#hiraeth

[sleepyeule]

[shandzii]

them but,, roblox drip 🥴

Lyner belongs to @sleepyeule

[sleepykas]

Literally and figuratively

[s3cr3t-l0cat10n]

i really like like this little guy

@sleepyeule your characters mean a lot to me through the ages :3

[petaltexturedskies]

Hiraeth (n.) — a homesickness, a deep, often bittersweet longing for a place your soul remembers. A home that may not exist in this lifetime but lives in your bones, in the wind, in the spaces that make you feel whole. The nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. It carries a soul-deep ache for belonging, for a place or a time where you felt whole. An ancestral, spiritual-a yearning for something that may never return, but lives inside you still.

[seijorhi]

a stupid, fun little beta-verse drabble. set pre lamb to slaughter and not necessarily canon, it made me laugh

i'm sick. SUFFERING!!! you can't be this cruel and heartless.

The vein at his temple throbs, his jaw grinding. Under normal circumstances, it'd earn an eye roll at best, but weeks without his beta has chafed at what limited patience he has.

Irritation rolls off him like a thick miasma, which is why the team's given him a wide berth all day. He's nothing less than professional. Admittedly, he might be venting his frustration through incessant drills, but if they're complaining, they don't dare it in his hearing.

"Can I ask ya somethin'?"

Shoving the offending phone back in his pocket, Iwa stares dead on at Miya Atsumu, a voice in the back of his head – the one that that now sounds like his mate – reminding him that the idiot in front of him isn't the source of his frustration.

"If you make it quick. Five minutes 'til you're back on the court."

A smart man would take it for the warning it is. Atsumu plunges on, unfazed. "You've got a beta for a mate, right?"

Iwa goes preternaturally still, hackles raised.

"… I do," he grits out, more teeth than anything else. Alpha or not, national setter or not, if he says one fucking word about her, he'll drag him outside without a second thought. Most people either don't care or know better; if there's one thing that'll push him over the edge, it's disrespect to his mate.

There's something oddly serious in his expression as he hesitates for a split second and then leans in close, lowering his voice. "So there's four of you, an' one of her, how do you not bre–"

"Laps," Iwa growls. "Fifty. Start running."

Atsumu rears back, jaw dropping in sheer disbelief. "But I jus–"

"Now."

He waits until the muttering alpha's hauling ass around the court before he fishes his phone back out and starts typing.

Makki can stay and play nursemaid if you need it that bad. She's flying tomorrow or it's your ass I'm kicking.

[rosemaryprosser]

Old Roots

a distant echo; another life

taken at my family farm, Genffordd (2017)