#laufe

[guillottiine]

[nkhluu]

Could you please draw Stip (Stan x Pip) if you don’t mind?

wow what a date

[pinkxpantha]

Mute in the Language of Love

- Lynette x FEM! reader

#: synopsis- Lynette is pining hard for her friend. A not-so breaking news, she's not that experienced in the field of love. But maybe you'll help guide her in this unexplored biome

#: cw- 1.4k words, you/her pronouns, winners love winning, canon complient, non-established relationship, mutual pining, fluff, reader is implied to work with reviewing books or something, reader implied to be older if you squint and look through a magnifying glass. cup'o'tea

Lynette didn't think of herself as the type to fall in love and fall so hard. As though an arrow was shot into her eye, blinding her of her own environment as she fumbled and was tossed by the world around her.

That swirling in her chest was unfamiliar, the rhythmic pulse of her heart felt as though she could feel the texture of her own ribs whenever she was with you. 

You were a fascinating girl, and you filled her mind more often than she'd like to admit it.

She'd be foolish to think she could keep her feelings hidden for so long, but she didn't expect to be found out so quickly.

It might've only been three hours since Lynette herself realized what that bubbling of her chest meant each time she stared at you. And it only took three minutes for Lyney to become absolutely insufferable. 

Any time she was with you and he just so happened to be in proximity, She'd see his teasing looks directed at her, small smirks flashed her way when the corners of her lips twitched upwards at something you said.

"Lynette, when are you going to tell her?" He pestered her at least once every day. 

It wasn't that she didn't want to tell you anything; each day she suffered in longing wondering if she could hold you in her arms and live with your touch always being available to her, too familiar to forget.

Yet she worried about how her words may come across, if it was too direct, how would you react? Do you like grandiose gestures? (as much as she'd prefer not to make her feelings into a public spectacle it was still an option.) Or would even a heartfelt note suffice?

But Lyney, the ever clever and somehow helpfully-unhelpful man he was told her to 'Just ask her'

Safe to say Lyney got a face full of pillow that night. (Look what you've done, reduced her into this immature mess..)

 The next person to recognize her love filled gazes; one that would commonly be interpreted by those passing by as almost soulless despite how drunk her soul was off of her love for you, Was her younger brother, Freminet.

He had seen the two of you walking down a pathway close enough to one of his usual diving areas to see that soft smile on her face, Lynette's gentle gaze on you as though you were the most precious being in the world.

It took three days for Lynette to even muster up the courage to talk about romance with you; and she didn't even bring the topic up.

It didn't take long to find you, as if an internal compass pulled her into your direction everyday. She walked up to the table you were sitting at, a book rested in one of your hands and a cup of tea in the other.

"What is that you're reading [Name]?" She asked, stirring you out of the focused concentration you held when reading. (Was it so bad she found it cute when your brows furrowed after reading a sentence a bit too quickly?)

"A friend recommended me this book from Yae publishing house," you said, slipping a ribbon in between the page you were reading, showing her the title of the book in your hands. "It's a romance but I wouldn't say it's all too romantic." 

She looked at the cover, reading out loud. "'Engaged to my Lover's possessed body..?' It sounds out of place for that genre, it's a bit...?" 

"Scary? Definitely." You finished for her, the curve of your cheeks becoming more pronounced as you smiled with amusement at her confused reaction. "It would be horrifying to wake up and suddenly someone you know well-- isn't them?"

Lynette hummed in response, "When you put it like that, I wonder how the author came up with that plot." To which you rested your head on the knuckle of your fingers.

"It really depends on how it's written. Good chemistry is good chemistry," you said before looking at the chair in front of you. "If you have the time, you can always have some tea and chat with me Lynette." You offered.

Lynette's ear twitched at your offer. She sat down with a 'Thank you' quickly feeling all her surroundings melt away into a fading background noise with you.

You went over to one of the staff, placing her order for her. Something you had already known by heart, Lynette liked the sharp bitterness of her tea, and she also liked a sweet aftertaste. Tea and biscuits was a perfect combo.

Soon you returned back to her, the sun coating you in it's rays as though it was accepting you to be of the same caliber.

In some ways you were the sun to Lynette. "Are romance books something you read often?" She asked as you sat back down in front of her. 

You held your position in thought, "Outside of reviewing books I wouldn't really say so. I definitely do have an appreciation for the romantic but its always better when you can see it on someone's face." You looked off into the streets of fontaine

Your eyes followed that of those walking together. Different pairs of couples with their arms interlaced with one another, "That look in their eyes, treasuring someone so much that they could stand out in any crowd. That's more satisfying than any well-crafted line of text."

Lynette wanted to beg you to look at her, to see how her pupils dilated each time she looked at you as if she wanted to take in your whole essence and keep it imprinted onto your brain.

"It sounds like you speak from expirence."  Lynette commented, a selfish part of her wanted to be the only one that could show you love on such a grand scale. But her love for you was unique in its own way. She would be the one walking with you as you recited poems from across teyvat that you remembered in that moment.

That love was hers.

"I guess you could say so, I have fallen in love before." You said after taking a sip from your own tea making her remember her own neglected tea. You turned back your head to face her.

Lynette hesitated, her mouth slightly parting as she asked, "If it's not too personal, could I hear more?" You nodded, "Of course."

"I love for simple reasons," You said, your hands folded on your lap as you watched Lynette. "They would listen to me as though I was the only sound they could hear." Your gaze dusted her cheeks like a feather, as if she could feel each movement of your pupils.

"And I watched them as if they were the only moving thing in a still world. " You said.

"Do you still love them?" Lynette asked, her words tumbling out almost instantaneously. Maybe if you were a bit closet to her you might've heard the waver of her breath or seen how her tounge rubbed against one of her teeth. 

 "I don't think its possible to ever stop loving." You responded, Lynette's breath caught in her throat, the vertebrae of her spine keeping it trapped as she looked back at you. 

How Lynette wished she were an artist so she could draw that fondness of your face over and over again, and feel her stomach explode and contort with each rendition. 

Lynette's mouth twitched into a small, barely noticable smile "I guess that's what makes absence hurt so much." She said.

You nodded, "Love really is a beautiful thing." You responded. 

The two of you sat in each other's company for a few more minutes, drinking into each other's presence in a comforting silence as you sipped your tea.

It was only a few minutes afterwards when Lynette placed her cup down with a clink, the empty teacup placed back on its holder.

"Thank you for staying with me for a while." You said, not finding something of substance to make her stay and talk with you some more, but also not wanting her to leave.

She stood up and gave a slight bow to you, "Of course. I enjoy your company." Those soft monotone words padded your ears in a comfort she probably didn't even mean to give.

"I'll see you soon?" You said to her.

"Yes, soon." She responded 

You watched as she walked off into the distance, her figure fading with each step. You let out a soft sigh, glad you could talk about love with her, even just for a moment. In three seconds you already missed her so.

I literally spedran this, it's 3:29 am and I have not proofread it, I will come back to fix mistakes tho 😁 trust ( ≧ꇴ≦)

its actually 1477 words but who's counting [proud]

[kkyos]

Some holy vicar ☺️

[fishtickets]

fog bob

tryna get out of art lblock cryin.g

[reylosaurus]

the acolyte spoilers

obi-ani saber spin? ❌

torbin twirl ✅

[daughterofhecata]

a soul to keep

on ao3 | on ff.de

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Three Investigators | Die Drei ??? Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Victor Hugenay/Jupiter Jones | Justus Jonas Characters: Jupiter Jones | Justus Jonas, Victor Hugenay, Inspector Cotta, Bob Andrews, Pete Crenshaw | Peter Shaw Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Getting to Know Each Other, Post-Prison, Abduction, Light Angst, Literary References & Allusions, Domestic, Trauma, Disability, Feelings Realization, Compliated Relationships, Age Difference, Conversations, Getting Together Summary:

Natürlich hat Justus nicht vor, Cottas Anweisung, sich den Rest der Semesterferien von Fällen fernzuhalten, zu befolgen - doch nicht einmal er hätte voraussehen können, dass er erst Victor Hugenay wiederbegegnen und dann Opfer einer Entführung werden sollte. Und er ist auf sich allein gestellt bei dem Versuch, die Hintergründe herauszufinden und gleichzeitig aus Hugenays Verhalten schlau zu werden.

[flipflopgamer01]

Hey @hjartasalt öhm are you named after bikes!?!?

[willgrahamscock]

vigyázz ezzel a sok face reveallel, ha nem akarod, hogy lerohanjanak a rajongók (ha valaha budapesten utánad kiabálnak, hogy 'miss cock!' az jó eséllyel én leszek)

don't worry I can't afford to go to Budapest so it's unlikely anyone's going to recognize me especially because I leave my house once a year. But on the off chance any of you see me, please yell miss cock as loud as humanly possible

[mtonino]

Im Lauf der Zeit (1976) Wim Wenders

[guillottiine]

fuck you *compresses your bloodborne bosses into tiny little guys*

[mnetn]

bernhard 😵‍💫

ça faisait presque 1 an que je cherchais ce film boooon dieu c'était long

edits entre deux partiels (j'suis à bout)

ça briiiille et j'ai ABUSÉ sur le filtre bleu mais j'adoooore (le noir et blanc était nul un peu) et puis j'étais obligé de faire cet édit sur for k part 2, ça relate bien 😌

je parlerai de ce perso dans mon livre hein 🖋

mdr ce semestre à la fac j'ai pris un UEO intitulé "mythes germanique", un peu déçue qu'il n'y soit pas inclus....

[richardarmitagefanpage]

New interviews with Richard and Jing Lusi about Red Eye for Bonnie Laufe and The Movie Podcast.

[solaradastra]

Tschüss, 2023! KdE war schön, FdG wird noch schöner!