#sameeee

[beginner-survivalist]

"I doubt he'd let any- anyone but you see him talk like that, Ell.." Chance likes to flaunt, yes, but would he really let all their cards be laid on the table for everyone to see? It's very possible, actually.

Their eyes feel heavy, probably exhausted by the crying from earlier. Their thought's feel like static, but they feel content all the same.

"Noob? Kiddo?" - @divine-swordsmaster

"Cr- Crazy story." Their head hurts. Tugging the sleeve over their infected arm in an attempt to make it feel better.

[jisuto]

[stardust948]

We should really talk more about that guard who watch Mizu slaughter his comrades and instead of charging her, used a decapitated head to retrieve her sword for her with a forced smile.

[wriokitty]

I can’t believe he let other people breathe the same air as him what a slut

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Jeanz' grin fded into a fond smile as she heard Cedric laugh. She loved that sound, he sounded so happy. "Aye, half an hour. An' ye didn't hear fancy, shush. Dun kick his ass, he was so excited after our talk." She let out a hum, glancing at the ring Lazarus had given her after she helped him. "It'll be nice 'avin' ye home." And she meant it, glad he thought of across the pond at home, he sounded so sure of it. "An' when I see ye, I 'ave more paintin's for ye. Tha ones I said I would do o' tha pictures ye sent me."

Jeanz' phone starts ringing.

The caller ID actually says something this time.

C. Morgan.

Jeanz looked away from the computer she was setting up, it took the tech people a day to get her a new one and she would have a shite ton of paperwork to catch up on the computer. She grabbed her phone, glancing at the caller ID with a tired expression. Which changed when she saw the name. C. Morgan. Cedric? A small smile pulled at her scarred lips, putting the phone up to her ear after she hit answer. "Cedric?"

[wejustvibing]

YESSSSSSS

[habitual-creatures]

Good morning :)

Im eppy lmao

Good morning!!!!

[copinglink-culture-is]

otherlink culture is having short hair (how people would describe a “boy haircut” short) but you were in your own little world and tried to tie your hair up because your link has long hair :’)

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[daughter-of-lethe]

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[mafiablr-confessions]

i need m!merc back so badly PLEASER WAKE UP I MISS YOU!! YOU CANT BE THAT FUCKING TIRED !!

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[pinkpastels113]

i cry a lot but i am so productiveee

[hrhzaratindall]

A clip from For the Many podcast

[catiuskaa]

atp if you end up finding out please dm me

𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

sum. felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

wc. 1.1k

cw. fluff! so many feels, my teeth are rotten after this

req! by my wifey @/stayconnecteed right here. won’t tag you twice cause you’re in the taglist lol. loved your idea! i’m so soft for felix ㅠㅠ<3

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

When he wakes up, the first thing Felix does is move his body right next to yours.

He basks in your now shared warmth with his eyes closed, and he smiles giddily, knowing that he isn’t hugging you so closely and tangling his legs around yours because of how cold he may or may not be. His hand slithers between your head and your pillow, and he can’t help but letting his heart flutter and creep with cheeky jealousy at the thought of your scent lingering in the bedsheets for days. He hopes his leaves a mark. But if it doesn’t, he’s free to come back whenever —your words, not his— and he sighs happily, still a bit sleepy.

With you now right where he knows you belong, not bothering if his arm will start to feel numb, he traces the outline of your face with his eyes, carving your face deep into his memory. Shyly, when he notices you stir awake, he closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He can’t know what you’ll do, and the thought has him weirdly on edge. But his heart swoons when the next thing he feels is your arms around his torso. Your nose brushes against his, and the effort he makes to keep pretending to be asleep —merely to see what you’d do, now more out of curosity than anything— and not let his breath hitch or the smile creep up his face is harder than he once would’ve thought.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

It’s a whisper that falls from your lips and strokes his whole body. It’s the first time he wakes up right by your side, and he already feels like he’s conquered the entire world. He’s just woken up, and whatever you two have got going on has been going on for a couple months now.

But today, this morning —your first morning— somehow feels different.

He’s a bit cheeky, and he doesn’t want to yet open his eyes again, loving how unrestrained your hands linger on him. He loves how your hands find home on the small dent of his waist, and almost as cheeky as him, you move his shirt up, just enough to trail shapes on the small parts of now visible creamy skin. He loves how it may seem like the paths your fingers create are mindless, almost an excuse to keep your hands on him, but as he holds back a smile, he can notice that you’re doodling on his back. Little stars that he knows can’t compare to those up in the sky, because those don’t tickle like how yours do, they don’t make you get as close to him like how yours do, they don’t make his heart flutter and swoon and giggle like how you do.

And —what he feels like it’s the most important relasation he’s had in the past ten or so minutes he’s been awake— he doesn’t love them as much as he loves you.

He notices how your fingers turn soft and tender, the pointy sides of a star changing to rounder shapes, and he’s putty in your hands, because those are shy and cute little hearts.

You sigh and move away from him, and before he can even open his eyes to pull you back, his still allegedly asleep figure gets a sheepish kiss from you.

It’s weird, because he’s kissed you so many times before, but this is different. It’s different, he knows, because for more than just the second the peck lasted before he hears the door in the room creak and your steps dim as you head somewhere else in your appartment, the room falls away. There’s nothing else there except the ghost of the touch of your lips against his, and how his heart keeps missing beats and his hands tickle to bring you back and closer to him.

His eyes are open, and his hand moves to his lips, in a daze as Felix feels his cheeks blushing like crazy. His heart is shortcircuiting, screaming at him, and his brain can’t understand it, because it just feels like he isn’t its owner anymore. He wants to move from the bed and run to you, and then you’d hug him too, traicing the same little shapes as before, and while you hug, your hearts as close as they can be, not minding all the flesh and blood and bones in between as yours calms his, and it’s so wild and unrestrained that he feels the need to give it to you.

“Take my heart, take it.” He’d say in a murmur. “I’m afraid of it, of how desperately it wants to consume you and devour you whole. Take it, because it’s yours and it feels like nothing without you, and replace it with something easier to understand.”

The scent of tea and honey wakes him up from his day dreaming, and your silhouette comes back, and you smile when you notice he’s up, his eyes locked on yours.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Felix giggles, turning back to his side as you leave your hot tea on your bedside table and lay back into bed.

You chuckle too, sighing in deep comfort when his arms surround you again.

“Good sleep?” You ask giggling, your hands stroking his face. Best sleep, he doesn’t say. “You’ve got marks of the pillow all over your face.”

“Well, how do you know you don’t have them too?” He teases menacingly. He knows that you haven’t looked yourself by how your eyes widen softly, and he rapidly cages you against him.

“Lix, let me go check!” You laugh, failing to move away from his embrace.

“Nope. You’re staying with me, wrickles and all.”

It’s a battle of whose’s laugh makes them weaker first, and judging by how you relax and giggle gently, he’s the winner for this one.

His eyes glow as he stares at you, and you can’t stop giggling, seeing the stars you doodled on him before stare back at you, posing as freckles on his face and as shimmers in his eyes. You kissed him before leaving, risking waking him up to release the wave of affection that crashed against you when he was the first thing you saw to start your day. A small liberty that compares in the slightest to how he kisses you now.

And you both keep laughing, laughing as you kiss each other, and none of you can make up something better than the taste of the other’s laugh in you mouths.

Then you sigh, and lean you forehead against his. You’d kiss each and every one of his freckles without him asking, as if every fiber of your being was dying because it makes you feel alive, stronger than you’ve ever felt and it’s home, and it’s then and only then when you feel it with such a raw tinge to it that you can’t hold it back anymore.

And neither can he.

“I love you.” you both blurt out, a first time of many.

You both stay there, waiting for the world to catch up and keep spinning.

“Pancakes?” You mumble on his lips, your smile never faltering.

“God, you’re an angel.” He giggles, so, so, so in love.

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

kats, who now feels so fucking lonely, need me a Felix ffs.

catiuskaa, september 2024 ©

PERMANENT TAGLIST! @lyramundana @stayconnecteed

[ockinfessions]

my oc was like. FILTHY rich. Absolutely rich. Nonononono. They were the CEO of JUXTAN TECH and had BILLIONS OF DOLLARS!!!

what did I do with those billions?

absolutely nothing.

What would I do with those billions now?

EVERYTHING

UGHHH LOUISIANAKELLY!!!!

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[anadorablekiwi]

Me anytime an enemy takes over Aventurine: JAIL! JAIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!

YOU CAPTURE AVENTURINE? YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME?? JAIL!!

[allimili]

Your recent Shmilk angst wip just makes me wana comfort him so bad, like man yes i want to cry but god damn i want to hug him too.

my bad. here you go