#despite how old i am...aheheh...

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funny girl holds a mic

plus the last time i drew her with a mic for comparison

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Woooooo it’s been a while since I really existed here. And, like, I’ve already been effectively offline for a solid month and doing nothing but playing Skyrim and ESO (which I really wanted to be posting about, but I was avoiding social media on purpose).

It’s kind of ironic how it seems tumblr has circled back around to feeling like a relatively safe place, or at least, like...somewhere that isn’t constantly horrible. At the very least, it’s definitely easier for me to exist here than anywhere else.

The past month has definitely been odd, since I haven’t been so offline or disconnected or whatever since I was literally nine years old. And I do kind of want to go back to existing here and just talking about My Feelings for my own sake, just to get them out there, especially when/because I frequently don’t actually want to have a discussion about whatever it is I’m saying.

I realize the vast majority of my followers probably don’t know who I am or remember why they followed me, but, like, ahehehe w/e. This blog is massively disorganized despite my Occasional efforts. Very occasional.

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Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

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Valentine’s Day (Rah)

Rah has a GREAT idea for a Valentine’s day present! Maybe....

Rah/Coypu, Gen.

Read it on Ao3! [Link]

This was originally shorter bUT! Jack sent me his Valentine’s Day Message first so I... may have edited it to incorporate that aheheh @jacketyjackjack-fr

Rah knew he'd be coming. He couldn't believe they'd been together over a year now.. Their second festival of love together, maybe there was a chance he'd found love for the long term.

Since the large, scaly man had come into his life things had gotten horribly hectic, a change which he had initially been wary of, but might now be pressed to admit that he enjoyed. It brought variety to what had once been completely controlled and monotonous. Rah enjoyed the monotony and the sense of control that accompanied it, but integrating Coypu into his life had become a challenge. And no challenge could defeat the Scribe of the clan SedAhrkMen.

Still, the festival was coming again, and although he'd heard nothing from Coypu, there was a 99.9% chance he'd be showing up for it. The thought alone caused Rah to blush and clear his throat, adjusting the papers on his desk. The way his mate doted on him was most certainly excessive and unnecessary. But... He had to admit it was pleasing to be so loved and admired. Over time he'd started to feel more deserving of the attention and affection, but he wasn't entirely sure how to match it.

Coypu was thoughtful, and his gifts reflected that, although often they were a bit crude and suggestive as well. Rah wasn't exactly comfortable in his ability to match such a thing, but was determined to get him something in return as well. Something... meaningful. Something important.

He'd been tapping his pencil for days on the subject when inspiration struck. He'd been processing acquisition forms for fabrics and threads from the marketplace, scratching his head in frustration at the notes CONEX had left, likely vague and hard to read on purpose. He'd nearly dropped his pen and gotten ink everywhere in surprise. Of course! His lok'vin!

He hadn't added anything on to the strand of flying fabrics above his lair in a very long time. Traditionally lok'vinne would have any sort of nice or interesting fabrics on them, but Rah preferred to keep his clean, with only the most meaningful flags and fragments on it. His own personal banner, his title as scribe, relevant pieces from major events, Loquat's old banner, things like that.

Throwing the forms to the side he had rushed to CONEX's workshop, slithering impatiently through the piles of fabrics and the minefield of half-finished projects. He'd proposed his idea to her and they'd had the mock-up done in a matter of hours. She’d kicked him out immediately afterwards to work.

When the day finally came he tried his best to hide his enthusiasm, the box tucked away on the small shelf of his work desk. He kept glancing at it, the ribbon perfect and prim. He smothered another smug grin, prideful and very sure he’d outdone his boyfriend this time. 

When Coypu arrived he had a letter and a box of his own, the usual flirtatious smirk fixed firmly in place. Rah accepted the gift and the kisses, rolling his eyes playfully at the winks thrown his way. He opened the letter, which simply read “Happy Valentine’s Day”.

“Did you write this yourself?”

Coypu’s chest puffed out, “Sure did!”

“Your penmanship is much better,” he smiled at it softly before placing it gently on his desk. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to write well.” 

That got him a laugh. He took the heart-shaped box and roses next, untangling it carefully and placing the flowers to one side. He’d have to get them water, soon. Perhaps even preserve a few. The box itself was filled with... ribbons? Awards. He shifted through them a little, noting one which seemed to read “best butt award”. Clearly he’d have to read them all later.

He frowned slightly as he got to the real present, a necklace and.. a ring? He looked up at Coypu, head tilted a bit in confusion. He didn’t have a chance to ask, Coypu already telling him.

"I ain't gonna do anything too wacky today, but, I was just thinkin' it'd be nice to one day settle down or somethin'. And who else am I gonna wanna settle down with 'sides you? I'm not askin' you to marry me or nothin',” he scratched his head a little bit bashfully, “not yet anyway... But I'd sure like it if you thought about doing so."

Rah stared at the box in his hand, trying not to notice that it was trembling slightly. He swallowed thickly and bit his lip. Coypu noticed the tension building in his shoulders and reached out a hand, placing it on the small scribe softly. Had he been... out of line? He hoped not.

“You ok?”

Rah tried to nod, but it came out as more of a jittery twitch. He squeezed the box in his hand and turned his head, looking around. “I’d.. Um. Perhaps I should... sit down.”

Coypu nodded slowly and gently steered him towards his stool. The worry was evident on his face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’a assumed, um-”

Rah shook his head in quick tiny turns, “No! No. I- I’m just.. Oh wow, I...” He let the box rest in his lap and ground the heel of his hand into his eye, only mildly surprised that it was somewhat wet. “Marriage is.. gosh, um.. It’s.. different here.” He let out a shaky breath, “I just... I’m not saying! No! Or.. yes.. or.. well I don’t really know what I’m saying, um.”

Coypu put a hand on his back and rubbed slightly, “Take your time. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

With a grateful nod, Rah cleared his throat, tucking his hands firmly under his legs on the stool and trying to regain some semblance of composure. “I.. If I’m completely honest I’m simply awestruck by the very idea that-” his voice broke slightly, falling to a hoarse whisper, “That you’d so much want to stay with me. For the very fact.”

The laugh startled him, and he looked up at Coypu. “That’s it? ‘Course I wanna stay with you, darlin’! Who wouldn’t!” He kept rubbing circles on Rah’s back, and brought his free hand up to wipe at a single stray tear on his face. “I’m not proposin’ or anythin’. Just... maybe think about it, yea?”

Rah nodded and sniffed, still overwhelmed by the gift he’d been given. The real gift seeming to be the strong bubble of warmth that had planted itself in his chest. 

He wiped his eyes again with the back of his hand, leaving a small smear of ink on his cheek. He gestured to his desk, “I got you a present, as well.” He gave a small laugh, “Somehow in the same vein of thinking, I suppose...”

Coypu got up to retrieve it, bringing over the small package and turning it different directions as he walked back over. “This paper is so fancy. Damn.”

“It’s just shiny, is all.” He smiled as Coypu sat back down next to him. “That’s not the present, though.”

“Well I know that!” Coypu huffed and started trying to peel the paper off carefully, but still managing to mangle it pretty good despite his best efforts.

It was a box, small and flat. Inside it, wrapped in tissue and folded carefully was some sort of cloth, heavy and dark. Coypu pulled it out carefully to look at it, turning it this way and that. It was various shades of green and somewhat iridescent, the primary color being similar to Coypu’s own shade of green. It was elaborately embroidered with thin golden thread, soft patterns and whirls forming a thick border on the lengthy piece of fabric.

He tilted his head, clearly a bit confused. “Is it.. clothes? Don’t think it’ll cover much, babe.” He winked, “Unless that’s the idea.”

Rah gave a long and frustrated sigh, shoulders deflating a little bit. He wasn’t upset with Coypu, but rather with himself for not even thinking about the fact that his boyfriend likely wouldn’t even know what it was. Suddenly he was nervous. If he didn’t know what it was, then... it probably didn’t have much meaning to him, which meant it really wasn’t as much of a gift as Rah had thought it would be.

He placed his own box to the side on the table and reached a hand out to flatten the large piece of cloth some. “I-It’s a flag. For the lok’vin. For my lok’vin.” He cleared his throat and stretched it fully, the long shape a rectangle with a triangle cut out of one end. “You know.. The um, the large ropes in the sky? They’re on all the houses and the buildings and we each have one, and of course I-I guess it might not actually mean much to you now that I think about it, but the fabrics on them all usually mean things o-or have a um, purpose.” He shrugged and smoothed it between his hands nervously. “I wanted... to put this on mine. It’s.. It’s for you. It means you.” 

He pointed to a thick line of text embroidered onto the bottom edge. “This is.. our language. It’s your name. And.. a small title. I....” Rah let go and ran his fingers through his hair nervously, “It’s silly, isn’t it.”

Coypu held the cloth up higher, squinting at it. He lowered it into his lap and turned to Rah with a large grin, shoving his face into his boyfriend’s and planting a solid kiss. He pulled back and continued to grin, running his fingers over the section that Rah had said was his name. “I love it!”

“I get it! It’s like puttin’ my name on the mailbox!” He laughed loudly and draped the flag over Rah’s head. “So you’re sayin’ I’m important to you. And askin’ me to move in with ya’?” He wiggled his eyebrows and winked.

Rah blushed and pulled the flag off of his head. “You already basically do, I’m simply commemorating your importance in my life and-”

Coypu cut him off with another kiss, pulling back a few inches, his smile much softer and eyes gentle. “I get it. It’s perfect.” He kissed Rah again, pleased when the scribe leaning forward into it, a small hand coming to rest on Coypu’s leg. 

“Okay.” He nodded, “If you say so then I believe you.” 

Emboldened by the newfound knowledge that Coypu was considering marrying him of all things, and pleased that his gift had supposedly gone over well, he slipped the hand on Coypu’s leg in further.

“Of course... I never said I only got you one present,” he said with a grin.