#aaand a bunch of other no names

[chaos-bringer-13]

Three in the morning. Time to read those seven articles for my tomorrow today history lectures. Gonna pretend that I watched those three episodes of a TV program I was supposed to watch for the same history lectures. Think I study history? WRONG. Programming.

[niteshade925]

April 20, Beijing, China, National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆 (Part 1 - Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展):

Aaand finally, the National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆! I was lucky enough to see the famed Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展 here. Some of you may recognize some of these pieces already, since pictures and shorts of them have been circulating online way before I went on this trip, but there are many many other pieces too. The pieces I post here are only a small portion of the entire exhibition, so if you ever get a chance to see the exhibition elsewhere in person, don't hesitate. This stuff is amazing.

First up is one of the two that has been gaining popularity online, the piece named 神话 or "Legend".

The first time I saw a porcelain piece like this, I thought that the clothing part was made with paper? But no, the light fabric of the clothing, the hair, it's all porcelain. Keep in mind when looking through these pictures: every part of every piece is porcelain.

This piece is the other one that was becoming popular, the piece named simply 纸, or "Paper". If you don't look up close and see the glossy surface, you can't tell it's actually porcelain. I cannot for the life of me imagine the kind of magic that was used to turn clay into this

Anyway, this is a good point to introduce Dehua porcelain a little bit. Dehua porcelain is a regional specialty of Dehua/德化, which is located in Fujian province, and is known for its expressiveness and white color. For this reason it's also known in the West as "Blanc de Chine" (French: "white of China"), and this should be the reason why this exhibition is named 中国白, which basically means the same thing. The history of Dehua porcelain goes back to Song dynasty (960 - 1279), and it is still being produced today. Many of the pieces I'm posting here are modern pieces.

But Dehua white porcelain can be colored too (I imagine the color must be painted on later, because the white comes from the clay itself), and when it is colored, it looks like it came right out of a painting

This piece is especially amazing to me. Look at the texture, look at those details. Zoom in and you will find that there are actually a bunch of porcelain ants on this porcelain tree stump. Porcelain ants. I never expected to use porcelain as an adjective when describing ants. Wtf. It's like a manifestation of a scene from an older animated movie.

Peanuts are called 花生 in Chinese, which literally means "flower grow", and because it also has a long shelf life, it symbolizes longevity and a happy marriage. Also a fun fact: because Watson of Sherlock Holmes is usually phoenetically translated as 华生 (huá shēng) in Chinese and sounds similar to 花生 (huā shēng), you will find that many in the Chinese SH fandom refers to Watson as "peanut".

This piece is titled 春色满园, or "garden filled with spring scenery". This is also a common 4-character word used to describe gardens in spring. I'm guessing the figure depicted here is one of the flower gods. It is one of my personal favorites because of its superb depiction of movement, it's as if the flower god will really fly away on clouds at any moment

More depictions of traditional Chinese deities, specifically Chang'e/嫦娥, the moon goddess. That moon rabbit is too cute.

Depictions of what I'm assuming is the Four Heavenly Kings/四大天王, based on the items they are holding. The Four Heavenly Kings are Buddhist deities.

Look at her clothing! That porcelain is so thin it's almost see-through! Also is it depicting Li Qingzhao/李清照, the famous female poet from Song dynasty? She does have a famous ci poem that's about paddling a boat in a lake full of lotuses while drunk

The piece titled 锦绣前程, or "future as vibrant and prosperous as silk brocade". This is also a common 4-character word used in well wishing. The figure in this piece is holding a xiuqiu/绣球, a ball made of silk, which was usually seen as a token of love

Somewhat more modern-themed pieces:

Among the hundreds of amazing pieces, this one caught my attention for its unique texture. When everyone else was trying to turn the clay into these thin sheets representing fabric or paper or flower petals, this artist took the noodle approach. Not many visitors seemed to like it, but I think it's pretty cool

Piece titled 运势如虹, or "fortune like the rainbow", also a 4-character word used in well wishing. Traditionally horses symbolize vitality and success, hence why many people use the words 马到成功 ("horse's arrival brings success") and 龙马精神 ("vitality of dragons and horses") in well wishes during Year of the Horse

Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Dehua white porcelain exhibition!

[tojicide]

SNIPER, SNIPER! ☆ LEON KENNEDY

summary. in leon’s line of work as a contract killer, weaknesses weren’t an option. luckily, he’d eliminated his… all except for one.

warnings. fem!reader. au. nsfw, smut, fluff. hitman!leon, ex!leon, jealous!leon, re4!leon intended. discussion of murder, guns, bullets, etc. a loooot of blissful ignorance. porn with some plot. pet names. argument. oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, missionary, unprotected p in v, creampie. wc. 5.3k

note. i tend to fuck up a nice “ex who is a raging munch” fic or two saurrrr this is basically my staple now :3

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Leon isn’t sure why he’s here.

He hasn’t ever bid on a target as sought after as the one that he has now acquired. The target was only described as someone who simply ‘knows too much’ about something they shouldn’t. Vague, he thinks, especially because they remained nameless, genderless, and description-less otherwise. It was odd, for sure, but it was the highest contract that he had ever come by.

As a matter of fact, he’s positive that it’s the highest contract that anyone in his position has ever seen, let alone signed. He’s sure that he’s ruffled a bit of feathers by taking on the job, especially considering that he was still considered fresh meat among the other hitmen that he was distantly familiar with.

Leon preferred to stay out of the unusual politics that came with the underground world, and that meant taking on the jobs that no one deemed urgent enough to complete.

(Plenty of drug dealers, a few sketchy nightclub owners, and an awful bunch of politicians who he is 99% sure put the bounty on their own heads to avoid the scandal that was unearthed about each of them no less than two weeks after they were found with bullets in their heads. He preferred those hits. All men, all guilty of something.)

Nevertheless, he finds himself here, perched on the rooftop of an upscale bar with his sniper rifle angled over the ledge. His scope was perfectly aligned with the entrance of the night club across the street, his right eye narrowed while the other was completely shut.

He sighs, tapping onto his earpiece to communicate with his teammate that was a few buildings over. Alexander.

(Alexander was a tech-nut. He was responsible for ensuring that the coast was clear, that there weren’t an abundance of cops in the area, and that security cameras of the establishment were looped continually in order to ensure that no one could suspect anything more than someone being at the wrong place at the wrong time.)

“Reread the target description that was left for me,” Leon quietly commands.

“Aaand what’s the magic word?”

He heavily sighs. For a job like this, he figured that working alone would be the best option, but with the more he learned, the more experience he gained, the people he met—he was proven wrong. A team works more efficiently than a single person, even if the other half of his current team was a bit… annoying.

“Don’t piss me off,” he huffs, shaking his head as he closes one eye to look through the scope again.

Leon can practically hear Alexander’s grin on the other end of the line as he speaks. “Alright, man, jeez. Your g-string must be a bit too tight tonight, but that’s alright, I’m in no place to judge you.”

Before the blonde can even react to that unsettling quip, Alexander continues speaking, only this time, he does what Leon asks of him. “Bounty, bounty, bounty… where is the darn thing? Oh yes, here it is. Okay, it says that the target will be wearing a blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks tonight…. and that’s it.”

Leon hums, mulling over the very few words that were left for him by the person who had posted the contract in the first place. He’d never killed someone based on the description of an outfit alone,  but then again, he’s never gotten paid this much for sending a bullet through a random guy’s brain. He’ll take it.

“Thanks,” he mutters, turning off his ear piece to drown out the voice of the male on the other end.

It feels like hours pass by in which all he does is stare at the entrance, watching as each attendee leaves the establishment periodically. Each time he saw the color red, he’d perk up, only to find that they were wearing jeans, or they were wearing a white blazer, which only left him feeling more annoyed as time went on.

And then, the door opens. He can practically feel the air flee his lungs as he taps onto his earpiece out of instinct. A blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks.

“Ooh. Pretty. We guessed wrong, didn’t we?” Alexander speaks through the earpiece, which causes Leon to raise a brow.

“What’re you…” his voice trails. His blood runs cold, his palms begin to sweat, and his eyes blow wide. “Holy… fuck.”

“I know right? Not only is she a woman, but she’s miiiighty fine,” his teammate speaks, his voice oddly humorous for the given situation. A moment of silence passes, and Alexander continues to talk, but he can’t hear a damn word.

Leon freezes like a deer in headlights as he watches you emerge from the dim nightclub with a man’s arm slung around your shoulder, though that hardly taints how angelic you look tonight.

Your hair frames your face so beautifully, so soft and feminine. The tip of your nose was flushed given the crisp night air that you’ve just stepped into, your smile was side and toothy as you walked beside a man that he didn’t recognize.

You’re gorgeous, is all he can think right now. It’s the first time he’s seen you since the moment the two of you broke up six months ago, and you look even prettier than when he pictured you each night to fall asleep. He dreamt of you often, but his lovesick mind was no match for imagining the beauty that you possess.

Suddenly, Alexander’s voice pierced through his haze, bringing him back to the current scene. “Earth to Leon? I get it man, she’s pretty, very much so. I’d hit that too if she wasn’t gonna die in like… two secs.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he hisses, his voice sounding just as venomous as he’d intended it to. “You aren’t going to lay a damn finger on her.”

“Woah, buddy. Big talk from the guy with a sniper aimed at her head.”

That is the moment in which everything clicks in the worst way imaginable.

It’s you. His target, the person who knows too much, the one who is supposed to die tonight—it’s you.

And then, he becomes acutely aware of the lines that are obstructing his view of you. His scope. The red dot in the center placed strategically on your temple, the bullet meant just for you waiting for a simple pull of a trigger.

Leon shudders, picking his head up. No. Absolutely not. Completing his task was not even a thought in his mind anymore, not if the target was you. His beautiful, sweet girl.

But he couldn’t leave the scene unscathed. It would raise suspicion, possibly even tie him to you in a way that you didn’t need. If he didn’t fulfill the obligation in some way, someone else would. He’d broken up with you to save you from all of this, and now, he’d unknowingly come here to make you familiar with his lifestyle in the worst way possible.

You were walking away, and it’s then that his trained eyes fall onto the man who has his arm draped over your shoulder in the way he used to all those months ago. His heart aches at the mere sight of you looking so happy in the company of another, but it gives him an idea.

Leon looks through the scope again, and within seconds, a loud gunshot rings through the air in the form of a thundering pop.

His jaw tenses as he hears screaming. They aren’t your screams though, because you’re not hit. They’re coming from the man you were with, because Leon has just lightly grazed his arm with a bullet.

He wasn’t insane. He wasn’t going to be killing anyone tonight, even if he desperately wanted to kick the living shit out of the man who is so close to you.

Well… was close to you. He isn’t anymore. Your date is writing on the ground all because of a flesh wound, and you’re standing above him with the most confused and concerned look on your face.

Leon can’t help but think that the man has no regard for you and your safety. For all this mystery man knows, more shots could be coming, and instead of trying to protect you, he’s rolling around on the concrete like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Such a man baby.

“What’re you waiting for? Holy fuck, uh… you still have the shot. Take the shot—”

Leon pulls the earpiece away, turning it off before she shoves it into his back pocket. He didn’t need to be scolded by anyone, let alone someone as useless as his teammate. He’d beat him bloody for how he had spoken about you if he weren’t already packing up his equipment to head over to your place.

He needs to check on you, first and foremost. He also needs to explain himself which was… going to be no easy feat, he supposes.

You don’t find your way home until about an hour later, keys jumbling about as you push it into the slot, twisting it with a tired hand.

To be shot at was not on your agenda for tonight, but being berated by your date for not reacting quick enough to help him evade a bullet you had no knowledge of was certainly not how you wanted to end your night either.

Annoyed, exhausted, and frustrated, you step into your apartment. When you begin to shrug off your coat, your body tenses. No. Fucking. Way.

“What the fuck?” you hiss, your voice rising in octave.

Leon stands from your couch, approaching you with his hands in the air, attempting to show you that he hadn’t come with malice. You knew he hadn't, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him.

“Baby, it’s just me,” he says without thinking, the pet name slipping out before he could have a say in the matter.

“Yeah, I know it’s just you, that’s the problem!” you continue, hanging your coat up on the rack along with your purse. “Are you out of your damn mind? I—”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I am out of my mind, and you must be out of yours for still keeping your spare key under your doormat. I told you to move it years ago.”

Your brows knit together. “You little— you know what? I’m not even going to entertain that. How about this? You leave, and we forget this happened, yeah?”

“Can’t do that,” he tells you with a shrug, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t do this, Leon, not tonight,” you huff, pinching your nose bridge. “I’m not in the mood, alright? I was—”

“Shot at?” he finishes your sentence. He immediately regrets it, pressing his lips into a line to keep himself from saying anything else.

Your demeanor falters at that. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes narrowing as you look at him from where he stands across the room. “How do you know that?”

He takes a moment to answer, his mouth opening without any words coming out. It spikes your frustration, so you speak again. “Damn it, Leon, how do you know that?”

Leon holds his hands up again, pleading his defense before he criminalizes himself entirely. “I was the one behind the gun, but it’s not what you think—”

Your jaw drops. “Not what I think? Not what I think? You tried to kill me!”

He shakes his head, his expression falling. “I didn’t, baby. I swear. Just let me explain, and—”

“You tried to shoot me in the damn neck!” you continue, your hand dramatically clasping into the side of your throat.

Leon closes his eyes for a moment, internally bracing himself for your outburst that he absolutely deserves. He opens them again, simply watching as you spew insults his way. He takes them without any hint of irritation.

“What the hell, Leon? Is that what you do now? You stalk your ex-girlfriend and try to kill her? Not only that, you missed. You missed! That’s almost fucking humorous, because how can you try to do something like that and then miss!”

Leon sighs, waiting for a moment to see if you try to continue, and when you don’t, he speaks instead. “I aimed for his arm, not your neck, or anywhere else that would endanger you—”

“Yeah, and you almost blew his arm off!” You’re more than aware that the statement was dramatic, but you don’t need to have any sense right now.

“It was a flesh wound, he’ll be just fine,” he tells you before he continues with what he was saying before. “And I wasn’t stalking you. Not knowingly, anyway. I would never hurt you. Not ever. Your date was just… collateral. I had no choice.”

He hopes that you don’t ask any more questions about that, because he won’t have any answers for you. It was for the better. All you knew was that his job wasn’t legal. It couldn’t have been, not with the copious amounts of money that rolled in while he hardly worked for half of the month.

The less you knew about what his line of work entailed, the safer you were. The further away you were from him, the safer you were. However, those last words now ring hollow.

“Look…” he whispers, taking a step towards you despite his brain screaming at him to leave. He couldn’t. Not when he was the only one who knew of your compromised position. “I know that much has changed between us. It’s my fault, I know it, but I can’t tell you anything more about my job, I just need you to—”

You need answers that you won’t be getting, and that sentiment alone makes you furious. When he gets too close, your hand moves to the leather harness that he has strapped around his broad chest, pulling a sharp-bladed knife from its sleeve. His eyes widen as you hold the blade up to him, his hands shooting up into the air yet again.

“You remember where I put my spare key, I remember where you keep your spare knife,” you taunt, the two of you standing so close now that he can feel the warmth of your breath on his face. “Guess we haven’t changed as much as you think.”

He huffs as the cool blade grazes his clothed chest, the metal so close that it nearly pierces his skin. Even then, you ensure that it doesn’t. It’s almost touching how you press such a sharp object to his heart of all places, he thinks.

Your situation is far more complicated than the both of you can handle right now. You have unresolved issues with each other, and that alone must be addressed before you can even begin to scratch the surface of the threats that now face the two of you.

“I still think you’re sexy when you’re mean to me,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side. “That hasn’t changed either.”

Was it the time for his flirtatious performance? Certainly not, but you were putting on a little performance of your own just the same.

You scoff, narrowing your eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

Leon shakes his head, his eyes narrowing just as yours did. “Disgusting? Oh, don’t romance me.”

“I’m not romancing you,” you huff with an eye roll. Your grip on the knife only tightens, but you have no real intention of using it. “I’m threatening you.”

He hardly finds you to be threatening. He’d liken you to an angry cat, but he wouldn’t dare voice that out loud. He’s letting you have your moment, truth be told. “Mm, even better.”

His calloused hand moves to shadow yours, slowly lowering the knife that begged to pierce his pale skin. You let him, which only gives him more incentive to pull it away from your grasp entirely.

He tucks the knife back into his sheath, moving to unbuckle the harness entirely. “Now. Tell me, who was that guy?”

A random guy you met on Tinder. “My future husband.”

You’re just trying to get under his skin now, and judging by the look on his face, it’s working. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at you, taking note of that smug grin that stretches over your lips.

He really just wants to fuck it right off you, but he doesn’t make that known. Not yet, anyway.

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head. “You gonna let him put a ring on that pretty finger of yours?”

No, you absolutely were not, but you’re enjoying this game. It’s what he deserves after scaring the shit out of you tonight. “Yeah, I am. Thinking about some baby names too, just for safekeeping.”

Leon doesn’t like the thought that you’ve just put in his head, not one bit. His hand finds your left one, bringing it up to his lips as he presses a kiss on your ring finger. “Huh. That’s what you want?”

You tilt your head, noticing how his lips linger on your hand for a moment too long. “You know what I don’t want? To be shot at.”

He hums, giving you a mocking frown. Of course he feels bad about that, but… you both know he hadn’t truly shot at you. Around you, yes, but not at you. His large hands find your waist, his fingers grasping onto the fabric of your shirt and slowly but surely, you find yourself being backed towards your couch.

“Answer my question,” he whispers, his voice now possessing a rasp that it didn’t have before.

You huff, willingly sitting on your couch, even though you’re doing your best to front as though you’re totally disinterested. “Why should I?”

He shrugs, his lips tugging down as he tilts his head. You watch with blown eyes as he kneels in front of you, his palms gliding over your thighs.

“‘Cause if that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.”

You tilt your head, eyeing him quite intently as his fingers move to the button of your slacks. You shouldn’t be turned on, but you absolutely are, and the damp fabric of your panties that he’s about to see conveys that pretty well.

“Give me what?” you ask, grinning slightly.

“A ring, a baby… both, neither,” he replies, his fingers hooking beneath your waistband. “Lift your hips for me.”

When you do just that, his eyes raise to find yours. He has a crazed look in his eye, one that you’re all too familiar with. “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll give it to you,” he whispers, leaning in until his soft lips just barely brush against yours.

Your eyes close, and you could have sworn that he was going to kiss you. But he doesn’t. When you open your eyes, you find him grinning. The same shit-eating grin that you love and hate to no avail.

“You just have to say the words,” he whispers against your lips.

You roll your eyes, your hand reaching out to rest on the back of his neck. He was already impossibly close, so all you truly did was hold him there. “I want to kiss you.”

Leon smiles, nodding his head in agreement. “Mm, like I said. Whatever my lady wants, she gets.”

His lips find yours in a searing kiss, his calloused hands smoothing over the soft, exposed skin of your thighs. Your lips move together in a gentle manner at first, as though you were allowing yourselves to get familiar all over again, but you were both quick to realize that gentleness was the last thing you needed.

Your breathing grows ragged as one of his hands cups the back of your head, tilting you just enough so that his tongue could easily slip into your mouth. The kiss was sloppier, messier, much more desperate. It was perfect, in your humble opinion.

His trails kisses down your cheek, jaw, neck… just about anywhere he could as he begins his gradual descent. His hands palm at your breasts through your shirt, and without hesitation, his hands grasp onto the fabric and yank it open. Buttons go flying about your living room, but Leon doesn’t seem to care with the way his face pressed into your cleavage.

One of his hands snaked behind you to undo the clasp of your bra, and the moment he saw a nipple, his mouth was already distracted once again.

“Leon, that was my favorite shirt!” you scold, glancing down at him.

He looks up at you with hazed eyes, sucking the peak of your breast into his mouth before he releases it to reply to you. “Was it?” he asks, his reply lacking any care in the slightest.

You nod, narrowing your eyes at him, but your front doesn’t last long when his tongue swirls around your areola. He reaches into his back pocket, tossing his wallet beside you.

“Buy a new one, shit, buy anything you want,” he whispers against your skin, his hands grasping onto your waist. “Tits are so pretty, baby. I missed you.”

“Is that all you missed about me?” you ask, a huff of laughter leaving your lips while his trail down your stomach.

“Absolutely not, no,” he murmurs against your skin, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your panties. He looks at you as he pulls them down your legs, and he presses his warm lips to your inner calves and thighs as he makes his way towards you again. “Missed everything about you.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s corny—”

“Sh,” he tells you, holding one finger up while he uses his other hand to slip one into your sopping entrance. Your walls clench around him, which only forces a chuckle to leave his mouth. “Let her talk for a bit, yeah?”

He hardly gives you a moment to reply before his head dips, his tongue curling up to stimulate your clit before he sucks on it entirely. He unabashedly moans into your cunt, introducing another finger into your entrance simultaneously.

Your head falls back, your hand delving into his hair to hold him impossibly closer to you, even though he seriously would get closer if he could.

“Sweetest pussy,” he murmurs into your heat, his voice rumbling against your wet cunt that he continued to eat like he would die if he didn’t. “Do somethin’ for me?”

You pick your head up to look down at him, nodding without question. He opens his eyes to look at you in return, pressing a kiss onto your mound before he turns around so that his back is now pressed against the front of your couch, still sitting on the ground.

“Sit on my face,” he suggests, tipping his head back onto the couch cushion.

He reaches for your hand to pull you forward, and you pivot on your knee, your front facing the back of the couch. He lays a light smack on your ass before he pulls you down the rest of the way to make you sit on his face.

Your hand reaches down, clutching onto his hair yet again while you cry out in genuine bliss. His tongue softens as he gives you long, deep licks into your pussy, wanting to taste every inch of you on his tongue.

And when your hips start to rock, he seems to be even happier. Much more incentivized too. He lulls his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it to let you ride his face as you so pleased. You made a mess of his chin, his mouth, his nose—he hardly cares.

(In fact, he doesn’t care. Not one bit. You might even have to pay him to care.)

“Y-You know,” you whine, grasping a bit firmer onto his hair while your hips continue to roll on his tongue, “I’m still mad at you.”

He nods his head, which only stimulates your cunt even more. “Mm, yeah?”

It felt so good. Everything about this was absolutely ecstasy, you can feel your eyes pricking with tears from how stimulated you’re growing.

“Yeah,” you choke out, resting your palms on the back of the couch to brace yourself. “I’m really fucking mad.”

Leon can’t help but grin, his hands brushing along the plush of your thighs. “I’m not too sure, sweetheart. Not with you riding my face like you love me ‘n all.”

“Shut… shut the hell up,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your movements begin to grow even more crazed the closer you get to your release. He was right, but that didn’t mean you had to admit that.

“Okay,” he complies, his eyes fluttering shut while he starts to greedily make out with your pussy, feeling the way you pulsate on his tongue. “Shuttin’ me up real nice with this pretty little pussy. Cum on my face too while you’re at it, pretty girl.”

Not nice enough, but you cry out anyway, your head falling while your legs tremble on either side of his head. “I… Leon, ‘m cumming,” you say through an airy moan.

His movements slow as yours do, his tongue eagerly reaping the benefits of its labor in the form of your sweet release. He lets out a content sigh, pressing a few sweet kisses on your inner thigh.

You slowly rise up from his face, and he turns around to face you again, licking his lips, not caring about the rest of your thin slick that coats his face. You chuckle, running your hand over his face to wipe it away.

“So…” he drawls, pressing a kiss to your palm. “You’re still mad at me? Tell me more.”

“Later,” you reply, hooking your finger into the loophole of his pants to pull him closer to you.

With a chuckle, Leon pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aimlessly on the floor of your living room. He gently nudges you until you’re laying back on your couch, his hands then moving to undo his belt.

“Ah, I see,” he teases, pushing his pants and boxers down in one motion. He kicks them away before he settles in between your parted legs, his hand pumping his cock.

You raise your eyes from his cock to his eyes, and you give him the most weary expression alive. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you say.

It’s been too long, you were certainly not used to his size anymore. Leon knew it just as well as you did, but he didn’t want to make you nervous by saying that.

His brows knit together as he leans down to kiss you, his fingers moving a bit lower to prod your entrance. “You flatter me,” he says against your lips, his head dipping a bit lower to kiss your neck. “No need to worry your pretty little head, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

You nod your head, one of your hands cupping the back of his head while the other rests on his strong shoulder. “Okay… yeah, okay.”

He nods too, moving one of his hands to meet the one that you have resting on his shoulder. He intertwines your fingers, pushing your hand back onto the couch while he uses his other one to slide his tip along your folds.

“I promise,” he whispers, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

He always has. Even after the events of tonight, you know that he always will.

“I love you,” you say without thinking. A flush rushes across your face, and you close your eyes in utter embarrassment. (Seriously? A confession of your undying love while he’s actively entering you? Time and place.) “I’m so sorry, I—”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he whispers, pushing his cock further inside of you until he bottoms out. “Mm… I love you so much,” he replies without a care in the world. “And I’m not sorry about it.”

Your eyes soften at that, and a small chuckle leaves your lips. “Well… that’s good, isn’t it…?”

His eyebrows knit together, laughing softly at your awkward reply. “You’re such a dork, baby,” he whispers, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your lips while he rolls his hips into yours. “A pretty one, though.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a kiss on your lips, and they stay shut, even when he opts to just rest his forehead on yours. “Your dork,” you say, a bit breathlessly with a smile on your face.

“Mhm,” he nods in agreement, a toothy smile stretching across his face. “My dork.”

Such a lovely interaction that you nearly forgot that he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, because the moment he falls silent, your eyes widen. “Oh, God…”

He smiles, kissing your cheek while he continues to thrust inside of you, his cock being swallowed whole by your pussy in a way that made him feel like he was finally home.

“See?” he whispers in your ear, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re taking me so well, pretty. So well.”

That makes you chuckle, but your laugh doesn’t last for long when the head of his cock rams into you even harder. Your hand smooths out along the expanse of his back, dragging your nails back up.

“You’re crazy,” you gasp out.

Leon smiles. “Crazy about you, sure.”

You laugh through an airy moan, tilting your head to the side as your eyes flutter shut. “Soooo corny,” you whisper.

He shakes his head with his same toothy grin, using his free hand to tilt your chin towards him again. His thumb brushes along your bottom lip before he kisses you, and it is just about the sweetest kiss that you could have ever asked for.

“You love it,” he murmurs in reply, a bit breathless as an overwhelming heat pools in his lower stomach.

You shake your head. “I love you.”

Leon clicks his tongue at that, giving your hand a squeeze. “And I’m the corny one?”

That makes you laugh, which makes him laugh. He loves hearing you like this, so happy yet so utterly ruined by the way he feels inside of you. He knows that the feeling is mutual, which only amplifies how much he’s enjoying this. Having you again.

He softly moans in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Pussy was made for me,” he rasps, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. “You were made for me.”

After a few more strokes, he truly begins to lose himself. His cock twitches inside of you, and he dips his head into your shoulder. “Mmh, ‘m gonna cum,” he rasps.

He pulls back, but you only pull him closer. It’s been so long, he hadn’t truly thought that you’d be okay with that. But here you were, his favorite girl. Always surprising him. “I love you, sweet girl.”

You nod your head, wrapping your free arm around his neck while the other gives his hand another squeeze. “I love you more.”

He grunts when your walls clench around his length, his lips pressing a longing kiss to your shoulder. “Cum with me, baby, c’mon. I need it, honey, please.”

You’re in no position to deny him or yourself. Your body trembles beneath him, a gorgeous moan ripping through the air while he buries himself deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum while you find your own release on his cock.

The two of you lay there for a moment, out of breath and entirely engulfed by one another. He slowly pulls out of you, pressing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, until he eventually kisses your lips.

When he pulls away, you smile up at him. You chase his lips once more, giving him a tender kiss before you lay your head back down.

“Now, as for why I’m still mad at you…”

note. yeahhh i need him bad in a way that’s concerning to feminism. anywhoooo interact if you enjoyed i rly like writing for him :D thank you so much for reading!

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine having deep discussions with the Whitebeard pirates

Ace: Have you ever wondered why the world government opposes people so far away from them, doing what we do?

Marco: [mutters] I wish you would just stop saying odd shit.

Whitebeard: well we're breaking the law, obviously.

You: It's a little deeper than that. It's because what many pirates do, is the same thing the world government does.

Marco: We are not similar in any way.

You: no, think about it, what does the world government do? They lay out a bunch of rules and if you don't follow them, they use violence to force most of the world into following them. And if a nation elects not to join the world government, or can't afford to join, they raid and pillage those islands and take their citizens as slaves.

Izou: On the other hand, if a nation does join the world government, they have to pay heavenly tributes, because if they don't, the Marines will raid and pillage your country. But if they pay the heavenly tributes, the marines will protect their nation from outsiders, like pirates and non-world-government-nations.

Whitebeard: However, on top of paying the heavenly tribute, the average person also pays local and national taxes, so it's a heavy burden for some countries.

Marco: Oh my gods, it's like a protection racket, that common thugs run, just on a massive scale.

Whitebeard: and, like many pirates.

You: they don't like pirates, for the same reason they don't like common thugs, because you all are muscling in on their turf.

Thatch: so most governments are just organized, and socially acceptable, thuggery.

You: Not all, look at Alabasta for instance, King Cobra has a lot of social programs for his people. Food programs and affordable housing for the poor. Medical programs that put a doctor in every village and a bunch of other stuff. The people should receive something back from their government besides 'protection'.

Ace: I know a lot of nations that are in the world government have a large lower class that they exploit labor from and bleed them dry with taxes, tolls, and fines. I can never forget what I saw at the Grey Terminal out of the Goa Kingdom's Great Gate.

Thatch: That's because in "normal society" they value wealth, and look down on and take advantage of people who don't have it. Meanwhile, in pirate culture, we value strength and look down on and take advantage of those who are weaker, like how we raid other crew's ships because we can, and they can't stop us.

Izou: [sighs] That's an oversimplification If I ever heard one.

Thatch: [steps into Izou's space bubble.] You got something to say to me?

Izou: I've been to both world-government nations and non-world-government nations, and I can tell you that they value both strength and wealth. It's just different classes value one over the other. The upper and more privileged class values wealth, and daintiness because they can hire the strong. While the less privileged value strength, because it helps them survive, because they don't have money.

Thatch: I know that, did you forget I grew up poor as shit, mister little daimyo's vassal-boy.

Izou: And I was a wandering beggar minstrel before that, also keep Oden's name out of your mouth.

Thatch: how about you fucking make me?

Marco: [hops between the two men and dramatically claps his hands together like a clapperboard.] Aaand scene, that was a brilliant performance, gentlemen.

Ace: it was almost hard to tell that you two are actually friends.

Thatch: [huffs] Alright, I'll take it back, I'm sorry Izou.

Izou: I'm sorry too

You: you all are too fighty.

Ace: bitch, you're the most stab happy out of all of us.

You: I am not

Whitebeard: Just last night, you stabbed Vista's hand with a fork because he kept reaching over your plate.

You: ... I did do that, but only after asking him to stop three times. Which is more than reasonable, he's a grown-ass adult, and he, and his fuck ass mustache, should know basic table etiquette by now.

Ace: and then you stabbed me for no reason, with the same fork!

You: that was for good measure, just in case you got any ideas!

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[regular-dog]

Hey @five-rivers, happy truce! I decided to go with your prompt about danny attending a cultural ritual or event, and themed it around the far frozen. My explanation for it got a little longwinded so I've included it under a read more, along with a little extra art!

(tumblr’s probably gonna crunch all of these up a bit, so click for better quality)

I'll be honest, I haven't actually thought out the exact details of what this event would be, just the broad strokes - I tend to gravitate towards food as a source of celebration in my own worldbuilding, and I guess that bled through here as well in the form of “ice = water = probable fish based diet = important fish event?”

During drafting I couldn’t really decide between “event centred around observing fish migration and/or other seasonal habits” or “Danny being invited to come fishing with Frostbite and the other yeti”, but honestly I think either of those would probably fit. Originally I had planned to have one or two yeti characters swimming around with him to make the piece more dynamic, but a surprise attack from a migraine kind of cut into my plans a bit and I decided to downsize.

...at least until I got annoyed by the lack of a visible ghost friend in the piece and decided to paint a “small” “”extra”” “””doodle””” which rapidly turned into a whole other Thing,

There are shockingly few ghost fish in the show, apparently, or at least I could neither remember nor find images online of any examples, so I just kind of winged it. Their design is partially inspired by a short story you wrote a while back, although I ended up drifting away from the zebrafish motif as I was drafting them. I started thinking of them as maskfish as a stand-in name, and then promptly forgot to think of a better one, so. Maskfish it is. Here's some random notes I made while conceptualising them, because I constantly have specbio on the brain and couldn't not think about it

Maskfish flesh turns an opaque pale colour when cooked, and remains translucent when raw

Their eyes are covered in a clear, hard exterior, and can be hollowed out and sterilised for use in various crafts; along similar lines I could also see their bones being used to make glues, paints, and other such resources.

Their cores are located at the top of the spinal cord, in the head; their mouths are located on the underside, beneath the "mask", which makes up the entire top part of the head, and is a singular piece of a shell-like material.

Though they aren't particularly agressive hunters, they also aren't picky about their food, and will generally eat anything smaller than themselves.

Aaand finally, here's a bunch of isolated scans, since procreate ate a lot of the fine details in the collaging process.

[zoolitsky-fandom]

MORE HEADCANONS BECAUSE I’M ALL POWERFUL

Please don’t get upset if you disagree with any of these!! This is just how I see the characters ^^ More context about the headcanons under the cut!

Nami

Transfem lesbian!!

Basically married to Vivi (who isn’t pictured but she gives me demigirl bisexual energy with a preference to girls)

CHUBBY BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

And she’s still beautiful and wonderful and Sanji still simps for her. Chubby people are gorgeous

She’s technically pale but tanned a bit from being outside so much

Aaand bandaid because she’s literally just a normal girl and is susceptible to minor injuries unlike the other weird built different ppl on the crew (aside from Usopp)

sPEAKING OF USOPP!!! She’s absolute besties with him like they talk about everything and anything and gossip and all that jazz. They’re so special to me.

I’m not sure if bipolar fits entirely, but there’s definitely something with her mood swings and the intensity of her emotions. If this is insensitive at all please inform me

Chopper

Agender aroace reindeer fella??? SiGN ME UP

Both male and female reindeers have antlers so I used that to my advantage because gender silly

I think Chopper uses they/he/it, but slightly prefers to be referred to by their name rather than pronouns

Chopper has attachment issues, but I couldn’t find anything other than avoidant attachment disorder (which doesn’t seem entirely fitting). But it definitely gets very attached to others when it trusts them and has a hard time moving on.

Also I just like to draw Chopper more reindeer-like than Chopper’s canon design but aside from that I don’t really make too many design changes? Just… floofy Chopper… 🩷🩷🩷

Usopp

Panromantic asexual!!

Down bad for Sanji (he has terrible taste /j)

I had a revelation after drawing this so Usopp isn’t actually cis lol- they’re a demiboy but in a genderfluid kind of way, some days he feels more masculine and other days they feel more androgynous

I have very mixed feelings about the hair highlights,, I lowkey might not keep them but it was an experiment

FRECKLES!!! USOPP HAS FRECKLES PASS IT ON PASS IT ON!!!! 💛💛💛 Bandaid like Nami because!! They’re literally just a normal teenager!!!

Usopp has anxiety and borderline personality disorder because the feelings of superiority and inferiority? The constant fear? Being immune to Perona’s ghosts from dealing with mental illness their entire life???

Luffy

Asexual grayromantic

If he had a partner it would be gay regardless of his own gender expression (I’m projecting because I feel gay when I’m attracted to anyone)

Genderfluid, some days they prefer different pronouns but most of the time they use all at once (also is this ironic bc Luffy can’t swim but is swimming in fluid pronouns)

King of the pronouns!!! King of the genders!!! Will steal your pronouns and gender!!! Watch out!!!

I gave her vitiligo on a whim to be 100% honest, but I feel like it’s very fitting and also very fun to draw ❤️❤️❤️

I only did a headshot here because I have another post with a bunch of other drawings of this Luffy

I feel like I don’t need to explain but Luffy is very very AuDHD to me

He has so much energy and is easily distracted and gets really focused on things and likes to talk about anything and everything

Sanji

Bisexual-est guy on the planet (loves all boobs /hj)

Down bad for Usopp (they have great taste)

Demiboy but in an interchangeable kinda bigender way, he’s just both enby and male at the same time

Darker roots!! Sanji’s body hair is always notably darker than his blonde hair so I decided on darker roots

CURLY/WAVY FLUFFY HAIR SANJI SUPREMACY 💙💙💙

Depression—WHICH THEY ALL OBVIOUSLY HAVE BUT

Depression in the sense it’s the reason he smokes. It’s a kind of coping mechanism.

It makes them dazed enough that they don’t have to fully feel their own despair

GIVE HIM HEALTH PROBLEMS ODA YOU COWARD. I KNOW HE’S UNREASONABLY BUILT DIFFERENT BUT LIKE

Imagine Sanji wheezing and struggling to breathe after a fight!! Emotional scene with Chopper trying to convince them to stop smoking!!

Robin

Pansexual

Married to Franky 💜💜💜

Intersex demigirl! Like- the whole being called a monster/demon her whole life and trying to find someone who accepts her is such a good (unintentional) metaphor for the gender discovery experience,,

GIVE ROBIN THEIR MELANIN BACK!!! I don’t care if it wasn’t their original colors… neither were the blue eyes but I’m giving both to them because they deserve it!!

I wanted to give Robin more of a curly hair texture but I was concerned it would start to not really resemble her. I might play around with it another time though and see if I can achieve something still recognizable

PTSD

Do I even have to explain that-

They are traumatized and get flashbacks and night terrors

Franky

Bisexual

Married to Robin 🩵🩵🩵

TRANSMASC. I AM THE BIGGEST BELIEVER OF TRANS FRANKY.

He was abandoned by his birth parents, he has a name he doesn’t use anymore, calls everyone bro regardless of gender, HE LITERALLY REBUILT HIS ENTIRE BODY-

Even though Franky’s a cyborg I gave him visible top surgery scars. I think he would show them off with pride and doesn’t necessarily need/want to be seen as a cis man. He’s just a man who once had boobs yk?

The underside of his hair is an even brighter blue because silly!!

ADHD—he hyperfixates like a madman and is also very loud and passionate. Also idk if this is an actual ADHD thing but like he’s super empathetic and cries easily? I’m like that too so idk lol

Zoro

Demihomoromantic asexual

Hopelessly, dare I say pathetically, in love with Luffy. I want to clarify that this doesn’t make Zoro less gay and this doesn’t make Luffy less genderfluid.

Also as much as I adore trans Zoro, I think the fact that he’s a cisgender feminist is important. So I headcanon him as cis.

FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO 💚💚💚

I can’t decide whether or not I like the striped hair,, I’m still on the fence about it lol

Covered in scars because he’s done so much training and fighting, I know they kind of look like something else but they aren’t, don’t worry

Idk why but I always give him a dark green undershirt

Autistic!! He has a narrow range of emotions, makes nonverbal grunts, super into swords, he’s blunt, follows routine, etc.

Aaaand that’s all of them! Phew! Thank you so much for reading 💖

Reblogs, asks, and comments are super appreciated!!

[styllwaters]

Mini art dump raaagh!! 💥

First image is an oc for my discord server's Space Station AU! You might have seen it floating around in the spec bio tag. Basic premise is a whole bunch of our sophonts living together on a giant space station named Karen. Si'Saak is a shore-dweller crawler working as a security guard.

Next up we got more server shenanigans. Just some silly doodles for a sophont theatre thing where all our aliens dress up as each other! Shown here is hypothetical masks for sea crawlers featuring @shuttlecarrier's geolings and @arkelyon's maanuls!! (who also helped me design the sea crawler armour lol ty MT <3)

Aaand lastly a geoling sona for the seal army. Really swag epic species go check them out right now

[scrunglepaws]

So, I've been watching/listening to TOS while I ink/color drawings lately...

Aaand I thought of a bunch of goofy things. I'm sure there are much better fits for these characters (other than Scotty!Tails- that's a given), but I just went with my first silly thoughts. And also characters I just like, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Tails as Scotty (will throw hands for his invention/ship's honor) - Blaze as Kirk (was really just thinking of her as a leader in general, but you know what... yeah. I can see it. Cool action hero. Random alien ladies all falling for her and everything- why not. xD) - Chao as Tribbles (they're cute silly things and uh... they also bud to reproduce, right? *knows nothing about chao*) - Eclipse as a secret Klingon (because I was going to make him Shadow, but-) - Shadow as Spock (it doesn't really fit, BUT they're both mixed species AND I originally had Sonic as the captain, sooo...) - Amy as Uhura (Amy is good at bringing people together, being in a leadership role, ect- so I feel like communications fits for her) - Kit as Bones (bro, there are like... no healer/medical type Sonic characters, unless I'm missing something...? So I just went with someone I like. Kit being a snarky lil turd is fun. Most everyone is a pointy-eared bastard, tho, sadly.) - Surge as the salt monster alien (pure silliness, slightly because of its connection to Kit's past so I could draw funni picture) - The Tornado as the Enterprise (eeeeeeh, sounds kinda weird as a name for a spaceship, but...)

Lastly, I quickly booted Sonic from being in Starfleet at all because... No way that free spirit would be enlisted in a uniformed organization. He's some freelance whatever doing his own thing. Maybe visits now and again to check on his lil bro and/or help out with something that aligns with his morals. Alas, lost the good ol' Kirk/Spock sonadow parallel, but oh well.

[heiayen]

one day, i know that you will be there kokomi & gn!reader

summary: "it was nice. you wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. you couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you." of late afternoon hours, libraries and friendships.

tags: platonic, modern au, reader is implied to have health issues. the experience of simply existing in the same space and forming a friendship <3 in general a rather cozy and fluffy piece of work

notes: hello. yes this is a repost because i realized this post just doesn't show up in the tags. buuut yeah this is a gift for @k4saneterritory for @astronetwrk secret santa, sorry for the double tag but tumblr is being a little ass aaand yeah <3 have a good day everyone!!

In the late afternoon hours, the busy life of the library was starting to calm down. Students were packing their schoolbooks and notebooks, finishing studying for the day. Younger kids, leaving with a bunch of books in their hands after spending the past minutes checking every single book for the one to take home, yet not being able to pick just one. An older lady holding an old, romance book, finishing her conversation with the librarian. Everything was calming down, the late sun shining through the curtains, dust visible in the sunlight, the smell of old paper filling up your senses, as you walked inside.

You walked to your usual spot, deeper inside the library and next to a window, and sat down on the plush chair. You took your books from your bag, pencils, water, and snacks to keep you awake and opened the heavy textbook, preparing yourself for your own study session.

It was your little habit, of coming here two hours before the closing time and studying till evening, in the peacefulness of the library and its comfort. That, and…

You noticed that with you, another person was coming during late hours. She was taking her spot near you, always planting different books on the small table and reading them, just like you, until closing hours. 

It felt… nice. You didn’t know each other, only by your looks, by her books and your textbooks, only by the way you two were. Always a constant in your life, always something to look forward to every day. 

She had long, pinkish hair with light blue ends that reminded you of cotton candy. She wore glasses on a chain, always dressed nicely but comfortably, and so many of her things were themed after ocean and sea life. And so were her books. 

Some of them were about life deep, deep in the waters of oceans, and some were not– those books were usually… about history. History of medicine, of military strategies, you name it. And another some were simple novels, the ones you saw your classmates read in their free time.

She seemed interesting. She seemed nice. You two never spoke.

She wasn’t big on bringing any kind of snacks, unlike you (it… was a library after all.) usually opting on just bringing water. She was already there every time you came to the library and you were always leaving before her, twenty minutes before the closing time. 

It was nice. You wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. Maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. You couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you.

It continued for quite a long time. Sun started to hide behind the horizon faster, fewer people were coming and spending their time, deciding to spend it in the warmth of their houses, the warm sunlight stopped shyly peeking through the curtains, hiding behind the gray clouds, letting rain knock on the windows. It was getting darker. One thing never changed.

You and that girl. 

(Somehow, you couldn’t help but think she looked like a mermaid if she was a human. It was the hair. The ocean motif everywhere. Her clothing. Maybe your sleep deprivation and tiredness from studying. The thought made you smile every time.)

It was nice. Really nice. A little comfort in your life that you needed so badly, somehow, a reminder that things weren’t so bad as you sometimes thought. 

You would pay everything and do anything for it to never change.

(Things did. Of course they did, because nothing in life lasts forever unchanged. But they changed for the better, you liked to think.)

It was terribly cold that day, probably the coldest day in the span of the last three weeks and, well, it was understandable because winter was already coming and of course weather was getting worse, but you still absolutely hated it.

You wished for warm weather to come back. Not only you had to wear fewer layers of clothing, but you were in general feeling better about your body and health and the cold, wind, and rain that was now greeting you everytime you left the school building was not helping you. A part of you wanted to stay at home, not go to the library and study preferring the warmth of your home, but you were going either way.

And to your surprise, the spot that was usually taken by the library mermaid (as you.. called her once, barely awake and full of dumb ideas) was empty.

You stared at it, feeling a pang of disappointment in your chest. 

It was still a literal miracle that she showed up daily for the three– almost four past months, one day wasn’t a big deal. Besides, the weather was terrible, so you understood her absence. Still, it did ruin your mood a little and yet you didn’t let it stop you from studying as always. 

Your teachers were giving you so much work, that you started to, jokingly, obviously, think about dropping it all and maybe taking a year-long holiday, somewhere on a sunny beach, away from the exams and tons of assignments. 

Not that you could. But you could always dream, that wasn’t yet banned.

You unpacked your stuff and took your usual place and you started studying. You weren’t feeling well, the pain and cold, still deep inside your bones were enough to distract you. You wanted to rest for a moment– you needed a rest to gather yourself up and continue studying, but this was not the comfort of your own bed, but a library. 

Instead, you decided to snack on the sweets you bought to keep you awake and continued to study. Writing notes down was easy, all you had to do was read the text, shorten it in your head, and write it down in your notebook.

You read the text for the first time. It barely made sense. You read it again, and it still made barely sense. You took a deep breath and gave it a third try, only to still not understand any of it.

You blinked. Looked around. With no one paying attention to you, you placed your arms on the table and placed your head on them, closing your eyes. A moment of rest surely would do you well, right? Maybe it wasn’t the smartest of you to take a library nap right after trying to wake yourself up with sweets– it kinda felt like going to sleep right after drinking coffee– but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it.

A small nap wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself.

A small nap meant five or ten minutes at the maximum of rest, not a good hour of sleep on the uncomfortable chair, with your head twisted and back all curved, begging for back pains later.

(There was a saying about naps, something in your head told you. You couldn’t seem to remember it at that time.)

When you finally awoke, you looked around and were greeted by a pair of blue eyes, with the smallest specks of cotton candy pink and a small, a little nervous smile.

“Excuse me, but I saw that you were sleeping and I didn’t want to leave you alone…” Her voice was soft, light, and she sounded a little shy, and– somehow very how you imagined.

Right in front of you was sitting the very girl with whom, for the past weeks, you had been sharing your late afternoon study sessions.

Her name was Kokomi, you learned. She was a high school senior, just like you. She attended history and social science class, but also took interest in marine biology. She had been using her free time in the library as a way to unwind, relax after stressful times in school, and she liked reading. She noticed you sleeping and was worried about someone taking your stuff, so she quietly sat down on the second chair and decided to wait until you woke up, in the meantime reading one of the books she brought with her. 

She was soft-spoken. You noticed that she had earrings in the shape of fins, in similar colors to her hair, with the addition of soft purples. You noticed a granola bar next to your notebook, one that you didn’t bring with you. It was hers, she said, but thought you might want something to eat. 

You didn’t study anymore that day, no.

But you did the next day, with Kokomi waving to you the moment you appeared within her sight. You asked if she would like to sit with you and it surprised her, but after a moment she said yes and you didn’t really talk, just focusing on your own things and… simply enjoying each other company.

It was weird. Maybe, no, not weird. New. Something you weren’t yet used to. You were used to sitting alone, not having anyone to talk to but not feeling lonely, knowing that someone else was here with you, busy with their own life but always here. Now the said person was next to you and you weren’t alone anymore, you had someone next to you and even though it was awkward at first, you didn’t really know how to talk– and neither it seemed like any of you wanted to talk much, actually– you… enjoyed it. 

Simply being next to each other.

With time, you started to converse. About many things, really.

It started slowly with Kokomi seeming like someone who doesn’t really want to talk while relaxing and you respected it, of course you did, but sometimes you would notice something about her, maybe about her books or maybe her beautiful, pastel and ocean-themed phone case and sometimes, you would talk. Sometimes you wouldn’t, deciding to simply sit in silence.

With time, your conversations became longer. About your studies, your interests, about the food you liked– you learned Kokomi didn’t like seafood– about your plans for tomorrow, about her own plans, about her books and her favourite novels. You enjoyed talking with her, the friendship between you blooming with each day. You enjoyed simply spending time with her when neither of you had the energy to talk.

With time, she started to bring you some healthier snacks than the ones you would bring, after noticing that your health was… well, a rather fickle thing. She started to remind you to not overwork yourself and to drink and eat, because with a tired mind, you wouldn’t learn much. 

(Those were the words of her teacher, she said.)

With time, you learned to notice when she was feeling down and needed some time to herself. You never tried to start a conversation during these times, instead opting to sit in comfortable silence and let her recharge. 

With time, you exchanged phone numbers. At first, it was just to notice the other if one of you would get late or wouldn’t be able to come at all, with the weather getting colder and the sun setting down even faster. But you also started talking more in general, sending each other things you were interested in, and even planning hangouts outside the library when you both had time, energy and the weather was nice enough.

In no way you expected to become friends with Kokomi and in no way you could ever regret it. It was a friendship you held close to your heart, in the gentle embrace of your hands.

taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat

[merethessc]

Small hc about Aftons?

I honestly think William hates dad jokes.  Unless Elizabeth makes them, then he can tolerate them.

I am a sucker for good ol’ tragic family relationships so, I like to think that William actually cared about his family, but obviously couldn’t fully show that, due to having some underlying issues even before starting the pizzeria chain. William was most likely the middle child in his family, always being left behind and not paid attention to, so he would do close to anything to get any spec of attention for himself (which really boils down to an inferiority complex that leads him down a path of a showman/business dude).

 He can’t really show affection other than through gifts or little things he does for his children. Like his kids were always stacked with toys, had food on their plates, clothes to wear and the craziest birthday parties you can imagine with half of town coming to celebrate only you. With this crazy crowd giving you all the attention you could ever ask for, something Will himself never had. But he would never ask if the kids ever wanted that, Evan for example would prefer to have a nice small celebration with his siblings and parents (yet, i don’t think Will could ever believe that).  William drowned in his work and of course with mrs. Afton being absent (mentally or physically or even both) he couldn’t take proper care of his kids, other than spying on them with cameras, aaand giving the youngest a freadbear plush with a walkie talkie he could use to comfort him (which is a whole other topic to tackle) 

William loves displaying his kids’ art at the restaurant! Out of three of them Elizabeth loves to draw the most, something she got from her mother, she even designed her own animatronic that her dad promised to make one day!

Elizabeth has a weak stomach so anytime she’s in a pizzeria the chefs have to make the best damn pizza they can, or they’ll have to talk to the big papa bear of a boss. 

Evan and Elithabeth have motion sickness, which Michael teases them a lot for, unless William is there, because William has the power to remind Michael a bunch of embarrassing stories from when he was a toddler. 

Most of the artwork and first design sketches were done by Mrs. Afton, she loved William’s ideas and doodled them. Together they both would polish those to perfection. That’s one of the reasons why Will hated when Henry criticized his blueprints and ideas for not being practical or possible, Henry is just unoriginal and uncreative afterall…

Afton brings home all the prototypes and faulty merchandise. The kids love it and mrs. Afton got tired of it after a while. Since the kids are the only ones who own those prototypes they immediately become envied by other kids. Eli and Evan are too young to be in school, so they show off their toys in their kindergarten classes. Michael mostly brags about it and always tries to get his friends some stuff too, so they can all be cool kids together. 

Michael is about 13 yo, Elizabeth is 6 and Evan is 5ish.

Afton’s and Henry’s name badges have little top hats that signify that they’re the owners

[ijosijen]

On the broader language family

I've narrowed down the 9-10 big important languages from my big macrofamily that I want to work on. I'll still probably have to cover the others at least to some extent ('cause, you know, language family), but these are the ones I want to detail in depth.

First off: Quick sketch of the over-all family. It's had a bunch of names but I've generally settled on "Auray-Gavellian," named so after its two largest branches by number of speakers. By the "modern day," I'd throw out maybe 60% Gavellian > 30% Aurayin > 10% everything else. Mmaybe. I might have to revise those numbers here and there.

The speaker-dominance of the Gavellian languages is a really recent thing, too. I'm rolling with P.A.G's big split being around 4000 years back, but Gavellian only started to expand and overtake the Aurayin langs a couple of centuries before the present.

But I digress.

On the Aurayin side of the split we've got a huge dialect continuum across Western Gavel + some Tocharian-style splinters over in the east. The big languages of interest here are Raiyeo, the classical standard around the River Sage c. the early centuries A.P, and Orsyepok, the common standard spoken by the Orcs that mainly inhabited the area through to the present. Orsyepok is the first Wynnlang I did, you can find a link to a drive PDF documentation on my blog's sidebar.

It's. Okay. I'm a lot better at conlanging now and plan to re-do it in the future. In the far future, probably, seeing as I've got all these other languages on my plate.

A small independent branch of the big Auray-Gavellian family is Liesyu, a hyper-conservative up-in-the-mountains sort of language. It'll survive for an insane amount of time as an eventual liturgical language, but its big modern descendent is Aldorei Creole, the other half of which descends from Old Gavellian.

And speaking of Old Gavellian and its descendends: I'm mainly interested in doing into detail on three: The first is High Gavellian, an odd pseudo-archaicised prestige tongue. It's my current project. The second is the koine-descended Standard Gavellian. the largest language on the continent in the modern day (if not by native speakers), Standard is effectively High Gavellian's replacement in the modern time period. Lastly, Llevic, a really early branch-off from Old Gavellian that survived where many of its siblings did not. In fairness, Llevic did this by migrating west and obliterating a huge number of Aurayin dialects.

All the way over in the east, you've got the East Gavellian Sprachbund, composed of language isolate Vindalic, East Aurayin language Hobgoblin (still doesn't have a proper endonym), the whole situation with the independent(?) Dwarvish languages, all in melange with a late influx of Standard Gavellian. This is the areal effects wonderland of the language map.

Aaand that's the main stuff I want to cover. There are tons of other languages in this mess (it's really big. i will be working on it until i die.) but in terms of major langs and lang families with tons of speakers and a large amount of uniqueness those are the ones.

[zappedbyzabka]

Joanie becomes a model during high school. Gets to wear all the fashionable clothes, walk on stages, and everyone wants her on their arm for every event and outing. People write songs for her, she gets to ride in fast cars, eat fancy food she doesn't like, but the best time she has is when she gets to go home and her cobras fall over themselves to welcome her home and please her.

As it should be tbh, she’s been through enough. And who could say no to that angel? (who's actually a devilish gamine.)

Like I said before, she makes connections. Knows how to charm rich people (and when she makes a mistake, smiling coyly or giving a pouty little “I’m sorry” can work wonders if they don’t know her personally.) Simply bewitches with her whole coquettish mask. Uses her manners when it suits her then goes home later and manspreads on the couch with a beer. (Is all that room between her feet tempting for her Cobras to kneel between? Always. Whether they want her hands caressing their scalp with a cheek pressed to her silky thigh, or want strands ripped out by her while they drown between her legs.)

She was scouted by modeling agents more than once.

Once at the mall when she was kicking it with the Cobras, and another time at a banquet.

And She was told often that she should be a model, but she usually just scoffed thinking people were either just being kind or trying to get in her pants.

Then she really started doing it, and boy did she grow a fanbase (and get some of her own money🙏)

Love letters from guys, girls, and those in between and over. It’s fun to be a heartthrob and tease.

But she also had to deal with the dark side of the industry. Creeps, blackmailers, the strive for thinness.

She runs wild at concerts. Every single rockstar she loved, she met, or tried to meet...which isn’t as hard when you’re a cute vixen in a bunch of ads, some where you’re in a skirted bikini with your mile-long legs out while beckoning the camera as if telling the viewer to come get her

( Actors too: probably Val Kilmer, Robert De Niro, Jason Gedrick, etc. The more she met, the more she could meet.)

Obviously, she’s had a song written about her, and the Cobras theorize that there’s even more she isn’t aware of but she thinks that’s unrealistic.

“You have four people—at the very least—that treat you like Cleopatra; is it really that farfetched?”

Le Mans...Jaguars...Porches... Every kind of car and scene—she loves the fast ones. She’s ridden with literal race car drivers and unsurprisingly, has been in monster trucks.

Livin’ the lavish life.

All these things, and still what she loves and needs most is the feeling of coming home to her Cobras and lounging in their love.

Aaand maybe she's got a secret wanr named Daniel who she wishes would contact her like all the other boys from her old school did.

[yurucamp]

I plan on (attempting) to make an RPG Maker game about traversing deep underground and finding a bunch of old ruins and other creatures. any advice for a newbie to RPGmaker and game creation?

hi! your idea sounds really fun, i'm excited to see what you make!!

i think the main advice-- and the one you'll read anywhere, because it's the most common issue that plagues new developers-- is to keep the scale of your project as limited as you can, that is, even if you have a grand idea, try to find the most limited way you can share a piece of it!

sorry to start off with a downer, i don't mean for it to destroy your motivation! rather, i think having an achievable goal will ensure that you're able to share what you've made with the world

for more concrete suggestions, rather than working chronologically (starting with your game's opening), start by playing around and making a few maps for the middle of the game that you can easily switch out-- it took me a while to figure out what mapping style i liked and i tossed a bunch of my early work because it didn't fit the style i'd developed

if you just want to develop as a hobby, don't beat yourself up if you lose motivation, let it ebb and flow naturally rather than being something you try desperately to catch in a sieve. i think the spiral of "i don't feel like doing this today -> a year's work is wasted, i'm going to abandon this project" is quite destructive

aaand make sure to keep track of your variables and switches and give them reasonable names X-)

[h-didanart]

i need more informations about that sunrise arc theatre

(there's the word theatre so I'm approving it)

Sunrise Arc Theatre info tid bits coming right up!

There’s a lot of workers at the theatre, they like to place bets on how well received performances will be, they also just generally like to share stuff that has happened on rehearsals, like if someone keeps switching their lines up or they somehow keep pulling off a difficult step or if they made a really good joke and so

Both major plays share exactly one song that’s placed in basically the same spot, “Under Our Spell” for the first Takeover in both plays. Both pairs have their own choreographies, personally I like Clipsy and LE//Haunting’s the most, they synchronize for the choruses in a really fun way (sadly I have not drawn it so you cannot see what I see, but I swear it’s a very cool choreo, I want to animate it someday)

Moon is actually disabled, it wasn’t too much of an issue for some time but performing so much without looking after himself kinda led to him fucking up his joints a bit. This has changed his choreographies quite a bit, he needs to sit down often and sometimes his joints just get stuck. This led to the fans interpreting Moon’s near death at the separation with KillCode as having caused his issues

I think I’ve already said this but it’s worth repeating, the Stellar siblings are a chaotic bunch, they have healthy relationships and often look after the other actors during their breaks backstage

Hunter was supposed to sing a different song than the one he sang during the Second Takeover, but not only was the range too high for him, the song was deemed too long for a relatively short plot point, and thus he ended up singing “Someone Gets Hurt Reprise” a bit later than he was scheduled to sing originally

Sunset and Moonlight are fans of Sun and Moon

Lunar and Clipsy (swap Eclipse) are siblings, the Eclipses (Queso and Stars) are Haunting and Shadow’s (the swap Lunars) siblings.

Eclair and Ruin are twins

One of the songs for “The Sunset and Moonlight Musical” is there purely because of a joke I will make about a plot point during the first Takeover. The song is “Guns and Ships”

KC is small. The choreography team had to get creative when it came to KillCode’s appearances, there’s a lot of mirrors at play whenever he appears and the stage’s lights are kept dim to hide KC running around everywhere

Sun, Eclair, and Moonlight are friends, they like to go out for coffee and chat about their lives a few times a month

The workers sometimes throw together short-notice plays where they’ll be the ones acting and singing while the actors drop by to watch them. They aren’t very flashy, mostly just groups of friends making do with what’s available and having fun

Aaand I cannot think of more stuff at the moment, I hope this sufficed but feel free to poke for more at any point in time!

Now you get doodles :3

The friend group referenced above, Sun, Eclair, and Moonlight!

Notes on quick changes, these ones specific to the song “Better Way to be Bad” in “Get in Losers, Musical Edition”, characters included being Quasar (Lord Eclipse), Blue Moon (Evil Lunar), and Nightingale (Solar’s Moon)

Moonlight. I want you to guess which song he’s singing.

Hint: I’m taking inspiration from canon Nexus for his breakdown

Moon messing around with a ukelele they need for a scene later

The process of picking a name for the au and the different Celestial models!

And just for you! The scene that precedes one of Umbra’s songs in “The Sunset and Moonlight Musical”, dress rehearsal

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 46

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n is sick, so there's a lot of napping here. As usual, there are shenanigans, too.

Author’s Note: Ok so my aim rn is to post at least once a month :'D Let's hope I can actually follow through...

Hope y'all enjoy, take care! x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Although we left the tower from the main floor, Magnus brought us back through the teleportation hall. I’ve only ever been over here a few times, and it’s just as beautiful and dramatic as you’d expect a hall of cubbies with portals in them to look. 

Spotlights shine over each glowing floor crest. Dense ivy is climbing nearly every wall, because of course Magnus’ arborie extends down here too. Some worn-out, brassy plaques that once stated the location that each portal led to are fastened to the stone in-between each red velvet curtain, which are held up by golden rods. Some of them conceal the portals that they're intended to hide, and others are haphazardly bunched open.

As Magnus and I silently near the end of the hall, we both turn to each other. Something feels… weird.

“Do you hear that?” he asks into my head.

I furrow my brows, then shut my eyes, really trying to focus my senses. I hear… oh for fuck’s sake, is that— “Camilla?” I finish my thought back to the wizard. 

He sighs. His eyelids close. Takes a deeper breath, nodding. Mentally preparing for the confrontation, I assume. 

I wince, remembering how my other encounters with that witch have gone. I haven’t seen her much — just the day I met her, and one other surprise visit. None of it was terrible, I guess, but they weren’t the coziest experiences I’ve had to endure either.

My eyes widen as my thoughts jump to their next subject. Seb.

I whisper, “Fuck, she’s probably torturing the poor guy.”

Another sigh emits from my partner. Matching my volume, he submits. “Well, let’s get this over with…” 

I have to hide a grin. Is it sadistic of me to find his resentment towards Camilla kind of amusing? I mean, he’s typically so laid back, y’know?

While we quietly pad through the bookshelves and back to the room where we began today's activities, I try to focus on Camilla. Channeling my energy, and whatever… aaand…

Damn. Still can’t mind-read. I thought maybe the tension would, like, encourage it out of me or something…? I dunno. 

Maybe some other time.

Probably not.

Fuck.

Whatever.

A few more steps and I’m able to make out her words. She sounds just as unnecessarily sultry as I remember her. “Anyway, how have you been faring, tiger?” Tiger?! I stifle a laugh. “I never thought I’d see you around here again.”

“She must not have gotten here too long ago,” I observe into Magnus’ head, peering up at him as we slow to a halt just a few paces from the room our visitor is occupying. He nods in agreement. 

“If you’d like, you can wait upstairs. I won’t subject you to her if you feel uneasy.”

“Too late. Ripping the bandaid off!” 

Before Magnus can register what I‘ve “said,” I turn the corner. Camilla, probably having been fully aware of our presence for a hot minute or two, turns to me as if in cue. 

“Hey, sweetie~” God, does she have to say it so... seductively? I feel a light tingle in my cheeks and avert all eye contact as I offer a meek “Hi.” I see the witch peer behind me from the edge of my vision, and her grin turns more devilish as I brave her face again. “Razzy!!”

“Spirits protect me,” he murmurs aloud. “Camilla.” He pairs her name with a curt nod. 

She looks tickled. Camilla totally knows he hates her. She has to, I mean, look at them! The lady just knows how to make the best of it. I respect that, honestly. 

I look towards Seb, who looks absolutely exhausted. I wonder if he managed to get even a wink of sleep. As Camilla struts towards Magnus and I, with her focus plastered on the older wizard — thank god — I maneuver towards the couch and plop myself next to Sebastian. 

I can’t resist.

“Hey there, tiger~”

Seb deadpans me. “I will end you.”

I snort. “Sorry, jeez! You alright, love?” I whisper as he leans his head on my left shoulder. My corresponding hand instinctively draws upward, promptly running my fingers through his fluffy, pitch black hair.

He simply groans.

A soft chuckle escapes me, and I pat a kiss onto his forehead before dropping his fringe and leaning my temple against his scalp. I fidget with the shoulder of his shirt and shut my weary eyes, just enjoying the contact with Seb after today. There’s still plenty of daylight left, but I think the excitement combined with the wine has me feeling a little drained. I’m choosing to ignore the potential illness I might experience from skinnydipping in cold water and cold weather like a dumbass, good lord Magnus I would be so mad at you if I had it in me—

“You sleep at all?” I cut my thoughts off.

“Barely…” Seb grumbles, “By the time my body decided to cooperate with me, I had about 10 minutes before she appeared.”

“Hm…” I look up to the other spellcasters in the room, who have relocated from the doorway. Camilla still has her back to us.  “We can try and sneak up to Magnus’ bed for a nap while she’s distracted if you want,” I suggest. “Not sure how focused she is on listening to us right now, y’know?”

Seb sighs. Then, he nods.

“I’m sorry,” I invade Magnus as we stand up and tip-toe to the doorway. “Good luck down here. We’ll be in your room.”

I look over at Magnus, who peers towards us while Camilla focuses her attention to the long, glowy, fancy scroll in her hands. His face stays stoic, but his eyes light up at the sound of my voice; and as he nods his response, he offers a wink.

What does that wink mean? Was it just cheeky? Or does he think we’re leaving to, like, fuck or something?

“Don’t have too much fun without me, dear.” 

Oooh, he thinks we’re fucking. 

I’m pretty sure neither of us have any intention to engage in that — I’d envisioned more of a cozy nap together, perhaps — yet I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if the tables were turned from this morning, with Magnus walking in on Seb and I rather than it being the opposite. 

Phew. I need to think of literally anything else before I short circuit and walk into a wall.

I take Seb’s hand in mine as we wordlessly trek up the basement stairs and through the main floor. Feeling the new piece of jewelry adorning my hand, Seb raises it to his face as we walk up the next set of stairs.

“What’s this?”

“Magnus finally asked me out. Made me a fancy magic ring to go with it.”

“It’s about time,” Seb grins lazily, lightly teasing the absent wizard. “Looks pretty.” He presses a kiss to the knuckle just above my ring, lightly tugging me through the doorway to Magnus’ room. 

“You look pretty,” I quip back.

“I look like shit, actually.” He lets go of my hand and collapses onto the unmade bed, belly-first.

I wrap around to the other side — there’s more than enough room for both of us to sprawl — as I respond, “Still pretty.”

Laying down much more gently, I curl up on my side and away from Seb. “By the way, I might have a cold coming on, in case you wanna keep your distance. I don’t want to get you sick with how busy your work has been lately.”

The bed shifts slightly, and I feel fingers running through my still damp tresses. Mmmm this is nice.

“You two get caught in the rain or something?”

“No,” I sigh. “We went swimming…”

I head a light snort behind me. “Where the hell did he take you where it was warm enough to swim?”

“Bold of you to assume it was warm enough,” I respond, closing my eyes. Melting into the light scratches of Seb’s nails on my scalp, the feathery tugs to release the knots from my hair, the warmth of his fingers... “Same weather as here, basically,” I mention quietly, trying to break out of this comfy stupor. I sniffle and clear my throat before continuing, “It was a magical little forest clearing with a lake and waterfalls and stuff. Looked like it was ripped from Skyrim or some shit.” 

“Any creatures?”

“Only fish.” I hear a soft tut behind me and smile. He was probably hoping for some fancy new frogs. “They were cute, but I was secretly hoping a junimo or two would pop out of the woods to say ‘hi.’”

“I was banking on you meeting some fancy new frogs or something.” Called it! “That still sounds nice though. I’m glad you two had fun out there.”

I nod, scooching back towards Seb. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, tapping a kiss to my head. I hum contentedly. Use my feet and lower legs to shimmy the blankets onto me. Manage to get them up to my knees before reaching down to pull them high enough to cover the lower part of my face. God, they smell so nice. Like Magnus, but with whatever detergent he uses mixed in. Some cottony type of smell. 

I feel some shifting behind me, and then my back feels a little warmer. Seb must’ve tucked himself in too. 

“Comfy?” I murmur, already feeling myself drifting off. 

He hums an affirmation, and it’s the last thing I can register before sleep takes me.

_______________

I wake to a baritone sigh from somewhere across the room. I keep my eyes shut. Sniffle. Notice how crunchy my throat feels, how my spit is almost too thick to swallow. God damnit I’m totally sick. It happened so quickly, too… maybe something about the magic? Who knows.

My gentle alarm clock pads over towards the bed, and I hear another noise – more of a huff, maybe of amusement? – this time. More footsteps. The bed dips in front of me. I feel the warmth of something hover over my cheek, as if hesitating, before it softly rests there. Then, it relocates to my forehead.

“Hm…” I hum, enjoying the feeling. This is so nice. One partner on either side of me. I feel so pampered.

“Are you awake, dearest?” Magnus whispers. His hand drifts back to my cheek, his thumb soothingly stroking it.

“Mhm.” That sounded so gross. I clear my throat and try again. Comes out smoother this time.

He observes, “You feel warm.”

Still too groggy to speak, I respond with another hum. Maybe that was more of a grunt. I dunno.

“Are you feeling alright?”

I shrug. “Probably just a cold,” I answer. My head hurts and this is only making it throb more, but it feels easier to do this than to speak for now. “No big deal.” 

He curses to himself. “I’m sorry, dear. My kind has somewhat of an immunity to most mundane illnesses. I didn’t think twice before encouraging you to join me for a swim.”

“Worth it.” Now that I know I probably can’t get Magnus sick, I remove my hand from under the covers, reaching blindly in his direction. When I feel his shirt in my grasp, I tug it, and with a quiet chuckle he nudges closer to me.

Probably not wanting to disturb Seb, he responds back into my head. “It was not worth it,” he lightly scolds. “I never want you to feel unwell for my sake.”

“It’s worth it to meee.” 

A voiceless chuckle escapes through his noise. “You’re silly.”

“I know. Now shut up and nap with is.”

“So demanding.”

I’m unsure if he’s watching me, but I raise a finger to my lips anyway. “Shhh.”

“Alright, alright.” A beat passes. “Actually...”

The bed shifts again as I feel the body in front of me vanish. I gather the strength to open my eyes, furrowing my brows as I glare up at him between two narrow slits. “That’s not napping,” I pout. 

Another chuckle under his breath. “I’m going to make some soup.” 

“Hmm.” I sigh, shutting my eyes again and scooting back a little more. Seb’s unconscious form tightens its hold around me. ”Fine… thank you, love.”

“Of course, my heart. Please keep resting – I will come get you two when it’s done.”

I nod, hoping he’s still looking. His light steps grow quieter, and the door shuts again. Seb exhales behind me. 

His voice groggy from sleep, he murmurs, “Oh my god dude, his face was so close to mine.”

I chuckle. “Sorry if we woke you up.” I answer verbally, then decide that it’s easier to keep at it telepathically. I feel so… eugh.

“Sorry if you can feel my heartbeat right now,” the emo responds.

“He had you that frazzled, huh?” I feel Seb nod, then continue, “Sounds like your feelings have evolved beyond just crushing territory.”

“You’re telling me…” His arm moves, his hand resting on my forehead. “Hm. You are warm.”

I repeat back to Seb what I’d told Magnus, “Probably just a cold.” 

“You’re awfully toasty for just a cold.” Seb’s arm lowers again, wrapping back around me. “Why don’t I stay at the farm for a few days? I can help out while you get better.”

I can’t help the smile that curves my lips, but shake my head. “No! You have your own work to worry about.”

“I’m sure Magnus wouldn’t mind splitting farming duties with me. We both know he’s good with plants, after all.”

“He has his own work too.” My eyes are still shut, and I’m still facing away from Seb, but my brows furrow. “Besides, I dunno how cozy I am with you both doting on me so much. Feels weird.”

“Yoba forbid we love you, or something,” he chuckles. I join him, but not without lightly nudging him with my elbow. “You don’t wanna miss meeting Krobus coming to Spirit’s Eve because you didn’t take care of yourself, do you?”

I groan. “...Fuck you. I don’t like it when you’re right about things.”

“Too bad.” He kisses the crown of my head, then sighs. “Want me to go grab you some tea?”

I shake my head. Scoot back a little more, then tuck my top leg between both of his. Reinforcing that I don’t want him to leave. Deciding my head is pounding too much to keep talking to him telepathically, I clear my throat, then tell him, “Magnus is making soup.”

There’s a pause before he asks, “…Where?” 

I think for a moment. I’ve only eaten an actual meal here, like, once, and that was when Magnus disguised his home for Abby’s potential visit. Y’know, when he conjured a whole-ass kitchen into the main room. Other than that, we usually order in or have little treats if we’re hungry.

“Huh.” I think harder. He’s gotta eat more than just takeout, no? “Maybe he keeps a hot plate or two in his cabinets, or… wait, no, the outlets are all taken by his string lights, and he’d never turn those off…” I pause, lightly coughing and clearing my throat before I wonder, “Where the fuck does he make food?”

Sounding more confused now, Seb asks, “Where the fuck is his fridge?” “Does Magnus… does he eat when we’re not here? Do elementals need food?” 

I turn my head back slightly, and see that Sebby’s expression is just as concerned as mine.

Without a word, we both get out of bed – well, I kinda roll out more than anything – and head downstairs. As if to sneak up on Magnus – observe him in his natural habitat, if you will – we tip-toe down to the main room…

Aaand he’s not there.

I turn around and jog up a few steps to see the hallway. 

Eyeing the spiral staircase – which I assumed led to a room that was full of artifacts and shit based on the fact that I’ve never been up there, and because why wouldn’t it be cluttered with various arcane wonders? – I think out loud, “Does he have a kitchen up there?”

Seb follows me. I look up at him as he reaches the step I’m on. Unsure of himself, he squints and tilts his head to the side a little. “Maaaybe?” 

He looks down at me. Filled with determination, we nod at each other and continue our adventure through this absurdly stereotypical wizard tower, which we’ve spent plenty of time in without knowing what is actually up there.

How the fuck have neither of us thought to look or ask?

Whatever.

I sniffle as we mosey over, and get onto the first step to try and peer up. Sniffle again, big style. Sounds gnarly.

“Gross,” Sebastian teases. 

I nudge him. “You’re gross.”

Without a response, Seb steps up to join me. The top is dark. Can’t see shit from here. 

“Should we check?” I ask. “I mean, I don’t want to go anywhere he doesn’t want us to, but—“ Seb is already ascending. “Oh.” 

I follow him up, hastily catching up to his longer strides. For some reason my heart is pounding, as if something bad is gonna happen. Haven’t had any premonitions yet, so that’s promising, at least. 

We get to the top, Seb whips out he flashlight on his phone, and—

“It’s just a normal attic.”

“Oh.” That was anticlimactic. “Well…” 

Head lowered, I take a walk of shame back down the stairs. I was so convinced something cool and/or mysterious would be going on up there. 

When we get to the bottom, now in the small corridor outside of Magnus’ room again, Seb takes a turn into the bathroom. He closes the door, but talks anyway as he pees. 

There’s something heartwarmingly domestic about this. 

“You think he got caught up in some business with Camilla again?” he suggests.

“Maybe. I hope everything is alri—“ I stop my words short as I hear the front door open. “Someone just walked in,” I mutter against the wood. 

I can’t hear Seb’s response over the sound of the toilet flushing, and tip-toe a few feet over where I can see the culprit. My eyes widen, watching as the wizard transfers takeaway containers of soup into some bowls he had stored near his workstation. I’ve been hoodwinked! 

“Magnus Rasmodius,” I announce, ignoring the surprised little jump he does as he turns towards me, “What the frick is that?!”

The wizard’s eyes widen and pinken, his cheeks flushing to match. “Erm…”

Seb steps out of the bathroom and peers over my head. “Oh, you dirty, dirty man.”

I cross my arms and lean back against Seb, cheekily glaring down at the wizard. A short silence passes. 

“…I cannot cook.”

My brows furrow. I slowly make my way down the steps with Seb in tow. “What, like, you don’t have anything to cook with, or..?”

He shakes his head, eyes still pink as he confesses, “I don’t bother to keep much kitchenware handy. My cooking and baking skills are abysmal.” 

All the tea, ramen, and other things that can be made by simply boiling water are beginning to make sense.

“Do you just buy takeout every day then?” Seb asks. 

With his brows lowered and his bottom lip being thoroughly chewed, Magnus diverts his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!” I frown. “I wouldn’t mind cooking for you. Or with you, I mean, I could teach you a little.” 

“Is it not an utter embarrassment, though? To meet someone who can’t cook, despite having been on this earth for centuries?” 

“No!” Seb and I both answer. He sounds just as passionately full of worry as I am. “I’m not surprised, to be honest,” Seb tacks on. “With how much of your life you spend working, there’s not much time to learn how.”

I nod in agreement. I shuffle over to Magnus. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I look up at him, my chin resting just below his chest. “Let’s try cooking together when you have time, ‘kay?”

Hugging me back, Magnus peers down in surprise. “Yes,” his shock turns into a warm grin, “That would be lovely.”

Seb walks past us, grabbing a bowl from the counter. “Oh hell yeah, is this pumpkin?”

“Butternut squash.” 

“Damn.”

“They’re both squashes, technically,” I point out to Seb. “You get this from Gus?” I ask Magnus, punctuating my question with a sniffle. He, more maroon-eyed again, reacts by placing a soothing palm against my cheek. I practically melt into it.

“Indeed. It is always intimidating to go there, but he is a pleasant man.”

Seb, nodding along as he swallows a sip, chimes in. “Gus fucks.”

I snort out a little laugh. Magnus tilts his head, obviously confused. He doesn’t question it though. Probably had too much slang for one day. 

“How does it work with, uh...” I vaguely gesture in Magnus’ direction, implying that I’m referring to his appearance.

He snorts, reassuring me, “He and Emily are some of the very few who know the truth of my existence.”

“What about the other people in there?”

“I teleport directly to the kitchen.”

My brows raise and my jaw goes slack. I huff out a laugh, turning my head and lifting my elbow to my face as it morphs into a cough.

Before I can pry further, Seb asks, “Does that not scare the shit outta them?!”

“They’re quite used to my presence at this point.” He grins, his eyes turning pink as he adds, “I’d like to think we have a fond acquaintanceship by now.” 

Aw. I hope they do. He deserves friends besides cryptids and gremlins and basement dwellers! And if there’s anyone here who I think would be accepting of Magnus based strictly on looks and vibes, it would totally be Emily.

Changing the subject, Magnus places his other hand on my free cheek, bending down to kiss my forehead. I tippy toe to help him out. “Now eat,” he orders, his irises burgundy again, “before it gets cold. You need this.” 

I nod, situating myself next to Seb as I grab the two unattended bowls, handing one over to Magnus. I hop onto the counter and happily sip straight from the vessel. Gus does fuck, god damn this is good. It’s sweet and salty and creamy as hell, with the exception of some toasted seeds floating within it.

The rest of the day after this is spent taking it easy. After finishing my soup, I nap some more – Magnus lets me borrow a shirt to sleep in, so I don’t need to keep getting all tangled up in my skirt and sweater – and I opt to head home when I wake back up. Magnus insists on teleporting me there, but I walk, wanting to get some fresh air.

I changed back into my own clothes for the walk, but brought the borrowed top with me, insisting I’d wash it for him. That was only a half-lie. No shit I’ll wash it, but as soon as I got home, I tossed Magnus’ tee back on. Too comfy to pass on.

Seb and Magnus continued their training as I made my trek back to the farm and into my bed, and about an hour or two after I situated myself, my partners were already forcing themselves into my house to check up on me. 

Fucking dorks. I love them so much.

After ensuring to them that I don’t need anything extra, and begging them to stop fussing over me, the two of them clamor into my bed with Cannoli and I.

It’s a tight fit, and not as comfy as cuddling in Magnus’ bed, but this fucks too.

[fen-the-space-dragon]

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Hi! My name is Fen and I use they/he pronouns. Neutral or masculine terms are preferred ^^

I reblog a lot of civil rights, equality, etc. stuff (big shocker), and also enjoy art, warrior cats stuff, and do a lot of reblogging random shit I think is cool or funny. (Also I really really really like animals they're so cool and I have so many useless facts about them please talk to me about animals)

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Ask me about something (ask respectfully tho. If you barge in here being all rude I might not respond)

Talk about a shared interest (I could talk for DAYS about warrior cats or animals in general)

@ me in fun tag chain things

Uhhh idk just say hi

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