#hiding away in my drafts

[eternalreignblog]

GP Lexa receives a text from an unknown number. When she opens it, she finds a nude of Clarke who sent it to her by mistake. Lexa decides to play along and sends a dick pic back

Tossing her bag down on the kitchen table, Lexa groaned audibly as she collapsed down on the sofa. She was exhausted after a long, hard day at the fire station and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, bury herself under her doona, and sleep for a week.

Hearing her phone ping with a notification nearly made her scream, thinking it might be her boss calling her back in for a double shift.

Mentally preparing herself for disappointment, Lexa hoisted herself up and ruffled through her bag to find the offending device. Swiping to unlock her phone, Lexa was pleasantly surprised to see a message from an unknown number rather than her boss.

Sighing in relief, Lexa plonked herself back down on the couch and opened up the message, assuming it was another one of those scam attempts.

Her eyebrows shot up instantly, and her dick twitched in approval as an image of a perfect set of tits flashed up on her screen with the caption "thinking of you 💋"

There were no links. No, 'click here to see more' or any other tell-tale sign of a scam message, so Lexa concluded she must be the lucky recipient of a wrong number sext.

Her cock was getting hard looking at the mirror snap of the strangers gorgeous breasts, thinking about sliding her dick between them and cumming on the lips that were just out of frame. She could see some tendrils of blonde hair over petit shoulders, but the stars of the show were definitely the huge breasts sitting proud, nipples hard, and pointing toward the camera in all their double-D glory.

Feeling bold, and now kinda horny, Lexa shoved her pants down enough to free her now rock hard cock, and started stroking.

Before she could think about it too much, she snapped a pic of her dick standing tall, bead of precum leaking from the tip as she jerked it to the strangers picture.

Lexa had to admire the photo for a second as her slim waist and small hands had the added effect of making her cock look huge by contrast.

She quickly typed out "now I'm thinking of you too 🍆💦" and sent off the message to the unknown number.

Her heart was beating with nerves and lust, never having sent an intimate image to a partner before, let alone a perfect stranger.

She went back to admire the nude, still impressed by the quality assets in the photo. Lexa was definitely a boobs girl, and this set was notging short of magnificent.

Lexa was stroking her cock, slowly working herself up when she almost dropped her phone in surprise when a new message came through.

Scrolling excitedly down to the new pic, Lexa let out an audible groan at the sight of the woman's naked body. She was lying on her bed, one knee up with a hand between her legs, touching herself as she took the photo from just above her chest so Lexa had a perfect view right down her gorgeous figure.

The woman had captioned it "what are you thinking about?"

Lexa was invested in this little game now, pulling herself up off the sofa and meandering her way ungracefully to the bedroom, knocking into walls and furniture in her haste, all while divesting herself of her clothes haphazardly.

She came to a halt in front of her bathroom mirror, and before she could overthink how utterly insane she was being by sending nudes to a total stranger, she snapped a shot of her torso and cock, the frame starting just under her breasts and showcasing her abs.

Smiling smugly, she sent the picture with the line, "sliding my cock between your tits before I fuck you hard,"

Laying down on her bed, Lexa waited not so patiently for a reply while slowly jerking herself.

After less than a minute, a massage came through, and Lexa was mildly disappointed when no image was attached - until she read the words.

"Your cock looks delicious, i want to taste it 🫦"

Lexa groaned audibly as the image of her cock dissapearing into the mysterious woman's mouth flashed through her mind.

Before she had a chance to respond, a picture came through, and Lexa nearly came on the spot as she took in the image of a decent sized dildo sliding into a soaked pussy. Moments later, another message followed.

"I wish this was your dick,"

Without thinking, Lexa fired back, "I would fuck you so much better, I would eat your pussy till you're screaming before rolling you over, sliding in and fucking you until you cum on my cock,"

The three dots appeared straight away.

"Slap my ass while I'm face down on the mattress and I'll cum so hard on your cock. I want your cum inside me so bad,"

"I would fill you up so much you'd feel it dripping out for a week,"

"I'd clean you up so good, lick all our cum off your dick,"

"I'd make sure you get every last drop,"

The rapid-fire texts stopped for a moment, and Lexa was disappointed because she was so close to busting that one more message would probably have sent her over the edge.

Stroking herslef, Lexa could feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Scrolling through the chat and looking at the pictures again, she was so close to nutting. God, this girl was hot as fuck, Lexa sent a silent shout out to whoever the dumbass was that gave her the wrong number.

Their loss. Lexa’s unequivocal gain.

Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention, another message and pic appeared on Lexa's screen.

Her eyes raked over the new image of pretty pink pussy lips absolutely covered in slick, two fingers sliding through the mess with the caption: "i just came so hard thinking about your cock,"

It was exactly what Lexa needed, the thought of her cock replacing the fingers in the pic sent her careening over the edge, cumming hard all over her abs.

She stroked her dick to squeeze out every last drop, only adding to the impressive load that had accumulated. Lexa hadn't cum this hard or this much in ages and the release left her feeling spent and relaxed.

After she came back down to earth, and with her last ounce of energy, Lexa snapped a pic of the mess she'd made and sent it off, "wish you were here to clean me up," she added before she collapsed in exhaustion.

**********

The next morning, Lexa woke to find herself in pretty much the same position she fell asleep in, and just as messy. Kicking her past self for not at least cleaning up before falling asleep, Lexa dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Thinking back on the crazy events of the night before, Lexa could hardly believe it had even happened. She opened up the convo with the stranger to rehash the memory and prove to herself that it was indeed real and not some fatigue induced hallucination.

What she wasn't expecting to find was a fresh massage -

"I have no idea who you are, you're definitely not the person who gave me their number last night, but damn girl, I need your cock in my life. If you're in Polis, and fuck I hope you are, be at Grounders Bar at 10pm tonight, I'll be the one in red,"

As soon as she finished reading, Lexa was on the phone to her boss to change shifts.

There was no fucking way she was going to be anywhere other than Grounders tonight.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 3

Despite what the amount of doodles I'm posting might suggest I really am trying to give my wrist a break

It takes Shadow a hot second to find the blueprints and the notes about his inhibitor cuffs. He's not sure if they'll make it better or worse for Sonic so he's hesitant to try until Sonic goes down mid battle and he risks it. The cuffs work, they're a bit unstable, but they work. So he finishes off the battle with Sonic in tow and goes straight to Tails.

[bunnieswithknives]

Did I ever mention my Lyle conspiracy theory/hc that he was transformed even before the Visitor arrived?

Lyle one of the few lucid characters you cant directly ask if he looked outside, which is interesting because you can ask a lot of characters who its dead obvious did.

We know its possible to have mutated before the Visitor fully showed up because of what happened to Fredrick. The painting of the sky revealed something not visible to the naked eye, and if it worked for a painting why not a photograph? We know digital methods don't keep images of the Visitor well which would be a natural limit on ppl getting exposed beforehand, but polaroids specifically do capture it and surely if the sky was so alluring both artists would be drawn to it.

We don't have a strict timeline on Fredrick's exposure, but some kinds of paint take weeks or months to fully dry, and considering how many wet paintings he has laying around its safe to say he uses the slow drying stuff.

There's also Lyles other photographs, the soul stealing ones. You can meet Lyle as early as the first day, but if you chose to attack him he's already acquired quite the collection. You could write that off as game design of course, but more intriguing is the contrast of his reaction to his transformation to Jeanne's right across the hall. That being basically no reaction at all. He's obviously not fine with it per-say, but he certainly seems a lot more settled in. And if Sam caught sight of Lyle before the apocalypse hiding himself with his cloak, it might explain why Sam's stupid ass doesn't immediately clock him as inhuman. It would be slightly more reasonable to assume Lyle's just shy like that if there's precedent, and he doesn't have the context of Fredrick existing yet.

Is this an intended implication? Probably not but I like to think about it, and now you can too!!

[sillyabtmusic]

[d8tl55c]

my favorite worms

[loumandaniel]

sort of a scribble note of a post but thinking about daniel molloy and potential madness again…the issue with mayfair witches is it handed me a talamasca agent that does memory alterations. cip, another talamasca character that can see memories when touching anything, says those memories are gone forever. there is no coming back; it’s literal static to him now. this keeps leading me down the road that if daniel molloy is actually missing memories? a likely culprit is albrecht. now here’s the thing: vampirism is confirmed to be a cure for some ailments, like parkinson’s (bummer but oh well). if daniel did get wiped down by albrecht, would his vampirism attempt to treat memory loss as a wound? something to be healed? so back to daniel molloy’s potential madness arc - if your mind starts stitching your memories back up, could it drive you mad? could daniel get so lost in the present, building his past, that he goes mad?

[meowthiroth]

so I picked up splatoon 3 again today for the first time since late 2022 (just wanted to get in on the splatfest & try out a few new weapons). and eventually after I got my bearings back I wanted to take a break from turf war & go draw a splatfest post, so I went over to the postbox & then proceeded to absolutely lose my shit because as soon as I opened it I was greeted with this

[justbelievinginmagic]

Hello! For the questions for fic writers thing, here are the questions I've chosen (they're quite a lot, feel free to answer whichever one/s u like, I'm interested in hearing your takes!):

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Like A Waltz, what would it be?

22. Who is your favorite character in Like a Waltz and why?

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

oooo so many!! im so excited to answer them!!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? i feel like a lot of my fics are inspired by something! like there is always something i can reference and build off of (ie. ariadne's thread is inspired by labyrinth and follows its plot with divergences or like a waltz is inspired by iomt mv but also mafia/ballet sources.) i also think i slowburn a lot lol. all of my fics feel very slow burn with their romances. ive heard i am very detailed when i write too! and i know i personally care about making things feel realistic both in the world and how people react to it! i think i use parentheses often to imply asides/commentary that may not fit the flow of the paragraphs - they are often attempts at giving more context or a character's feelings. i dont think i do that in Every fic though.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? For kpop specifically, I hated AUs lol. I only read idol-verse stuff for so long. but now I mostly read just AUs haha and i rarely write idolverse stuff too lol. I used to refuse to read ABO. i thought it was just strange - but eventually you read all the non-abo stuff in kpop fanfic category and get desperate to read more lol. I like ABO now - especially when people discuss gender/societal roles within it and it feels less like a smut trope and more like a world. Sports AUs have grown on me; ill read them now when i used to completely pass them. I guess this is more AUs rather than tropes but thats what came to mind.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? Im very set into my tropes lol; i cant remember anything that im like i wont read that if i already enjoyed it. i could read the same flavor of fic with the same tropes and be like i love this lol.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? Ooo I'll do this per fandom I like writing for: ATEEZ: I want to write a Tron AU for Ateez inspired by their The World albums BUT really dive into tron lore lol like the concept of tech and users/humans seen as gods. That franchise is so weird!! and i can imagine ateez in specific roles from the film! I also want to read more cult!ateez lol. i could never write it, but ive really enjoyed the psychological horror of the fics that i have read. berryunho's the answer is the best one ive ever read its so realistic and horrifying. STRAY KIDS: I have a The Borrowers AU (inspired by their Giant MV) idea. I think itd be so fun to write seriously - like where they have to navigate a world with humans as itty bitty ppls but also incorporate religious lore that the MV had. I seriously dont think I'll ever write this lol. I also want in general more MV inspired fics in SKZ!! Megaverse, NoEasy, their solos!! there is such potential for writers!! BTS: Okay I have an ON MV inspired fic! But its about a d&d-esque world where there will be a ritual/sacrifice to bring upon either a new beginning or the end. Full of magic but also physical fighting and clans and soulmates!! I've written so much for this but never really solidified a super clear story for it :(( ENHA: More. Modern. Vampire. I will read it allllll. I'd like to write a Bite Me AU too - where its more Victorian era vampire inspired or maybe reader is the vampire. I personally dont vibe with the MC having more control over the boys but itd make sense with their Orange Blood album as inspo. But I gotta finish immortal lolol.

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Like A Waltz, what would it be? Oooo this is fun. tbh i would've liked to include a "from the perspective of the theatre box" scene. probably early on, maybe when woo and san only knew of her. canonically, yeosang/yunho/seonghwa/san/woo had been to the theatre before meeting yn, just to watch her. id be interested to write their first impressions. and their conversations about her while in the box. more insight on their thoughts on yn basically and maybe insight on why they are in cromer in the first place? i like the idea that they didnt expect to fall for her in the beginning. i do like the mystery of not including this though!

22. Who is your favorite character in Like a Waltz and why? I really enjoy YN's characterization lol. But i feel like thats a cheat to say since she is left somewhat vague for the reader's benefit. Hmmmm I love writing Wooyoung because he feels easy to write; his dialogue comes easy and i think hes fun. but I also love Mingi's backstory the most so far and the way he expresses himself! He's going to be fun to write when we see more and more of him.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? oooo im not so sure. i started immortal as an out of your comfort zone fic. I wanted to write in a more direct way. I have a habit of rambling lolol. so i wrote immortal chapter 1 very straightforward in my opinion. kinda clinical - even if there were emotional moments! It was interesting but it was hard for me to remain consistent. I think thats why i struggle with continuing immortal - i dont want to drift too far from that original tone but its hard.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” omg there are so so so many. ill give a few! keep in mind all of these are 18+! the answer which is about culteez!!! its scary and so good. the writer is so good at building up tension, and also keeping characters true motives secret!! i cant trust any of the boys and i love that!!! i wish i could do that in my work - i too easily add in context for things instead of letting the actual reader figure things out or be tricked! like the moon which is an ateez fantasy au!! this one transports me!!! its so carefully written and i adore all of the introspection we get inside the main character. the writer is amazing at build up as well!! the lily of adversity which is a bts soulmate werewolf magic fantasy au!! oMG I was obsessed with this plot! i love soulmate aus so much and i love rejected love. i also love an unreliable narrator. this fic lead me in one direction only to completely go in a different direction. i love the agency the oc has! love at first touch which is a bts jimin x oc soulmate idol au! another fic that let the reader make conclusions too!! i really struggle with letting my writing speak for itself without elaborating. this fic is sooo good and angsty its just so perf. i love the concept. i wish i could write a universe like this. also basically anything written by foxymoxynoona. she is the goat. she can write so much so beautiful intricate and real!!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason? there is one person who just GETS Like A Waltz! they see every little moment, every little connection, and are like on the same brain wave as me and it just lights up my day to know that my writing is getting across so clearly!!

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? im currently reading bvidzsoo's black ocean series!! i started the series at the end unfortunately lol, so i just read mingi's part and im starting to read through the others. it was sooo good. i loved mingi and reader fighting and pick-pocketing from each other, so cute.

[soulcarved]

i do want to get things into the queue today but also i'm thinking about a plotting guide? but i don't know how helpful that would be for people - but also, i'd have to go through a fix the carrd to update the muse list and everything and honestly it's just a case of whether i have the mental capacity to do that today

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Mayncient Day 2: Meeting

I've had this since I first came up with Anthea and figure what better time to share it than now! So anyway enjoy these two.

word count: 2,650 warnings: none, though recommend you have finished at least ShB before reading. Can be read on Ao3 here

They take a deep breath, closing their eyes, the design in their mind, a blossom with no more than eight white petals at a time with edges in varying colors and a simple dark green stem with the standard leaf pattern from prior flowers. It should be easy, a no brainer, Anthea has made much more creative ideas before on a whim, dionaea muscipula the first to come to mind. They place their fingers in the cool soil feeling the flow of aether disperse from their fingertips, smiling at the thought of just how it might look, mind wandering to what they should make next, something that’s evocative of mankind. Anthea’s eyes fly open with a gasp as they remember how much concentration is the key to getting things right. “Oh no,” they sigh, running their hands down their face, “Maybe it’ll all be fine. It’ll all work out still.”

Anthea splays their fingers slowly, peeking to see that a flower has formed, which does little to alleviate the nerves rolling in their stomach. Little by little they drop their hands until a grey toned flower stands proud before them, Huh, interesting, they think reaching a hand out, snapping it back quickly when the flower shifts into a pure white. They let out a yelp, leaning in closer with delicate fingers tracing and counting the petals. Seven outer ones, six smaller ones surrounding a bulb like center that seems to have the faintest of yellow coloring. The stem devoid of leaves as they all sit at the base, formed like a sharp feather, and all of it a soft glowing white. “Well I don’t think I could have ever imagined the likes of you,” they muse, tilting their head in search of anything else odd about it. 

Anthea jumps when the door opens, hand hitting their chest as their mentor walks in, pulling his white mask and black hood down, shaking out chin length dark brown hair. He smiles at them making his aged tawny skin glow and red undertone brown eyes light up, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you, Anthea.” He walks closer eagerly searching behind them, “Have you completed your first batch of them yet?”

Anthea shakes their head, “Uhm something went a little amiss.” They step aside letting their mentor see just what was made. He holds his chin, brow furrowing as he looks back at the approved design and then the created flower. “Truly I don’t know what happened and I know things must get approved by the bureau first but-.”

“Well not everything gets approval first, Anthea,” he picks the pot up hoping to get a better look at the under petals, “Sometimes ideas are made on a whim, we just have to document it and send the design through. From there we determine if it gets studied or if we must erase it.”

“Oh. Right, yes. Silly me,” they say, giving a small hum, “What do you think they’ll say about this one?”

He smirks, “I think they might let it through considering they allowed for your carnivorous plant to be studied.” He sets the plant down crossing his arms, “Why does it glow all over like that?” They shrug, their mentor giving a small hum before shaking away his thoughts, “See to it you get it logged and to the bureau within the next day or two.”

They nod, watching as he turns to leave allowing for their attention to fall right back onto their creation, “Well you certainly are an interesting one. I hope they keep you because I want to know what secrets you’re hiding.”

The Bureau of Architecture feels busier than normal and all too crowded as Anthea makes their way to the check in line, shoulder impacting with someone rushing out the door, making them lose their balance to land against another’s chest while they cling onto the black sack containing their creation. Their arms reach out to steady Anthea with a small and quiet laugh, Anthea’s hood falling back enough to reveal their dark teal hair. Anthea blushes under the white and silver mask, righting themselves, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall on you like that. You’re not hurt are you?”

The stranger chuckles, letting loose some strands of lavender hair from the shadow of the hood onto a matching white mask, “I am quite alright, so there is no need to be sorry.” 

The voice puts Anthea at ease, “Good, well I mean, I’m glad you’re not hurt that is.”

The stranger tilts his head in a quick assessment, “You’re not hurt are you?”

“Hm, oh no. No, no I’m fine, thank you.” They look over to the growing line with a small groan, “I should go. Gotta check in and even with an appointment and being early you know how they can be.”

They smile at one another, both giving a light laugh and bringing attention to the person standing close that Anthea now realizes was there the whole time with an eye roll and crossing of their arms, Oh no….I think it was them I may have fallen on by that reaction. Anthea readies an apology before being cut off from the one with lavender hair as they give a slight bow, “Of course.” The two quickly make their way towards the elevator leaving a further embarrassed Anthea to shuffle away to the check in line. 

They glance back over their shoulder watching as the elevator doors close, letting out a sigh, “And this is why I don’t like coming to the city.” Anthea shakes their head, gasping midway and quickly opening the bag just enough to see the flower still intact. “Whew. Well thankfully you are safe,” they whisper moving along in the line. By the time they sit down to wait for another to lead them upstairs they can’t help but check on the flower every so often knowing it’ll be at least another twenty minutes even if they had five minutes to spare on their check in time. They watch as people go about the day and overhears talk of the Convocation’s latest events, all of which bores them to some manner and they wish more than anything they could be done with this nonsense and back to Elpis to further their research and continue to try and make their original intent. 

“Anthea!” Someone calls out, as they jump to their feet. The escort locks eyes with them, “Anthea?” They nod with a soft smile, “Good. Follow me.” The two ride the elevator up five floors and enter into a wide office space, with some scattered desks in the center of the room, and private offices with glass windows enclosing them. They’re led to one such office, their escort not even deigning to introduce them before rushing back off. There’s two white masked people which Anthea finds odd and odder still; one sits at the desk while the other stands above them watching as they write something down with the same posture as the person they saw downstairs. 

The one standing looks up at their entrance, “You may have a seat, we’re almost done here.” They nod, lowering their head as they slide into the chair directly across from the judge of their latest creation. “Ah there we go,” the standing one says, picking up the paper and examining it for a brief moment, “I shall leave you to your work now. Thank you for your assistance.” They leave the office sliding the thin curtains closed and shutting the door.

The person sitting across from them exhales removing their mask and hood revealing lavender hair that goes just past the shoulders braided loosely, paired with sparkling amethyst eyes that keep Anthea entranced until he smiles softening the angles of his fair, lightly sun-kissed face. Their brain is already spouting out ideas on flora that could be made based around him like a tree that can produce soft small flowers that come but once a year and stay until the winds of change decorate the world with their petals or a tree with branches that hang low enough to provide shade and safety from the world around them while always having a small creek or river that sings in the same manner as his laughter probably sounds, around his smile with flowers that follow the sun so they always glow with a halo, the shades of purples in his eyes that could lend themselves to a variety of petal gradients, simply put: He’s one of the most beautiful people they’d seen. “You‘re free to remove your mask if you’d like.” Anthea stiffens recognizing the man’s voice as the same one from the stranger she thinks (and hopes) fell into, Of course of all the people…. He gives a nod at their sudden rigidity, “Do you wish to begin, then?”

“Hm,” Anthea blinks a few times while the words he says gain meaning in their brain, “Oh right. Yes, sorry. Uhm….” They look down in their lap at the plant bag and stack of papers beneath it, deciding to put the plant between them with shaky hands hoping it can mask the blush they’re sure can be seen through the one they already wear. “Apologies, normally I just send paperwork in or someone else takes it for me, rarely do I ever make the trip myself, but I felt it necessary this time around.” They take a breath, sifting through the papers to try and focus on the unneeded task of making sure their proper order, before looking up to see the new centerpiece does wonders to block the distraction his all too pretty face can cause. Anthea clears their throat, “Right, well, my name is Anthea and I am here to submit new flora for approval to be studied on Elpis.”

“Wonderful,” he says cheerfully, peeking around to meet their eyes, “I’ve seen the design and have been most curious about the finished product.”

His hands reach out to open the bag, Anthea quickly shooing them away, “Well see here’s the issue, mister…,” they look around the desk hoping to find a name plate before-.

“Hythlodaeus,” he smiles, folding his hands in front of him politely, “Pleasure to meet you, Anthea.”

“Same to you,” they respond quickly, looking down at their paperwork once more, I swear he’s purposely trying to show off his face which is wholly unfair. “The issue, Hythlodaeus, is that this particular flora wasn’t approved prior. It just….happened. I didn’t mean to make something so far from the design already approved, so I’m hoping for a retro approval and subsequent approval to allow Elpis to study it.”

“Hmm, I see.” He looks to their lap, “Might I see what you have written so that I can prepare myself.”

“I could uhm also just show you.”

He laughs, “I do try to be prepared for my appointments, Anthea, and I read that the last time something like this occurred you brought in a carnivorous plant of some kind.”

“No one’s going to let that one go are they,” they grumble.

“Afraid not, but you can understand my slight hesitation in just simply opening the bag now.” They mumble their agreement, handing over the stack of papers. Hythlodaeus looks at them quietly, face unreadable with each turning of a page, until finally, “Well, well not only is it safe but it also holds much more intrigue than your last submission. A flower that is all the color white! How remarkable!”

Anthea smiles, sitting straighter with the praise, “Yes, here let me show you.” They open the bag letting it fall into a puddle around the pot to reveal the soft white glow of the flower. Hythlodaeus’ eyes go wide taking in the blossom, pulling the pot closer to spin it around. “I don’t know why it glows like that. I think maybe it’s meant to be a plant to light the way at night.”

“So it only glows in darkened areas?”

“Well-. Huh,” they purse their lips, fingers holding onto their chin delicately.

He looks away from the flower at them with a small smile, “You’ve yet to observe it in sunlight?” Anthea shakes their head, Hythlodaeus’ smile growing, “Then might I suggest we go and see together? It is a wonderful day out.”

Anthea looks up with wide eyes, “If you find it to be of importance to your decision then, yes.”

He stands, placing his mask back on before putting the pot in the bag once more, “Follow me. There’s a lovely little terrace two floors up.” Anthea follows one step behind, head down, “Is everything alright, Anthea?” He asks once they’ve entered the elevator, making their heart flutter when he uses their name. 

They nod, “Yes, I’m just lost in thought it seems.”

“A researcher like you, I find that unsurprising,” he chuckles. He weaves them through offices and hallways with ease towards the south end of the building. The glass door in front of them shows a small section of garden, a big maple tree casting enough shade to allow for one to have a comfortable meal at one of the tables underneath its leaves, and the beige stone stark against the dark colors of the building. When they step outside Anthea‘s breath catches taking in the little garden in full, with its two big trees, six tables for eating, four for games, and a number of benches with different levels of sun but all able to get the cool breeze that makes this place a paradise in the hotter months. They frown seeing a few spots that lack upkeep, something that doesn’t escape Hythlodaeus’ gaze. “Your specialty is flora, correct?”

“It tends to come out much better than fauna that’s for sure,” they let out a light laugh, “but that may be due to my lack of experience in committing to creating things from my own ideas.”

“It will come in time, but if it doesn’t then perhaps that is your gift to the star.”

They look up at him, eyebrows raising and then furrowing, “Can making mistakes truly be seen as a gift worthy to bring forth unto mankind?”

“Based on your record your ‘mistakes’ have all been seen fit to remain for research and with the ones that have been archived some have even chosen to build off of them, finding their answer within your perspective.” He guides them to sit at a partially covered game table, “If anything I’d dare say you’ve brought the most gifts to mankind for some things would never have come to be had it not been for your ‘mistakes’ as you call them.”

Anthea’s shoulders relax, smile returning, Can it really be argued that I have already begun my road to contributing to the star?. The question ruminates as they take in the terrace once more, committing the full conversation to memory when the beginning of it raises a question, “Why ask me such a thing to begin with?”

“Ask you….Oh! You looked at the flowers so sadly I was going to suggest we assist in their upkeep.”

“Oh,” they blush, “Right. I should have thought of that.”

“My creation magics I will admit are lacking and I believe it would be most helpful to have someone much more skilled at my side.” His smile is soft and reassuring, the heat from his hand warming theirs as the two have accidentally placed them too close to one another. Anthea doesn’t say anything about it and simply nods to answer his request for their assistance, “Ah, wonderful!”

“I won’t be cutting into any of your other work will I?”

“I am always conducting work, even when it looks as if I’m not.” He laughs at his own observation, Anthea joining in with a single thought, Something I hope I can come to learn as true, Hythlodaeus.

[ragnar0c]

I'm going to work on 1 out of 3-4 things for my birthday.

Chapter 5 of OoS and/or* the chapter 5 bonus comic

( Very likely only one of these choices. You won't see either of these if one is done before the other. But know one will be done [hopefully] unless I explode orrrr choose)

A picture of yassified Kujura with brown eyes and big earrings bc I'm madly in love with him or something.

My Zodiac sona/ a picture of myself

[scribbly-artist]

I just woke up from a dream within a dream about this account.

What. The. Hell??

[grcveyacd]

“ you were put on this earth to give me a headache — “ // @edhellfire

[aeternxm-aa]

lily apologizing for being a shitty mom and not being there for eito because she was so caught up in the feelings of losing takeshi and pls just imagine with me...

eito snapping. just--

" i get it -- you miss dad. you lost him -- it's sad, tragic. but what about me, mom? i was right there -- i was right there and you couldn't even look at me. you couldn't even be there because what? i'm just like my dad? well i'm sorry -- but i can't help that, it's not my fault that he's dead--

--so why does it feel like it is?"

[saekkas]

3.8k sae fic??!?! thank you for coming back from the dark rin lover side ^_^

emma !!! yes i have finally returned from he who shall not be named's side (●ˇ∀ˇ●) also, how are you? i feel like i haven't seen you around lately (my tumblr is shitty, i literally see no one on my dash smh)

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

Ya know, I’m just now realizing that a good April Fools thing could’ve been to “guest star” other muses of mine here for asks… > 3 > (oh well— little late for that now lol, plus I was preoccupied on another blog anyways—)