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almost home

JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith
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Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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izzy's playlists!
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YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Stranger Things
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Driving Me Crazy
Xavier x Reader | SFW | words: 1k
Genre: Comfort, Comedy
You're catching up on a climactic romance K-drama episode when Xavier walks in at the worst moment. How will he react?
The quiet moments between Zayne and MC — where words fall away, and love speaks through a single touch.
LADS LIs when they're gassy in bed
straight crack, but this is an unavoidable reality of sleeping in the same bed, y'all.
Xavier: Slow-release, silent killers. You never know when he'll strike until it's assaulted your nostrils already.
Sylus: Loud, frequent, but not too smelly. It really picks up after he falls asleep, his body expelling all the excess in one stunning burst.
Zayne: Deadly. Absolutely deadly. Aside from the sweets, he's got a good, well-rounded diet, but those are the ones you have to watch out for. He does have the decency to warn you ahead of time, at least.
Caleb: Loud, stinky, and proud of it. Finds joy in creating a hotbox under the blanket where you're unfortunately tucked in with him as well. Better not release that seal, or you're in for a bad time.
Rafayel: Cute little toots that are able to create an unusually wide range of tones, rhythm, and pitch. He looked up what a flatulist is one night and got utterly taken by the idea of producing a song with his gas. Unfortunately for you, it's when you're trying to sleep that he holds his lengthy practice sessions.
Language lessons
Caleb x gn reader, Caleb x mc. This is a short little entirely wholesome memory of Caleb before he leaves for the DAA, inspired by this post. You help him with a crossword puzzle. No warnings, unless you dislike being tickled and somehow forgot that Caleb dies in chapter 4. Fluff, banter, teasing, yearning. It needs to be the 22nd so that I can get him out of my head.
three things
“oh my god, how is it already 6:50? it was 6:10 the last time i checked,” you ramble, practically shoving your left earring in.
fiddling with his cuff link, sylus chuckles unhurriedly. “that’s how time works, sweetie.”
“shut it. we’re gonna be late,” you whine, whipping around to rummage through your handbag. “we’re gonna be late, and…”
pausing your panicked search, you look around the room forlornly.
“keys,” he drawls mercifully, paying your lost expression no mind.
Bad habits die hard
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WC: 1363 k
Summary: Caleb hides that he was injured in a crash during a mission, and you get into a fight.
Author notes: Didn't proofread this, sorry :P
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You had a fight…
A big one.
The first real one since the two of you had become official. This one was different though, not just the basic nagging, teasing, or yapping the was second-nature to yours and Caleb’s relationship since before you could remember. This has shaken you.
You felt a shift, a rift, And that scared shit out of you…
You were used to Caleb being selfless. To such an extreme it really was a fault. All he has ever cared about was you. Your health, your wellbeing, your happiness. You were his whole world, and he had made that abundantly clear after your reunion, since you were the reason he had joined the fleet in the first place. To protect you.
…But what about him?
You are his whole world, but he seems to forget that he is yours. That you burn with just as much passion for him as he does for you. That you will do anything for him if it means seeing that lazy, boyish smile of his. Where those big pools of lavender stare at you so loving and longingly. You want to be the peace and solace he so cruelly lacked up until this point. And that fact makes you want to bang your head against the wall until he gets it into his thick head.
So, when the man you so deeply love, time and time again puts himself in danger without a single thought, it’s easy to see why it would upset you.
And that’s exactly what initiated the fight tonight.
Caleb got into a crash when returning from a mission in the deep space tunnel and it was no small matter either. It had been quite the show. It was bad enough to leave the spacecraft in pieces and many crew members with serious injuries, including Caleb. He had ended up with a dislocated shoulder and a nasty cut on his back. Thankfully all personnel were treated, but he hid the whole thing from you.
You had been visiting him in Skyhaven on a small vacation after completing your own mission for the association. You arrived earlier that day at his house, where he greeted you with open arms and a smile, ready to spend time with his beloved pipsqueak. You guys had gone out and spent the day around town until you returned home for him to make dinner. It was only then in his kitchen when he was moving around that you noticed something was off.
His upper back and shoulder were stiff when lifting the pots and pans to start cooking. He would grimace when stirring some food when he thought you weren't watching. But you had, of course. He might know everything about you, but you are the same for him. He would be a fool (which he is, that idiot) if he thought you couldn't tell the difference. You asked if he was okay, but in true Caleb fashion, he laughed it off and ruffled your hair to change the subject. From that moment onwards, you knew he wasn’t telling you something.
You felt the hair on the back of your neck and arms rise with irritation and a heavy pool of dread was weighing in your gut. Something happened and knowing Caleb, it was probably something big that he didn’t even bat an eye at.
From there, things spiraled.
Regardless that you were together now, Caleb still has a bad habit of keeping things from you. And that was no longer going to cut it.
You asked him and he deflected, but you kept pushing until he confessed about the crash. You were angry, but he didn’t want to burden you. Your usual cycle was repeating itself.
Why couldn’t he just see that by hiding things, he was hurting you?
You brought this fact up to him, but like usual he didn’t want you to see that side of him. You guess old habits die hard. But it still hurt because you thought you were past this…
It ended in a screaming match. You pleading your case that he needs to be open and honest with you. And his that he’s just trying to keep you safe from the fleet and other forces at play. But you raise the point that this wasn’t about that.
“ Caleb, this is about the fleet or me! This is about you! You got into a CRASH, and you didn’t tell me! You got injured and you’re playing it off like nothing happened! THAT is what is important here!”
“Pips, it’s not! I’ve been in much worse and I’m fine, see?” he responses, lifting his arm up and looking down at himself to indicate his supposed fine state of being.
You felt a lump growing in your throat and a pressure building behind your eyes as you felt the sting of tears forming on your water line.
You want to cry. Not for yourself, but for Caleb.
For the person who cares so much, but not an ounce for himself.
And at that moment, you couldn’t take it.
“…get out,” you whisper.
A look of confusion flashes across Caleb’s face as he looks at you from a few feet away.
“what?” he responds quietly.
Anger and sorrow were swirling and growing in your chest, constricting you’re heart like a vice, as images of a blood and mangled body flashed in your head. It was all starting to feel like too much. Being near him felt like too much.
“I said GET OUT! You yelled at him, looking him straight in the face.
Caleb was dumbfounded…
Shock traveled through him, rooting him to the spot as he took in what you just said. Did you really just tell him to leave? Forget from his own house, but from this situation? Away from you? A new seed of anxiety and irritation blossomed in his own chest. Confusion and hurt swept across his face as he addresses you.
“you’re kidding, right?” he questions, while you continue to look at him with indignation.
“No” you calmly reply, returning his stare with narrowed eyes.
Caleb, for a moment just looks at you. Searching for any signs that you want him to stay. But… he doesn’t see one. And that….that’s starting to tug and ripe something in him that is so deep in him, something too delicate… it almost feels unbearable.
You’re his love, his light, his sole reason to return. Why can’t you see that’s why he doesn’t tell you these things? Because he made a promise to himself a long time ago that he would always return to you. Because you are his home.
But currently, his home is shoving him out. And he’s having a hard time coping with that fact.
He sucks in a small breath to get some semblance of air into him. It does little to comfort him and feels more like a stab to the chest as he continues to look at your stone face.
After another moment of no change, he releases a scoff.
You were really playing like this, huh? …fine, he’ll play by your rules then.
“…Fine”. He replies calmly, but with clear hurt and anger in his lavender eyes. The ones you love so much that now look at you with pain and a bit of resentment.
He doesn’t say another word as he turns around, heading out of the kitchen, towards the couch to snatch his jean jacket. He turns around one last time, looking at your small figure in the kitchen, unmoved, staring back at him with that lump in your throat and ache in your chest. His brows nit together in a look of apprehension before turning around and opening the door.
He slams it shut, and you’re left alone in the kitchen.
The silence feels like a repressive weight shrouding you…
You are now left only with yourself and your thoughts now. Rehashing the events that just occurred in your head.
It’s only after minutes have passed that you let a soft strangled sob leave your mouth. The tears you have been holding back fall silent down your soft checks as you let the wave of emotion take you away. You just felt so…helpless.
He could have died…. could have left you alone in a world without him…again.
That’s something you couldn’t bear.
In the kitchen, you are left alone with your thoughts and roaring emotions.
Alone in the silence of the unknown.
Some habits truly die hard...
(This is my first ever little drabble, so please be nice. I have a pt.2 planned if that is something people want. Let me know in the comments!)
About dawnbreaker....I don't think he's a human being, I don't even think he has a body. The anecdote made it seem like he did but I think we were supposed to find out in this chapter. Dawnbreaker is not a different entity, he really is zayne, he lives inside zayne. Dawnbreaker's reality is bleak because zayne knew the experiments he conducted failed. So whenever he dreams, he imputs that guilt and sorrow to Dawnbreaker who then manifests in a horrible world full of alterum--failed experiments that haunt zayne.
And every time zayne is too tired, too angry, he lets dawnbreaker take over. That's why he tried to leave--because if he loses control again and if he's with mc during it, if he loses consciousness, he knows dawnbreak will hurt MC for having protocore syndrome. Zayne's absolutely terrified of hurting her again. But he loves us a lot. And he makes sure to point out that hurting mc would be the greatest regret of his life.
It's sad but they didn't leave on bad terms, no one is angry at one another, they're desperate, they went through an entire ordeal, zayne's nightmares, his worst fear, came to ife. MC found out she might destroy the world.. I also think something big had to happen for zayne to realize he wasn't in control at all. Not of his evol nor of himself. And he can't risk the consequences if the consequences all lead to mc. He couldn't keep being a doctor nor ignoring his nightmares and his past.
This is just a theory. I saw your posts about dawnbreaker and it got me thinking, you know??
Oh wow anon :O
I JUST REALLY WANT TO REBLOG THIS because thank you irene 😭🤍
✨️Aura✨️
Eternal Flowers
Myth + Little Red Flower text message + ⭐️⭐️⭐️ memory Taking Control
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Credits artist @Shevonne
PLEASE HELP!!! Do we have to wait for the Phase 2 to open or do we need to do something in the game to unlock it? 🤷♀️
Seen a new side of MC 🤣
when you forget to check in with your bf before a date at the claw machines
“The girls in the tribe have unique braids. I should give you one.”
Follow
"Lee, do you think I'll get to have a vacation?"
"Commandant still has pending paperwork on their desk." The calculative construct said, gazing into the ruins of the city. The air was dry and pungent of the smell of rust and corpses. Mosses growing on the surfaces of the abandoned buildings looked dull and gray from the dark clouds blanketing above them. The Commandant snickered at the straight reply of Lee before letting out a deep sigh and falling into a contemplative silence.
"Lee..."
"Commandant, please refrain from talking. We're on a mission."
The Commandant laughed with mirth, easing the guard of Lee, "Come on! Just humor me for a moment, okay?"
"... Fine."
"Lee."
"What is it, Commandant?"
"I'm worried about my pension..."
"Commandant, please stop talking now."
"I'm serious!" They giggled, "I am worried about it! I assumed it would be quite big, and I think they'll take some of it."
"I doubt it. You gave Babylonia your best services and are humanity's hope."
"... Haha, maybe."
The surroundings were peaceful again, with the wind carrying the sounds of mournful spirits and the anguish of the living. Lee's Inver Device rang, but he chose to ignore it, giving his undivided attention to his Commandant.
"Lee," Commandant called once more.
"Yes, Commandant."
"Let's go, they're calling us now."
"Understood." Lee stepped forward, walking into the Red Tide where the Commandant was.