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[galaxies-unknown]

[ @familylightfox​ || Asked...]

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

For Node & Bless.

[Valentine’s Day Alphabet!]

Date: What is your muse’s ideal date? Where/who with/etc.?

Bless’ ideal date is a day at a theme park or carnival, just having fun, walking around, checking out and going on rides- avoiding all the pricey nonsense shops try to throw at would-be customers, maybe going and seeing an act or two of a comedy play if the theme park/carnival has any running... He’s really a fan of those kinda-fantasy, kinda-not dates, especially if done around dawn/dusk, when it feels like the world is just awakening or beginning to go to sleep for the night. Best part of the date is by far eating cotton candy with his partner as they’re walking around.

Node’s idea of an ideal date is just... Walking. Through town, through the woods, just... Enjoying the presence of their partner. They’re impartial to piers simply due to the sound of ocean waves and crying seagulls, sounds entirely unfamiliar to them as a fennec from Sanden, and yet... Comforting, all the same. They’re more a fan of the night, walking in the dark, with barely anyone around... It can come across as creepy, hence why they’re cautious to bring it up. And if they can just wander into a store, purchase a drink with their partner to enjoy while they meander? Perfection. Absolute perfection.

Affection: How does your muse show affection?

I’m going on the assumption this means love language, so woot!

Bless’ love language is Gifts- things he’s made or purchased for his loved ones. He has a history of being a woodcarver in his spare time, something he picked up from one of his mothers when he was just a kid. His speed can help him with a lot of things, but woodcarving... Still takes time, and he loves it for that reason. It shows just how much of his life he’s willing to put into a piece to give to his loved ones. Other more basic signs of affection are hugs- Bless is very much a hugger, and a big fan of physical touch in general, much like his enbyfriend, Node.

Node’s love language is Time. They also have Gifts as their second, so they’re quite used to giving others presents or buying them things to show Node’s affection- but truthfully, all they want is to spend time with those they love. Their affection is in just being around another person, asking if they have any plans- building plans together, figuring out how to take on the day jointly. They’re far more careful about physical touch, but much like Bless, they are touch-crazy once they trust their partner enough.

Expect lots of hugs and cuddles, tail-touches and nuzzles, from both.

True Love: Does your muse believe in true love?

If you’re asking about the fantastical ‘true love’ seen in fairy tales, then no, neither does- but they do believe in real love, or rather, a more realistic true love- less constantly feeling like one’s in a honeymoon phase, and more an active choice, deciding each day to love their partner just as much as the last, even when feelings even out and it’s no longer a rush. To them, ‘true love’ is knowing a partner’s flaws, and loving the partner anyway- being honest on all accounts, caring more for the other than themself- and it’s not always easy. Sometimes... It takes effort- because that’s real true love. Real true love isn’t effortless or simple, it’s painful and complex- but in the end, it’s worth every damn moment.

Embrace: Does your muse like hugs? What are their hugs like?

Bless isn’t the touchiest guy on the planet, but he’s definitely a hugger. Give him any excuse to hug his partners and he will take it. He loves hugs- and his hugs are very confident and warm, soft but sure- he’s been through a lot in his life, and he’s tried to help others in times of stress even while on his own adventures, and it shines through in his hugs. He’s polite and will immediately back off/will make a gesture to hug but not actually hug unless given permission, dude knows some folks have trouble with hugs...

Node likes hugs, but they aren’t... Really used to them. They need a warning, every time.- Their hugs are tentative and far more wooden/less natural than Bless’, simply due to not receiving a lot of physical affection as a kid and being abused by their siblings. A hug from them feels nearly like hugging a glass figurine- if one isn’t careful, they’ll shatter. They don’t mean to cause unease, and they don’t want others to be annoyed by their hugs, so... It’s very rare that Node hugs anyone, save Bless and other partners/those who are close to them.

[stealingyourbones]

Debating on making Green Arrow’s chili recipe but looking at the ingredients that shit won’t be even remotely hot.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Today's The Day!!!

[electrozeistyking]

tomorrow

[puuddlez]

Decided to scrawl over some funny pixels I saw on tiktak so please enjoy 💙

[skitskatdacat63]

[mytardisisparked]

I'm literally ignoring the plot of Season 10 in favor of cherry-picking Flirty, Middle-Aged MSR moments.

[where-the-kissing-never-stops]

Never thought that it would end like this

Here it is! My piece for @merwainefest day 7: free day.

Here on ao3 for those on there!

On the training ground, Gwaine gets distracted as Merlin walks past.

Gwaine was feeling rather stupid. He had been too distracted during training to focus properly on the blows Leon was raining down upon him, and now had a nasty gash on his arm that needed looking into. Now, he was sat at the side of the training field as the others kept at it. But, the reason for his distraction was the one tending to the open slice on his forearm.

Merlin.

It wasn’t Gwaine’s fault that Merlin’s arse was the meaning of ‘perky’, and the way his hair caught in the sunlight was too hard for Gwaine to miss. So when Merlin had walked past the training field and bent over at the crucial moment, Gwaine’s eyes went over Leon’s shoulder instead of focusing on the sword that caught Gwaine completely off guard, and blood running down his arm.

Leon hadn’t stopped apologising, even though that’s the whole point of training, Gwaine had told him. But Leon was Leon, and wouldn’t stop fretting until Merlin had come over and told Gwaine to follow him, heading over to a nearby tent, which inside had a basket of bandages and other medicinal items that he stocked for the training ground every morning for these exact moments. Fortunately, Gwaine walked off the field neck-and-neck with Merlin, so he wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ again.

Gwaine felt guilty. It wasn’t right to ogle when Merlin wasn’t aware, and Gwaine knew it. Maybe he’ll say something. Just maybe.

Merlin pulled the basket and asked Gwaine to sit, which he did. Gwaine rested his injured arm on his lap and stared at Merlin’s hand. The young man was working with such dexterity and Gwaine could only watch patiently. His arm hurt, that was true, but he could wait a little longer to watch Merlin at work.

Gwaine thought he heard Merlin mention something, but shrugged and ‘hmm’d in response. He was still watching Merlin at work, collecting bottles, bandages and something resembling a spoon?

“Gwaine?” Merlin was smiling when Gwaine looked at him, and that almost did the knight in. Merlin’s toothy grin was his weakness, and in this close proximity to it? That smile was a lethal weapon. It could bring anyone to their knees.

He snapped back into the world, and nodded, “Yes?” He responded, not meeting Merlin’s eyes.

“Can you hold this for me?” Merlin held a jar of a sticky, amber-coloured liquid. It had a faint scent.

“Is that honey?” Gwaine asked, and went to dip his fingers in it to taste it.

Merlin’s smile widened as he withdrew the honey jar. “It’s not to eat,” he said softly with a small laugh, “but yes, it’s honey.”

Gwaine felt his cheeks heat up, as he did when he heard Merlin laugh, but hoped Merlin was too occupied with the jar or the cut or something else to notice. He held his hand out to take the jar, from Merlin, and as he did his fingers brushed Merlin’s. It was an innocent gesture, until he heard Merlin cough awkwardly. Gwaine looked up. Merlin’s face was also flushed.

“Merlin.”

The pair looked at each other. Gwaine swam in Merlin’s blue eyes for what felt like eternity and felt himself leaning forwards.

Merlin couldn’t take his eyes off the knight, but snapped out of the daze, shook his head, and looked away.

Gwaine leaned backwards. It was now or never.

“Merlin, has anyone ever told you…” Now or never, Gwaine, “…how blue your eyes are?” Merlin looked at him incredulously. “They’re more blue than the sky.”

“Um, thanks?” Merlin spoke quietly, spooning honey out of the jar and smearing it on Gwaine’s arm. “Honey is good to clean the wound, that’s good advice for you.”

Merlin kept talking, listing the medicinal properties of honey and other common plants and herbs, but Gwaine wasn’t really listening. He felt like he might explode. He was staring at Merlin’s lips.  Gorgeous and lovely and inviting and kissable-

Gwaine leaned forward and kissed Merlin mid-word. It was a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Gwaine noticed Merlin had stopped moving and was staring right at Gwaine.

“What…?”

Gwaine breathed a very nervous laugh. Since when did Gwaine get nervous? “I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t do that.”

A pause. Neither of them moved, spoke, breathed.

“Was that ok?”

At first, Gwaine wasn’t sure if Merlin would respond at all. Merlin opened and closed his mouth, then finally said. “That was nice.”

Nice? “Nice?”

“Yes,” Merlin continued, “It was unexpected, but it was nice.” They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Merlin spoke again. “I really need to finish dressing this.”

“Yes, of course,” Gwaine held out the honey towards Merlin, but his sweaty palm wasn’t helping, so he held it balanced on his leg. His heart was racing. That was not a reaction he could have predicted. What would he do now? Merlin said it was ‘nice’, which was about as useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.

“Gwaine,” Merlin spoke as he took a bandage and started wrapping up Gwaine’s arm. “Is this how you truly feel?”

“Yes, Merlin, for a while now.” Gwaine paused, wondering how to say exactly how he felt. “You have no idea how hard it is seeing you every day around the castle with your perfect arse and gorgeous eyes and soft hands-”

“I think I do, Gwaine,” was Merlin’s response, and before Gwaine could even form a confused frown, Merlin’s lips were on his.

This kiss was longer, deeper, yet still soft, and full of desire and longing and wanting, from Gwaine and mirrored by Merlin. It was over far too soon for Gwaine’s liking and he was left wanting more.

Merlin pulled away and held a finger to Gwaine’s lips to stop him from protesting.

“Before you say anything, we can continue this later,” Merlin started with a smile on his lips, “but you need to get back out there or people might talk.”

“Oh, let them talk.” Gwaine swatted away Merlin’s hand and took Merlin’s chin with his good hand and kissed him deeply. Merlin, however, could only laugh and pull away.

“I would love for this to continue, but not now, Gwaine.” The knight pulled his best puppy dog eyes, but Merlin did not fall for it. Accepting defeat, Gwaine dropped his head and stood up. Merlin tidied the place and stood up, faced Gwaine and expressed, “You have no idea how happy I am that this happened, Gwaine, and I can’t wait for it to continue.” Gwaine couldn’t believe it either, and the fact that he was speechless made it much more apparent. He couldn’t remember a time he had been more lost for words.

“Now get out there, and show them all that your arm hasn’t fallen off. And, please put Arthur on his arse at least once.”

Gwaine beamed a huge grin across his face. “After you, my dear.” Gwaine bowed as Merlin laughed and walked past. Now was his chance.

Gwaine smacked Merlin’s backside as he left the tent.

Merlin looked back, rubbing his behind.

“Oi!”

[staypuff]

wanted to draw miltons

[aniseandspearmint]

i'm looking up dessert recipes and i am so freaking tired of seeing so many 'lightened up' recipes.

i want heavy thanks.

real butter

real sugar

real fat

real everything

like, if i make a thing i'm usually stretching it a week, it's not like i'm eating the whole cobbler or crumble or whatever at once.

tho even if i was it's fine.

dessert isn't some dirty terrible thing that you're punishing yourself for eating.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

honestly. half the fun of fantasy aus for me is the Food Descriptions

[unmotivatedartistry]

I like raw onions. Fight me

[allmyandroids]

craving to eat cinnamon roles with mr. black together ugh

[basementstalker]

Red and blue

(Referring to the vibe post)

(I want to hunt you for sport. I want your blood.) (Am I haunting you or are you haunting me?)

I would enjoy being hunted, sounds very thrilling. I fight back though.

We can be haunting each other. That has a symbolic feel to it, I like it. Haunting someone who in turn haunts you, not knowing how it began or will end, threads getting entangled.

A silly story. I remember the first time I learned the depth of the word haunt. I was young, listening to some Taylor Swift song back when she did country (that's her right? I don't know celebrities very well). Some song about cold blue eyes haunting her. I was confused because I thought the word could only refer to ghosts. And I suppose in a way it still does. What is a ghost really, if not a collection of memories and impressions.

[rendevok]

8, 21, and 22 for the ask meme

8. what’s your favorite cuisine?

Ohhh this is so hard to answer… so many of them are so good…. But I guess if i really had to pick i would probably say mexican because it’s the one i crave most often!

(I’ll answer the other 2 in the next ask, so stay tuned!)

[waffletardis]

I've came to canonize Sarnen and Orfeus being friends, she did the handshake trick on them and they proceeded to have no reaction just stand there frozen for a few seconds then awkwardly give her hand back

Sarnen would laugh to herself, the confusion is enough. She is silly. She will graciously thank them for returning her hand, a big friendly smile on her face (alas there have been people who awkwardly pocketed it in the past instead to which she would go <:0?? >:0!!)

As a reward for such endeavors have an image of Sarnen inspired from a meme