𝑨𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑯‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆’𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆…
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆,
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣,
𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅.
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆’𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆…
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆,
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣,
𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅.
Pinned
aerith sank into him before her mind could argue. before fear could clamp its thorns around her ribs. just for now.
just for now, she could be held. something in her, long-bruised and long-starved, answered him with surrender. her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.
just for now, she could be held. something in her, long-bruised and long-starved, answered him with surrender. her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.
back between her shoulder blades. The fingers of his other hand threaded through the hair at the base of her neck. He rested his forehead against the crown her hair and let his own eyes close.
“Alright, Florecita. I’ve got you. For now.”
“Alright, Florecita. I’ve got you. For now.”
November 24, 2025 at 11:57 PM
aerith sank into him before her mind could argue. before fear could clamp its thorns around her ribs. just for now.
just for now, she could be held. something in her, long-bruised and long-starved, answered him with surrender. her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.
just for now, she could be held. something in her, long-bruised and long-starved, answered him with surrender. her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.
November 24, 2025 at 8:46 PM
she watches her younger sister with a concerned glint in her verdant gaze.
“hey. you okay?”
“hey. you okay?”
November 24, 2025 at 8:44 PM
she watches her younger sister with a concerned glint in her verdant gaze.
“hey. you okay?”
“hey. you okay?”
it felt like wall market itself had paused so she could relish in the warmth of his hands, the roughness of his thumbs, and the impossible gentleness in the way he held her chin.
just for now.
it was devastating. it was hope. it was cruelty. it was light in the darkness.
just for now.
it was devastating. it was hope. it was cruelty. it was light in the darkness.
Just let me see you for who you are. Just for now.”
November 24, 2025 at 8:24 PM
it felt like wall market itself had paused so she could relish in the warmth of his hands, the roughness of his thumbs, and the impossible gentleness in the way he held her chin.
just for now.
it was devastating. it was hope. it was cruelty. it was light in the darkness.
just for now.
it was devastating. it was hope. it was cruelty. it was light in the darkness.
she met his gaze. brown and green, colors of the planet, holding each other for one suspended, fragile moment that was only for them. she felt herself sway toward him. just enough that she almost let herself lean into the warmth he offered.
November 24, 2025 at 6:43 PM
she met his gaze. brown and green, colors of the planet, holding each other for one suspended, fragile moment that was only for them. she felt herself sway toward him. just enough that she almost let herself lean into the warmth he offered.
“oh! sorry!! i- i thought you were a spider!!! you said ‘skibidi’ and, well, that sounds like spider language to me!”
she’s clutching the chair like a shield now.
“…are you, um… not a spider?”
she’s clutching the chair like a shield now.
“…are you, um… not a spider?”
November 24, 2025 at 6:12 PM
“oh! sorry!! i- i thought you were a spider!!! you said ‘skibidi’ and, well, that sounds like spider language to me!”
she’s clutching the chair like a shield now.
“…are you, um… not a spider?”
she’s clutching the chair like a shield now.
“…are you, um… not a spider?”
“hold on- wait. you can make your own? homemade eggnog??”
November 24, 2025 at 6:07 PM
“hold on- wait. you can make your own? homemade eggnog??”
she crouched to gather the flowers she dropped.
“that’s… a lot to carry. why does it happen? were you… born that way?”
she dusted off a little flower, then held it up between them.
“that’s… a lot to carry. why does it happen? were you… born that way?”
she dusted off a little flower, then held it up between them.
“It’s fine… just letting you know so you don’t die or anything… though it only affects if it’s skin contact, so I don’t believe my halo would count. I could be wrong though, who knows. And yes, it affects anything living that touches me, plants, animals, humans, devils”
November 24, 2025 at 6:00 PM
she crouched to gather the flowers she dropped.
“that’s… a lot to carry. why does it happen? were you… born that way?”
she dusted off a little flower, then held it up between them.
“that’s… a lot to carry. why does it happen? were you… born that way?”
she dusted off a little flower, then held it up between them.
aerith tilted her head and tapped a fingertip against her chin.
“hmm… me? problems with a mako reactor?” she echoed innocently.
𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘢?
she smiled sweetly.
“nope! none at all. but thank you for the concern… mister…?”
“hmm… me? problems with a mako reactor?” she echoed innocently.
𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘢?
she smiled sweetly.
“nope! none at all. but thank you for the concern… mister…?”
November 24, 2025 at 5:51 PM
aerith tilted her head and tapped a fingertip against her chin.
“hmm… me? problems with a mako reactor?” she echoed innocently.
𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘢?
she smiled sweetly.
“nope! none at all. but thank you for the concern… mister…?”
“hmm… me? problems with a mako reactor?” she echoed innocently.
𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘢?
she smiled sweetly.
“nope! none at all. but thank you for the concern… mister…?”
aerith’s whole face lit up!
“see? this is why we’re sisters,” she scooted closer to bump her shoulder against tamara’s. “you always think of everyone.”
she helped her sister gather a handful of ribbons and twine, already separating flowers into little piles.
“see? this is why we’re sisters,” she scooted closer to bump her shoulder against tamara’s. “you always think of everyone.”
she helped her sister gather a handful of ribbons and twine, already separating flowers into little piles.
"Hm...how about this; we make a batch with all three themes. That way, there's something for everyone! Especially if we stay near the theater. Sounds like a plan?"
November 24, 2025 at 5:46 PM
aerith’s whole face lit up!
“see? this is why we’re sisters,” she scooted closer to bump her shoulder against tamara’s. “you always think of everyone.”
she helped her sister gather a handful of ribbons and twine, already separating flowers into little piles.
“see? this is why we’re sisters,” she scooted closer to bump her shoulder against tamara’s. “you always think of everyone.”
she helped her sister gather a handful of ribbons and twine, already separating flowers into little piles.
a delighted gasp escaped her! two enthusiastic thumbs-up with a bright, sunny grin!
“oh wow! look at you! you look perfect. the most stylish gunslinger to ever stroll down loveless street!”
she leaned in conspiratorially, offering him a challenge.
“buuut… a good look needs good moves to match.”
“oh wow! look at you! you look perfect. the most stylish gunslinger to ever stroll down loveless street!”
she leaned in conspiratorially, offering him a challenge.
“buuut… a good look needs good moves to match.”
November 24, 2025 at 5:41 PM
a delighted gasp escaped her! two enthusiastic thumbs-up with a bright, sunny grin!
“oh wow! look at you! you look perfect. the most stylish gunslinger to ever stroll down loveless street!”
she leaned in conspiratorially, offering him a challenge.
“buuut… a good look needs good moves to match.”
“oh wow! look at you! you look perfect. the most stylish gunslinger to ever stroll down loveless street!”
she leaned in conspiratorially, offering him a challenge.
“buuut… a good look needs good moves to match.”
November 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Reposted by 𝑨𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑯‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
//guys, it's almost 2026. Can we just
1) if we misunderstand something, dm the person to get it cleared up
2) let people write smut if they want
3) respect people's time
4) not be creeps to people
5) respect boundaries
It's not hard. Let us survive the rest of the year with no drama
1) if we misunderstand something, dm the person to get it cleared up
2) let people write smut if they want
3) respect people's time
4) not be creeps to people
5) respect boundaries
It's not hard. Let us survive the rest of the year with no drama
November 24, 2025 at 7:47 AM
//guys, it's almost 2026. Can we just
1) if we misunderstand something, dm the person to get it cleared up
2) let people write smut if they want
3) respect people's time
4) not be creeps to people
5) respect boundaries
It's not hard. Let us survive the rest of the year with no drama
1) if we misunderstand something, dm the person to get it cleared up
2) let people write smut if they want
3) respect people's time
4) not be creeps to people
5) respect boundaries
It's not hard. Let us survive the rest of the year with no drama
she turned her face aside, giving him the mercy of not being stared at while he fell apart.
“i’m sorry,” she breathed.
those gentle hands that had held flowers, the planet itself, balled into white knuckled fists to mirror him.
“i’m sorry,” she breathed.
those gentle hands that had held flowers, the planet itself, balled into white knuckled fists to mirror him.
his volume.
“I’m not protecting you, fool,” he whispered.
But he couldn’t seem to get anything else to come out of his mouth after that. Nothing but the sound of frustration behind clenched teeth.
“I’m not protecting you, fool,” he whispered.
But he couldn’t seem to get anything else to come out of his mouth after that. Nothing but the sound of frustration behind clenched teeth.
November 24, 2025 at 4:27 PM
she turned her face aside, giving him the mercy of not being stared at while he fell apart.
“i’m sorry,” she breathed.
those gentle hands that had held flowers, the planet itself, balled into white knuckled fists to mirror him.
“i’m sorry,” she breathed.
those gentle hands that had held flowers, the planet itself, balled into white knuckled fists to mirror him.
his anger didn’t scare her. his pain didn’t scare her. what scared her, was how much he believed every word he was saying. she looked down at the ground.
“you’re right. i have seen monsters.”
her eyes lifted to him.
“you’re right. i have seen monsters.”
her eyes lifted to him.
November 24, 2025 at 3:19 PM
his anger didn’t scare her. his pain didn’t scare her. what scared her, was how much he believed every word he was saying. she looked down at the ground.
“you’re right. i have seen monsters.”
her eyes lifted to him.
“you’re right. i have seen monsters.”
her eyes lifted to him.
her breath was trapped somewhere between her ribs and her heart. for a long moment, she simply looked at him, at their joined hands. the way his fingers held hers, like she might bruise or vanish if he wasn’t careful enough.
you’ll see the real me. And, trust me, you don’t want that.”
November 24, 2025 at 2:31 PM
her breath was trapped somewhere between her ribs and her heart. for a long moment, she simply looked at him, at their joined hands. the way his fingers held hers, like she might bruise or vanish if he wasn’t careful enough.
for one dizzy second she wasn’t sure if the heat blooming in her chest was embarrassment or something… sweeter. something fluttering. her cheeks flushed pink, and she gave him a tiny nod.
“i… i love it. thank you.”
“i… i love it. thank you.”
November 24, 2025 at 2:03 AM
for one dizzy second she wasn’t sure if the heat blooming in her chest was embarrassment or something… sweeter. something fluttering. her cheeks flushed pink, and she gave him a tiny nod.
“i… i love it. thank you.”
“i… i love it. thank you.”
she just… stared at him. really stared.
she was seeing past the grin he’d put back on, past the sunglasses, past every clever line. she heard every word he didn’t say. and she laughed. it wasn’t the usual light giggle. it was warm, completely carefree and unguarded.
she was seeing past the grin he’d put back on, past the sunglasses, past every clever line. she heard every word he didn’t say. and she laughed. it wasn’t the usual light giggle. it was warm, completely carefree and unguarded.
When he looked into her emerald eyes, he knew she’d seen the horrors of man just as he had. So he kept his tone low and casual, and a grin on his face.
“I’m not pretending, Florecita. I’m probably about as ok as you are.”
Their bowls clinked together. He slurped another long line of noodles.
“I’m not pretending, Florecita. I’m probably about as ok as you are.”
Their bowls clinked together. He slurped another long line of noodles.
November 24, 2025 at 12:23 AM
she just… stared at him. really stared.
she was seeing past the grin he’d put back on, past the sunglasses, past every clever line. she heard every word he didn’t say. and she laughed. it wasn’t the usual light giggle. it was warm, completely carefree and unguarded.
she was seeing past the grin he’d put back on, past the sunglasses, past every clever line. she heard every word he didn’t say. and she laughed. it wasn’t the usual light giggle. it was warm, completely carefree and unguarded.
[ wearing a literal eggnog mustache. ]
nope! definitely not. nothing to see here!
nope! definitely not. nothing to see here!
November 23, 2025 at 8:03 PM
[ wearing a literal eggnog mustache. ]
nope! definitely not. nothing to see here!
nope! definitely not. nothing to see here!
