#Through the Looking Glass rp

[findroleplay]

Hello! I’m Demon, 23, and I live in the EST zone. This ad will be short and sweet, as it’s really more of an interest check and a dragnet for writing partners rather than a thought-out and fleshed-out plot(I am hoping to share the building of that with you). I’m going to list a short number of requirements/preferences right now:

you must be 21 or older to roleplay with me.

I prefer a 3rd person/past-tense format. I write comfortable between 3-7 paragraphs but can often do more, if my partner matches or comes close to the length of whatever I write. Visa versa, I tend to match my partner’s length per post. My starters always tend to run long, however.

I love a mix of wholesomeness and angst. I am open to and very comfortable with various dark themes, as well as smut/ERP as long as it doesn’t dominate the story. You should know that my characters are submissive types, regardless of how meek or fiery their personality is. Further details can be discussed privately.

I play male/non-binary/non-hetero-normative characters and I also prefer MxM pairings. Very rarely, I will play an AFAB character, but don’t count on it.

I roleplay mainly on Discord, but can be flexible for various platforms.

Now, onto my list of pairings, these can work with original characters.

x our characters are merfolk/sirens x I play a merfolk OC against your pirate OC(historical fantasy plot, think Pirates of the Caribbean) x One of us plays a merfolk against a scientific researcher/journalist/wildlife photographer/cryptid hunter.

I just really like merfolk, mmkay? And pirates. I love pirates. In fact, let’s have more pirates.

x Pirate captain(you) against my French Navy captain OC. He’s a big barrel of fun in a very small, sassy package. If you write this plot with me, I will be your biggest fan.

Aaaand I’ve got some fandom pairings I really want as well. I mean, REALLY want. I’m going to put cute little stars around the roles I will play, if I have a preference.

x Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass(Tim Burton) human!Cheshire Cat x Mad Hatter

x Encanto / Coco Crossover Bruno Madrigal x Héctor Rivera

x The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link x Ganondorf

x Potterverse Severus Snape x Fae OC

x The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Dragonborn!OC x Sheogorath x Sanguine

And finally, some various fandom fixations just to throw them out there. Harvestella My Little Pony: FiM(I know, I know, but Luna and Discord are super cool. I would love a Discord to my Luna). Venom Outlast My Pride Watership Down The Addams Family(1991, of course, because… WHEW. DAMN. What I wouldn’t give to be in a wholesome and loving throuple with my healthy marriage goth icons).

That’s almost it. But, there is a post on my page that contains a Google Doc, as a bio for information relating to myself as a writer/roleplayer. It also includes a list of likes/limits for ERP and a writing sample at the end. Please do check it out if you would be so kind. If you like what you see here, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. If I don’t answer for a bit, it’s just because I’m sleeping or doing something, but I’ll get back to you soon. Have a lovely day/night~

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[heart-of-roses-and-quartz]

Hey all! Mod Via here! Tomorrow (in my time) is Shilou's birthday! Yes, his birthday is Feb 14th! Feel free to send him birthday wishes in ask! He'll also be sure to wish you a happy Valentines Day, too!

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[echoesofkoschei]

welcome to the fracture point.

"The mirror doesn't lie. It simply shows you what you're too scared to see."

an interpolation of the master from bbc's doctor who || portrayed by ncuti gatwa || named the mirror master || independent, indie & selective || mun and muse are both 18+

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This is the domain of the Mirror Master —

Koschei reborn, splintered and whole, a face you know but a soul you never will.

If you dare to linger, speak carefully: Every word, every whisper, might just become a crack in the glass.

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[your-local-grinning-cat]

Kibby: tis I~ Queen Kibby! I speak owo

[snowbell-glass-bar]

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Check out our brilliant services, which you can access all across the world! We're here for you at the beginning, middle, and end of your journey!

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[Attached to the flyer is a Sooth Bell. The collar is embroidered with the Daycare Pokecenter logo.]

oh my how adorable! i think i will give this to one of my pokemon. as for your service im unsure if i can find use of it as of now.

[jeandejard3n]

Alice in Wonderland | Ambient Music

[yvonnesrespite]

With trembling hands, Alice accepts the number on paper from Yvonne, and stares at it in shock before realizing she likely looks silly. "Oh- um! I'll text you right now so you have my number!" Despite her nerves, she's able to smile brightly. Scrambling for her phone, she sends a text with her full name. "I um..." Well she was about to be brave, just for one second, "Really admire you. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw. I'd... love to grab a treat. O-on me! Um. I- I'm free every other Friday! I'm- um. Thank you!!" And with that Alice is backing off, slinking back to her day job.

“I’ll text you with some days and times and we can work it out.” Is this how cats feel when batting at mice? Nah. Yvonne doesn’t exactly want to eat Alice like a cat to a mouse. To her, Alice is like a butterfly that fluttered past her during her cat nap. She’s curious and wants to get her paws on it. Maybe gently.

Ah. Alice is fleeing the scene? A pity. Yvonne giggles and tilts her head just a little to the left. “The prettiest woman you’ve ever seen? Hm. I suppose you haven’t looked in the mirror then. Come on, you’re like, really pretty.” More giggles leave her lips but it’s not the kind where it’s out of mockery. Yvonne just genuinely finds Alice adorable. “Take it easy, sweetpea. See you soon~!”

As Alice slinks off, Yvonne glances around quickly and then subtly blows her a kiss.

[mags2theythem]

Tweedles redesign 

[lunaria1]

Welcome to Wonderland (OCxOC)

Disclaimer

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[tetchinwonderland]

Intro since it won't work in my description

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[sleep-drunk-kitten]

pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship

content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!

summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...

notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD

I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^

Everything below the cut is NOT proofread

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  The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on. 

  9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work. 

  Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals. 

  A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you. 

  Waiting.

  Waiting.

  So much waiting. 

  After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt. 

  ‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’

  Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning. 

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  “What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you. 

  “I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”

  He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach. 

  You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly. 

  But still. 

  In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little. 

  It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell. 

  It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide. 

  “I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”

  You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”

  “Okay.”

  “Huh?” 

  “I’ll make it home on time tonight.” 

  His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. 

  It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

   “Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.

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  The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly. 

  It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix. 

  Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise. 

  ’Oh’

  It was his birthday. 

  That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time. 

  Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night. 

  ’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.

  ’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day. 

  ’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.

  The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it. 

  He’d really gone and done it now. 

  He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot. 

  He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted. 

  But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night. 

  And now… now you weren’t there. 

  He’d left you alone. 

  He’d left you alone too long and you were gone. 

  You were gone. 

  You were gone and-

  ’Oh.’

  There you were. 

  The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.

  He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision. 

  You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up. 

  Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place. 

  “Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs. 

  Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”

  Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?” 

  “Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears. 

  “Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?” 

  “Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.

  You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real. 

  He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should. 

  But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy. 

  You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it. 

  “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

  “What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”

  “No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you. 

  Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because… 

  “My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you. 

  Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling. 

  “Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”

  “I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”

  “That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”

  Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better. 

  Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further. 

  It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…” 

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  It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.

  Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms. 

  He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…

Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love

Pink Camellias: longing for you

Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me

[echoesofkoschei]

Hiya! Thanks for following me over on @incangencence! Before I post a starter for you, I wanted to ask if you’d prefer a first meeting or a pre-established relationship for Gene and The Master? Happy to roll with it either way, just let me know!

//I don't mind! Either one would do for me! I leave it up to you!

[eternlmoonshine]

crossing the line ꥟ luke alvez

summary: after you get mildly injured on a case, luke refuses to leave you alone and insists on driving you home. so obviously, you end up inviting him inside. just to be nice. no other reason. pairing: luke alvez x bau!reader warnings: very vague mentions of a head injury/concussion, they drink like one glass of wine each, and luke being incredibly and disgustingly smooth. i feel like that deserves a warning. wc: 2.1k words a/n: thank you to the aaron hotchner and luke alvez rp accs on twitter for that far right pic :P definitely helped with inspiration. masterlist.

The car ride was filled with the sound of the radio playing soft melodic tunes and the occasional hum of the tires against the road, but the air inside was charged. Luke’s hands were firm on the wheel, knuckles flexing every so often, and every few seconds, he’d glance sideways at you, his eyes sharp even in the dim glow of the passing streetlights.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d left the scene.

You sighed, pressing your head back against the seat. “Luke. I’m fine. The paramedics checked me over, twice, at your insistence, and I assure you, I will live.”

He scoffed. “Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it. You’re the same person who insisted that a sprained ankle was ‘barely anything’ and then refused to take painkillers until Prentiss literally threatened to bench you.” “Okay, that was one time, Alvez,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Luke shook his head, but there was an amused glint in his eyes. “Yeah, and that one time was more than enough for me to know that you’re proficient at downplaying anything and everything.”

“Aww, you care about me,” you smirked, tilting your head to the side. “Maybe.” The man exhaled through his nose, clearly exasperated by your teasing, but you don’t miss the slight smirk playing on his lips. “You just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?”

“Oh, so much.”

His deep chuckle sent warmth through your chest, and you allowed yourself a moment to just watch him. The strong line of his jaw, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way he always checked on you even when he pretended he wasn’t worried.

He was so easy to flirt with. So easy to want.

And that was the problem.

For months now, you had both danced along this razor-thin line between friendship and something so much more. The team saw it as clear as day. Garcia had started a teamwide bet on when you two would finally do something about it. Even Rossi, who rarely inserted himself into office gossip and preferred to observe from a distance, had once casually said at a briefing:

“When you two finally figure it out, just let me know. I’ll bring the wine.”

It wasn’t a question of if something would ever happen between you.

It was when.

And whether either of you would finally stop pretending.

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The memory of your first day at the BAU surfaced before you could stop it. You’d been nervous, of course. Not that you’d ever let it show, but it was the BAU. You knew what kind of ring you were stepping foot into.

And then, as you stood in the bullpen, silently taking it all in, a voice had cut through the noise-

“You must be the new recruit.”

You turned, and there he was.

Luke Alvez.

Tall, and devastatingly good-looking, with eyes that made your stomach do embarrassing things.

He had smirked- cocky- but not in a way that irritated you. No, in a way that made you immediately want to challenge him.

“I prefer special agent, actually,” you had said, lifting your chin slightly.

That made him chuckle, something deep and oh so warm. “Fair enough, special agent. Luke Alvez. Welcome to the BAU.”

From that moment, you two had clicked instantly.

Maybe it was the way you could keep up with his wit. Maybe it was the easy way he made you laugh. Maybe it was the way you could both hold your own against each other in playful banter without ever taking things too seriously.

But the flirting? 

That had started immediately.

And it had never stopped.

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Somewhere along the way, you and Luke fell into an unspoken tradition.

Whenever you beat him to the office, you brought him coffee. Whenever he beat you, he brought you coffee.

It was an extremely minor thing, something that the rest of the team hadn’t even noticed at first.

Until one morning, when JJ walked past the kitchenette and froze.

She tilted her head, then turned to Emily. “Did you know they have a whole coffee… thing?”

Emily, who had been watching the two of you banter by the coffee machine for weeks, took a sip of her own coffee. “Of course they do.”JJ narrowed her eyes. “So we’re still pretending they’re not into each other?”“Guess so, Jayje.”

That morning, you handed Luke his coffee with a smirk. “Black, no sugar, just the way you like it.”He took the cup with a smile as he stepped closer. “See, this is why you’re my favourite.”“Your favourite what?” You tilted your head, grinning.

He held your gaze. “Everything.”

He said it so smoothly, so effortlessly, that you actually stumbled trying to find a response.

He laughed, winking as he walked away, leaving you to glare after him.

“Asshole,” you muttered under your breath, but your lips betrayed you, curling into a smile anyway.

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Luke pulled up to your place, putting the SUV in park before turning to look at you fully.

“You want me to walk you up?” he asked, voice lighter now but still with that edge of concern.

“Luke, I barely got knocked out. I didn’t get shot.”

“Didn’t answer my cariño.”

Your stomach did a stupid little flip. Of course it did.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the car door. “Fine, come on. Since you’re so worried about me.”

Luke chuckled, getting out and following up the short path to your front door.

You weren’t sure what made you say it- maybe it was the warmth of the night, maybe it was the fact that this had been building for so damn long, or maybe it indeed was the fact that you had got hit in the head today-

But before you could think too hard, you turned to him and asked:

“Do you wanna come in?”

He blinked. “What?”

You lifted a brow, shrugging to feign nonchalance. “I have wine. Unless… you’ve got somewhere better to be?”

Something flickered in his gaze. Something dark, something interested.

Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at his lips. “I could be convinced,” he murmured.

⊱ ───────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ───────── ⊰

The door clicked shut behind the two of you as you stepped into your home, the low hum of the city outside fading into the warmth of your place.

Luke shrugged off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair as he looked around. “You know, I was starting to think I’d never see the inside of your place,” he teased.

You smirked, heading to the kitchen. “That’s because you weren’t invited. Until now.”

He let out a chuckle as he followed you in. “Ah, so I should feel honoured?”

You glanced over your shoulder, grabbing a bottle of wine. “Very.”

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed as he watched you grab two glasses. “I’ll try not to let the privilege go to my head.”

You rolled your eyes, though your smile was evident as you poured the wine, handing him a glass before clinking yours against his. “To surviving another case.”

His dark eyes held yours. “To you getting through it in one piece.”

“Oh, so now you wanna admit you were worried?” You took a sip, letting the warmth of the wine spread through you. 

Luke scoffed, setting his glass down. “I never denied it.”

You arched a brow playfully. “Mhm, but you evaded the question. Besides, you were hovering over me like I was on my deathbed.”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “You hit your head. You were on the ground longer than I liked. And if the paramedics had concluded you had a concussion, then what?”

You tilted your head, studying him. There was something more behind his words. A tension in his shoulders. Something unspoken.

You set your own glass down. “Luke.”

His jaw tensed. “What?”

“You don’t have to play it off.”

He met your gaze, something flickering in his eyes.

For a moment, neither of you spoke- the silence was tense.

Then, finally, Luke sighed as he ran a hand over his face. “I was worried,” he admitted. “More than I should be. More than I want to be.”

You swallowed. “Why?”

He let out a breath, shaking his head. “Because you-” He stopped, looking down at his wine glass as his grip tightened around the edge of the counter. “Because it’s you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. And then several more. “Luke-”

He lifted his gaze back to yours, something raw in his expression. “You know what I mean.”

You did.

Your stomach flipped as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter, your mouth suddenly dry despite the wine.

The air shifted between you.

Something that had always been there, present but unspoken, settled into place.

You licked your lips, voice quieter now. “Say it.”

Luke let out a soft, almost breathless chuckle. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

You nodded, taking a step closer. “I really am.”

He studied you for a moment, searching your face for something. Maybe hesitation. Maybe doubt.

But he didn’t find either.

He sighed, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his glass as his voice lowered. “You drive me crazy.”

Your lips twitched. “That’s one way to start a confession.”

Luke huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean it, cariño. Since the day you walked into that bullpen, I knew.” He let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Everyone knew.�� Rossi. Prentiss. Even Reid, and that man is oblivious when it comes to this stuff. Hell, we’re the only ones who’ve been pretending this isn’t happening.”

“What isn’t happening?”

Luke gave you a look. “Us.”

Your breath caught.

There it was. 

The unspoken thing finally given a name.

You inhaled deeply, exhaling through your nose. “Took you long enough.”

Luke blinked. “Excuse me?”

You grinned, stepping fully into his space now. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit it, Alvez.”

His lips parted slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to turn the tables on him.

You set your glass down next to his, then tilted your head, voice dropping just a bit. “So what are we gonna do about it?”

Luke let out a slow, almost exasperated breath, his fingers twitching at his sides.

After what felt like an eternity, he reached for you.

It wasn’t tentative.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was deliberate.

One of his hands slid to your waist, the other to the side of your face, fingers warm against your skin.

He hovered there for a moment, so damn close. His lips barely a breath away.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice was quiet, almost like he was giving you an out.

You exhaled, eyes locked onto his. “Not a chance in hell.”

And that was all it took.

Luke kissed you.

Hard, deep, like he had been holding back for eons, and the floodgates had finally been opened.

You melted into him, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer.

He groaned softly against your lips, his grip tightening at your waist. His other hand slid into your hair, tilting your head just right as he kissed you deeper.

And God, it was everything.

The months of tension. The teasing looks. The incessant flirting.

All of it boiled down to this.

You broke away only when the need for air became undeniable, your forehead resting against his.

Luke exhaled a shaky breath. "We should stop."

You hummed, lips still aching from his. "Why?"

His fingers flexed slightly at your waist. "Because I don’t wanna be drunk when I take this further."

Your heart stuttered.

Then, warmth spread through your chest, because damn it, that was the most Luke Alvez thing he could have said.

You swallowed, heart pounding. "You wanna take this further?"

Luke let out a soft chuckle, brushing his thumb against your hip. "Tell me you don’t."

You bit your lip, shaking your head. "I’d be lying."

Luke grinned, pressing the quickest, softest kiss to your lips before pulling back.

"Then let’s do this right," he murmured.

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Luke chuckled, low and rough. "Yeah, I’ve heard."

You kissed him again, softer this time, just because you could.

Then, after a long pause-

"Stay?" you whispered.

Luke exhaled, pressing another slow kiss to your lips before murmuring, "Yeah. I'll stay."

[lord-emerson]

[Today my Fallen London blog turns one year old! Never in a million years would I have thought this fandom would end up becoming so, so important to me. I've met so many lovely people on flumblr (including my dear partner) and I got to get back into roleplaying on a scale that I haven't been able to do since I was a teen. There's so many people I'd like to give shout out that I'm bound to miss some, but if we've ever interacted through tags, DMs, RP messages or discord servers, know that you are part of what has made this year special to me.

Here's to many more years of:

Oswald dazzling at his first Feast of the Rose (aka. the first drawing made of Oswald ever, made by @thedeafprophet!)

Oswald completing Nemesis and getting what he wanted (but not quite) (spoilery write up of his ending PLUS some amazing art by @letters-of-fire)

Being visited by an unexpectedly sweet creature of the rooftops (with art by @t6fs!)

Nudging Cavendish along on their gender journey (so happy to see them wear more dresses now <3 (with art by @cave-n-dish!)

Meeting and flirting with The Dandy Detective, whose mind seemed to be elsewhere... (with writing by @thedandy-detective!)

So many thieves getting their grubby little hands on Oswald's possessions

An enlightening conversation about jealousy with one Belladonna Grimm (Bella belongs to @compassinsect, art is by @letters-of-fire!)

A contemplative winter evening with some familiar faces (with writing by @house-of-mirrors!)

A slightly less contemplative encounter with an unexpected guest (featuring @viric-dreams' Ockham with art by @letters-of-fire!)

Darcy telling Oswald he fucked himself up Bad. He's going to Die. (with art by @waterlogged-detective!)

Then who could forget, Lord Emerson's Lonely Hearts Club! (now with art by @staring-at-my-keyboard!)

and of course countless, and I do mean Countless shenanigans featuring one very handsome bandaged gentleman that Oswald and I have come to care about greatly... shenanigans such as elaborate (sexual) mind games, processing grief together, stealing his glasses, breaking his glasses (damn, look out for those glasses Howard), swapping hairstyles and making out in Parabola.

Thank you for being here, FLandom <3 See you again next year!]

[snowbell-glass-bar]

Which of your Pokemon….

👽 has the weirdest origin story?

(i'm being late to the party i know. Also sorry if this was asked before, i don't feel like going through the backlog to check :3)

@koffing-time

i shall choose martini for such. Martini was found by me when i saw her running away from the direction it was found, after being a result of a unlawful breed centre, being basically a female gallade which is quite a rare mutation to have, they abused her to such horrid lengths. As a result the place was shut down on the spot by me and a few rangers i know of (if you're reading this Cath's team then hello i do hope you're fairing well.)

[jnephrite]

“SUPERBUG”

kon with the ladybug miraculous ��� he has adrien’s life (model, rich, villain dad…….) but the rest he is pretty much marinette with the personality ; a leader through and through and well …. has stalker ish tendencies (reference to tumblr rp kon LMAO)

i love designing this hell yeah, i kept superboy’s motifs like the leather jacket and the shape of his costume like the v part ?? he also has that as superboy

i didn’t give him and morgan domino masks bc those are boring and THANK GOD his shades are circle shaped so IT FITS . don’t worry the glasses won’t come off when he’s transformed !!

the scarf thing was supposed to be morgan’s but it was gonna be like one instead of two so it’ll look like a tail then i realised it’ll fit kon’s ladybug costume and make it look like wings :3 :3

i love character designing heh ill rant more about this lore next posts !!

find morgan as catastrophe here