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The Panera bread wanter
that's a cat ✅️
Apollo 17 vs Artemis II
Despite everything, it's still you.
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That's really cool actually
They got new photos of the moon,
I knew she had colors hiding in there 🥹
Correction to the link sourced by OP! The Artemis II team did not take these photographs. These were shot by a Ukrainian student named Ildar Ibatullin sometime in the last year or so. Furthermore, the Moon does not have these actual colors in reality; Ildar does a lot of post processing and compositing to saturate the colors in order to artistically represent the mineral composition of the lunar surface.
If you would like to see photos taken by the astronauts aboard Artemis II (and more!), here is the repository that NASA is keeping.
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LaDs Short:
A hermit shell of blankets
Pairing: Rafayel x reader
Content: fluff, little kisses, cuddles, and laughter, a sprinkle of angst
Word count: ~800
Author’s note: based on this request
This was nice to write and I excuse myself in advance for the angsty start 🫣
Proof read again by the comma queen herself @dat-silvers-girl 🩷
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“Sha-la-la-la-la-la my, oh, my. Look like the boy too shy, he ain’t gonna kiss the girl. Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain’t that sad? Ain’t it a shame? Too bad, you gonna miss the girl.”
Rafayel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes fixed on you. The way your hips swayed as you tidied your room, hair done up messily and your (his) shirt practically falling off your shoulders. Your back was turned to him but that didn’t stop him from hearing your little giggles as you clumsily danced to the music.
He couldn’t help but grin, fighting the urge to interrupt your peaceful moment. You looked so beautiful, ethereal, glowing against the mundanity of it all. His hands itched for his paintbrush, though he knew he would never be able to truly capture the sight before him, or the way it ignited his heart like the flames that danced across his fingertips.
“Boy, you better do it soon. No time will be better.”
Crossing the room in a few swift strides, Rafayel brought his hands up to rest against your hips, turning you to face him. He pulled you tightly against him, warm breath fanning across your cheeks.
“Raf, what are you doing?” you giggled, grinning brightly.
His gaze was hooded as it flickered between your eyes and your lips. This was why it was all worth it. The small, simple pleasures of life with you, that quiet rhythm, that haven all your own. It was all worth it, because now he had the honor of coming home to you. It was all his.
“Kissing the girl,” he murmured before his soft, warm lips pressed against your own.
You pulled away slowly, tilting your head. “What was that for?”
Rafayel cocked a brow, smug smirk tugging at his lips. “Can’t I kiss my beloved bride?”
You chuckled, shaking your head softly. Rafayel pulled away just slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist and intertwining his other hand with your own. “Dance with me?”
You laid your head on his chest, letting him lead you both into the rhythm of the song. You swayed together, the warmth of him seeping into you. HIs chest rumbled under your head as he softly hummed to the music.
“Don’t try to hide it, how you wanna kiss the girl.”
He glanced down at you, pressing a soft kiss against your hairline. “This is right where you belong,” he whispered. “In my arms, our hearts beating to the same rhythm.” His breath caught, freeing his hand to tilt your chin up. His fingertips were soft, almost featherlight as they cradled your jawline, breath slow against your lips. “Just let me kiss the girl.”
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you know what type of angst that i really love for the lads boys?
non-mc!fem!reader thinking that it's practically written in the stars that he (your specific lads boy) is meant to be with mc. it's the way that you perceive how he seems to gravitate towards her, as if there's an invisible pull controlling him, or that he's attached to mc with a string that you can't see—the red string of fate.
unknown to you, that's just your perception.
it's not the same for him.
sure, he treats mc as someone close, as family, as a sister.
but in his heart, there's only you. his mind is filled with you. every breath he inhales, every step he takes, his future, he builds it around you. the longing he has deep inside his chest is for you. he can't imagine having anyone else by his side—it has to be you.
he wants to date you, wants to marry you, wants to fucking grow old with you.
there's only ever been you.
you, you, you.
maybe he doesn't see it at first—how you think that he's meant to be with mc—but when he does? when he catches a glimpse that you reciprocate even an ounce of his feelings back? that your avoidance was due to this? it's all cards on deck.
he's relentlessly pursuing you, and if you push back because you still think that no, this isn't right, he's meant to be with mc... then you're in for a ride. for more chasing. for more courting. for more longing, deep yearning coming from him that you're forced to see that all he has ever wanted and needed is you. get it through your head.
it has always been you.
silly girl, why would he want mc when you're there?
there wasn't an "mc or you?" there weren't options.
it has always been you.
so quit pretending that you don't see how he'd defy fate and destiny themselves just to be able to have you, to hold you in his arms.
let him love you, let him cherish you, let him be yours.
and soon, you know that you do.
hehe, hiii, this is me coping from all the angst fics where lads boys are conflicted between mc and non-mc!reader
GLASS BETWEEN US | III
Pairing: Merman Rafayel x Scientist Reader
wc: 4,508
chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5 || chapter 6 || chapter 7 || chapter 8
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The tank exhaled a low, final hiss, followed by the heavy groan of retracting glass. Condensation poured outward in sheets, flooding the floor with a dense mist that caught the red emergency lights and fractured them into ghostly patterns. The air smelled of brine, steel, and something deeper—like the electric hush before a storm.
He hadn't moved yet.
Rafayel remained near the back of the chamber, partially submerged, framed in swirling light and vapor. His body rested in a coil, serpentine tail gathered beneath him in slow, shifting loops. Unlike the dull, utilitarian tones of the lab, he radiated color.
Starlit cobalt shimmered across his long, muscular tail, the fin trailing behind like a banner woven from moonlight and glass. Thin, transparent layers fanned out from the base and tips of his tail, edged in silver that refracted light with every breath he took. The fin was enormous—wide and translucent, nearly iridescent in motion—like the wings of a deep-sea butterfly.
GLASS BETWEEN US | II Pairing: Merman Rafayel x Scientist Reader
author note: tyy for all the love and support on the previous one! ive decided to write a second part to this! maybe a third part? who know :)))) anywho pls enjoy!!!
wc: 4,057
chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5 || chapter 6 || chapter 7 || chapter 8
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Dr. Havers was already waiting when your shift ended.
He stood just beyond the junction outside Lab C, posture rigid, arms folded tightly across his chest. The dim security lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting bluish reflections across the glass walls of the corridor. You recognized the look on his face before he spoke—not disciplinary, not furious—but exact. Measured. Like the outcome was already decided and the only remaining task was to deliver the verdict.
“Walk with me,” he said.
You nodded, once. Your hand tightened slightly around the edge of your tablet, knuckles pale under the harsh fluorescents. Then you fell in beside him.
The two of you moved through the east hall without speaking. The air was too cold, dry from over-filtration. Every footstep echoed with sterile finality against the polished epoxy flooring. On your left, the wall-length display of Lab C showed only system diagnostics now—no live feed. The camera feed had been blacked out. You knew what that meant, and your stomach turned with quiet dread.
GLASS BETWEEN US Pairing: Merman Rafayel x Scientist Reader
author note: ive been into love and deepspace recently, so here ya go hehe
wc: 4,870
chapter 1 || chapter 2 l| chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5 || chapter 6 || chapter 7 || chapter 8
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You took the job because you needed a way out.
It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t even particularly well-paid. But the offer came with minimal paperwork, restricted clearance, and one very clear instruction: ask no questions.
So you accepted.
The facility was the kind of place not listed on maps. Remote, underground, and heavily secured. It didn’t exist according to the public record, and yet it buzzed with life. Researchers , guards, engineers, and medics. They all moved with the quiet, tense urgency of people doing work that couldn’t be acknowledged outside these walls.
Your first day was a blur of orientation. Non-disclosure clauses, retinal scans, and procedural briefings stacked with redacted pages. You caught glimpses of terms like “specimen,” “cognitive divergence,” “aquatic containment.”
Heya! I dunno if you're open to writing short blurbs for each LADS character for one prompt, but here it is nonetheless do with it what you want 😅 I just had to throw the idea out there
The LADS men when reader actually asks them to kill somebody for her... when she point blank gives a name and is like "this bastard fucked me over," how will they react when they realize she is letting them handle it for her?
XAVIER
You think he's going to say no. He's a hunter after all. He kills Wanderers, not people. But, Xavier already knows his answer, without hesitation. He would definitely kill someone for you. In fact, he has—many times. They were people he once considered friends and teammates, but once they crossed the line and dared to threaten you, they were obstacles he had to cut down.
ZAYNE
Yeah, no. Hippocratic oath and all that. Of all the love interests, Zayne is probably the most well adjusted and normal one who would be confused as to why you'd approach him to kill someone. It'd probably eat away at him though. He wants to do whatever he can to help you, but to ask him to kill someone? He doesn't think he could ever cross that line.
RAFAYEL
Rafayel acts like it's ridiculous. Are you kidding? He's just a humble artist. But then a week later, whoever fucked you over is mysteriously found dead with one of his paintings in their house. He brushes it off like it's a weird coincidence, but you both know it's not. He would never let anyone get away with hurting his bride.
SYLUS
Sounds like another Tuesday for him. He would probably ask exactly how you'd like it done. He wants to hear every twisted little detail you have in mind. He loves to hear you rant about how much you want them to suffer.
CALEB
He's very observant. In fact, he probably knows who fucked you over and was planning on taking care of it before you even asked. Just like how he took care of bullies when the two of you were younger. But, of course he'll take care of them for you. It means you still need him. As long as it keeps your hands clean, he'll bear the burden of it happily.
It’s making your skin prickle. This event. Dinner. Banquet.
It’s not really your scene, this fancy networking stuff, but you came as Rafayel’s plus one anyway, because he’s gone and pout—
“Pleaseee, cutie? You’re my bodyguard, right? What if someone tries to snatch me away? I need to be protected!”
Another thing that makes your bone feel like lead and your eye twitch if you’re not mindful of your expressions enough, is the presence of a green-eyed monster in the pit of your stomach—
Other people approaching Rafayel, whatever their intentions are, but they all came onto him holding conversations with a lilt in their voice and laughing a little too loudly. Some even dares to land their hands on Rafayel’s arm.
Jealousy.
ଳ random rafayel headcanons ଳ
• i feel like he’s lowkey gotta be lactose intolerant idk yall it’s just something about him that makes me feel like he’d get bubble guts
• rafayel is 100% a blanket thief. you’d wake up in the middle of the night freezing cause there’s nothing covering you & you turn to the side to see him wrapped up like he’s in a cocoon. he won’t let you unwrap him either
• he has pretty low screentime since he’s usually busy with painting, hanging out at the beach, etc, but he will sometimes have days where he accidentally spends 14 consecutive hours on tiktok
• i don’t think he would play video games on his own usually, but if you introduced him to the sims, he would be hooked, especially if you played together! he would make simselves of the two of you & yall would get married n stuff but then he’d also trap people in his basement & watch them starve or do the classic pool murder thing…his intrusive thoughts would win 😭
Would like to request comfy relaxing dates (or just everyday life) for the lads 🖤 either like date idea thingies or little drabbles if you want 😊 just something for a slow day where you don't feel like doing much, just enjoying each other's presence ✨✨✨
Thank you ✨ ✨
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i need all of these. also, i'm sorry if "baking" isn't considered a relaxing activity, but i like to bake when i want to release some stress and fill my lungs with the sweet scent of vanilla extract 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 anyway, thanks for the request! ♡♡♡
hii i hope your week has been going well <3
this is such a random ask, but i haven’t been sleeping well so what would the lads guys do about us texting them about not being able to sleep ><
𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 (𝘶𝘴) 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 | (pre-relationship) LADS + when you can't sleep
warnings: fluff, angst (caleb), spoilers for the main story!, unprecedented levels of pining from all sides
.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier