#I promise it’s still in progress

[puddle1212]

I want so desperately to go work on chapter 3 of the Reth fic on my laptop but my bf is napping right next to me right now and he can never know I am capable of such fluffy and embarrassing fan fiction writing like I will take this work to the grave from anyone who knows me irl

[mothwingwritings]

I know a lot of people like to hone in on Sylus' more dominant and teasing side, and while I do love those aspects of him what I really really love is the softer side of Sylus that he only shows to you. ♡

The Sylus that avidly listens to everything you say, drinking you in with with a dopey little grin on his face as you fill him in on everything and anything happening in your life. The Sylus that lets you decorate his chic and mature office with all the plushies you have won together from the claw machine, looking at them fondly as if they were great treasures you have scored. The Sylus that will gladly wear stupid matching kigurumi's with you in public and have fun doing it, reputation be damned. The Sylus who absentmindedly plays with your hair while you are sitting together on the couch watching a movie, sighing in contentment as his long fingers massage your scalp. The Sylus who has memorized all your favorite foods and works hard to come up with new recipes to delight you based of what he already knows you love. The Sylus who's hugs completely engulf you, squeezing and holding you like a lifeline, almost as if he's afraid to let go. The Sylus who stays glued to your side until you fall asleep each night, even though you know his day has hardly begun and he has more important things to be attending to-you always take precedence. The Sylus that wants nothing more than to see you happy and thriving, and will do whatever it takes to make that a reality.

He truly makes me weak. (╥﹏╥)

[mohntilyet]

my initial knee jerk reaction to lucanis/spite saying "family, enemies, contracts" was bad because it felt like an oversimplification but actually thinking on it i really love that lucanis forces himself into this box to make things make sense in his life. family is unconditional, enemies are to be killed, but contracts is so. interesting... man who promises mila that he will find her father because he does not fail contracts. the same man who tells effe that he will kill her slaver because he needs to turn her from a poor young woman that he sympathises with, into someone he can make a deal with. it's not kindness, it's not weakness, he's just fulfilling a contract, and crows don't break contracts. if he kills a bunch of racist blood mages during that process, then he's not breaking the rules, just bending them. a very convenient excuse to be a good man while still being a crow and assassin. and of course when spite is forced into him, he gets out of it with something familiar! by making another deal! something he could work with, something he HAS to work with, because being just an abomination is unthinkable. if he can work himself out of this problem like he's done with every other contract in his life, in his mind maybe there's some tiny chance that this becomes another job that he can claw his life back from.

[somedecrepitcryptid]

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Every time I feel insecure about how I draw I just look back at my old drawings from almost 4 years ago.

[pink-toonss]

Figure drawing or whatever that i turned into christine

[holocene-sims]

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june 3, 2022 2:00 p.m. newcrest counseling

"i'm really happy to hear you think you worried too much, but what makes you say that? did you feel differently than you expected?"

"i did, actually. as i've figured out over the last week, doing the work to become a healthier person means i know how to better manage negative emotions. i often still default to seeing myself as the person who just falls apart as soon as i feel any emotion less pleasant than neutral. at first, when i was on the plane and then in my hotel room alone, i was battling negative thoughts, but i turned it around pretty quickly. to be honest, that was weird. i'm so used to having to completely lose it before i can recover. recovering at the first very tiny peak in severity is almost a miracle.

finding the good things, however small, to focus on last weekend was what helped me revert my mood and stop feeling icky before icky became horrendous. the negative thoughts on my mind, i redirected to the best of my ability. like, for example, okay, if i never fly an airplane again before i die, i'll just be thrilled i could do it for a few years. a few wonderful years is better than zero years. little kid grant never thought he'd survive past 18, let alone follow his dreams. if time travel were possible and i could go back and tell grant kid he flew an airplane one day, he'd never fucking believe it. so, i already won. nothing can take that away.

on that note, i'm historically not the best at being open to good things or experiences. i'm at least prone closing myself off to relishing them once they're over. i spent so long being lashed by the world with no end in sight that i don't trust goodness, you know? i expect people to get fed up with me or to hurt me. i expect the universe to screw me over. i also believe i don't deserve goodness, and i've thrown away good things myself for that reason alone. i think i'll struggle with those specific thoughts for a very long time, but i do know that i am learning move past them. i'm learning to believe i deserve better and to appreciate things more and to extract what i can from my experiences.

i realized i was moving past those thoughts for the first time after dealing with my ex and then cutting off my dad for the second time, but especially after my dad, and now i'm confirming the changes. i felt like hot garbage for weeks after that final conversation with him because i just did. reminding myself of how truly horrible he was as a father hurt, but after a while, i was glad i told him the truth, and suddenly, i had much more appreciation for the male figures in my life who were or are kind to me. a burden was legitimately lifted off my shoulders, and old me would have never managed to find anything positive in that situation, so the fact that current me did says a lot. if i can find something positive there, i can find something positive anywhere.

but hey, i'm not even getting to the most fulfilling part of why i felt differently than i expected. the wedding was genuinely great, and i ended up wasting no substantial amount of time absorbed in my own feelings, so i got to be present with my friends. even when i was pretending my trauma didn't exist years ago, i spent so much time stuck in my own head or my own body, always filtering every personal conversation through that lens, and you don't get how much energy and attention that soaks up until you can be fully present with people. of course, it helps that i knew all these people and knew i could relax and trust them, but still. it felt good to be able to devote my entire attention to celebrating them and their lives and not have split it between them and my own exhausting thoughts."

[desired-misery]

Serennedy Week 2025 | Day 02 Rural Spain

[Day 01] [Day 03] [Day 04] [Day 05] [Day 06] [Day 07]

It takes two more meet-ups for Leon to ask. Luis would say that is Leon not actually wanting to know, considering how long it takes him to finally pose the question, but after hearing the way Leon talks, Leon is cautious. Luis wonders— like he wonders often— if that is the way Leon is with everyone, or if this is the way Leon is with him.

"Do you miss Spain?" Leon asks after many minutes of content quiet between them, as sunlight dapples them both through the bright green leaves of the well kept trees.

Luis' wheelchair is electric, so he has no problem keeping up with Leon's naturally long strides as long as Leon stays on the sidewalk of this small park (he has learned the hard way he can't just off road on impulse). It also means Luis can still drink his coffee and walk— well, he doesn't walk much anymore. Roll?— so he theoretically had the excuse of taking a drink to get a few more seconds of peace, of no confrontations, but that is not what he really wants. He thought that maybe Leon isn't the type of person to talk about the heavy things if he can help it since it took so long to get to this question; that's what Luis wants to know, wants to learn. As long as Leon allows him to share his company.

"I miss what it used to be," Luis says. "A long time ago."

There it is again, a furrowed brow and a glance that says Leon is confused. Another pause, then;

"Oh. I was just—" Leon slows his pace so they can look at each other more. "I meant Spain as a whole. Not—"

"If I was in Spain, I was in Valdelobos. I didn't wish to stay, after…" Luis thought he would be able to tell Leon, to verbalize everything he has thought for years upon years, be able to speak about the worn tracks in his head that are carved in it like the ruts of ancient wheels, turning around and around— He should have never gone home. It should have stayed a hazy memory not meant for his enjoyment, darkened by—

"You studied in France, at Pierre and Marie Curie University." Leon says, what would have been a mild non sequitur except Luis recognizes avoidance offered as an olive branch.

"I moved to France, yes." And worked there, for far too long, when Umbrella picked him up early into his last year as an undergraduate.

"Did you like France?"

Luis looks up. Leon has his hands in his pockets— a leather jacket that must be a bit too warm for the weather, no suit this time, but still in nice slacks and a dress shirt underneath and shoes that aren't boots— and Leon is looking away, looking around at the almost empty small park, dotted with young children and mothers and the elderly. Scanning over everything, as Leon does a lot. Luis wonders if that's anything more than habit, something Leon has ingrained into his behavior so well. He remembers the foundational information set out about Leon in the hearing, the lines about Leon serving as both a soldier and a Secret Service Agent.

"I did," Luis says, quieter. It was years he thought he was happy— as he marched thousands to their doom with every step he took, every class he earned full marks in, every time he picked up hours to work at the laboratories.

"Never been," Leon says.

"To France?" Luis asks, surprised. He slows to a stop, and Leon copies him.

Leon shrugs. "Somehow haven't been sent to France yet. Nothing more than layovers in airports."

And—

Well, Luis has never been known to think all that hard about things outside of his quite narrow margin of interests— but it takes until this very moment for him to challenge what was said during the hearing is what Leon actually does for work. It is not as if people— and governments— don't lie.

"You're not Secret Service," Luis says, trying to smooth out the accusatory tone into something friendlier.

Leon's smile is faint enough to only be considered polite, but the humor in his eyes is real and way more obvious. "I got a badge and everything."

Luis is reminded of how Leon knew Ada; how everyone except for him seemed to know what the hell was really happening in Valdelobos— outside of the specifics of the medical sciences involved—

"What do you really do?"

Before Leon answers, Luis knows it was the wrong question to ask— damn his curiosity, showing up when it shouldn't and absent when it should be triggered. All amusement fades, flattening into that serious mask Leon wears far too easily. A mask that Luis thought was just how Leon was, how he interacted with the world, but these glimpses underneath are scraps Luis wants more time to admire, wants to coax out.

"Whatever they ask me to do," Leon says, and he is perfectly relaxed. Bland, flat.

Luis decides he hates that whole act immediately. "What about you, had you been to Spain before?"

Leon waits, yet again letting an extra moment of silence stretch out into multiple seconds. "No."

"Your Spanish is pretty good," Luis says.

Leon's eyebrows jump, breaking that fake neutrality. "No, it's not."

Luis waves a hand. "You probably sound much better in Latin America, so I won't fault you too much."

Leon hums. Small creases have reappeared around the corners of his eyes; Luis will certainly take that, take it and move further if he can.

"It's probably better than your French," Luis says.

The chuckle that rolls out of Leon is a pleasant surprise. Leon's far too beautiful lips curve upwards. "I hardly know any French."

"Don't go to France until you do," Luis says, smiling.

"I'll just take you with me," Leon says, easily— and damn, Luis considers himself pretty experienced in knowing if people— especially men as fine as Leon are flirting with him— but he cannot tell. And, he is starting to think Leon doesn't know if he is or not.

"If you keep buying me coffee, I'll tutor you" Luis says, still smiling.

Leon grimaces, and for a heartbeat Luis' hopes fall, but it is only because he thinks too fast sometimes and makes assumptions.

"I'm supposed to be focused on Mandarin right now, that's kicking my ass." Leon's slow glance over Luis would generally be something Luis would consider a rather forward hint, but Leon doesn't seem to mean it that way. "Unless you also know Mandarin?"

"Alas, I do not. If you asked about parasitology, pathophysiology, or organic chemistry, I'm your man. I know a decent amount of Latin and a smattering of Ancient Greek, since I decided that taking a few classes in dead languages would be helpful, somehow, other than the normal approach to just memorizing root words and word parts—"

Luis stops, because he knows he talks far too much. But Leon is still looking at him, attentive, with eyes the same color as the late spring sky.

"So you've got the North Mediterranean covered. And all my biology questions."

"I can pick up your slack in those areas," Luis agrees.

"How kind of you," Leon says. "They don't teach biology at the White House."

There it is, that deadpanned humor that Luis has seen snippets of before, that has been almost entirely absent in the few hours they have been together since Valdelobos.

And because Luis always wants more information, he flips the question. "Where can you take me to be my translator?"

Leon’s smile is just a twitch. "Very fun places."

"Oh?"

"The Middle East."

"Ah." Luis should have expected that answer— and perhaps it would be a place he could travel to still, but maybe a military man like Leon does not have the same kind of opinion about the Middle East due to personal experiences.

"North and South America," Leon offers in a lighter tone— amused, because it is not as if Luis needs help with any Spanish-speaking countries.

"China, in the future?" Luis asks.

That grimace again. Mandarin must be exceptionally difficult; Luis hasn't ever tried to learn it, or even considered it.

"Russia?" Luis tries, still teasing, thinking about geopolitics a little more.

A short, put-out sigh. "Sorta. Also need to work on that. I'm not yet conversational."

Surely what counts as conversational to a government agent is different than it is for the average person. "What Russian do you know?"

"The important things."

Luis waits.

"Like how to introduce myself, how to ask for directions, and how to tell someone to drop a weapon or they're gonna get shot. The basics," Leon says, paired with a half-smirk again.

"Is that what you learned to say first in Spanish? 'Freeze', and 'I will shoot'?" Luis asks, genuinely curious. He remembers noticing Leon reading things that were written in Spanish and he remembers switching to Spanish to see if Leon noticed— and Leon did. It took his brain a few seconds to switch over, but Leon did respond in Spanish, too��� with a "can we go back to English, please? It's faster for me" before Luis could press him too much harder.

"I started learning Spanish in high school, so no. It was all very normal vocabulary."

Luis nods. Spanish is a common language for Americans to learn. "Well, in my infinite generosity, I am more than happy to help you with your Spanish accent. And your French one, when you get around to it."

Leon raises an eyebrow. "You said my Spanish was good."

"For an American."

"Ouch." Leon smiles.

"You've read more than you've spoken it," Luis guesses.

"Yeah, always. I'm generally not in a position to hold lengthy conversations with people when I am abroad."

No, Leon was not very chatty in Spain. He was all business.

Luis appreciates that Leon is much, much more talkative now. By Leon's standards; to Luis, Leon is still quiet, but every time they meet, Leon talks a little more.

In Spanish, Luis asks, "Do you have time tomorrow? We can get lunch, and work on your fluency."

Leon's smile is everything Luis wanted to see.

"My schedule is open, as much as I know," Leon says, also in Spanish. "Do you have a place in mind?"

Luis almost defers to Leon's pick, since Leon said he lives in the area, but then decides it'll be better if he chooses somewhere that is also close to something he wants to explore. "I'll find something interesting for us both."

"Anything you choose would be interesting," Leon says.

And what is Luis supposed to think about that, other than the obvious?

[yzafre]

[tomaturtles]

IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over

Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️

[stargirl230]

Art summary 2024!

Was fighting for my life trying to fill in those last few months but I managed it without using too many wips or bday cards (rip september)

Huge ty to everyone who stuck around - pls know that I read all your kind tags and messages (often multiple times in disbelief) and that they always make my year <3

(no reposts!)

[gotchibam]

Heyo! Sorry for the sudden lack of updates ;-; I got a bit of momentum last week working on my backlog so I was able to finish quite a lot of pieces already :'D (around 18 maybe? yay meee 🥹)

Had to work on the easier ones first tho so they won't be in order according to the queue, but I promise I won't skip any requests! They'll be posted soon over the next few days ☺️

I still need to work on updating & getting back to ppl but on the other hand, I've also been able to work and finish a bit more stuff now so it makes me feel pleased & happy! ;w;

Also I did mention abt streaming last week so I'll try to do that soon while working on the latest batch of comms! Maybe later when I get back home or tomorrow morning (🇵🇭 time), we'll see 🤔

Thank you sm again for your patience & support, I truly appreciate it! ;w; <3

[yunyin]

What a year it's been! Not a ton of personal work but I feel like that's starting to swing back around, at least in my head!

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[speakergame]

YOU'RE STILL AROUND???? I THOUGHT THIS BLOG HAD BEEN ABANDONED

I'm still here, neither Speaker or this blog have been abandoned

but bro, I am Going Through It™

[honeygrahambitch]

"So, will he? Has se mentioned anything yet?" Jimmy asked.

"No but I am sure he will." Jack replied. "I even told Bella not to make any plans."

"I need to remind you that Thanksgiving is in less than three days. Stop being delusional. Or at least, ask Will about it." Beverly suggested.

"It's really easy for you, isn't it?" Brian walked into the lab. "No annoying relatives to run away from? If anything, the Thanksgiving meal is a ticking bomb more than the Christmas one."

"All it takes is for someone to pronounce the word "elections" and it's over." Jimmy agreed. "Wouldn't be bad to have a nice fancy quiet dinner."

"Then, again. Ask Will. But Hannibal would have said something until now, I'm telling you." Beverly insisted.

The three men disagreed but indeed decided that checking their suspicions with Will was the best option. That is why, when he walked into the lab, all eyes were on him.

"Good morning?"

"What is Hannibal doing on Thursday?" Brian asked and got not-so-subtly elbowed by Jimmy.

"What day even is today?" Will asked as he took of his coat, a bit confused by the question.

"Monday. Last Monday in November." Jack said and the others nodded. Beverly rolled her eyes in the background but watched the interaction regardless.

"I don't know. Isn't he coming here later today? You can ask him in person?" Will replied, remaining oblivious to the point of their question.

"Let me clarify this for their sake." Beverly joined. "Is Hannibal hosting Thanksgiving? Jimmy and Brian are running away from their relatives and Jack is running away from his wife's food...and from his mother in law."

Many unfriendly glares fell on Beverly.

"I don't know." Will answered innocently.

Disagreement noises followed immediately, all of them trying to argue with Will as if it was his fault.

"How so? Dr. Lecter likes this kind of things. It even has a cultural background that he can build on. And he doesn't have to make sweet potatoes with marshmallows." Jack insisted.

"I think the sweet potatoes with marshmallows are what made him decide against. It's an abomination." Jimmy said.

"No idea." Will lied, making everyone in the room keep debating reasons why Hannibal would not host the Thanksgiving dinner.

Should he warn Hannibal about this ambush? Should he just watch it happen? It would be hilarious to just watch it all unfold.

**

When Hannibal walked into the forensics lab, the same thing from earlier happened. All eyes were on him, which Hannibal did not mind and did not find peculiar at all. When the eyes remained glued on him however, he had to make a remark.

"Good morning. It seems like it's an urgent matter, may I look at the case file?" Hannibal said as Will handed it to him. The next second, Jack pulled the file away from Hannibal's hands.

"How are you celebrating Thanksgiving?"

Hannibal sighed. All eyes were on him. The expression on his face was daunting. The only one in the room who was enjoying the show was Will who gestured to Beverly to come next to him.

"I was planning to invite all of you over. However...My father-in-law invited me and Will to Louisiana."

"You could have said "no", doctor. You don't want that. Look at me running away from my mother-in-law."

"I apologize to everyone in the room. I could not refuse the invitation."

"You could have." Will finally spoke. "But you can't stand the fact that he doesn't find you perfect."

"There you have it." Hannibal said.

"Woah." Jimmy said. "Listen, doctor. I've been married for 20 years now. Your in-laws will never like you. It's a rule. Just accept the way things are."

"Hannibal is just being dramatic. My father doesn't even dislike him that much. Which is a lot coming from him and probably the best he will obtain."

"We didn't even have enough time to get to know each other. Besides, I will get to see your childhood home."

"There is nothing in that sentence that makes me look forward to this but I accepted for both of your sakes."

"So no nice quiet fancy Thanksgiving dinner?" Brian asked, just to check.

"I'm afraid not." Hannibal replied, second thinking his options. "What is with that look on your face?"

"Me?" Will asked as his grin became even more prominent. "You will have to see."