#v.t

AHHH WAIT I LOVE THAT???

Aunt Nelly singing along with her favorite songs as she makes cookies, her scrubs replaced with comfy sweats as she sways and steps around the kitchen. She pulls Vlad into it; he's a bit clumsy in the footing but he's having so much fun he forgets he's supposed to act like he hates it lols (he might give her some reluctance- a dramatic eye roll and groan that's so fake he can't even hold it without grinning) Through her he learns to dance, and he's able to impress Snow with his dance moves when they eventually get together kjarkjajerej

With Otis? They're slow dancing 100%. She'll guide him in her arms until he takes charge, slowly rocking her around the kitchen as she sings love songs to him. He can kinda sing? Not nearly as good as her but he can hold a tune. They perform little duets that end with them kissing and Vlad has to literally evacuate the house before he pukes rainbows from how lovey dovey they are akjlrejkarjej (JK he's beyond happy for them, but he does leave before things get...interesting)

A conexão é um fenômeno transcendente e sagrado. Ela não se explica exatamente em palavras. É um entendimento que vai além do nível da mente. É como se a mente e o coração de duas pessoas estivessem simplesmente conectados e se reconhecessem um no outro. A conexão não precisa de tempo para se estabelecer. Você pode passar a vida ao lado de uma pessoa sem entrar em contato com ela, e pode fazer conexão com alguém no primeiro olhar. É como se por dentro as almas dissessem: eu vejo, reconheço e compreendo você. A conexão com alguém vem da sintonia que faz você sentir em segundos que já conhece alguém desde vidas atrás. Tamanha a sensação de reconhecimento e a profundidade do contato. Uma conexão entre duas pessoas jamais poderá ser entendida por terceiros. São almas que se entendem, se aceitam, vibram numa mesma dimensão, além do espaço ou do tempo. Estabelecer uma conexão profunda com alguém é fazer de outra alma um lar para a nossa!

⸻ "but.. you can always keep going? trying again? i'll help you if you want me to. i'm sure two heads are better than one." she offered before taking vartouhi's hand gently. "i don't mind helping you." ⸻

Jangmi’s eyes scanned over what she’d written, trying to figure out what else to put in her confession, or how to edit it to make it less likely that the recipient would cringe while reading it.

Suguru,

I want to confess that I really like you. I think you’re so kind, brave, and smart… not to mention handsome… and so many other things, too. You’re honestly my ideal type… I wanted to ask if you would consider getting to know me better to see if maybe you’d be interested in being my boyfriend…

She pivoted on her heel to swing her arm around, hand engulfed in blue-and-black flamelike cursed energy. The transfigured human was still meters behind her as it charged, but her cursed technique sent invisible force crashing into its side to smack it into an adjacent lamp post. With a flick of her head, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder. Her eyes, dark and focused, scanned the area, looking for her next target. That's when she witnessed the fall of the veil that kept sorcerers out of the Shibuya station.

Having heard Itadori's voice earlier, she knew that Satoru was in trouble, his power sealed away somehow. With his prowess in martial arts, she knew he wasn't defenseless, but without being able to put cursed energy behind his melee attacks? He couldn't fight curses, and it would be difficult to fend off transfigured humans, too. Her head swiveled to look to her companion, Inumaki, and she raised her voice a little so he could hear her over the din of the transfigured humans' eerie cries. "You got this?" When he flashed her a thumbs-up, she gave a curt nod and took off sprinting for the station.

Jangmi cleared the stairs to the initial corridor in one jump, keeping her hand ready to use her technique to soften her landing. She kept on like that, jumping down stairs and escalators, even using her ability to propel herself forward faster. Finally, she came to the area where there was a gaping hole in the middle, going straight down to the tracks. She vaulted over the edge and let herself fall all the way down, again slowing her descent at the tail end of it so she could land safely.

White hot energy surged all around her. She felt ripped apart--skin flayed and muscles unwound, veins and arteries and hydrotubules whipping in the whirlwind of magnetic, pulling force that dragged violently her through space and time. Split down to the very atoms that made up her person, the pain was excruciating, but she endured. This was the only way. After a decade of being stranded on Earth, she could finally, finally, return home.

It could have been mere seconds that she was in the portal, or perhaps hours. She wasn't sure. All she knew was the immediate disappearance of the pain. The sun and humidity kissing her face, warm and familiar. The perfumed air all around her, cradling her in nostalgia as she tumbled through the pink-tinted skies. She was halfway conscious. As badly as she wanted to open her eyes and see, take in the world beneath her as she rapidly sped towards it, her eyelids felt so heavy.

Without being able to see the ground, the involuntary impulse to activate her telekinetic power did not kick in, and she crashed. Vartouhi had prepared for this, making sure she was properly hydrated and fed to be at her best strength. It was still painful to tumble through the dirt and roots. It took knocking clean through two trees to slow enough for the friction of the ground to skid her to a stop. She grit her teeth against the pain, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before trying to open them.

She grunted as she was forced to her knees by insistent, harsh hands. When she lifted her head, dark eyes narrowed under furrowed brows, lips set in a scowl at the man and woman who had forced her down. There were two holding her arms behind her back at an angle that hurt, and another three around her--two on either side, and one directly behind. They weren't even the same people who had incapacitated her--that had been a different group of five people. Whoever it was she was kneeling in front of, they had many followers.

Normally that wouldn't deter her from trying to fight back and escape, but they had caught her in a weakened state. She had been living off nutrients from photosynthesis for over a month, and it had taken a toll on her body to be receiving bare minimum like that. She guessed that was also the only reason she had been captured in the first place, because normally she could hold her own or, at the very least, escape when she was outnumbered.