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thirteenducks · 7 months

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rest for the weary

(neuvillette x fem!reader) [sfw]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader is referred to as 'girl'), no established relationship

༻❁༺ word count: ~1.9k

༻❁༺ tags: sickfic? sort of?, mild hurt/comfort, gentle and tender Neuvillette, being overworked, fainting, neuvillette is sexy in a paramedic kind of way, crimes against gloves, almost-crimes against pastries, "you will be taken care of So Help Me" neuvillette, very self indulgent, can you tell i'm a college student

༻❁༺ author’s note: blame my mutuals for putting talk about neuvillette being gentlemanly and kind on my twitter feed. this is their fault and also the four glasses of sangria i drank before i wrote this

Neuvillette would like to believe he understands human behavior quite well by now. What he does not understand is their tendency to be self-sacrificial to the point of exhaustion. When your stress reaches a fever pitch, he steps in.

You don’t remember if it was the fatigue or the hunger that you noticed first. Both have been on the fringes of your consciousness since you left your bed early this morning. Right now, they’re kept at bay only by a lingering headache that worsens as you step out into the clear day.

The beautiful azure of the morning sky above. The flocks of pigeons that dapple the steps of the Palais Mermonia like sunlight through leaves. The hum of the Court of Fontaine as coffee sales begin for the morning. All are lost on you as you forge ahead, feet barely clearing the cobblestone below them.

The papers on your desk, stacked high and demanding attention, are all that your bleary eyes register at the moment. Anything else is secondary.

As much as your conscience would contend it, your current predicament isn’t entirely your fault. Sure, you had procrastinated a bit when the pile of records was first assigned to you, and maybe hadn’t chipped away at it the way you could’ve if you planned ahead.

For a gestionnaire, though, it’s also just that time of year when the clouds pour rain daily and the opera house sees a never-ending rotation of cases.

So if that means some sacrifices on your side are required, you’re willing to make them for the good of the Court. You’re certainly not the only one, either. The circles under the Chief Justice’s eyes always grow darker during the rainy season; you hope he’s taking better care of himself than you are.

Once you’ve gotten rid of this batch of paperwork, you’ll be free to rest for a while, you tell yourself. You can take a break. Maybe you could walk to that cafe down the street with the nice cashier and get yourself breakfast, if the rain isn't too bad by midmorning.

Your knees waver under you as you carry the precarious stack of records to the threshold of your office. On second thought, maybe you should ask if they offer delivery.

The low murmur of a familiar voice, a pleasant bass melody, reaches you as you step out into the plush carpet of the hallway. It floats through your dizzy head like syrup.

Good. You won’t have to walk far to give these to Neuvillette, then. You’re not sure your feet would carry you all the way to his office anyway, and you’d rather not field any uncomfortable questions about your health from such an esteemed man.

Assuming what you hope is a pleasant expression, you approach the Iudex and Sedene as he bends at the waist to inspect a bump on her antler.

There’s a very becoming look of concern on his face, you notice. It must be nice to be the focus of such care.

The unfazed voice of a Melusine comes from somewhere below you: “I promise it’s just a mosquito bite, Monsieur. I must’ve stood around the docks for too long this morning.”

“Even so... I would administer some anti-inflammatory soon, Sedene. Please don’t neglect your health,” he chides as he pats her head affectionately.

Neuvillette rises again to his full height, catching your eye as you draw near to him.

A fetching smile upturns the corners of his mouth. He greets you with a stately nod, holding out his right hand for your stack of records. Your gaze flits to his other hand, currently engaged by an apple turnover.

Ah. A gift from a Melusine, no doubt. You hope he enjoys it, even if a part of your brain wants you to snatch it for yourself.

If Neuvillette catches the way your eyes linger on his breakfast, he doesn’t mention it. What he does is quirk his head to the left in a silent question as he continues to stand with his hand outstretched.

Oh, archons. How long have you been standing in front of him with a blank look on your face? Too long to be appropriate, certainly.

Clearing your throat and forcing a smile, you take a step forward to hand off your pile of papers to him. Only, instead of making contact with the floor of the hallway, your shoe falls into thin air as your other knee buckles and your back falls towards the carpet.

As your consciousness slips, you feel a cool hand snake around your waist.

Your head goes limp, bouncing a bit with the impact until the pastry drops to the carpet and Neuvillette’s other gloved hand comes to cradle the back of your neck.

He’s caught you. He wishes you were awake to instruct him what to do next.

He lowers you to the ground softly, brow creased with worry. Sedene stands next to him with a similar expression, holding the turnover she saved as it fell.

“Sedene. Bring me a pillow from the sofa in my office, please. Quickly.”

The Melusine salutes and she darts off. His eyes never leave your face as he kneels, large frame bent over you protectively.

Releasing your waist, he brings a hand up to his teeth and tugs off the glove in a smooth motion before resting his bare fingers against your forehead. A curse in a tongue unknown to all but him breaks the quiet air and his brows knit together. Humans and their damned self-sacrificial nature.

Sedene returns holding a cushion. He eases it under your head with care, ensuring your neck is supported before he retracts the hand underneath.

There in the Palais hallway, the Iudex of Fontaine strips himself of his judge’s coat, uncaring of decorum at the moment. Gentle hands graze your bare skin as he wraps the garment around your shoulders. Were you conscious, you would feel the softness of the silk lining against your cheek and the scent of the ocean it carries with it.

He knows from his extensive observations of human behavior that you’ve probably only collapsed from fatigue, not sickness. And yet… and yet he cannot keep himself from stroking your forehead, cool fingertips resting there as he meditates.

Another moment passes before he makes up his mind. Your body rises from the carpeted hallway floor into strong arms, seldom-seen muscles flexing under his white undershirt.

The change in altitude brings you halfway out of your daze. Through hazy vision, you catch the sight of pale skin moving above you. His slit eyes meet yours and you don't manage more than a small sound of confusion before you’re pulled back under by sleep.

With a brief nod to Sedene, Neuvillette carries you to his office in a few quick strides. The door slides shut behind him.

Your hands unconsciously tug on his lapels and you curl your body closer to the warmth of his chest, making his ears burn.

Every time he thinks he understands your species, something like this happens.

He had certainly noticed your energy waning over the last few days, but he worried about the propriety of mentioning such a thing to you. Would you resent him for asking about something so personal? Should he send someone closer to you to step in before you hurt yourself?

In the end, he had settled for bringing you breakfast from a nearby cafe. He glances at the turnover, now sitting innocently on his coffee table courtesy of Sedene. It taunts him.

The silence in his office is deafening as Neuvillette lays you carefully on the sofa next to his desk. He runs through the list of human vitals in his head.

You’re breathing quite deeply. Your pulse is healthy and strong as his fingers press against the side of your throat. The color in your face is returning to its normal shade. Surely all you lack is a good meal, which he can certainly provide, and some rest.

Then why do his hands shake as he pours tea into a cup on the table before you?

Why can he not keep his eyes from you as you sleep, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm?

Why does he find it impossible to return to the paperwork that calls his name just a few feet away?

A clap of thunder shakes the building.

He doesn’t realize how long his eyes have been trained on yours until you’re staring back at him through lowered lids, awakened by the noise.

It takes about a half second for you to remember the circumstances of a few minutes prior and gasp, sitting up with a speed that makes Neuvillette reach towards you in concern. His coat falls from where it was draped across you and you stare at it, unblinking.

Your gaze flits to Neuvillette, bare to the wrist. He watches silently as you register the sofa you’re laid upon and the lavish office around you.

The Chief Justice makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when you rush to stand up, face burning. Your head spins - whether from fatigue or embarrassment, you’re not sure. A million apologies threaten to spill from your mouth at once.

With your head bowed and your feet unsteady below you, you don’t see the hand rising to your face until a cool sensation spreads over your flushed forehead. The surprise of it shuts you up immediately. When you do dare to raise your eyes, you hardly trust what you see in front of you.

There is no anger in the face of the Iudex, in the downturned curve of his mouth or the crease of his brow. Only tender concern presents itself as he addresses you.

“You appear to be feverish. Please, sit back down. I won’t have you fainting again if I can help it.” He removes his hand from your skin, leaving behind a burning sensation that you can't attribute to a fever.

“Mon- Monsieur?”

He tuts, raising the cup of tea to your hand and folding it into your grasp. “Drink, please,” he murmurs, face etched with care.

You blink a few times, sipping the drink as if compelled by magic. It's sweeter than you’re expecting.

“Good girl.”

You nearly choke on it.

If possible, Neuvillette looks even more distressed by your sudden coughing fit. “You’re far redder than when you awoke. The fever reducer in this blend should help with that, but in the meantime, please take some of this…”

The minutes pass quietly. Periodically, Neuvillette instructs you in a gentle tone to drink your tea or eat a bit of pastry. He absolutely forbids you to stand after the second time you attempt to excuse yourself.

When he's been assured that you're comfortable, he speaks again.

“May I ask why you believe those papers you were attempting to bring me were worth working yourself to exhaustion over?”

His words are authoritative, but his voice carries such softness that you can’t help but be honest with him.

“I’m so very sorry, Monsieur. It won’t happen again. I’ve just had a lot on my plate this week.”

Neuvillette's violet eyes are melancholy as they meet yours. “Of course. It’s a busy time of year for us all,” he says, shifting his gaze to the steady rain outside. “I do hope you know, however, that I would far rather your work be late than your health to fail on my account.”

You duck your head. “...I understand, Monsieur.”

The man’s stately expression fades into something unreadable at that.

“...Please, call me Neuvillette.”

You were unaware that his voice, so commanding in the courtroom, could sound so tender directed at you.

Your gaze darts up from the floor. The Iudex is not meeting your eyes. His are fixed instead on the light drizzle pattering the windowpane. A faint swathe of color decorates his lofty cheekbones.

As you smile and nod your head, pronouncing his name with a few words of thanks, the morning sun streams into the room behind you.

It’s getting to be quite the lovely day outside.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x fem!reader #fem!reader #:3c #this was fun to write and even more fun to see my beta readers react to #shout out to tender and honey btw love you guys #have i mentioned how much i love gentle men recently #if i haven't here's 2k words to remind you

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unepersonnelouche · 1 month

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Doodles that started in class, and ended up way prettier than I had planned

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #aai1 #aa investigations #bratworth #I love him because he’s pathetic but he cares so much #and Kay is a precious little gremlin #ooh the shared trauma of losing your dad in a courtroom when you’re a kid #did I mention I love parallels ?#now I have #also Franziska girl boss since the tender age of 13 #girl slay #and gummy is the cutest lamest teddy bear of a man ever #I love their little ragtag team

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togaki-kun · 9 months

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“lay your head on me”

Domestic NanaGo = Best NanaGo 🥺

artist comm @petridumps

#nanago #gonana #nanami kento #gojo satoru #jjk #when i tell you i yelled i yowled like that one cat meme #this. is everything i have ever wanted #KENTO AND HIS BOOK #SATORU AND HIS FACE SMUSH #not to mention the mugs 🥲👍#everything about this screams domesticity and comfort and tenderness

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sirbird · 9 months

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I’m just messing with color schemes at this point 🧍‍♂️

#my art #bob velseb #spooky month tender treats #bob velseb fanart #bob velseb spooky month #have I mentioned college is kicking my ass #I’m dying seriously #the amount of essays I’ve got isn’t even funny anymore #I’m so tired guys #I just wanna draw but being an adult won’t let me #just lemme draw Miguel and spot and I’ll be happy but no I have to actually use my brain #I wanna enter my bimbo era im so tired of thinking

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bimbosupreme · 10 months

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Your undying loyal servant

#mine #ashiya douman #wooooo #doumans circumstances around HOW and why they were summoned especially the nature of what they are….#it’s a big gray area #are they happy about this circumstance? do they truly enjoy being a servant?#the material works mentions Douman not changing their nature despite helping us #I guess it’s kinda scary and admirable at how ambitious they are #I don’t have a good title I just think Douman can be scary at times #blease open up ur heart beloved funny onmyoji I’m sure we can punch seimei together #I wanted to go for a melting painting look but..#I think I will have to try again wehehe. that just means Another douman painting don’t it? 😜#like to think of douman just staring at you and this is them being tender lol

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s0fter-sin · 5 months

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sometimes i think about how wild a mw2 movie would be if they just dropped soapghost right in the middle with no warning or marketing. like imagine it being beat for beat the exact same, it’s your typical military action movie, promoted as just another military action movie then after they get to the safe house, ghost has to patch up soap and he’s still out of it, overwhelmed by the betrayal and everything he’s seen and ghost needs to ground him and keep him in the present, to remind him that he’s alive and safe so he kisses him and they have sex. the tantrums and the rants and the “ReAl sOLdiErS aRen’t liKe ThAt”, god i can taste it and it’s delicious

#theres never any talk of a relationship or sexuality crisis its just this moment of humanity and comfort to bring soap back to himself #real any time you need me by thirteenbullets vibes #theyre not the type of men to have something as normal as a relationship #theyre just everything to each other they know that and its enough #ghost can be such a complex character if you let him #this guy whos rejected his humanity has buried himself and become a ghost #willingly digging himself out of the grave to stop soap from digging his own #like how are there not more explicitly homoerotic military movies that actually pull the trigger (heh) on the homo part of the eroticism #you know how if movies have even a hint of queerness they wring it out for every drop of respresentation they can get #theres a hundred articles and its mentioned in every interview and it all journalists ask those actors #imagine it being a complete secret and everyone expects just a typical action movie #then boom battle buddy gay sex #like if it were a male and fenale character you would see that scene coming a mile away so why cant it happen with two guys #just doing it is the only way of normalising it #i still see men saying they act like brothers which is denial so strong even egypt is impressed #but imagine the general public expecting this manly man military movie then getting hit with the alone mission flirting and denying it #then getting smacked in the face with tender wound care and grounding love making initiated by the edgelord they were using as a self inser #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #we’re a team. ghost team

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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cw: mentions (off screen) child neglect/abuse

"Don't," Harry said without looking up, words coming out muffled against the sleeve of his jumper. He shouldn't have been surprised that Draco found him here, sitting at the end of the pier, knees against his chest as he stared out over the lake.

Draco sat down next to him, heat radiating from his body, "I haven't even said anything yet," he said, feet dangling over the edge.

He shook his head, he could feel Draco's eyes on him but would be damned if he looked over at him. Every thought, every feeling would be written on his face. It hadn't always been that way but at some point Harry's body had decided he was safe with the other man and refused to mask his emotions anymore. "I don't want it."

"Don't want what?" Draco asked and Harry knew that he was just trying to get him to say the words.

The temptation to look over just to glare at him in response was strong. He didn't want his kindness, his gentleness, didn't want his words telling Harry that he was good, that he was enough. Those were the words Draco always gave him when things like this happened and Harry burned with hatred for them. For himself. "Don't," he managed, voice low and wounded, dangerous.

For a moment Draco didn't say anything, didn't do anything apart from looking at Harry like he thought that staring at him would make Harry look back. The silence couldn't last, unfortunately, "It's not your fault," he said, looking out over the lake. "And self-flagellating doesn't actually fix anything."

He looked over at Draco, "Sitting here is not about fixing things," he replied, voice scathing. "A child is actively living through trauma, Draco," he said because maybe that reminder would awaken something in him, would make him feel the same burning, agonizing resentment that was consuming Harry.

"I know," Draco said calmly.

"And they're going to send her back to them!" he roared, chest heaving. "She is living in a home where the adults demonstrate with their words and their actions that she doesn't matter." He shook his head, "She's eleven and she said that she was glad that she was here so that she didn't have to be such a burden on her family. How it would probably be easier for them and they'd be happier if she just didn't exist. What the fuck?!" he shouted, beyond frustrated, beyond any hope that there was anything he could do to make this world any less fucked up.

Draco rested a hand on his shoulder but Harry shrugged him off.

"Don't fucking touch me," he spit.

Draco said nothing and Harry recoiled from himself, he didn't want to hurt the other man, didn't want to slice him open the way that Harry was feeling torn to shreds.

"I can't. I told you not to push," Harry said, "I fucking told you to leave me alone."

"Harry," Draco said softly, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You should be!" He stood and paced away from the other man, still not looking at him, he couldn't bear to. He already knew what Draco's face would be doing, knew the soft set of his mouth, the wrinkle between his eyebrows, the way his eyes would say all of the words that Harry couldn't bear to hear. "I'm not in a good place right now."

"I know that," Draco replied steadily, "I'm not going anywhere."

"And when I just keep shouting at you? Pushing you away? What then?"

He hummed, "You're not actually mad at me. You're mad, and rightfully so," he said emphatically, "I'm mad, too. Your anger is right, and just, and good," he said. "And I am more than happy to bear witness to it. I want to bear witness to you, to your anger and your grief, to your guilt and shame. I want to see you."

"I don't want you to," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't want you to see me. I want to be kind to you, good to you," he said. "I want to treat you with gentleness and care, and I can't do that when I feel like this."

Draco looked over his shoulder at where Harry was standing and their eyes met. It shot straight through Harry and all of the emotions that he'd been holding back, trying to rationalize, trying to tamp down, came rushing to the surface.

"I don't want to," he said, shaking his head, eyes stinging with grief, rage hot in his chest, both things making it nearly impossible to draw a deep enough breath. "I don't want you to see it."

"I know," Draco murmured. "Thanks for letting me anyway."

He shook his head, "It's not fair," he murmured, defeated.

"No, it's not," Draco agreed. "None of this is fair."

"You didn't see her face," he whispered. "You didn't see her eyes or hear the way that she talked," he scrubbed his hands over his face. "My whole fucking heart just-" he gasped out, trying to articulate the way his entire heart had shattered into a thousand piece that he didn't think he'd ever be able to put back together, but not even able to complete his sentence.

"Thank you," Draco said.

"For what?" he asked incredulously, because nothing he'd done had done any good. Talking to Minerva, talking to the child protective services in the muggle community she was from, none of it mattered. There weren't any visible marks of abuse, they weren't going to do anything.

Draco gave him a sad little smile and it twisted the knife even deeper into Harry's heart. "For coming to work today," he said softly. "For seeing our students, and loving our students, and being a safe space for them-"

"It doesn't matter!" he exclaimed. "Don't you see?" he asked. "Fuck. There's nothing I can do. Nothing is going to change for her-"

"Everything has changed for her-"

"How?" he exploded. "She's still going to have to go back there when school ends in four weeks. She's going to spend the summer pretending that she doesn't exist, wishing that she didn't exist."

He stood up and took Harry's face in his hands so that Harry made eye contact. "Having someone listen, having someone see you, it changes everything. You're right, the system is fucked up, everything about this is awful. But what you did for her, it matters. You listening matters."

"It's not enough," he said, closing his eyes as the tears spilled down his cheeks. "It's not."

"It's not," Draco agreed and that last bit standing in Harry's heart shattered, the last vestige of hope completely snuffed out. "But you are."

He huffed a bitter laugh that sounded more like a sob.

"You, being you is enough. It's not going to fix everything," he agreed. "It isn't. But it doesn't mean that you aren't enough."

"I don't feel like enough," he whispered, the words like knives as they left his throat. "I just feel like I fail them over, and over, and over again."

"You're not."

"I feel like I've got nothing to give them," he confessed, "like what's the point of teaching them defense against the dark arts when it's not monsters and evil wizards that they're fighting? It's the adults who treat them like they're nothing, it their own fucking learned behaviors, and trauma, and thought patterns that they're going to fight the rest of their lives. What's the point?"

Draco was quiet for a heartbeat and Harry opened his eyes to look at him. "You don't treat them like they're nothing."

"Of course I don't," he replied, so offended by the mere suggestion that he could ever-

"It's enough. You are enough," he repeated. "They need you to be you," he said softly, "that's it. They just need you to see them and hear them. It's enough."

"It doesn't feel like it," he said, more tears spilling out without his consent.

He nodded wrapping his arms lightly around Harry's waist, giving him the freedom to pull away if he wanted to. "I know," he said softly.

And Harry collapsed against him, body resting heavily against Draco's. "I can't do it," he whispered, all gaping, aching weakness.

"You're not alone," Draco said softly, kissing his temple. "You don't have to do it alone."

"Promise?"

Draco nodded, "I promise love. I'm not going anywhere."

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chimchiri · 5 months

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Build A Lesbian (poll 21)

ALRIGHT! You guys always surprise me with what wins. This time, Imani works/stays at the royal palace (which btw means we get to design the royal family at some point - hell yeah)

Anyway. I've tried thinking of works where I actually have a few ideas for scenes and cute settings. After all, I'd like to 1) have her and Randy interact but also 2) I need to have enough ideas with it and be comfy enough with.

That said...

While Randy is captain of the royal guard, what exactly does Imani do at the palace?

(1) While I didn't have the time yet to look up if this is the proper label, I'm thinking of the head mistress/employee in charge, just generally speaking. She assures whatever the royal family (or a designated royal figure?) asks is executed as expected. Bonus: I'd like her to have a good relationship with the main royal figure(s) because I don't like the 'slave' connotation I've seen for looking up 'handmaid'.

(2) Could potentially include some magic though IF magic is included, I'd like it to be rare and special and not omnipresent (so maybe a wizard rather than a sorcerer). I feel some sort of healer/doctor/potion maker could work both for the royal family as well army-specific. Either with or without magic, it could work nicely.

(3) To be honest I'm already imagining the royal kids as younger so this could work with her looking specifically after them and their education (compared to (1) where she doesn't specifically spend that much time with the royal kids).

(4) Self-explanatory, though I think she'd probably do some other tasks involved in decoration, maybe other textiles. (I admit I don't have that many ideas with this one but if it wins I'll figure something out)

#I've thought about other new options and ones that were mentioned but mostly me not having many ideas what to do with it was the reason #to choose these four #my art #polls #I gotta admit I have a clear favourite lmao #but I'm very fine with the other options as well #build a lesbian #The Tenderness She Gives

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josie-marks · 4 months

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So, since I've watched The Color Purple (2023) I've been listening to What About Love on repeat and like, yeah this is a duet about two black women in love and this is a famous Broadway musical about Celie's growth and two black women in love, this is a huge deal and the best thing ever. I'm Brazilian and have never read the book, but my sister did and she said Celie and Shug's relationship is even more integral to the book and soon I will be reading too. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that this makes me so giddy and when I listen to them singing the chorus I feel all sort of things in my heart, I'm obsessed.

#the color purple 2023 #the color purple #van updates #i mentioned being brazilian because i know that people from the us read the book in school #but i didn't have this #anyways WHAT ABOUT TENDERNESS????#text #shug & celie

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ronkeyroo · 4 months

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Hi! I'm the amalgamation of every soul who ever left any positive comment or piece of support on your art; past present or future. You had something you wanted to tell us?

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE ANON HNGHFN, You've left a conflicted, yet all the more warm smile on my face.

Each and every kind soul that shared their support and love with me throughout my struggles is an individual i want to cherish and thank personally ;_;) To cover everything with a blanket Thank you is always something I can do, and if im blessed by an abundance of people far greater in realistic measure to be able to thank individually - I will. But right now, i want to focus on recovering from my blockage, to learn to experience how its like to communicate with people again; Granted, i am going through such a hectic, stressful period in my life - That even that still proves to be a slow process, but its one im willing to put my heart and effort into whenever the time and energy rises for it ;A;

But alright alright, I WILL take the opportunity still!

Everyone, if there's anything I could tell you right now: Please... Imagine me extending out my dumb werewolf arms to hoist you all into a warm hug; my eyes starry and my lip quivering...MAKE SURE YOU STAY WARM THIS WINTER OKAY ITS FUCKING COLD ,GET YOURSELF A HEATBAG AND A CUTE PAIR OF FLUFFY SOCKS, DRINK PLENTY AND PISS PLENTY TOO OKAY, WHEN YOU DONT DRINK IT LITERALLY CREATES A STRESS RESPONSE IN THE BODY YOU MIGHT NOT EVEN BE AWARE OF AND THAT MESS FUCKS WITH YOU ESP IF YOU ALREADY DEALIN WITH SOMETHIN. I KNOW ITS TEDIOUS TO DRINK WATER ALL THE TIME SO JUST MIX IT UP WITH THINLY SLICED CUCUMBERS, MINT LEAVES, AND LEMON AND LEAVE THAT GOODINESS IN A BOTTLE OVERNIGHT, IT COMES OUT HELLA REFRESHING, TASTY, AND YOU GET DEM H20 INTO YOUR BODY WITHOUT IT BEING BORING. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BY BEING KIND TO YOUR BODY AND UR INNER SELF , nONE OF THAT SELF SACRIFICIAL/BERATING SHIT, YOU DON NEED THAT. And lastly - Thank you, thank you for being here to share in the joy, for loving my work and hyping me up whenever I upload ;_;) I keep repeating myself like that one red vox song from my spotify wrapped but i screw it ill say it again; I love being here with you all so much, and i couldn't have asked for a better platform for all of our silly, heartful and disastrous wonderful shenanigans ♥

#Tender vibes #Ronkey posts #Anon asks #Sobbing and crying and smiling and smirking and oh god my fACE #OUGGHH #im surrounded by so many lovely people i wish i could just #link up telepathically and have all those conversations with you...But my brain is stupid and my speech is limited #unlike the determination in my heart #so its truly just a matter of time and growth #thank you for giving me a small opening thou anon ;A; I really appreciate it #You folks take care alright? Seriously that water thing i mentioned is imPOTANT #What the hell is up with the cold lately?! ( I know what is up // insert dreadful stickman meme) but still.........IT COLD. REALLY COLD.#stay hot my fellows #physically and physically

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dayurno · 2 months

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#i will warn you only once: tsc spoilers #literally just finished it as i am drafting this its 5am where i live #so you may be subjected to some nonsense #that all being said i have thoughts.and feelings #the kevin was lovely and tasted delicious! jean defending him at every turn even when he swears to hell and back he'll kick his ass #the kevjean was surprising i was only half expecting that #the dog metaphors i have to say i need this one cashed in. nora run me my check #im joking of course dont quote me on it #jean taking kevins promise to the end and living on it is seriously so. well.#'be careful with him' 'take kevin's name out of your ignorant mouth' 'you promised me'#also kevin getting called the court's queen had me tender and on my back oml #jean's relationship with the trojans is sweet and he is very interesting and complicated #a character with many moving parts im sure #there were a few things i did not care for #namely jeremy and the trojans felt remarkably flat to me bar lucas (by far the most interesting) and catalina on occasion #i didnt quite enjoy jeremy's pov and felt like he spent perhaps way too much time worrying over jean? if that makes sense #i wish he had some more complexity to him or really anything to catch a hook on #all we know is hes attractive and smiley and gets along terribly with his family #so much of his character is sucked out by jean he didnt feel like much more than a plot device to me #which i wouldnt mind if jeremy wasnt the literal main character alongside jean #i was living for everything jean thought but had to drag myself through jeremy's pov if im honest #uuuuh what else. neil! funny. deranged. i have to love him #andrew couldnt give less of a fuck about jean which is funny as all fuck #two bugs placed in the same habitat ignoring each other #the thing with elodie i thought was complicated. i wish we knew some more about her or that shed been mentioned a little earlier #but im assuming thats a topic to be revisited #uuuuuuuh yeah so thats most of it. i think my first thought and the one that sticked out the most to me is that the book felt remarkably #pedestrian #not necessarily in a bad way #it lacked to me one of the main appeals of aftg which were the numerous interesting side characters

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natsmagi · 3 months

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Tsumugi the cosmos the moon and stars at night, my love.

does tsumugi know he is more vast and wonderous than the galaxy itself............ yknow ive always been a big lover of the night sky

#honestly i could build on this little discovery of mine soooo much #i love that tsumugi is the night because it has that softness to it. esp when matched with his voice #such a sweet tender voice that can lull anyone to sleep #not to mention how he tends to have blankets on hand bc of his whole bird thing #and the night sky also gives us a glimpse into what the universe holds #how the world is so much bigger than we are #but how the universe is also full of infinite beauty and wonders #idk....... it makes me think of like #tsumugi often downplays himself and his importance and such #being much more confident as some sidekick rather than the main attraction #but hes always drawn to “main character” type people #and in a way i can view the night the same way #bc well. its often not the night itself that we find so beautiful #its what the night shows us #the stars..... the cosmos........ the moon..........#but at the same time this is PART of the night #the night highlighting the beautiful galaxy makes the night itself special.......... and lovable #am i making sense #guys im delirious #ask

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spaceratprodigy · 4 months

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did I mention at this point he still has her locket in his pocket

#it's mentioned in the broker and the broken #how after fallbrook she takes it off and leaves it on her desk before going to devil's peak #and max finds it there and puts it in his pocket both so nothing happens to it and in hopes he could give it to her again #but at some point when getting back to the ship faith notices it's missing and she does not react well bc she thought it was lost forever #but one of the lil uhhhh more intimate scenes that take place after scylla #aka their very slow tender vulnerable emotional first time (if y'all knew the detail I go into screaming abt this scene to jay lmao)#he pulls out her locket and asks her if he could put it on her and oughhh #his hands pulling her hair out of the way and the way they trace up her body while clasping the chain behind her neck #y'all I do not talk abt half the vivid scenes that exist in my mind that have been cookin since 2021 #rambling #faith and max

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softquietsteadylove · 8 months

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Thena decides to do something nice for him, a sweet little gesture. Like making a snack (like sandwich or something) after he comes back from shopping with his mother all day for preparation of their wedding?

For the proposal AU

"Okay!" Gil huffed as he set down all the bags his mother had bought in the few hours they had spent out shopping (although it had felt like an eternity). "That's everything."

"Thank you, honey," Ajak smiled, patting his arm as he leaned up and stretched his shoulders. "I know you must be tired after letting me drag you around all day."

He did agree, but he smiled and bent down so his mother could kiss his cheek, "it's okay, Mom, I don't mind."

"Hey!"

"Ugh," Gil greeted his siblings - and cousin - less warmly. "You guys are so loud."

"Speak for yourself," Sersi jabbed her brother in the arm. "You're plenty loud! Plus, Mum told us she was out with you."

Show us the goods! Makkari bounded down the stairs two at a time, much to her brother and mother's worry.

"Hey," Gil shooed them both away from the bags at his feet, "not everything is for you, y'know. I don't even know half of what's in here."

"Oh, look at these," Ajak smiled, though, eagerly showing her daughters what she had unearthed at the various decor and furniture stores they had visited one town over.

Kingo sauntered down the stairs last, giving Gil a pat on the shoulder. "You really made it all day?"

"Somehow," Gil shrugged, letting how tired he was show on his face. It wasn't even that he minded shopping with his mother, but not only did he still not know what they had shopped for, but he was also exhausted from hauling around said unknown things, loading the car, the heat etc.

"All of you, make yourselves useful," Ajak commanded her children. "Gil already unloaded the car for us, the least you can do is do the rest of the work for him."

Sersi and Makkari immediately picked up the bags that had any sign of fabric in them, either articles of clothing or something for the tables. "Oh, these are lovely!"

"Aren't they?" Ajak beamed, following them up with a few bags in her own hand. She looked down at the bend of the staircase landing, "Gil, honey, show Kingo where I want that other stuff?"

"Sure," he called up after them as they disappeared. He looked at Kingo, who looked about as eager as he was; he sighed. "Back porch."

Kingo nodded, picking up as many of the bags as he could carry, "this stuff's heavy! What's even in here?"

Gil shrugged, picking up one and slinging it over his shoulder, despite the promise that he would not be required for anything else today. "I dunno--tealight holders, and centrepieces and...napkin rings? Whatever she thought we still needed, dude."

Kingo dropped the bags off in the sun room, pulling out the various accoutrements. "Weddings sure do take a lot of...things."

"That's what I keep saying," Gil lamented as he set down his bag, although he happily stepped away and let Kingo unload the contents for him. "But Mom keeps coming up with stuff and I don't really know enough to say why we don't need it, just that we...don't."

Kingo picked at the edge of one of the candle holders shaped like flowers of some sort, "I mean, you and Thena want something pretty simple, right?"

"Uh," Gil shifted. He never was good at lying to Kingo (or in general), "yeah. All this just...isn't our style."

"I mean," Kingo set the crystal decoration down, adjusting it in the sunlight, "it is pretty."

Gil watched it cast light around the room, thinking about how Thena's eyes could have a little gold in them in the right light. "Pretty."

Kingo looked at him, "I mean, I know T keeps telling Ajak not to go to all the trouble. But is she disliking what's going on?"

Gil shrugged. Thena seemed just as tired as he was, in many ways. But in other ways, he could tell she was liking being around his family. He knew that she was unused to family to this degree of closeness. But she didn't seem to dislike any of what Ajak was actively doing.

"Sersi and Kari are having a lot of fun with their sister-to-be."

Gil blushed faintly. All they could talk about was how excited they were, and how much they loved Thena, and how they could always tell he liked her when he told them about her as a work friend.

"Maybe she'll like it once it's all," Kingo waved his hand vaguely at the various decorations, soon to be arranged properly, "put together."

"Maybe," Gil mumbled, slipping his hands in his pockets. "I don't think she's paid much attention to wedding stuff before, uh-"

"Before you started talking about it?"

Gil squirmed. Kingo had such a know-it-all tone sometimes, he could swear he was just testing his nerves sometimes. Gil shrugged, "yeah, I guess so. And even then, we just...I don't know."

"Hey, it's okay man," Kingo shrugged, as if he hadn't asked Gil some of the most pressing questions he had received yet. "Not everyone is into the whole wedding scene."

Yes, and it definitely wasn't because they were total frauds. Gil had somehow just barely dodged the question of how he had proposed to Thena, thus far. He mostly offered the lame excuse of 'it just sort of happened' to suffice for now.

"I guess," Gil tried to wrestle off his tongue, "I just worry it's overwhelming her, sometimes."

Kingo nodded sagely, "this family can be...overwhelming."

That was the easiest way to say it at least.

"Hey," Gil frowned, "where is Thena, actually?"

Kingo gave him a much warmer smile, pointing, "she's been in the kitchen for, like, twenty minutes."

Gil knew that didn't necessarily mean disaster. But he did rush a little to get there. She was no master chef, that was to say. What pans she did own all had completely scorched bottoms.

"Gil?"

He slid into the kitchen, at least finding no immediate source of danger. Actually, there weren't even dishes in the sink. "Uh, hey."

"Hey," she blinked, still taken aback by his entrance, "are you okay?"

"Fine," he mumbled, trying not to seem like he was actively checking for signs of a fire. He smiled, "what're you up to?"

"Oh, well," Thena dried off her hands, looking a little...sheepish? "I heard you were out with Ajak all day getting wedding decor."

Since arriving, he had risen at the incredibly early hour the rest of his family did, although always saving a plate of breakfast for when Thena rolled out of bed later. He would text her if he was out doing something, for her to check at her leisure.

"Yeah," he chuckled, relaxing now that his panic was subsiding. "Every time I think we must have everything we need by now, Mom thinks of something else she wants to get."

Thena looked down at the kitchen island, her gentle smile melting away, "she's gone to so much trouble for it."

"Hey," Gil said gently, moving closer to her. And he thought he was feeling guilty about all this. "I keep telling her we don't need all this. I think she's just having fun with it, now."

Thena sighed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Your family is so sweet. I feel as if I'm taking advantage."

"I don't know," Gil smiled. First of all, if anyone was taking advantage, it was him. And second of all, "Mom's pretty damn excited to have you here. I haven't seen her this excited to have the rest of the family over in forever. I keep reminding her my dad's coming and she hasn't even broken anything in a fit of rage."

Thena gave him a look, but at least she was smiling again. She tugged at his jacket before moving away, fully pulling it off of him, "what about you? You must be tired."

"I guess," he sighed, spinning to let her put his jacket over her arm while he sat on a bar stool. "Long day, but it could be worse."

"Your mother does call you the perfect son for a reason," Thena teased, squeezing his - very sore - shoulder.

"Aw, she's just sappy," Gil excused, as if he wasn't just as sentimental as his mother. He groaned, "I should start dinner."

"Just sit for a little first, Gil." She said it more firmly than he was expecting her to. He looked up at her beside him, "you're doing so much already."

"I guess," he sighed heavily, already thinking about whether to have a snack or just graze on his ingredients until dinner was ready. He didn't even know what was in the fridge, he had so much on his mind.

"Eat."

Just like he would make for himself at home, a sandwich slid in front of him. It was sourdough (which he baked, obviously), piled high with both pastrami and spicy salami, thin cut tomato, cheddar and gouda cheese, lettuce, banana peppers, spicy mayo and grainy mustard. It was perfect.

"And eat the salad. I'm sure all you've had today is half your mother's iced coffee and a croissant."

He hid his guilty smile as he inspected the sandwich, even cut diagonally like he liked. He turned the plate, admiring the fresh salad. Thena could put together a nice salad--it didn't require any heat, and so long as it didn't involve broccoli, she would actually eat the vegetables in it.

This was what she was doing?

"What?" she frowned at the look on his face, "what's wrong?"

He shook his head, smiling at the sandwich and even more at her. "It's...beautiful."

Thena made a face, nothing short of amused, "Gil, it's a sandwich. I've seen you make it at your place enough times already, and you should have a real meal for yourself before you worry about making one for everyone else--again."

He wasn't getting through to her. He smiled, pulling her hand into his and linking their fingers together, "thanks, Thena. It's perfect."

"Well," she started and stopped, as if her breath caught in the middle of it. She cleared her throat, looking away from him and their linked hands, "you sit and, um, enjoy. I'll...ask if your mother needs help with anything."

"'Kay," he sighed, letting her go forlornly as if she were leaving for the week and not just going upstairs. He let her hand slip away from his, keeping contact with her for as long as possible.

She gave him one last fluttery, fleeting smile as she left him to his snack, choosing to busy herself elsewhere.

Gil picked up one of the halves, going for the thinnest point of the diagonal to start, just the way she knew he liked to have his sandwiches. It really was perfect, and not just considering Thena could barely be trusted to make a grilled cheese for herself.

It was easily the best thing Gil had ever eaten.

#Thenamesh Proposal AU #have I mentioned that I love this au?#I love making food for your loved ones as an act of love #I love even a little snack #being this grand sign of love and tenderness #Thena is in there making this sandwich #concentrating harder on this than anything she has ever done before #she's constructing it just so #laying the meat carefully #spreading the condiments #Kingo comes in like 'what'cha doing?'#Thena: OUT #she needs complete concentration for Gil's masterpiece #and then finally she's going to present it to him and gets all shy #y'know like you do with your pretend fiance #Kingo walks in like good sandwich?#Gil: OUT

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