." Ungrith lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

"Wait, please don't die!" Irena rushed forward to put her hands on his face, hoping she could do something to save him. The rot only spread as Ungrith let out a shaky breath.

"Worry not. Wyverns cannot die. One day I will be reborn in my own realm. I have brought Laurance home, and now I can go back to my home." His eye barely opened to look at her. "Promise me you'll protect him." Irena looked over at Garroth who had picked up Laurance's limp body and began carrying it to Phoenix Drop.

"I will. I promise. I won't let your sacrifice be in vain."

"Thank you..." His eyes closed, and his wings folded. Irena leaned forward to place a kiss to the last part of his body yet to be taken, the center of his forehead. And then, it took him. She backed up, and then turned away. No need to see his body decompose. Instead she dashed forward, running past Garroth and straight to the plaza.

"Zoey!" She called from the top of the staircase down. The elf looked back at her with clearly panicked eyes. She had felt what was happening even if she didn't see it. "I need your help with something." She just nodded, grabbing her medical supplies and following Irena to her home. They barely got the guest bed set up when Garroth appeared and lay Laurance on it carefully.

"Give me some time alone with him," Zoey instructed. "I don't do well with others watching."

"Of course. Thank you," Irena replied, pressing a kiss to Zoey's cheek before she turned away and followed Garroth downstairs. The two of them sat together on the hill overlooking Phoenix Drop in silence for some time. At some point Irena had interwoven their hands together, and despite his usual hang ups about physical contact, Garroth didn't voice any objection.

There was more to be done. Phoenix Drop was still growing, and Zane was still an active threat. Irena couldn't help but think of every little thing she could be doing in this moment. But she couldn't find it in herself to leave. Not until she knew Laurance was alive. He had to be. Then again, if he was alive...

"Garroth, we need to talk," Irena said calmly, though her tone was clearly uneasy.

"About Laurance?" He guessed, to which she nodded.

"If he is alive, he's probably a shadow knight."

"I think it's the only way someone could survive in the Nether."

"Do you think he would... Try to kill me?" Garroth sighed, wishing he could give her better assurances. He hated the tremble of fear in her voice.

"That I do not know. It all depends on how Laurance feels." He didn't need to say anything else. They had both seen how flirty Irena and Laurance were. They both knew how he felt.

"Irena?" Zoey called out. Irena instantly turned around and stumbled to her feet, meeting Zoey at the top of her staircase.

"How's Laurance? Is he alive?" She asked desperately.

"H-He's alive, thank Irene. But he's not in the best condition."

"What do you mean?"

"He clearly sustained multiple injuries in the Nether, and his body and magic is all messed up from traveling between realms. Worst of all though... Laurance has gone blind."

"What?!" Irena nearly ran downstairs to see him then and there.

"I believe it's a side effect of traveling between realms. A-And if it was caused by that, I have no idea how you'd undo it." Zoey held Irena's hand tenderly, hating herself for the tears starting to build up in her friends eyes. "I'm sorry, I wish I could give you better news."

"Is he awake?"

"Yes... When he first woke up he called for you, and when you didn't respond, he started to panic. I only managed to make him calm down by assuring him that you're alive."

"I'm going to go talk to him."

"Thank you, Zoey. For everything." Irena kissed her other cheek this time, earning a slight giggle from the elf. The two finally broke away from each other, and Irena almost held her breath as she walked upstairs. The instant she saw Laurance she rushed to his side, nearly crashing into the bed as she knelt next to him. "Laurance?"

"Please know that Laurance is incredibly unstable right now. He's scarred both physically and mentally, and might not be quite the man you remember." Zoey pressed a kiss to the back of Irena's hand before letting it go. "I'm going to go speak to Emmalyn and see if she can help me come up with anything to help him."

"Irena?" He gasped out, instantly followed by coughing. Irena reached into her bag and pulled out a glass bottle of water, but when she tried to hand it to him, Laurance simply took her hand instead. "Irena, I can't see you."

"I'm here, Laurance. I'm right here." She gladly set anything aside to hold his hand in that moment. Just to feel some level of life coming from him. "You're safe. You're in Phoenix Drop."

"I know. You wouldn't be this calm if we were anywhere else." Irena let out a small laugh, making Laurance's hand relax. "It's nice to hear your laughter. I was really worried about you."

"I-I'm fine. But you... What happened?" Laurance tensed up a little more, his breathing suddenly heavy.

"I can't even begin to describe the pain becoming a shadow knight causes physically, mentally, and spiritually."

"I'm so sorry--"

"Don't, please." Laurance lolled his head to the side and gave her a weary smile. It was unnerving to see his whited out eyes. "I'd much rather be here with you and have no sight, than be there and able to see."

"B-But you wouldn't have--"

"Please, don't take the blame for my choice. I'm far more relived that you're alive."

"I'm relieved you're alive too. I was really worried about you." Laurance squeezed her hand before he let out a weary laugh.

"Can I... talk to you about something?"

"Anything."

"I-I wasn't... I became a shadow knight against my will. I held desperately onto my humanity by thinking of you." Now that he had started, Laurance knew he couldn't stop. "You were the main thing that kept me sane while I was in that awful place."

"W-wait, Laurance, are you--"

"I'm in love with you Irena. A-And I don't expect anything to come of this, heck I don't even expect you to feel the same way. It would be selfish of me to think so. I don't know what the future holds for me, or what will happen if I turn. But I needed you to know that before I lost more than my sight." Laurance wove their fingers together, and the smile on his face was one of the most genuine expressions of love Irena had seen.

"Laurance I..." She couldn't think of what to say. She knew how Laurance felt from very early on, and yet she didn't care. She actually... liked having someone that admired her. But hearing such a heartfelt confession made it feel like so much more. She remembered the pain she felt when Laurance shoved her forward and insisted he would stay and fight. If she were in the same situation, she probably would have done the same for him. That was enough.

"I don't expect you to--"

"I think I love you too." Laurance froze for a moment. He may have said all those romantic words, but he was seriously pissed he didn't have his sight in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to see her face, to know she was being serious. That she wasn't just saying that for his sake.

"Y-You do?"

"I think I do." Irena let out a nervous laugh. "I don't quite know how love works but... When I talked to you I felt something like how it's been described to me. I-I don't know how to be in love but..." She glanced down at Laurance and smiled tearfully. It was so relieving just to see him alive again, even if he wasn't in the best shape. "I'm willing to try it with you." His smile somehow only grew bigger, and his grip on her hand tightened considerably.

"I-I can't even put into words how happy you've made me. I only wish I could see your beautiful face for myself."

"We'll find a way to fix this, I promise."

"You don't have to." Laurance squeezed her hand. "I'm content to love you even like this. As much as I'd like to kiss you, I understand you have your reservations on that. I'm grateful that you even consider me worthy of having by your side."

"After everything you've done for me, I'd say a kiss is the least I can give you." Irena leaned over, and while she could see Laurance's lips expectantly waiting, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before pulling away. "Get some rest, okay?"

"Yes, my lady." Irena giggled, before letting go of his hand and standing up. Even if his eyes weren't working, she could tell he was trying to follow her based on sound. Maybe that meant her footsteps were a little heavier on the stairs as she left, maybe she was just exhausted after a long and emotionally tiring day. Who's to say?

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