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dw i ain't 4get bout u

#monstyrious #ans.#morguey's house of horror.

anonymous. if you were a pen what kind of pen would you be

" ' what kind of pen would i be ? ' what kind of bogus question is that ?? seriously, what other kind of pen is there — one that doesn't write ? "

there's a pause, glancing down to see clive tapping his leg with a very specific pen.

" ... actually, it's this one. "

#ANS.#INT.#i love love love that hes canonically got a goofy looking pen of himself

she stands there with her arms crossed against her chest as the question hangs heavy in the air. you could cut the tension like a knife. a beat passes, and addison can't manage to stifle the sharp, humorless laugh that passes from painted lips. he can't be serious. " do i want to talk about ... do you want to talk about loyalty, mark? because i'm not exactly the only one here with a spotty track record. "

@ofbleedingpages : you wanna talk about loyalty? (from mark!)

#ofbleedingpages #GODDDDD SAVE ME MADDISON #MADDISON SAVE ME ......#ans.

Himeko remembers when Dan Heng first came back in the form of the Imbibitor Lunae. The hesitation, the anxiety that washed over as he stood before her before awaiting her reaction. Fear in the face of how she would view him now. And just so Himeko remember the smile the curled her lips. How she welcomed him home without hesitation.

How in the next time she spoke words genuine from her heart as she twirled the strands of coral that echoed her own.

"You are ever the child she, that I....wished to have." "I am ever blessed to see you as....mine."

Years have past since then and Dan Heng has grown time and time again whilst she remained in place. Bound by stagnation for the sake of pushing him further. They do not stand within the same place anymore and that is okay. Time to leave the Arcadia is apporaching and its what drives her to ask to meet here.

How times change when it is her experience this position.

Waves of coral weaves into indigo at her back, each strand twinkling with stars as the Emanator await, water lapping at her ankles. When she hears the steps the Trailblaze gloved fingers clutch around the precious collection of pearls.

"Thank you for being born," Himeko begins. His steps grow closer. "-for living past your hardships," If she didn't know any better his pace increasing. She doesn't dare to consider it. "-for growing so that now I must look upwards to you."

When he's close enough Himeko can wade in the tides of uncertainty anylonger. The Emanator of the Trailblaze turns and her gift is presented.

"My pride of you eclipses the very stars. " A constellation drawn and crafted by Himeko's hands. The the first born by this power, to the first she ever considered family. Her Son. "But Those made by my hand will suffice in showing you that right? My love, my pride."

"My hope."

A star studed jade orbits her wrist, it's constellations formerly twinkling gold shimmer with life bestowed by the cosmic sea. The sea that now bows to the 'maid smiling weakly, tears twinkling like the stars adorned in her eyes, light unyeilding.

"Happy Birthday my Nameless, my Trailblazer Dan Heng. Thank you for giving me the honour...to be your very foolish mother."

@chasersglow.

since arriving on the express, he has experienced so many things that were antithetical to the vidyadhara way, specifically the way the imbibitor lunae was typically raised. the proud draconic race had no family to speak of, and the closest they could come to familial piety was to their mentor, who would in turn become their student hundreds and hundreds of years down the line. so there had been a fear upon realising his own mentor would not follow the same protocol, and that at any moment himeko might be subject to the end of their journey. she had come to close in the last battle, dan heng still found himself reeling from the thought.

there were clouds that obscured the view of the night, though the stars painted onto the world of canvas shone valiantly through. the viewpoint was beautiful, a long clear shoreline so like the faint memories himeko had talked about before, that he could finally cast his gaze upon what he had only imagined - the real thing was incomparable, beauty in every brushstroke, living art, himeko’s paintbrush illuminating them with the conjured dash of light. a dragon. it’s spine moving amidst the celestial sea. dan heng found it impossible to look away from the marvelous sight, until the voice of his navigator drew him closer and closer still.

‘ himeko … ’

dan heng strode forward to envelop her wrist, pure joy and affection in is expression as he led her further and further into the open water. emanators of sea and sky, his footfalls landed atop the water’s surface, his magic extending, enveloping himeko too, so that as long as they were connected they could both walk amidst the reflection of the stars. they could stand beneath her conjured light, dan heng’s other hand rising, cloudhymn brushing away the mists obscuring the moon until that beautiful canvas was crystaline. his hand in hers brushed against the protection charm at her wrist, a similar pride welling in his chest.

‘ i am the culmination of every imbibitor lunae before me, billions of years spent wishing to see the stars - now i have one of my own, and you to thank - ’

dan heng leaned down, pressing his forehead to the top of hers, a vidyadhara greeting for loved ones. for family.

‘ - for this life. for this chance at happiness. i have had no greater honour, than becoming your son. ’

birthday asks !

#chasersglow #ans.#scheduled.#crying :')

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

sierra six is not a man built for gentleness. when you want a machine to obey , you tend to strip it of its capacity to feel , to love , to want. & sierra six was nothing if not an efficient machine for so long that he'd forgotten how to be anything else. being courtland gentry was something that was foreign now ; he'd believed that his training had fully culled everything that was courtland , everything that was human. because once upon a time , he'd been human.

but this , this was different. civilian life was much more difficult than he'd imagined , not to mention the teenager thrown into the mix. courtland isn't soft , doesn't know how to be the parent she needs. underneath it all , he's terrified. killing is easy , taking orders doesn't require him to think.

but this is easy , too , he thinks , watching the corners of his mouth curl up in a shy smile. sierra six was not a man than wanted , but courtland ... courtland wanted. he wanted to lean over & kiss the curve of his smile , wanted to peel back the layers on both of them. wanting is a strange , foreign beast that sits behind his ribcage , gnawing on the bones of him.

he moves slowly at first , a hand on the side of his neck , a thumb brushing his jaw. courtland waits to see if he's misread something , if he'll be pushed away. but he's not , & when he leans in , when courtland actually kisses him , it sparks something like a wildfire in his bones. but he lingers sweetly for only a moment , leaning back before diving back in. this is entirely selfish , both hands pulling the other man closer by the waist , gripping tightly , lingering until he's breathless.

❛ you ... have no idea what you're doing to me. ❜

it's laden with a silent plea : let me show you.

#oughghghhg courtland the YEARNER of all time oh my god....#stingerdrove #ans.#if this doesnt make sense i am Slightly ill rn