#sooo corny

[ishgard]

I had some really corny notes for them to scribble, their thoughts on this and that, but it looked terribly messy so I'm tossing them below the cut instead.

Notes:

How it Happens: Ahru: Define 'slowly'. Alphinaud: How long did it take you to realize? Ahru: … Ahru: Sometimes I feel like I'm still 'realizing' just how much I love you.

(The 'Unintentionally' vs 'Tries to get closer' is a little ??? because she did very much 'try to get closer' but not at all with romantic intentions early on, which was how I read this. But she always teased, jabbed at him, was generally comfortable getting close and open with him, etc. and so forth.)

Showing Affection: Ahru: This was… surprising… Alphinaud: What can I say? I'm not one to be outdone.

(Ahru has always been open and forward about such things, but the depth of how important Alphinaud is to her caused her to pull back (freeze up) a bit more at times. Meanwhile, after the time he spent in the Dome, he put aside a lot of the fears that held him back and resolved to never waste a precious moment again, let alone hold back what he wants to say to her.)

Handling Conflict: Ahru: …What do we ever fight about? Alphinaud: I should hardly be surprised you'd forget. Alphinaud: Perhaps it might have aught to do with your habitual disregard for your own well-being? Ahru: Ah… that.

(She is so… so… battle horny. And regrettably he has come to 'accept' this about her, even appreciate it, but no! He has to put his foot down. But!! He's not much better! she would quickly argue back. At least in terms of putting himself in danger or otherwise painting a target on his back. Anyway, they're silly and most of their arguments are out of concern for one another's well-being and bad habits.)

Dealing with Jealousy: Ahru: I feel a bit guilty… Alphinaud: Don't be silly, you've always been this way. I'm already well accustomed to it. Ahru: I'm not quite sure that makes me feel any better…

(She's always been needy, but it's manifested in less obvious ways. Not unlike a dog doing tricks for its master…)

Dealing with Jealousy 2: Ahru: It's a small amount, but I didn't expect you to be more jealous. Alphinaud: Only a little. There are full many who would vie for your attentions. But I can take comfort in knowing I have something they do not. Ahru: Yeah, me. Alphinaud: Yes, you.

(The implication is much deeper and doesn't really need to be spoken between them. They've been loyal and devoted to one another for pretty much as long as they've known each other after all - before it grew into romantic feelings. All that time and those experiences together are something no one else can have or hope to replicate.)

Relationship Attitude: Ahru: Once again, you surprise me. Alphinaud: Truly? Hm. I daresay you've rubbed off on me. Ahru: If that's true, I'd say it goes both ways.

(He's more open with affection because of her, but she's more dedicated because of him.)

Attachment: Ahru: Every time we get split up something terrible happens… Alphinaud: But it all turned out well in the end, did it not?

(It's not great, but she's working on it - but also, it's not exactly causing too many problems. Other than maybe her almost going villain mode at the idea of him being killed. But that would just be what the world deserves! [Ahru that's the problem…] Also, deep down, he's probably worse than he realizes - or rather, he is capable of being very over-protective when the situation arises. )

[homepic6]

[hyruling]

number 50 for the prompts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

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“You’re staring.”

He is. Has been, all night, and apparently finally been caught.

They’re in the kitchen, again, and Buck is watching him, flushed from the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the exertion of the game of charades that got a little too rowdy. Everyone else is in the living room, clustered around Bobby like a herd of elephants protecting their young, and when Buck got up to refill the snacks Eddie unfolded himself from the armchair and followed.

So yeah, he’s been staring. As if it’s his fault. Buck is wearing that cardigan that pulls tight across his chest and makes his eyes look stupidly blue. He’s forgone any hair product, curls bouncy and so touchable it’s been driving him crazy all night. And Bobby is in his house, something he thought he’d never get to see again. Chris is home, tucked away in his room with Denny and Mara and probably Jee, entertaining themselves away from the embarrassing adults. The world is right again, and pleasantly fuzzy from all the wine Karen’s been plying him with all night.

And Buck. He’s already mentioned the cardigan, and the hair, but Buck has been in his element tonight. Full of laughter, the spirit Eddie was worried had been broken forever repaired and thriving. He’s been fluttering around the house, refilling drinks and serving food with a bright smile that he can’t get enough of.

Buck’s glancing over at him now, hands busy with re-plating a charcuterie board. He has a soft smile just for Eddie, and it makes him a little nauseous with how painfully in love with him he is. How stupid he’s been to have wasted so much time pretending he wasn’t.

“Earth to Eddie?” Buck says, grin widening into something teasing.

“Hmm?” Eddie asks, settling against the counter behind him while Buck works at the island. He fiddles with his wineglass, nearly empty, and watches Buck cut up a block of gouda cheese. He’s pushed the sleeves of the cardigan to his elbows, forearms flexing, and Eddie can’t quite make himself look away.

“I said you’re staring,” Buck repeats with a little laugh. “Did you follow me in here just to watch, or are you gonna help?”

“I’m fine right here,” Eddie answers, delighting in Buck’s eye roll, the blush that creeps into his cheeks. “It’s a good view.”

Buck goes crimson, drops the block of cheddar he’d been about to slice. “Eddie. You can’t say that kind of shit when I have a knife in my hand.”

“Why?” Eddie teases, and the back of Buck’s neck turns red. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders how far it spreads. “Does it make you flustered, Buckley?”

He knows it does. But that certainty was hard earned, having spent weeks agonizing over living in such close quarters with Buck, telling himself all kinds of stories about why his heart raced when their hands brushed over the coffee pot, convinced Buck must not feel the same way. Until his tía had walloped him upside the head, metaphorically speaking, a few weeks in and told him to lock Buck down before it was too late.

In her own words, of course.

He suspects she had a similar conversation with Buck, given the way he’d come inside after seeing her to her car, red-faced and avoiding Eddie’s eyes. They’d stuttered and tiptoed around each other for a few days before settling back into their normal, which Eddie had finally come to realize was not most people’s normal.

“I—shut up,” Buck says, and picks up the cheese.

But now that he’s started, he can’t help himself. Fueled by three and a half glasses of wine, and the profound joy that’s bursting to spill out of his ribcage, he inches closer until his hip presses into the island right next to Buck.

Buck goes briefly rigid but recovers quickly — Eddie wouldn’t even have noticed the slip if he wasn’t watching him so closely. He keeps slicing cheese methodically, eyes fixed determinedly on his hands.

“Looking a little flushed there, bud,” Eddie says. “Too much wine?”

Buck huffs and flushes harder. “I only had two glasses. What’s that, your fourth?”

“You monitoring my drinking?” Eddie asks, and Buck chuckles.

“Only cause I know you’ll have a massive headache later,” Buck replies. “Good thing I stocked up on Excedrin last week.”

He finishes the cheese and starts in on some sausage, unwrapping it from the plastic, and Eddie can’t resist.

“Nice sausage you got there.”

Buck chokes on spit and drops the knife, turning to face Eddie at last. “Eddie. What is this?”

“What?” Eddie asks innocently. He’s too drunk to properly flirt, never flirted with a man before and is rusty nonetheless; but Buck is responding beautifully, in a way that he knows only he could tease out of him.

“You’re complimenting my sausage?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s a nice one, that’s all. Thick, firm. I’d like to taste it—”

Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cutting him off, and his blood sings from the contact, from Buck flush against him, so close he could count his eyelashes. He barely resists the urge to lick his hand.

“Eddie,” Buck says in a low, plaintive voice that’s doing nothing to calm down his dick, which is not uninterested in the sudden lack of personal space. “You gotta—you know what you’re doing. Don’t—don’t be mean.”

And that—he knows then that they’re not on equal footing, that Buck is still operating under the illusion that Eddie’s not attainable, not already his. That the uptick in Eddie’s heated stares, his hand on Buck’s lower back while he’s cooking, the hip checks at the bathroom sink, have not communicated as clearly as he thought how much he wants this.

So Eddie nods, still silenced by Buck’s hand, and purses his lips until Buck can feel them against his palm. Buck snags it back like he’s been burned, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly. He picks up Buck’s hand and presses another kiss to his knuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on Buck’s. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Buck looks lost, staring at him the way he had when Eddie appeared amongst the rubble and dust weeks ago — like he’s a ghost, like he’d never seen him before.

“A-are you sure? Because Eddie, I can’t—”

Eddie closes the scant distance between them, catches Buck’s jaw in one hand, and kisses him.

Buck doesn’t kiss him back at first, frozen in Eddie’s gentle grip — and then he’s making a soft, hurt sound and pulling Eddie closer, hands immediately snaking under his shirt to find the skin of Eddie’s back. His head spins when Buck’s tongue teases at his lips, and he tastes like wine and salt and—

“Buckaroo, what’s the hold up—oh.”

Buck rips away, putting nearly a foot of space between them, and Eddie laughs, giddy. Chim looks like the cat who got the cream when he turns around, face split into a wide grin.

“Whatcha doing gentlemen?” he asks with a snap his gum, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

Buck sputters behind him, but Eddie just shrugs and leans back until he feels Buck’s chest pressed against his back.

“Nothing really. I was just asking Buck about his sausa—”

Buck’s hand slaps over Eddie’s mouth again, pulling him tighter against his chest with the move, and Chim howls out a laugh.

“I knew it!” he cries, clapping his hands together and spinning around. “Maddie! You owe me fifty bucks!”

“Hey!” Buck calls, but it’s too late — Chim’s gone.

Eddie does lick Buck’s hand then, and Buck releases him with a squeal. Eddie turns around and chuckles at Buck’s red face, staring at him helplessly. He can’t help but lean up to press a kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking over the other with a gentle thumb.

“We’re about to be swarmed,” Eddie says. He can already hear exclamations and shrieks coming from the living room and knows they have seconds before their little bubble is shattered. “I love you, and I mean it. And I really can’t wait to try your sausage.”

Buck snorts and drops his head to press against Eddie’s forehead, eyes brimming with what look like tears. Eddie thumbs a stray one away with the hand on his cheek. “Eddie, I—I love you so much, it’s—I—”

“What have we here?”

It’s Hen that breaks them apart this time. Buck’s smiling sheepishly over Eddie’s shoulder, and when Eddie turns, he sees at least four people trying to crowd in the doorway, the rest cloistered behind them in the dining room. Buck sighs, and drops a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before beckoning them in.

“Alright. Get in here, you animals.”

Like a dam breaking their family descends, pouring into every nook and cranny, and Eddie swears his kitchen has never felt so warm.

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prompts xo

[lemonlimestar]

fools rush in

[thedykeparade]

I have to say this, I'm so curious about the approach they took for ALAYM in the movie because to me at least that scene and song are so clearly meant to be interpreted as them making love, so I wonder if they'll at least imply it in some way or if they decided not to aknowledge that aspect of it at all. Which wouldn't bother me, I don't think a sex scene is strictly necessary at all, it's just. I really am curious about it because again I feel like even the lyrics are subtle but also not that subtle about it.

[merlinmerlot]

if i had a nickle for every time i became enamored with the deceptive rogue elf x uses-humor-as-a-coping-mechanism-for-his-self-loathing ship, i would have two nickles. which isn't a lot,

[dulceswans]

That one scene in The Last Unicorn but FatedFeathers. Thank you

[eggo-tistical]

merry valentine’s day squad

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

working on comic I've had sitting around for genuinely months he's so cute I love drawing him doing little...

nervous!! he's nervous.. put your tooth back in your mouth boy.

[strawberrystepmom]

this is so vulnerable and embarrassing so pls be nice to your pet pisces but sometimes i love a character too much and it's hard to talk about them like all i wanna do is talk about dante and tell u guys every thought i have but im also like...no....keep your love quiet and close to your heart. idkoawpjeoaijldfka.sdjflaipsjfdoweipafjlakdjsf it's humiliating to be me for arbitrary reasons i created

[intern-seraph]

playful land presents such genuinely baffling themes and throughlines that i am rendered speechless in its wake. why is "SCHOOL IS COOL!" a theme for this event when the more important thing should be the human trafficking. why do they intersperse tense moments with "you should go to class! there's so many good things about going to school!"

like, if the audience for this game was younger... well, it probably wouldn't be the same game, but the VERY hamfisted "stay in school" message would make more sense. but, like, this kind of game is targeted towards older teens and young adults. people who are finishing secondary, are high school graduates, college students, and college graduates. this kind of theme is so bizarre.

also, it is strongly implied that there are no public school systems in twisted wonderland??? like, is there NO nation that has free public education??? why does fellow honest/ernesto foulworth (what a name lmao) believe that high school is for rich kids only?? what the fuck is going on??? WHY IS THIS SOMEHOW MORE IMPORTANT TO THE EVENT THAN THE ORGANIZED HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING??????

[kittycarly]

Birthday Lady 🍄 @sm-baby 🎁

Just a detailed “quick” sketch as a gift for this amazing little mushroom lady, from my entire stay on Tumblr so far, never thought she would become one of my favorite artists, really wish her the best today (or yesterday, sorry if i’m a bit late ;;) 💗

Happy Birthday Mushroom! Hope you had a wonderful day! 🎉

[kimquatz]

looking back, i noticed a funny "flaw"/quirk i notice of my own personal writing is that I think I just write kind of corny.... 🙈 I like a happy ending and i love the power of love/friendship saving the day LMFAO

sometimes i'm a little too anime for my own good KDJASLK

[habibisagi]

my baby who i miss and love so bad

[hornyverymuch]

Damashi: And now, you have to- wait, what happend to you?

Shang Tsung with black lipstick smeared on his face and neck: I have no idea, really...

[butchcrona]

manga ending wasnt terrible but i feel like any lasting big impact it would’ve had on me is cancelled out by the last minute boobs madness garbage and even the attempt afterwards to detract from it doesnt help because the entire time im like what the fuck was that