Recently gifted myself a sub to Amy's Patreon for my birthday and absolutely binged every single thing I could like the complete menace I am. Which motivated me to FINALLY work on/"complete" some of my playlists (Seven and G) for my oc Katiah from one of my favorite IF's @infamous-if if you haven't read it, I highly suggest doing so. Amy's writing and characterizations are immaculate. First up Seven, because of course. I am an angst simp.
This playlist will probably be longer than the others since they have an actual history. My music knowledge and tastes are wide and encompassing so there's not particular genre. Also, I'm much older than the normal demographic so my tastes are not for everyone. As always with my playlists they will be LONG and continually grow as time goes on.
G's playlist was interesting for me to try to figure out since I head canon their relationship as starting out a purely physical, drama filled mess and then into something more (without either one of them intending it to be).
I plan on doing the rest of the RO's eventually, just takes time figuring out a vibe and Seven and G are my mains. Anyway, that's it! Go read INFAMOUS! <3
Took part in an art giveaway hosted by @simplymeghana and won! My goodies came in today and wanted to show them. Meghana, once again thank you for doing such a kind thing. It really brightened my day, especially considering all that is going on in the fandom as of late. Their art is so lovely, give them a follow if you haven't <3
Made my own little contribution to our fight to get our Little Wolf back. Took the money I would use towards the game to adopt a Wolf through Wolf Conservation Center which was recommended in this post.
With all that said, meet Ember. <3 Love him already.
Keep fighting the good fight! We'll get our boy back and if you can, I encourage others to donate or adopt. Let's spin this into something beautiful and give back.
you dream of gentle amber eyes and your hand gliding through soft, burgundy hair.
you dream of a crooked grin, the sharpest canines peeking from parted lips. you dream of your finger being playfully caught between them, bitten just enough to make you laugh, but never enough to hurt.
you never pull away, either. you enjoy the teasing far too much.
you dream of strong arms wrapped around you holding you tight enough to never let go. you dream of an earthy scent—rain-soaked soil, crushed leaves, cedar—that anchors you, keeping you grounded, chasing away your anxieties.
and for the first time in months, a sense of safety wraps around you, like a long-lost friend.
you dream of distant laughter, low and resonant, yet impossibly soft.
every time you hear it, you turn toward the sound, desperate to find its source, but it always comes from somewhere beyond your reach, never able to tell where it originates,
still, a wave of quiet comfort washes over your soul, keeping you from being swept into a sea of endless nothingness.
you dream of sitting beside someone atop a sturdy branch, overlooking a sprawling forest ablaze with shifting red, gold, and amber leaves.
you feel an arm slip above your shoulder, and loose strands of that familiar shade of burgundy brush against your cheek.
you dream of a full moon hanging low in the night sky, silver light spilling across a picnic blanket as you lie in peaceful silence.
you dream of laughing until your chest aches over the dumbest joke, over relentless teasing that somehow never grows old. you laugh when he almost stumbles over a fallen tree branch, and you bury your face in your sleeve to hide your grin when he exaggerates your voice, perfectly mimicking your little habits with infuriating accuracy.
you dream of almost kissing him beneath a canopy of stars, each one a distant flame burning across countless light years, yet somehow bearing silent witness to this fleeting moment. the thumb that brushes gently beneath your chin, guiding your gaze upward until you’re looking into that delicate shade of yellow again.
the same eyes you find every night are the same eyes you mourn every morning.
your dreams always end there...at the very moment he’s finally about to kiss you.
at the very moment you’re sure he’s about to say the three words that would change everything.
i...
you dream, you dream, and you dream.
but everything always slips away, leaving you grasping at shadows.
every morning those visages dissolve with the dawn. full conversations shared beside someone whose face slips through your fingers, gone before you can hold onto a single word. the lingering warmth against your clavicle feels less like memory and more like the ghost of a touch that never happened.
there’s a hollow ache in your chest that never quite fills. not a single day passes without you stopping in the middle of the street, your breath catching as golden eyes flicker in your mind’s eyes.
before you realize it, a tear traces its way down your cheek for someone you can’t name.
yet every night, you dream of those amber eyes, as if they’re the only thing left to find.
and every morning, you awaken to a reality where they do not exist.
and you know, deep down, they never will.
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a/n: how many times have i cried over valko today? more than i’d like to admit.
