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[frauleindermorgen]

@pirrhyc sent:

“ Micaiah, ”‎‎‎ ‎ Pelleas calls out to her, a part of him always searching for her. The ball is hectic this year, so many people about, to the point he finds it a bit overwhelming. A part of him knows, however, that it is a good thing there are this many people. In it, it is a sign of widespread peace to see so many people able to attend Garreg Mach away from their homes. The arrival of so many from that one continent, Elyos, also hints to the spread of tranquility to even farther places. “ It's difficult to believe that once we thought the rest of the world had been flooded, isn't it? That we thought we were the only ones left… and yet, look at how many people are here! ” He sidles up close to her, reaching from behind his cape to hold her hand and find comfort in her touch. He is a bit embarrassingly begging in this way, isn't he? For as much as he dressed himself up this way, trying to look every bit the imposing man a King of Daein ought to be, he is still irrevocably weak for her. No, not weak. He is weak on his own, needing to come to her, but he is not weaker for having her. He never could be. (But… perhaps a bit too lonely. He hopes she doesn't mind.) “ I know we should go out and meet many others, rise up to our roles and all that, but… Do you terribly mind, Micaiah? ”‎ ‎ Dark blue eyes turn to her, pleading alongside his quiet whisper.‎ ‎ “ For just a little while… I'd like to be with you just like this… Er, not that I have any particular plans or anything, if you're wondering. I just… ”

He prevaricates, but eventually, he relents with a defeated sigh, cheeks tinged a slight pink color.‎ “ A part of me is always wishing to have you to myself… ”

There is always a moment in festivities when she is drawn to the scant bit of silence she can find; often, as she is now, out among the rose bushes, she finds it among plants and so too does Pelleas find her. His is a companionship she does not shy from, for the eddies of his emotions she finds herself moving through peacefully more and more - he is to her, even in the uncertain future (perhaps especially), a comfort.

“I was thinking just the same thing upon meeting Rafiel earlier,” Micaiah says, crossing over to meet him, “the country of Hatari seemed like a fairytale when he and Queen Nailah first described it to me but here at Garreg Mach we’ve seen so much, and met so many.”

There is a part of her that still fears the sea - and the stories of Ashera’s torrential flood, but she remembers her prayer and Yune’s strong wings and her sense of gravity returns in time.

“We thought there were just Beorc and Laguz, only recently granting rights to Branded - but you’re right, look how vast the people of the world really are. And again, at this ball we can stand tall with them and clasp hands.”

She squeezes Pelleas’ in her own when she says that, beaming up at him; how much more they know now, and how much they have changed. She had seen him in the Daien royal cape once before, and  back then she had made a promise to him too, but tonight it is for a far longer lasting promise, and one she feels confident they need no goddess’s blessing for.

“I’d like to be alone too,” Micaiah says, “with you.” She adds, cheeks bright under the moonlight. “There was a bud in the Greenhouse I wanted to show you. Hopefully we will not interrupt any lover’s trysts, but ah well, it is a lovely place after all - perhaps we only must wait our turn.”

She laughs, pulls him closer; wondering why he need wish for something he already has.

[felixeis003]

Good Luck Kiss ;))

[sinnamonpork]

resting bitch face? more like resting pretty face

[citroncynique]

c'est notre histoire de vie, douce et amère

drawn for the NeuviFuri Wedding week event over on twt!

[maithefluffychicken]

Latest commission for Anne!

I really really love to draw these quick sketches with the boys kissing softly 🥺💛

[sergle]

this beautiful morn on god's green earth is as good a day as any to weed out the people who were just following me here for "uwu Somft Huggable Squishy" art (my art of plus size bodies), but don't actually care about fat people, as people, and feel personally offended the SECOND we vocalize frustration abt the fatphobia we experience.

[sunroseofthewood]

Me: *takes your trauma boy and makes him a trauma girl*

[didderd]

forgor to post this doodle i did for Milk a bit ago

the beeg mans, Butch belongs to @sans-guy <333

[cryptidsport]

I was like hey Why do this suspicious package by my door smell of pungent slime ?

alas it was the Thang

[cloysterbell]

What's the last thing you remembered before you woke up in the hospital?

[cotl-flower-crown]

Kitties play

[housecow]

[dragon-chica]

Batmom and Jason Thought

Headcanon that batmom acts truly appalled if anyone tries telling her Jason did something bad.

"Jason? My sweet little Jason? how dare you try to insinuate and frame him, my boy, who has never done anything wrong in his entire life." with a glare so cold they accept their own defeat and leave the angry mother alone.

The first time it happened, Jason was terrified of getting in trouble, of disappointing you when he made a mistake and someone was just too eager to tattle on him. He didn't mean to bother someone at the gala-

Bruce never fails to find it hilarious. 'your sweet little innocent Jason? the one I met while he was stealing the batmobile's tires?'

You fix a playful glare at him, not changing your tone and patting Jason's hair while he hides beside you at the party "who has never done anything wrong in his life Bruce. Look at him, an angel."

Your proud tone and curling lips are enough to make Jason laugh too, forgetting about how stressed he was about a gala, and is happy the rest of the night to just sit with you and smile because he's "your little boy."

[lotuslate]

drunk and in love in a meadow // used this pic as ref

[echosong971]

gentle

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happy valentine's day ♥️

[kelsochronicles]

No early birds rising today 🪶🌅💕