Day 128: Bunny

BUT!!!!! ITS OKAY BCS **IM** THE ONE DOING IT!!! IM THE ONLY VALID SHINNIE!!!

everything i needed to see in life in just one fanart

Seven Deadly Sins

Original

so cute!!!!

tender-hearted / albedo there is so much to tell, so much to say.

pairing. albedo / gn! reader genre. fluff, museum au (?) word count. 504

note. a late birthday drabble for albedo, but is it really late when albedo day is every day? it’s been a long time since i last wrote and this may be a bit all over the place, but i cannot not write for the love of my life. (p.s. thank you mint for beta-ing this short piece!)

The pure, unadulterated warmth playing beneath your eyes is what distracts him. It isn’t his first time here, nor his second, nor third, nor sixth, nor twelfth—he had already lost count on how many of his days have been spent within the four corners of this room.

It is, however, yours. Your first time to set foot into this room, enter the place of the curation of the past and the present, and see it for yourself.

Truth be told, there isn’t really much to see. Albedo thinks there is nothing of note among the collections exhibited in the room, but he also thinks it must be because he has gotten so used to how his mind has grown accustomed to its space; feet moving across the room through memory he had developed through all his visits.

“This,” Albedo starts, briefly gesturing towards a seemingly bland portrait of the old city framed on the wall. He has not even started with his telling of its details (which you enthusiastically asked for every other exhibit you’ve already passed by) yet… there is an undying awe in you. He finds it endearing, much to the point that he feels it tug at his heart—a cheesy sentiment, but it is really the most accurate description he could find.

He goes on, and on, and on. He details you of what he knows, you listen with such intent that brings him immense pride and joy. There is so much to tell, so much to say. Every word is a testament to his knowledge and expertise, as well as your importance to him. One hand points to whatever your ask about, and his other stays safely in yours.

(He keeps his fingers there, and truly, he thinks, your hand fits his so perfectly.)

This is something that he can only give to you, and only you.

“This place is a curation of the rare and the important. The historical. The canonical.”

You stride towards the middle of the room, where you could survey the whole space with just a simple turn. He watches, with concentration, how you talk about this one particular portrait you can’t seem to forget, but he stops listening after you say its name. He watches, with concentration, how you smile about being grateful for him bringing you here, but he would bring you here, and anywhere you would love.

He watches, with concentration, the only work of art in this room that is alive.

You.

The rare and the important. The historical. The canonical.

“...say it’s monotonous, but I truly believe it was one of the most captivating pieces in here.”

The divine. The ethereal.

“...have given it soul, right?”

The sublime. The…

“Beautiful,” you whisper, almost out of breath. The pure, unadulterated warmth playing beneath your eyes is still there. “Isn’t it?”

This isn’t his first time here, nor his second, nor third, nor sixth, nor twelfth, but—

“Yes,” he responds, never taking his eyes off of you (not now, not ever). “It is.”

OH SHIT

compilation of REAL photos of vinny

(compiled by my beloathed @//yotasxke)

babe noo dont die ure so cool :( (holds back tears) (embraces u close)[disclaimer: i do not kin light yagami]

jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely.

tattoo artists au

30 - slut world is my favorite enstars unit

music-loving aranara…!!

This show will d¡e when I d¡e dammit

<3

conversation with my friend after i went on an hour long (incoherent) tangent about the transgender subtext of a show i was watching