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uhhh i don’t know how to word it but like. do you think about the fact juza probably chased away thousand of creeps from random girls he sees on the street late at night ? because he often go to the convienence store (or however you spell it), so he’s out late.
and once the threat is away they’re always so thankful because. he just literally saved them ? and he goes “t’was nothing.” but he has no idea how much importance his action had on their lives ? who knows what those piece of shit could have done?
anyways juza still somehow thinks so lowly of himself and doesn’t realise the impact he has/had on some people and yeah
Kazu and Taichi headcanons :)
Ah yes, the puppy pair🐶
Kazu and Taichi Headcanons!!
Ard so like i said in my Taichi post, when it rains they race raindrops on the windows!! (they usually bet money or chore work)
They make eachother laugh all the time, even if one of them doesn't know what the other is laughing at
so. many. selfies. omg
They're each other's wingman!! They're constantly hyping each other up it's adorable
Kaz paints Taichi's nails when either of then are stressed out, it just relaxes them.
Kaz gets to focus on art, and Taichi finds it soothing to watch
Their laughs are so different it's crazy, Kaz is more outward and full on hard laughs, while Taichi's is mostly inward and covers his mouth.
Can't take them anywhere smh. they're so loud when they're together
Photoshoots galore 😫🤚🏽
They have a shared tiktok and their content is all over the place. Dancing, jokes, banter between both of them, pranks
God the pranks they can think up when they work together. It's frightening
Taichi constantly smacks Kazu's hat off in the dorm and runs away (which leads to Kaz chasing him around the dorm and Sakyo stopping them at some point to lecture them.
They have matching stick-n-poke tattoos
They play Just dance every weekend (Misumi joins if he's not out triangle hunting)
DANCE BATTLES!! They have everyone sit down, watch both of them dance, and vote who won.
They made playlists for eachother :)
They're always doing something like please sit down and breathe for like 5 seconds
They have sleepovers in the storage room sometimes, they'll stay up, eat snacks, watch movies, play card games, etc. It's just a fun time all around
Literally not a singular dull moment with these two.
Their text messages are never full sentences and yet they communicate so well, it's hilarious.
Definitely say they love eachother platonically like 24/7 like it's just a habit
Kaz always helps Taichi if there's a bug in his room🤚🏽 He'll just hear Taichi scream and run to his room with a shoe (or a cup to trap the bug).
They're so cute I'm- HFKDKD, Hope you like these!! ^_^
I realized something about why Farcille works because of a post criticising Shuro/Toshiro's way of viewing Falin and Laios. That he fell in love with her 'quirky' traits that he hated Laios. And it's not like that with Marcille, because she doesn't love the weird monster eater parts of Falin that she shares with Laios. She is fully aware that the woman she loves is a weirdo, she doesn't even like those parts of her necessarily. But she does love Falin and that means she has to deal with the parts of her that aren't always great.
It's not an idolization of her, it's not putting her on a pedestal, she admits after Falin's resurrection that she's always been like this. Marcille is not ignorant of Falin's flaws for lack of a better word, but it doesn't mean she isn't going to stop loving Falin. What bothers her about Laios is the same thing that bothers her about Falin, it's just loving falin mutes it. Because loving people isnt' always easy, you don't always come to love the things that annoy you early in a relationship. Sometimes you're partner snoring will always bother you and that's not going to change no matter how much you love them. It's just easier to put up with the things that annoy you when you love someone and it makes it worth baring
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
"It was almost as if the heavens were conspiring against you, keeping you from doing the one thing that brought you the most joy." man i felt so bad for them here and the fact they have to hide doing all this
"but your grandfather made sure he taught you everything he knew before he passed away when you were barely fifteen" this was so cute of him to do 😭🥺 im so glad he taught them everything!!
but he had never seen the sheer amount of love and awe in anyone’s eyes as they gazed up at the skies, except for yours. Every time he went past Earth, Seonghwa was always touched by your curiosity and passion for his creations." this made me flutter so much wow i fell in love with these words the way he saw the appreciation of his beauty by them!!
"he gets worried and decides to break Celestia’s one rule: he descends upon Earth." omg the way he just broke the rule this 😭😭😭😭😭 i love him so much for that.
i felt so bad for him when he came down only to find out.. God. that hurt so badly. with him destroying the galaxies 😭😭😩
“Can you… can you make me a mortal the next time her soul walks on Earth?” STOPPPPP!!!
"celebrating the first meeting of its creator and the light for whom he gave up for his immortality." i died reading this omg this was everything i literally fell off my couch 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 you deserve so much kisses for this, writer!!
Looking For Star, Looking For Love
pairing: celestial deity!Seonghwa x fem!Reader // idol!Seonghwa x fem!reader
genre: reincarnation!au. angst. a sprinkle of fluff. meet cute-ish?
wc: 2.6k+
warnings: major character death. angst. some fluff. I think there's more fluff than I think there is but oof— mentions of MC's mom screaming (not at her). I wrote this in the middle of the night... It's literally 2 a.m. rn... So there might be typos/mistakes jsksksks ;~;
summary: what happens when a celestial deity falls for you!
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a/n: um... I did a little something for Seonghwa's birthday. I hope you enjoy! Happy Hwa Day, everyone!
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The sun lights up the sky during the daytime, blessing everything it touches with warmth and light. But as night falls and the sun graces the other side of the planet with its light, one can truly see how dark the universe is. Far, far above the Earth’s atmosphere, space fades into an inky pitch-black, only punctuated by the feeble glimmers of distant stars and galaxies.
But tonight, the stars have been replaced by dark, stormy clouds, replaced by nothing but the small droplets of rain that fall down towards the ground, reflecting the dull light from the lamps nestled between the trees lining the roads. A horse carriage clatters to the seafront as the guard making his nightly rounds blows his whistle in the distance.
Inside a manor overlooking the sea, a woman’s unceasing tirade raises to its usual pitch of anger. Your mother shouts at the cooks as she did whenever a ball is imminent. Considering this ball is for your sister’s engagement, you sort of understand her worries. But at the same time, your skin prickles at her shrill voice, and you feel a wave of sympathy for whoever it is she has turned her ire upon.
When angry, your mother is a force to be reckoned with that even your father doesn’t wish to cross. You shut the library doors behind you, breathing a sigh of relief when your mother’s voice falls to a mere murmur. Bless your father for ensuring that the library would be somewhat soundproof when the manor was being built.
You walk over to the table, flipping open your journal, which contains sketches of the positions of stars, the moon, and the different planets at various times of the year. When you reach a blank sheet, you can’t help but frown. You were looking forward to sketching the stars tonight, for your father had seen shooting stars blazing through the skies last night. You were surprised when he talked about it at breakfast earlier today, for according to your calculations, the yearly showers weren’t supposed to start until next week. Yet, the prospect of seeing the shooting stars was exciting, and you had planned your weekly escape from the manor meticulously. All of your plans turned to dust the moment it started raining. It was almost as if the heavens were conspiring against you, keeping you from doing the one thing that brought you the most joy.
Another sigh leaves you, and you gently put the journal away at the back of a shelf stocked with books on painting, books you knew no one in your family would touch. The cleaners weren’t allowed to take out the books from their shelves anyways, so no one would discover your little secret. You may not have received a formal education, but your grandfather made sure he taught you everything he knew before he passed away when you were barely fifteen. He had done so despite your parents being against it, and even now, they frowned upon your fascination with the stars. So you hid it well, playing the role of an obedient daughter, even if to stay out of trouble.
Later that night, after everyone in the manor has gone to sleep, you are awoken by an unpleasant dream. Bleary-eyed, you blink at the familiar sight of your room. The realisation that you’re safe and in your room eases the adrenaline in your veins somewhat, and it is at that moment you register the moonlight filters in through your windows. A confused hum leaves your lips. You remember falling asleep to the sound of raindrops and thunder, so it does strike you as a little weird that the storm passed so soon.
You pull back the blankets covering you and pad over to the french windows that open to the terrace. A gust of cold breeze hits you as you step outside, and you shiver, wrapping your robe around yourself tighter. It’s not much help, though, considering that the material is quite flimsy anyways. But the sight of the clear sky makes a smile pull at your lips as you gaze up in wonder.
From the corner of your eye, you see what you had been praying to lay your eyes upon ever since you heard your father’s words. There, in the sky, quick streaks of light erupt in the vast inkiness of the night, disappearing just as quickly as they appear. Quick as you can, you turn back to run to your room and grab the telescope your grandfather had gifted to you on your fourteenth birthday. You quickly set it up on its stand and angle yourself to look through the lens.
You can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the shooting stars as they blaze across the night sky, falling prey to the Earth’s gravity and dying in a burst of light as they burn in the Earth’s atmosphere. As you watch the shooting stars, you can’t help but remember something you had read in one of the books in the library.
Nothing is immortal. Everything you see in the universe is bound to vanish one day and will be replaced by nothing.
What you don’t know, however, is that high above you, past the atmosphere of the Earth, someone is watching you gaze at the shooting stars with a huge grin on his face. In fact, he deliberately made the meteor shower appear sooner than it should have, just to see the amazement in your eyes.
Having lived for billions of years, creating beautiful celestial phenomena, breathing life and light into the vast expanse of nothingness, Seonghwa had been sure no one appreciated his creations more than himself. Sure, many of the life forms on different planets loved to study his creations, but he had never seen the sheer amount of love and awe in anyone’s eyes as they gazed up at the skies, except for yours. Every time he went past Earth, Seonghwa was always touched by your curiosity and passion for his creations.
Every week, as you sneaked out of your manor to the cliff a few ways away from your town to study the skies, Seonghwa would find himself watching you. He gazed at you in adoration while you studied the stars and planets, taking notes and drawing sketches of what you saw. Slowly, he found himself creating new celestial objects closer to the Earth so that he could see your eyes light up like the stars he had created as you admired his creations.
“Seonghwa.”
A stern voice causes a shiver down his spine. Schooling his expression, he turns towards the source of the voice. Sure enough, he sees the last person—or in this case, the only primordial deity he feared—he wanted to see. Celestia stands in front of him, hands on her hips as she looks at him with a disappointed expression.
“You cannot let your obsession for a mortal make you forget your duties,” she reprimands him.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t forget any of my duties, Celestia,” Seonghwa tries to placate her anger. He goes through his mental checklist, wondering if he has indeed forgotten something, but he cannot remember anything important enough that would make Celestia this angry.
“You were supposed to create a nebula in a whole other supercluster today,” she reprimanded him. “You have been slacking off on your duties ever since you discovered that little human. Don’t let your attraction for her cloud your judgement.”
For several moments, Seonghwa keeps quiet. His lips move as though trying to speak, though no sound emerges as he tries to come up with an excuse. Sighing when he realises he cannot talk himself out of this, he murmurs out an apology and teleports himself to where he is supposed to be.
Next week, he is unable to see you for your weekly night escapade because he has duties to attend to. So he swallows his disappointment and works on a couple of galaxies that had been colliding for millennia and were in the last phase of the merge. The week after that, when he passes by Earth and doesn’t see you, it strikes him as odd, but he doesn’t think much of it since he remembers that your sister is to be married soon. But when weeks pass, and he doesn’t see you, he gets worried and decides to break Celestia’s one rule: he descends upon Earth.
He emerges out of the tree line, dressed in something similar to what the humans of the town wear. He wastes no time, walking straight to your parents’ manor. But before he arrives at the wrought iron gates, he runs into someone. Apologising profusely, he helps them to pick up the letters that had fallen to the ground.
“You don’t seem to be from here,” the person says. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“Oh, yes,” Seonghwa smiles, handing them the letters. “I’m here to visit the youngest granddaughter of Mr Y/L/N.”
He watches as the person’s expression darkens quickly. The silence lasts for a while as the man searches Seonghwa’s expression for something. When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he shakes his head sorrowfully.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?” Seonghwa frowns. Something akin to dread settles in his stomach as the male continues to observe him.
“She’s gone,” the stranger's voice is brimming with anguish. “A few weeks ago, she went to the cliff with her telescope. We don’t exactly know what happened, but in the wee hours, a couple of fishermen heard her scream. By the time the townsfolk reached, there was no sign of her and her telescope was found broken over the cliffs.”
In the billions of years Seonghwa has lived, the aeons he has seen his creations fade into nothingness, he has never felt sorrow hit him the way it does at the man’s words. He turns back the way he came, teleporting himself back into space the moment he’s sure no one can see him.
By the time Celestia reaches him, he is inconsolable. Seonghwa has destroyed so many galaxies, tearing through them in his grief as if they’re the reason for his anguish. He screams and screams and screams into the void, cheeks streaked with tears as he becomes little more than a vessel of grief.
Celestia doesn’t know how to help him, watching helplessly as she sees Seonghwa’s brightness fade. For the first time, she remembers that even though he is usually the one breathing light into the fabric of space, he’s also the one who creates massive black holes that swallow everything, even light.
Watching him like this, Celestia can’t even bring it upon herself to reprimand him for breaking her only rule: to not show themselves to mortals. She knows he blames himself for what happened. He might have been there to save you if he had not been supervising the collision.
For a long time, she watches him break until weakness and exhaustion take root, and he slumps, nothing but a whimpering mess.
“Can you… can you make me a mortal the next time her soul walks on Earth?”
His voice is hoarse from screaming and crying, and for a moment, Celestia doesn’t register what he has said. It is only when he repeats himself that she understands what he is asking of her, and she gazes at him in horror.
“You are willing to give up your immortality for a human?”
“Why should I roam the infinite expanse of the universe, creating all these beautiful celestial phenomena, when my own light rests in that one soul?” He asks eyes rimmed with redness that reminds her of the fires that blaze in the stars he creates. “I wasn’t able to protect her this time, but I want to be there to protect her and love her the next time she walks on Earth. Please, Celestia, this is the only thing I ask of you. You are capable enough of creating someone else to take over my duties. Please.”
Present Day
Seonghwa strikes off the name of yet another place in his journal. The pen scratches against the paper so harshly that it rips off part of the page, cursing a frustrated noise to leave his lips. The sound of the tearing of paper is loud, causing Hongjoong and Yunho to look up from where they sit on the couch of Seonghwa’s hotel room.
They watch in concern as the eldest male puts on a cap and mask and grabs his coat from the back of a chair.
“I’m going for a walk. Don’t wait up for me,” is the only thing he says before making his way out of the door.
As he walks through the streets, he thinks of how the world looks less optimistic in the dark. Or maybe, it’s all in his head. There’s a void in his chest that doesn’t seem to fill no matter what he does. It is much like a black hole, drawing all his happiness and light into the void and turning it into longing.
Longing for what? He has no idea.
The smell of rain lingers in the air, it had been raining until an hour ago, and the chill still lingers. He feels the wind nip at his exposed skin as he stares, eyes glassy and unfocused, at the sky. Once, the night sky was a constant source of comfort to him, the stars a beacon of love and magnificence. But as time passed, watching the skies made him feel even hollower. He was thankful for his packed schedule, for it allowed him to not stop to even glance at the sky due to how busy he was.
Light from the corner of his eyes catches his attention. It comes from your phone that you just put on the bench you’re seated on. He watches, fascinated, as you push yourself backwards to rest against the back of the bench to look up at the sky. There’s a fluffy jacket covering you, making you appear small, dwarfed either by the size of the furry coat or maybe it’s because he knows the sheer size of the universe above the two of you. Like this, bathed in the dim light of the moon, you look ethereal, and he can’t help but smile beneath his mask.
Without realising it, he finds himself walking up to where you’re seated. He’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame, your light calling out to him much like a siren’s song.
“May I join you?” The words fall from his lips gently, as though he is scared to startle you. It is nighttime, and he’s nothing more than a stranger to you.
But to his utmost surprise, you smile at him brightly. “Are you here to watch the yearly meteor shower too?”
Seonghwa can only nod. He fears if he says something, you’ll not let him stay.
“You made the right choice,” you grin at him, patting the bench for him to sit down on. “This is the best place to watch the meteor shower, unlike what others think. I’m so excited because it is earlier this year. The only time that happened was 200 years ago.”
“Really?” He asks as he settles next to you, fondly listening to what you have to say about the shooting stars, looking at you as if it is you who holds all the secrets of the cosmos in your palms.
Above you, shooting stars streak across the skies, brighter than they have been since 200 years ago, celebrating the first meeting of their creator and the light for whom he gave up his immortality.
“Come on, tell me, what’s going on?”
Every Han x Leia scene | 15/?
I was curious about what my wage and time, plus materials, would bring the cost of a foundation paper pieced and handquilted king size quilt to...and...
Okay, anyone willing to pay this amount will be enough to convince to make something this...outrageous. it'll close commissions for a year or two, and require frequent breaks so I don't burnout.
$23,800 USD.
$27× 900 hours + cost of materials (batting alone will be $200, 25 yards of fabric will be about what i need, i'll kill several rotary blades with all the cutting, and likely go through at least two spools of thread) = final cost
That amount of money will be what it takes to convince me to make this. If you're willing to pay for one of these now, hmu. I'll make the listing.
If you want just a king size quilt top, that's still $6150 USD. I'll need around 25 yards of fabric, a couple spools of thread (or a cone), and two to three rotary blades. This will take around 200 hours for traditional piecing. Foundation paper piecing will add another 100-200 hours easily because I have to print each section of each block, cut them out, fold along the seam lines, cut all the fabric, sew the fabric to the paper, press each seam, trim, rinse and repeat many times, sew the blocks together, remove the paper (sooooo many pieces), make the rows, and sew the rows together. So foundation paper piecing will bring the top to $11,650. For just the quilt top.
If you're 100% certain you want a king size quilt, and you're able to pay, let me know. I'll put the commission listing up for you, and promptly close commissions until further notice.
Money is good incentive.
I was curious about what my wage and time, plus materials, would bring the cost of a foundation paper pieced and handquilted king size quilt to...and...
Okay, anyone willing to pay this amount will be enough to convince to make something this...outrageous. it'll close commissions for a year or two, and require frequent breaks so I don't burnout.
$23,800 USD.
$27× 900 hours + cost of materials (batting alone will be $200, 25 yards of fabric will be about what i need, i'll kill several rotary blades with all the cutting, and likely go through at least two spools of thread) = final cost
That amount of money will be what it takes to convince me to make this. If you're willing to pay for one of these now, hmu. I'll make the listing.
If you want just a king size quilt top, that's still $6150 USD. I'll need around 25 yards of fabric, a couple spools of thread (or a cone), and two to three rotary blades. This will take around 200 hours for traditional piecing. Foundation paper piecing will add another 100-200 hours easily because I have to print each section of each block, cut them out, fold along the seam lines, cut all the fabric, sew the fabric to the paper, press each seam, trim, rinse and repeat many times, sew the blocks together, remove the paper (sooooo many pieces), make the rows, and sew the rows together. So foundation paper piecing will bring the top to $11,650. For just the quilt top.
If you're 100% certain you want a king size quilt, and you're able to pay, let me know. I'll put the commission listing up for you, and promptly close commissions until further notice.
Money is good incentive.
I was curious about what my wage and time, plus materials, would bring the cost of a foundation paper pieced and handquilted king size quilt to...and...
Okay, anyone willing to pay this amount will be enough to convince to make something this...outrageous. it'll close commissions for a year or two, and require frequent breaks so I don't burnout.
$23,800 USD.
$27× 900 hours + cost of materials (batting alone will be $200, 25 yards of fabric will be about what i need, i'll kill several rotary blades with all the cutting, and likely go through at least two spools of thread) = final cost
That amount of money will be what it takes to convince me to make this. If you're willing to pay for one of these now, hmu. I'll make the listing.
If you want just a king size quilt top, that's still $6150 USD. I'll need around 25 yards of fabric, a couple spools of thread (or a cone), and two to three rotary blades. This will take around 200 hours for traditional piecing. Foundation paper piecing will add another 100-200 hours easily because I have to print each section of each block, cut them out, fold along the seam lines, cut all the fabric, sew the fabric to the paper, press each seam, trim, rinse and repeat many times, sew the blocks together, remove the paper (sooooo many pieces), make the rows, and sew the rows together. So foundation paper piecing will bring the top to $11,650. For just the quilt top.
If you're 100% certain you want a king size quilt, and you're able to pay, let me know. I'll put the commission listing up for you, and promptly close commissions until further notice.
Money is good incentive.
Every time one of those "aita for killing insects in this very particular way" posts pops out of queue, I get ever-increasingly esoteric submissions about bug extermination. Eager to see where we end up
💥💥💥💥💥BILLY TIME 💥💥💥💥💥
I did it, guys! I drew the Whiz kid and his little deeds. I love the idea of Billy interviewing other heroes and being a sassy little guy. GUH, I wish there was more stuff for my boy. 😔
being desi is hiding everything from your parents in fear of how they might react, only for them to ask you why you never spend time with them.
They need to invent financial independence for people who are unemployable and do useless degrees
‘there’s no platonic explanation for this’
buddy you wouldn’t believe what kind of platonic explanations im capable of
okay so… death note but make it danganronpa mechanics
sorry to ramble more but to elaborate on why i hate will and percy comparison so much is objectively because. percy's kinda lowkey very fucking mean to nico and that's mostly why i hate percico besides the age gap. he strangles him in the underworld. he gets pissed at the little baby child that just arrived at camp and is big,wide-eyed and curious about everything just because he asked if annabeth's his girlfriend. he questions why nico's so estranged from him in hoo, even though he knows how badly he treated him. he knows how betrayed nico felt after bianca's death because of the promise he made (which, i agree, wasn't completely his fault but it seemed that way to nico). i fucking hate it when people compare will to percy. i dont care if will's more bland personality-wise just because riordan didn't find a way to give him a defining personality, but that's in my opinion what makes solangelo work so well. besides the sun-moon dynamic, they literally balance each other out, nico's the more powerful one in the relationship, unlike how he was with percy who he very unhealthily idolised mostly due to his big powers and status at camp. i like will solace having no big powers. i like will solace just being. some guy. i like it all it's so.. equal. it's so complementary. percico is absolutely one of the greatest evils of the world it quite literally erases the whole fucking point of nico's arc and him getting over percy. also it's so clear that percy doesn't like him back so percico doesnt work in any way. sorry this turned into a huge rant i love nico di angelo so much and im too much of a coward to post this off anon but yea
I don't mind rambling that I agree with! Now let me rant on some more too:
I understand where you're coming from. I'll be honest, I don't remember much of the second saga in precise detail, I dropped it around House of Hades because characterization of both Percy and Nico just flew into Tartarus and never recovered. But...
First, blond curly-haired Percy doesn't exist to me and I don't think it's "better" than his book alternative because of the visual implications of that golden-hair kid looks. Book Percy looks like his father - Poseidon, given the epithet "dark-haired" because of the dark of the seas. I'm assuming Percy is somewhat curly-haired given he's compared to a Mediterranean God, etc. He gives off a certain Vibe that is lost when you replace him with a blond haired kid wearing green flannels. That is Will, that is not Percy.
Secondly, aside from a hard visual flop, my annoyance starts off with the whole "you're not my type" joke franchise. I wish people just let it go. Everything that surrounds Nico's first unequal, non-returned, power imbalance, trauma-fueled crush is so fucking sad to me and I'm not sure if it's because I Get Him or because I've witnessed too many sad stories like his. That's the queer tragedy, that's the loss we all in some sort of way relate to. Not only is it yet another thing he can't have because he's too different (and I'm reminding you that Otherness is Nico's entire character theme - he's an immigrant, he's a child of another century, he's a son of Hades, he's gay, etc.), it's also yet another thing for him to grieve, yet another reason to isolate, and yet another broken dream.
Thirdly, I don't like that RR goes back on his own character themes. Percy's an asshole to Nico most of the time and I dislike it a lot. Dark Percy and all of that is valid, for the lack of a better word, but it's LONG BEFORE dark Percy. He's just... irritated with this kid. For being inquisitive and emotional. Alright. I get that Percy is a kid too when they meet but what happened to unconditional love for other people. He's also one of the people who betray Nico again. It's just... Percy is Nico's idea of a hero being shattered, his introduction to the world outside of Mythomagic. And imo it works the best this way.
Lastly, there's a lot to say about TSATS from the literary perspective, it could be done better, but I love Will's characterization there. I like that Will actually remains with Nico in the darkest place you can go to instead of leaving him behind. That he's simple, and down to earth, and just assisting and helping and taking care of him because say what you want Nico needs someone to take care of him. I agree with what you said about the two, I do think they just fit in nicely together. Nico holding the power in a relationship for once is something that I like a lot because I'm still on RR's throat for writing the whole Cupid thing in and I'm tired of Nico's agency being taken away again, and again, and again. Will suits him because he lets Nico breathe and Percy suffocates him in more way than just physical.
So, overall thank you for giving me a reason to rant about this!
Oh my goodness!! These are so amazing🥺 you know what’s funny? I was roaming around Ao3 last night and found Breakable😂😂 these two are very beautiful fics, and fill me with so much joy. Thank you so much💕💕💕
Please go check these two fics out and leave some kudos and comments, I love the writing so much🥺❤️
Soft cute stuff for Eskel/Jaskier/Geralt? Maybe a cold perfect night for cuddling??
I have the fic you ordered! And a fic you didn’t order.
First, the prompt fill. Body Heat, rated E: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27140500
And when I started writing for your prompt, I somehow missed the soft/cute request and went down a totally different path, which has resulted in this in-progress fic. Breakable, rated E: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27111538/chapters/66203068
that look that Geralt has when Yennefer enters the inn and Jaskier is going “no no no” and Geralt says “I’m in” like the boy is so gone, so gone for this woman, thank you Henry for that ridiculous expression of being a disaster for someone.