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Another party at Rai's. This was the third or fourth she'd been invited to since their little beach excursion had begun to thaw the ice between them. It had probably helped a lot that she, having decided to bury the hatchet for good, had started watching futebol, just so she could understand him and his world a little better. It had helped more that she told him she saw him eat grass the next week, and asked what it tasted like. He'd looked stunned for a split second, then grinned brightly. 'Like $135,000,' he'd answered.

The bass hit her like a wall as soon as she walked into his villa, but she was expecting and even looking forward to it. He threw great parties, with music so loud that the bass acted as a second heartbeat, great food and drink, flashing colored lights, and access to his quieter patio and sprawling grounds.

Plus, she loved his dog.

She'd also started making friends with some of his friends. She particularly liked Ana, his girlfriend. She had a quick wit and didn't put up with his bullshit. Exactly the kind of girl Rai needed, to keep his ego in check.

The sea of people swallowed her almost immediately, and where once it might have been overwhelming, now she lived for this kind of night life. It made her feel alive. She grabbed a drink (something neon green and a little fizzy, who even knew what it actually was) and wound her way through to find the host and mingle with the guests.

[rrdcafterdark]

@xiaolintease      continued from here.

Eu também... She ran the words over and over again in her head, they way they rolled off his tongue and his adorable flush as he said them. Eu também...

“That means ‘me too,’ right?” Portuguese wasn’t coming easily to her, but she was trying. She liked the way he beamed at her when she spoke, even haltingly, in his native tongue. Anyway, she hoped it meant he’d been wondering, too, because it would feel very lonely to be feeling like this all by herself.

“Why don’t we try it?” she wondered, her voice low, but her eyes sparkling with the excitement and eagerness she felt whenever she discovered or learned something new. “We could slip away for a little while. I don’t think anyone would miss us the rest of the night.”

It wasn’t extremely late, but it wasn’t early enough that the Heylin side would be up to their usual tricks. Astoundingly, they generally kept pretty regular hours, and didn’t tend to get up to their usual mischief after 9. It was very considerate of them, if you asked her.

“What do you say?” she wondered, tentatively sliding her fingertips up Rai’s chest. His muscle structure and body hair fascinated her, and she adored touching it. Adored even more the reaction she got from him when she did.

[lokoteibex]

Let's Go To the Beach, Beach!

Can you believe I haven't drawn these two since Christmas? What is wrong with me? Another pic of @xiaolindude's and my beloved ship to go with those summer vibes. (IDK about you, but it's way too hot here this week.)

Things I love about this picture:

the lighting

her shirt

his hair

his expression at that angle

I probably spent an hour yesterday just finding things I wanted to tweak and tweaking them.

[droppingdonkeys]

tbh this went better that i thought

@xiaolindude it's a date. they're going dancing. (and rest be assured, luisa is a lil scared of Alma, too)

[runningracingdancingchasing]

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Spotify Wrapped 2022 Prompt - Accepting

Song: Mr. Turner's Waltz - The Chamber Orchestra of London, from Emma

Lance Strongbow, the self-proclaimed Baron of Vardaros (and someday, stealing that title might catch up with him, but today was not that day) love a party. The Season was always good for drink, dance, food, and company. Frankly, it was his favorite time of year! Not only did he get to mingle with lovely ladies and tables overladen with sumptuous food, he also got to rub elbows with actual nobility, hobnobbing and keeping up a façade so flawless that he had yet to be caught in his years-long ruse.

As the music played out over the crowd, marriage-minded gentlemen and ladies took to the dance floor, and Lance took to the drinks table, ordering a scotch. He found the new Lord Pedrosa there, mulling over his own drink and paying more attention to his sisters on the floor than the single women mingling about, hoping to catch a baron's eye.

Not so marriage-minded himself, then.

He watched the man watch his sisters until he was quite sure Lord Pedrosa should be dizzy from it all. "Here, you need this more than me, I think," he jested, and thrust his untouched drink into Lord Pedrosa's hand. It was being served in the finest crystal. A single one of the glasses here would fetch him a lovely little fortune, should he so decide to lose his footing in this world by robbing it blind, instead.

With a nod, and touching a gloved hand to the brim of his hat, he introduced himself. "Lance Strongbow, Baron of Vardaros. I do not believe we have been officially introduced!" How nice to not have to go through a chaperone to have a conversation with another man!

[bexmuses]

Been rereading some of my old RPs between myself (on my @runningracingdancingchasing blog) and @xiaolindude, and it's giving me some insight into my portrayal of Clay.

For example, I rediscovered that, in my portrayal, Clay is very grouchy in the morning, until he's eaten. None of that cowboy charm, just a hungry bear demanding food.

[chainsxwsmile]

I’ve a feeling that even if Bruce has more or less sided himself with Jack (if only to the point where he makes sure the kid doesn’t get himself killed), the big guy has a habit of befriending everyone and anyone, and that includes the “Xiaolin nerds”

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[runningracingdancingchasing]

The tighter he held her, the better she felt. She'd never had an argument like this, and she was only just learning that you could fight with someone and have them be the one to comfort you afterward. Maybe this wouldn't have worked last night, but it was working now.

At the sensation of his kiss, she felt like her heart was thrumming in her chest, jump started by the simple, sweet contact. She looked up at him, her green eyes searching his a moment, as the urge to make this all better quickly grew stronger and stronger. And then she threw caution out the window and kissed him. It was light and sweet, giving him ample opportunity to pull away if he wasn't here yet, but if she was reading him right, he was.

She very much needed to make it up to him somehow. He'd let her take pictures of him, and he was letting her hold him and possibly kiss him. She was finding herself more in love with him than ever before, possibly because of the fight, which didn't make sense, but here it was.

runningracingdancingchasing​:

Honestly, a part of her hadn’t expected him to take comfort from her. He’d allowed her to share his bed last night, to hold him, but had kept his back to her the whole time. She’d been surprised then that he’d allowed her nearness and her contact. Now, she was even more surprised that he accepted her comfort so willingly. When his grip on her tightened, so did hers on him.

How could she have hurt him so carelessly? He didn’t deserve to be spoken to the way she had. For a moment, she gripped his hair, then released, giving him a tighter squeeze as she did before resuming her back rub.

“I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” Even herself. There was no denying that. She wouldn’t even try to. What would be the point of such a boldfaced lie?

It had been a difficult few days. Of course it had. You couldn’t be almost kidnapped - in her case - or shot in the head - in his case - without going through a shit time afterwards trying to process it all. 

He couldn’t blame her for lashing out, could he? Not really. Not when she was recovering from the shock and the fear, the worry about him, all of it. She hadn’t meant what she’d said. She’d been angry at her father, at the situation itself, not at him, and he kept reminding himself of that. Her words would continue to sting him for a while longer but the feeling was already beginning to fade in the wake of her apologies and her comfort. 

This already felt better. This was them. Holding each other in his kitchen, murmuring nice things to one another… Her grip on his hair had him leaning closer into her, hugging her tighter, his embrace fierce. He’d missed her while they’d been fighting. God, he hated fighting with her like that. 

“I know you do,” he murmured, pressing his lips into her hair with a sigh. “I love you, too. S’okay…” 

[shesdaylight-arch]

❛  this feels like a terrible, terrible idea.  ❜    //  @xiaolindude | accepting | meme. 

Turning around ever so slightly to peer over her shoulder,  she smirked lightly in Rai’s direction.   A small breath of a laugh passed her lips,  and she lowered her arms from reaching into the cabinet, though she didn’t step down from the little stool she needed to actually reach the shelf.    “Don’t tell me you’re being such a....     rejective Rai.”   Her horribly failed attempt at making a negative Nancy pun but with Rai’s name.   Clearly,  she had some work to do with it.    “Come on,  don’t you think for a second that I’m going to let you sit around here all night alone,  all by yourself,  doing nothing but staring absent-mindedly at the wall.   Or whatever is on TV.”   Not that he had a habit of doing either of those things,  and Rapunzel never liked to think of the glass half-empty,  but if she could prevent that from happening, then she would.    “Besides,   terrible ideas often lead to really fun stories.   Don’t they?”

[runningracingdancingchasing]

@xiaolindude continued from here since Tumblr sucks

She meant so much more to him than anyone outside of his family ever had. So much more. It was almost frightening. She cared so much for him, she made him feel... well, perhaps he was simply inarticulate, but he truly had no words to properly describe the way she made him feel. His desire for her ran so much deeper than the physical, but right now, truth be told, he very much wanted to be back in that art studio alone with her. He thought of the way they'd kissed in their, pressed so close, tongues dancing, the noises she'd made... a tiny shiver raced through him, his cheeks warming further. Goodness, she had his brain mashed. "If it should please you for me to model, then I would do it," he told her with a nod. He might fidget, but he would try. "Proper or... improper." He raised a teasing eyebrow at her and settled back against the settee, playing absent-mindedly with her fingers. "I would need a portrait, eventually, to match my papa's. I can think of no one I trust more to hold the brush."

Heat flooded her cheeks, both at the implication and the praise. "What, just like that?" she clarified. "Because it would please me?"

Had anything ever been done just because it would please her before? She supposed there were things Mama Gothel had done, but in pleasing her, she had truly only been placating Rapunzel. Keeping her happy to keep her quiet, not for her own joy.

The way he toyed with her fingers now set her heart pattering about, warm and excited, but also simply adoring. He was so tender and in such small ways, she could only think that there was some sense of shyness about him. It was endearing. So bold and yet so bashful.

"I am honored that you do not find my skill wanting," she answered, and brought his hand to her lips so she could kiss the back, then each individual fingertip. "Any time I paint you, it shall be with my entire heart."

[rrdcafterdark]

@xiaolintease      Continued from here

Yes, she’d been insatiable today. She couldn’t explain why exactly she was so horny tonight, but the fact of the matter was, she still wanted him. She’d orgasmed multiple times during each session, and for some reason, she still wasn’t satisfied.

“Maybe you didn’t here me,” she said. In a flash, she was leaning over him, holding his wrists against the pillow, pure lust sparkling in her green eyes. “I’m not done with you.”

Of course, she wouldn’t force him. What kind of relationship would this be if they each felt entitled to each other’s bodies? But she was hoping the move of dominance would spark him enough for one last round before he fell asleep. And if it didn’t? Well, she technically didn’t need him to get the job done. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She just preferred his involvement.

[lokoteibex]

Time for my annual Raipunzel Christmas pic for @xiaolindude! Merry Christmas, hon! Have some warm and cozy Raipunzel with Rai looking absolutely adoringly at Punz while she's not looking at him. 🥰

[droppingdonkeys]

✵ (I KNOW I OWE U A REPLY I'M SORRY BEAR WITH ME)

Meme me this! | @xiaolindude

<33 Remember to take your time!

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse: What the hell is that guy doing.

Current impression: Fun guy! He seems decent. Maybe they can be friends.

Are they attracted to your muse?: Luisa thinks he's somewhat cute but she hardly knows him.

Something they find frightening about your muse: Nothing (so far)

Something they find adorable about your muse: Luisa views Rai as a bit of a puppy. Wild and never tiring.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Probably yes.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: A platonic one, yes! To get to know them better.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Energetic.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Hard no.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: She's already hugged him! Sort of. That one time. So yes to hugs!

[sheslipsaway]

“Hey!”  she shouted as she followed him,  eyebrows lightly raising with a shake of her head.   In her hand was a piece of wrapping paper,  and though she couldn’t confirm or deny if he was the one who’d let it fall to the ground,  he was the closest one to it.    So in August’s head,  he was guilty by association.   “Do you even know how harmful this is to the turtles?!   If they mistake this as food,  they could die;  do you want that on your hands?”     // @xiaolindude liked for a starter  

[runningracingdancingchasing]

Lucky? Her blood all but sang in her ears, a thrill of delight, the knowledge of being truly wanted, once again drawing her to him with all her heart. It was only heightened by the brush of his lips, ever so soft, until that final kiss was stolen. She hummed softly, thrilled and awed by the marvel that was Lord Raimundo Pedrosa. No, that was her sweet Rai.

Her stomach was so taken with its personal acrobatics that she was not certain eating more would be wise at the moment, but she found herself quite content to simply... be. Be here, with him, existing in the same space as he. Every fiber of her being was tuned into him. She listened to he breathing, was aware of every small shift of his body, observed the rich hue created by the lamplight on his dark skin. He was a beautiful man, and she found herself smiling.

"I meant that I should like you to model for me some day," she commented. "Even if it is only so that I may paint portraiture of you. Though frankly, having you as a proper drawing model for me would be most welcome, as well." She said the last with her voice low. Despite the general air, there, she felt comments like that were still private to them. After all, she was still new to the world of carnal desire.

“I am lucky, then.” His voice was soft, lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “To have you to protect me. I will certainly be safe in your care,” he played, but meant it entirely. His thumb stroked her cheek bone and he stole one last gentle kiss, savouring the taste of her lower lip as he drew away.

Still, a blush warmed his cheeks. When would that stop? Would it ever?

Another sip of his drink, a bite of food, and he shifted a little closer to her so they were properly pressed together on the settee.