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[eggbem]

Post Villain-of-the-Week-Scuffle Nap.

Good morning everyone! (Welcome to my seminar!) Here's some Portal Duo snuggling to start off your day! What's the point of having the ability to draw turtles if you don't indulge in the softest of fluff once in a while?

Just ignore the fact that, with Leo's canon bed setup, there's really no room for Raph to be standing on the other side. How's he doing that? Magic ig.

(I feel like this goes without saying, but you never know: T-cest, do NOT interact; I will punt you to the moon.)

[nattikay]

Vurur alu Ingyentsim Ayramä hasey sìmi! Just finished the Secrets of the Spires story!

[sparky-is-spiders]

Favorite little self-indulgent AU of mine is transmasc Jon naming himself after Jonah. Like idk maybe a few months after Mr. Spider Jon’s grandmother found some book by an obscure occultist from the 1800s. And maybe Jon was a little fascinated by the theories and ideas and the way it was written. And maybe a few years later when he needs a new name it’s only natural that his mind drifts to the intelligent, curious man whose book he read at a very vulnerable, formative time, whose research institute he dreams of working at. And maybe he’s a little too ashamed to ACTUALLY name himself after Jonah Magnus the georgian occultist, or maybe something about “Jonathan” just speaks to him more. Idk. And Elias being Very Charmed about it of course.

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[gooboogy]

The problem is they both make sense.

John lacks any agency, and as his abilities start "failing" he loses more of what little he has. The only things he can do is perceive the world through Arthur's eyes and talk to him in his head. That's it. He has no material effect on the world around them. He is solely 100% reliant on Arthur for his continued existence and influence on the world. He can't ignore Arthur whatsoever (unlike Arthur who can ignore John easy peasy) he can't Do anything but talk and observe (and also experience the deaths of people Arthur touches but ultimately that does nothing). Of course he is going to be distrustful of other people and possessive over Arthur.

Arthur feels like suddenly he can't rely on this very reliable thing that has been keeping him alive this whole time. It would shake anyone up. Especially with the shit they have to deal with? If he can't rely on directions he will be sliced to ribbons or shot without a chance of fighting back. They may as well be dead already. And for all of John's lack of agency, it's Arthur who has to actually deal with the consequences. He's the one who's getting wounded and torn to bits and has to fight all that. Plus it's HIS body. If someone's existence relies on your body, you have the right to refuse, bodily autonomy is a human right.

The problem is they've gone through this cycle before (cycle of learning and forgetting and learning that they are One Unit and need to work Together vs The Problems and forgetting) but never has it shaken Arthur so much. Even when they've argued before he would still listen to John's directions. But now? Everything is in question (as is probably the intent behind John's "failing" abilities.) They DO need other people to help and they DO need to be careful and include John. They cannot truly trust someone else while keeping John a secret or without his input. Arthur has the most control over the situation and the onus is on him to make the compromises. Yeah it's his body but 1) countless times he promised to John that they were in this together and 2) at this point separating them would be so traumatic that they may as well be One.

All of this is to say, curious that Arthur is so willing to tell Oscar about literally everything EXCEPT John. What happens if he does? What if there's someone else to assert for John in a way Arthur can't ignore so easily? Would that legitimize the shared ownership of Arthur's body? What does it mean for John to gain agency by the loss of Arthur's autonomy?

[somewhereincairparavel]

watching the camp half blood musical animatics is giving me HIGH nostalgia because it reminds me of the late 2023/early 2024 pjo fandom era when i first entered the tumblr pjo fandom community, I used to play those musicals on loop during the time the show was getting buzz. that also happened to be a time where i was getting into hoo and jason again and I started posting about him and the only time I fully emerged into the pjo fandom as whole bc before I was hyper fixated in other fandoms. the pjo community isn't hitting the same anymore why bring it back guys pls 😮‍💨

[corviiids]

THANKS @kimdokjafan you are so kind and generous. ok im cashing in the first of three blank checks to talk about faith trust and pixie dust (most recent chatfic) because the last two directors commentaries were too serious so let's do a silly one.

some p5r spoilers, and this is mostly about sumire, and it's long again. do i need to keep disclaiming that these are long? you should know me by now.

i had this written for a while before i started formatting it because i wasn't really sure if i should post it? i feel like silly chatfic is something people go to for predominantly lighthearted nonsense so i was like, maybe there's too much plot and dramatic misunderstanding and i should just keep this one for myself. but then i was like well nothing matters and maybe someone will have fun with it. it's kind of terrible how much fully or mostly completed fic there is my docs that just doesn't see the light of day lol. write for yourself etc but i like sharing! too bad it comes with the mortifying ordeal etc. anyway that was a tangent

potato counter is a neopets game. there's no deep lore i just like neopets. i guess in this universe ryuji doesn't play neopets? or maybe he's just never played potato counter specifically. i also have a different fic where ryuji DOES play neopets. it's about neopets and ryuji and goro talking on neopets.

i think this might literally be the first time ive written sumi in a fic because i haven't actually written that much fic for royal, like, now that im looking, literally almost none? and none that had a group dynamic. so it was kind of fun to find her voice for the first time in a silly groupchat like this. i was worried people would find her exclamation marks annoying but i personally thought it was endearing so i added it in there.

every time i do a gag where a character corrects their own typo i have to code more stupid little bubbles to make it happen but i think it's worth it. all the effort that goes into making tgis look as much like a real chat as possible

this obviously doesnt take place in the canon p5/r universe, but im imagining sort of a postcanon sumi personality where she's more comfortable being herself and isn't borrowing kasumi's brand of confidence, but she's visibly a really anxious person without that kasumi veneer. i also think in this universe sumire is a fairly recent addition to the friend group, and while everyone likes her a lot and she really likes them, i kind of wanted to emphasise that feeling of being in a friend group where everyone's established and you're sort of a plus-one? you don't really fit yet. part of that is her being new, part of it is her anxiety, part of it is just the kind of person sumi is where she's so polite and self-conscious she ends up taking herself out of things with her own good intentions. stuff like her interrupting the flow of an existing conversation by greeting everyone instead of jumping straight in because she doesn't feel comfortable inserting herself, which means everyone else stops to greet her even though that doesn't normally happen in a friend group, or making a point of thanking everyone for being invited to events while the others take it as a given.

idk i love that she feels a bit out of place with the phantom thieves in p5r. and part of that is a natural consequence of being a new addition in royal who can't be naturally integrated with an existing dynamic but i honestly feel like the writing team realised that and acknowledged it, and really leaned into it, and that made it work incredibly well for me. like, it's part of her character that she's sort of an outsider. it's not like p4g's incredibly clumsy integration of marie and subsequent attempt to shove her down everyone's throat as the canon love interest in p4ga (knife). sumi has that outsider vibe on purpose and it makes me really like her dynamic with the thieves as an individual

goro also feels slightly out of place in these chats, but his conversational style blends more naturally with the other thieves at this point and he even uses their codenames sometimes. i keep saying my chatfic series isn't a real Series because the lore keeps changing, but if we accept that they're all kind of following a General Continuity, assume this takes place some time after the last fic in which ren added goro to the groupchat and they made an effort to integrate him into their friend group. he's kind of there now and has settled into being the weird boyfriend. that's his role.

every time goro says something like "ren and i" assume it's the text equivalent of him talking to the group with his arm around ren's waist.

ok i got really fond of this silly running joke where sumi brings up the weather when she's feeling uncomfortable. she's so polite. i like this thread because setting it up meant i got to tie it off like this:

this just made me happy lol i liked writing this. i tried to use it to demonstrate that despite goro's abrasiveness he obviously knows sumire pretty well, he's attuned to her quirks and knows how to tell when she's having a bad time with her anxiety, so he uses her little weather habit to ground her.

i honestly dont think goro and sumire could be considered close in p5r and as much as i like the "royal trio" in canon they're not really... like... friends? with each other? they're both attached to ren, so it' more a V shape than anything else. but that said, i really LIKE goro and sumi's canon dynamic. he takes a really grouchy but politely attentive supervisory role to her during their few forays into the palace as a trio where he doesn't really know her well but clearly identifies her as a harmless little tryhard who needs some guidance and steps into that role grudgingly, and she immediately looks up to him despite being very wrong footed by his ruthlessness, which i find incredibly charming. i think given time they could be good friends, they just didn't get much chance to know each other very well in canon. so i tried to kinda do that here.

once goro stops being evil and joins the group they all kind of tiredly accept that his role is to occasionally push a cup off a bench while smirking and refuse to clean it up. emotionally, i mean.

wait i need to backtrack chronologically to talk about akeshu.

in this scene they're in the same room lol talking and snickering while typing. im trying to get at that vibe of the annoying couple who is flirting with each other, via you. you know? like ostensibly they're talking to you (sumire) but everything they say to you is part of their stupid game. sumi is incidental to goro and ren teasing each other about flirting with someone else, goro is reporting everything ren says because his boyfriend is so eye-rollingly foolish in a cute way. they're very tickled by how amusing and charming they are. gross. disgusting. sumire im so sorry for putting you through this

anyway here are too many of my favourite jokes from the fic

[purple-raspberries]

Thinking about ocs is very strange to me, actually. I can think of them for years, but when it comes to actually creating them, I draw them out and I get kind of stuck after that.

I have maybe 4 ocs I consider truly mine in these last… 13 years? Which isn’t to say that I feel like I should be making them all the time. I just think that the ones I have made are maybe just to similar to me that I find it hard to remove myself from the things they do and what happens to them. Does that make sense? I see people all the time making characters and getting fun and silly with them (or whatever theme the character has) and I feel like I spend too much time going through every possible action my characters might take (if it feels right, if it looks right, what would I do?) before deciding to make them do something. This would be fine if I was making a story and their actions did have consequences, except I’m not. Yet, I still feel like I need to get it right the first time and I end up doing nothing, in the end.

Sure, every character should have a bit of you in them, that’s good. But maybe I’m just too quick to put them into molds before the mold is even done being made. I… get quite upset about it every so often. The irrational need to know everything about this thing that only just started to exist before I can feel comfortable doing anything with it.

Anyyyyywwwway, sorry. I tend to get obsessed about things I want to and don’t understand (not just characters, but, in this case, it’s characters).

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Originally I was going to write a small portion the pre-part of this fic as well, and had just started off at this point since it was since it was the most burning dire part of me to get out, but as it's already gotten so lengthy! And I don't know when I will get to- if ever- writing that pre part, here it is! I was originally stuck on whether if I should post it now when I finished it or if I should wait till April 2nd(Oo Finn McMissile wedding reveal.sorryg.), since that is when the fic takes place. I titled the fic in my Google docs "A Month Early and a Day Late" (because at the time of writing the fic I wrote it a month early. And technically a week late but still- from April 2nd) and that slightly encouraged me to go ahead and post it now because... to keep that theme.

No content warnings that I can imagine,there's mention of food and I know people like warnings for that. It gets grossly sappy towards the end, I am a sappy mushy fluffy person and it really starts showing here.

Anywho uhm. W.Wedd. stuff. Just got home stuff from running around and. I'm too embarrassed now to share anything further.Okay! Before I give any further pre-reading to the actual reading.

3,447 word count. Finn x Kane. Can't believe I just typed that. Goodnight everyone. This is lengthy, ofc no one is obligated to read this or read the whole thing, I won't hunt you down or feel betrayed if you don't.

Here is the Google Doc link if you would prefer to see it here! I have it all typed under the cut as well, so either or. IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS READING THE FONT LET ME KNOW!!! I think it should be fine but if not I don't mind switching it over to something easier to read, just shoot an ask or whatnot :)

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“Where are you running off to without me?” Finn asked over the phone, as Kane had quickly darted off and out the door. There was a hint in his voice that sounded like a mix between concern and pouting.

Kane had made it about halfway down the street before his phone had started ringing. Honestly, he had fully anticipated Finn immediately calling him after he ran off, so he had intentionally ran a little lighter than full-sprint just so he wouldn’t be horribly out of breath for the phone call.

Immediately after hearing Finn’s words, Kane had let out a heavy exhale, breaking out into a wide, weak smile. Perhaps it was all the events of today, but something about that just choked him up and made him need to double and lean over so he could rest his free hand against his knee while catching his breath. It was spoken as if when Kane was headed anywhere, Finn needed to be there as well. Player One and Player Two sorts of things. Kane had taken a couple extra seconds to process the words and let them linger a bit. He needed to soak up that line so he could store it into his long-term-forever memories department. Really started making him wish that he was smart enough to have one of those apps that automatically recorded every phone call.

“Finn,” Kane said, the smile on his face was clear in his voice, “I got an idea. And while I could bring you along, I wonder if it might be a thing better as a surprise.” Kane almost immediately started questioning his own words. Should he really be doing this? Maybe he should be bringing Finn along with him? He had darted out on a sudden massive impulse burst, but really what he was up to was traditionally something that couples did together. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how neither of them brought up this thing till day-of. And not even then, really.

“I already know what you’ll like, don’t worry.” Kane quickly added, “Or, at least, I think I do. I’m hoping I do. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll call you.”

“How long will you be out?”

“Uhm, shouldn’t be too long? I mean, I’m really indecisive, but I already got a good idea of... The thingy.”

“Well, try not to be out too long, alright? I don’t want to spend this midnight alone.” And Kane tried not to spike his phone into the pavement over that sentence from Finn.

“I won’t, I won’t! I’d rather ditch this thing entirely than not spend it with you.”

“I’ll come and get you if it gets too close.” It was things like this that Finn said where Kane couldn’t exactly tell what he entirely meant, but didn’t really mind, anyway. Was it a ‘I’m going to call you and come pick you up’ thing or a ‘I’ll just come and find you’ sort of thing. Hide and seek games were a ball when you were spies.

Kane and Finn mumbled out their goodbyes and I love yous to each other before finally hanging up. It felt like perhaps this one was dragged out a little longer than it was usually dragged out.

Though, Kane didn’t pocket his mobile right away, instead he immediately started pulling up some websites. He decided to ignore the rather plummeting realization in his stomach that absolutely nowhere was going to be open right now, nonetheless a bakery, but his quick and gayass brain offered up another solution with haste to him. He was set on making this work now. And he had the added luck of the fact that they were in London, one of the few places that were to have some late-night spots open that isn’t in America.

As he searched for some shops that had what he was looking for, his sudden darting off impulse adrenaline was beginning to wear off and he could think a bit more clearly, and the urge to rush at all began to slip away. He still wanted to be quick, but he didn’t feel like he needed to speedrun the entire thing anymore. As Kane’s mind started to clear more and more, he started to realize that the shops he was looking for were going to need to be somewhere within walking distance, because he certainly was not ever going to drive around Finn’s car by himself, and he still wanted to keep the whole thing a surprise, so that meant not asking Finn to drive him around either.

He turned on the flashlight feature on his phone as he slowly walked, stopping by a lamppost and leaning his back against it and scrolling through the list of shops on his phone. Hopefully he could find what he was looking for.

Another realization: In a timely manner. He planned on grabbing something that was pre-made, but he was getting a little doubtful that maybe he got over-zealous about it all.

“Why are so many of these bagel shops..?” Kane mumbled under his breath. He glanced over a few bakeries and scrolled through some images of the interiors before picking out one that looked like it would serve what he was looking for. He was very aware that neither him nor the bakery probably had time for him to request that they make something within the next three or so hours, so he made sure the one he picked was one that had pre-made options that you could go in and grab. It was going to be a bittt of a walk, though. So he put on his headphones and turned on some music at his lowest volume, just so he could still have outside awareness. You would never catch Kane without his headphones around his neck. 

Before he put away his phone, he decided to send Finn a little message saying that he was only going to be out for a little bit, perhaps just over an hour or so.

It was a quiet walk. Well, a sorta-quiet walk. As quiet of a walk as night time can get in London. It helped that most places were closed after 5pm, so it was no New York City, but it was still London, and that wasn’t to be underestimated. Kane pulled out his phone once more as he got the idea that perhaps he should spend such a special night listening to the playlist he had made of songs that made him think of Finn. Because he was a sap, and so of course that was something he had. And for a few moments, he looked around and pretended that he was in a fantasy world, and this was the background music as he wandered the streets. Hopelessly wandering, once more. No, skipping that song. Kane went on walks so often, and there were many times where he got up and just…left. Not this one, either. Not right now, at least. Like he was trying to go somewhere, run from something, but he didn’t know where or what. And rather conveniently, that feeling had long gone, now that he was with Finn. 

Song skip, again.

There wasn’t much for Kane to say as he walked.

No, not that song, either.

OH. Oh? Oooohhhhohohooo. Yes. Yes, this one. Perfect.

There wasn’t much to say for Finn, either. He had sat in his wingback arm chair, reading over the papers. He’d already read over the ones for today, but he quite liked today, and so he wanted to read it again. He might as well try to busy himself while he waited for Kane. It almost became a bad habit now, he had gotten so used to Kane progressively being constantly around him more and more that when Kane was away for too long he’d start to bounce his leg and fix up everything on the shelves, on the mantle of the fireplace, and scooch it to the left or slightly turn it to the right, and it was probably too early to turn on the kettle because Kane wasn’t going to be back any time soon and……

Kane already walked with a haste-y pace, the ‘short person not being able to keep up with tall person’ gag never really worked with him because Kane walked everywhere like he was constantly fifteen minutes late to something. If it wasn’t for his excitement and eagerness, then he’d probably be taking his time a lot more. It felt like a Holiday- like a birthday, almost. You are so excited for it that you want to see what the day holds and get it all happening and into motion, but then as the day comes to an end you start to wish it had played out a little slower, not wanting the excitement to wear off. It needed to last forever. 

When he had finally reached the bakery and stepped inside, he took in a deep breath and fixed his composure so he wasn’t as hunched over as he normally is. Typically, he would only pause his music while still keeping his headphones on to spare and prevent himself from any sort of overstimulation, but as a courtesy act, he took off his headphones when speaking with the person at the counter. Kane peered at everything in the glass case, and nervously smiled as he requested the two slices of what he was looking for. It felt like such a cliche sort of option, but it was the one thing that kept recurring to him, the first thing that kept coming back to his mind again and again, and perhaps there was a reason for that.

It was a bit hard for him to not be stupidly beaming the entire time, grinning like an idiot, as they say. The person behind the counter made a joking remark about who would need something like this at this hour, and Kane responded in the same lighthearted joking tone about how enough people that the bakery is open 24/7. Kane reached his hands out like someone was presenting him with a tiny puppy, and Kane cradled it like it was a tiny puppy that had a big pink bow on it. 

This time, Kane walked home slower. And he already stared at the ground as he walked, but now it was with more intention, as he didn’t want a single tiny pothole or accidentally tripping on a curb to make him have to potentially do a quick U-Turn right back to the bakery.

Finn had managed to make his way back to his arm chair, tossing through the newspaper again. Perhaps he wouldn’t have minded so badly if he wasn’t essentially being asked to have Christmas without a Christmas tree. To spend New Years without a countdown, to walk into a pub with no alcohol, to- to-..to…. To not feel the ground with each step and to not look up at the sky and already know what he’s going to see. It was like spending a birthday in isolation, going to a movie theatre that isn’t screening anything. It was an itch that couldn’t be scratched.

And Kane probably would’ve been itching a bit as well if it wasn’t for having something to preoccupy him so nicely. He at least was the one out doing a task, so he had something to do with himself. Normally he would’ve sent Finn a text saying that he was going to be home soon or on his way home and giving him an estimated time, but it felt like if he took one hand off of the box he was carrying then he might as well have cut the wrong wire on a bomb.

The walk back was uneventful, and when Kane got to step up to the all too familiar steps that led to probably one of his favorite doors, he smiled and lingered a little bit. The music he was listening to probably wasn’t helping the tugging feeling in him that made him want to cry a bit. So many feelings had been felt here, ones full of anxiousness and anticipation and warmth and being welcomed and bated breath. He took an involuntary deep breath. Everything felt perfect and full of peace. Tomorrow’s worries and next month’s worries and anything after that didn’t exist. The only thing that existed was that Kane was standing at one of his favorite doorsteps with a gift and knew- he knew that when he knocked on the door, he was going to be greeted by someone that was going to be so happy to see him.

Maybe that’s why he was getting so emotional- on top of everything else that today was, that is. He knew with confidence that someone was going to be happy to see him, that they were going to be glad that he was back. Someone missed his presence and awaited his arrival. Someone who thought about when they would get to see each other again, be in each other’s company once more. Kane wasn’t always perfectly skotch-free from getting doubts, but this? This was something that couldn’t be argued by anyone.

After lingering for a few extra seconds, Kane took another deep breath, figuring that he probably had left Finn long enough on his own. As much as Kane felt like he was self-absorbed to admit such a thing, he knew that Finn had a bit of a behavior to act like a dog sitting at the door waiting for someone to come home. In his defense, when you work in a field such as espionage, you probably get a natural tendency to grow weary of anyone you care about not being within a certain radius of you where you can step in and do something if worst was to come to worst. Plus, Kane did the same thing, too. Just for much more sillier reasons. Kane was just a very, very clingy lovey man, and liked to be constantly glued together.

A soft knock at the door, because Kane had already figured that Finn was probably waiting in his arm chair, where he normally sat, which was in the living room, which was right to the side of the entrance. Right in front of the entrance was the stairs to upstairs, and then to the left you had the living area, and to the right you had the kitchen. It was a nice house. Of course Kane thought it was a nice house, it was one of his favorite houses. And he didn’t have many of those.

Kane eagerly smiled as the door opened, and Finn probably would’ve pulled him into a hug if it wasn’t for the box that Kane was holding in his hands. It had become their greeting, a hug. Not an unusual greeting, but a meaningful one. A gentle squeeze of a side hug would do for now.

“I got a gift.” Kane said, grinning from ear to ear, staring at the box in his hands like it might get up and leave, while Finn closed the door behind him.

“What did you get?” Finn asked, already knowing full well where the logo on the box was from. His voice was soft and quiet, as if the two of them had just called it a night and were quietly murmuring to one another before nodding off to sleep.

Kane’s tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, just barely hesitating before the words came spilling out of his mouth. He stepped over to stand by the coffee table, gesturing for Finn to sit down, his smile growing impossibly wider.

There was curiosity in Finn’s eyes as he sat down and Kane moved to stand in front of him.

Kane handed the box to Finn. “Don’t open-!” Kane’s voice sounded like he might pop from eagerness as he quickly took long strides to grab a few things from the kitchen. And now it was Finn’s turn to stare at the box like it held the answers to everything that anyone would ask after the sun had set.

Kane quickly grabbed two forks, and came to a standstill as he aggressively pondered if he should grab a plate or not. Smoke was probably going to start coming out of his head if he stood there any longer and decided to grab just one plate. He shimmied his shoulders, trying to calm himself down a bit from his hyperness. As he stepped back over to Finn, it was quite hard for him to not relax, and for the first time during the night, Kane had felt a little bit of sleepiness and remembered what hour it was.

Kane silently held out one fork to Finn, who graciously took it.

And Kane just now remembered why he had done all of this, pulling his mind away from wandering four steps ahead like it had been. Kane set the plate and fork that he was holding down on the coffee table, and carefully grabbed at the box in Finn’s lap. Kane humorously struggled with the tape for a little bit before finally pulling the box open, and before Finn could even get a word out, Kane quickly swiped his finger through the frosting of one of the slices, and dabbed it onto Finn’s nose, who scrunched his face up a bit from the gesture. If Kane had the ability to explode from cuteness, he probably would’ve in that exact moment. 

“That- that is what I wanted to do.” Kane said as Finn opened his eyes again. For a few seconds, Finn had a bit of an unreadable expression. Which, worried Kane and gave him a bit of a sinking feeling in his stomach, because Finn being unreadable to Kane was not a very common thing. It certainly didn’t seem like a bad unreadable, just that he was about five planets away from wherever they were right now.

Kane’s eyebrows had furrowed, and he was about to ask if everything was alright, but before he could, Finn had carefully set the box on the couch next to him and gently grabbed one of Kane’s hands, softly pulling him into his lap. Kane did his best to try and not get flustered, and for the few seconds he was off-guard, his karma had caught up to him and Finn had swiped his thumb through the frosting of one of the slices, and then lightly streaked it over Kane’s nose. Finn got a very warm expression, one that made Kane ponder if perhaps it was possible for someone to glow. It was almost as if Finn had been looking at Kane with every emotion that he had ever felt over Kane. Which, in case you are a numbskull like Kane, was a very, very, intensely loving look.

Kane was just beaming that his- his-...(husband?)-that Finn seemed to have returned to Earth.

“It’s red-velvet.” Kane said.

“I’m happy.” Finn responded, answering Kane’s earlier concerned look. Kane’s expression softened and he cupped Finn’s cheeks in his hands with a carefulness like he was handling something that might pop. Kane leaned forward the few inches to kiss Finn on the forehead. Finn gladly took the opportunity while Kane was still oh so close to him to peck Kane on the lips.

Kane had already been calling Finn his husband for a very long time now, being so unsure of when to get married but knowing that he wanted to nonetheless led to an ‘indefinite’ engagement, which then led to Kane deciding to just start calling Finn his husband early. So, it wasn’t like calling Finn his husband was going to be anything unusual to hear in his thoughts or write out on something or unknown to his tongue and ears, but the new connotation made it feel different, anyways. It was like saying you were going to get your favorite treat for ages and you knew you already had it, but now it’s the day where you actually really have it right in front of you, not just in your reach or as something you can say. He was right there in front of Kane and Kane was right there in front of him and they were going to wake up tomorrow and possibly do the same old things all over again and Kane could not wait for it. He’d already started spending the rest of his life with Finn, but he still looked forward to it each day, like someone looks forward to getting home every day. It was something so special, something exciting and relaxing at the same time. Anxious and relieving at the same time.

[ohithankyou]

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[elisalsaa]

I have multiple half written to 95% completed HL one shots wtf why did I stop SO CLOSE 😭 will I ever finish them and post on here? Who knows idk how to even finish them ☠️

Meanwhile my main fic sits with future chapters fully written waiting for me to catch up like bro bahahaha where is the timeline 😫😫😩😩

[laurellala-comics]

there are two wolves inside of you. One of them is fretting that you went through all the effort of making a new art account just to pigeonhole yourself once more into a specific fandom, which holds you back from exploring original art concepts that you care about. The other one came up with three separate ace attorney comic ideas in the last hour alone and isn't stopping anytime soon

[muzzlemouths]

you said stay here, but i'm running out of air

[eryanlainfa]

Tried to finally give a design to some Tangled (series) OCs of mine.

They're all important people in Aiden's life (my main OC) so their descriptions are mostly built around him.

Alan and Edith are Aiden's parents, they're simple and sweet people, I dont have much to say about them. They're farmers in Old Corona and are old friends of Quirin and Ulla as they arrived in the Light Kingdom around the same time. They tend to keep a low profile but they're not afraid to take matter into their own hands if necessary. When Quirin is busy they tend to fill his role in his absence.

Laurel and Daniel are siblings, they're children of the family in charge of a prominant merchant guild. They both work in the castle at the moment, Laurel as a maid assisting in the physician office specifically, Daniel as a royal guard. Laurel is the eldest of the two and is aware of every gossip going around the castle, she knows everyone. Daniel usually finds people tiring and is rather focus on his duties.

Daniel is Aiden's best friend in the castle, he is usually assigned in escorting them when the young physician is sent to nearby villages for assistance or yearly check ups. However the two met when Daniel was still working for his parents, Aiden needed to pass command for specific herbs and Daniel was the one in charge of taking commands at the time.

Caroline is another friend of Aiden but she is from outside the castle. Officially she works at an inn in a nearby village. Aiden's mentor is close friend with her boss so they used to carry favor for the other, which resulted in Caro and Aiden meeting. Caroline is an enthusiastic and fun woman, she has a reputation of being overconfident but overall people enjoy her company and recognize her hard work.

Hubert is the current royal physician and Aiden's mentor. He was the only doctor who hadn't given up when the queen fell terribly ill, thus he has been the only royal physician for a while. He is known for being stubborn and sometimes reckless. Most of his students ended up sick of him and left to carry their practice elsewhere. At the moment he cannot wait to finally retire and is adamant on making Aiden his last pupil and successor.

THE END-

No, actually, I have so many more to do but its a start. I like them all very much :3 some things might change later (as always) but for now... there you go.

[rmelster]

I am going to seriously consider not going to high school the first hours tomorrow (practically just going for my two exams) because what an awful night I am having. Anxiety + tummy aches is the worse combination I could possibly have right now.