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yes i call my bf puppy no im not ashamed #cringelord

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i will write again soon…. i just have to finish going crazy first

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let’s climb mama

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i love you shauna shipman

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we must believe the love is worth the risk of whatever comes after btw

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My Gift is My Song (And This One’s For You)

˚✧₊⁎ where Felix plays the piano instead of telling you how he feels

˚✧₊⁎ word count: 354

˚✧₊⁎ note: it’s been so long since i’ve posted and i’ve never written ACTUAL fanfiction ever,,,, so if it’s bad Don’t tell me please! 😇 I know LL is dead basically but Felix is still in my Mind….. i love him…

Felix can’t tell you he loves you.

Well, not yet. Not because he’s not sure, or because he’s scared—even though he is. He doesn’t want to scare you off. You with your bright eyes and silvery, warm laughter, your gentle hands that touched him only every so often. Hands he wished would touch him more often. He was only here to help you get home. He had to remember that.

Right now, you’re sat side by side on a piano bench, elbows bumping and knees pressed together. Felix had asked if you wanted to hear something he’d been practicing (though he left out the fact that he only practiced it for you). The amber candlelight flickered, shadows coming and going, dancing across the room. Your face cast in a velvety, warm light that made Felix’s heart ache. His eyes lingered on the shadow of your lashes against your cheek, and oh, how badly he wanted to be allowed to want it—to want you.

You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his daze. Felix quickly sat up straight, mumbling a quick apology and flipping through the sheets of music sitting in front of him. You cracked a joke, but he barely heard it. He swallowed thickly, his hands kneading together in his lap. He’d played in front of you plenty of times, but this was different. He so desperately wanted your approval, your praise. With one final look up at you, he brought his hands up to the keys.

It started out clumsy at first, his fingers slipping on the smooth ivory of the keys, and Felix cringed at himself. He tried to focus on anything but your eyes on him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his fingers steadily glided across the keys thoughtlessly, the notes light and fragile. He wondered if you could feel it: the aching, the sick desperation, the nearly painful tenderness he felt for you. He wondered if you could hear what the notes were saying, what his hands coaxed out of the piano. I want you. You are something to me that nobody else is. I’m sorry I can’t say it out loud. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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My Gift is My Song (And This One’s For You)

˚✧₊⁎ where Felix plays the piano instead of telling you how he feels

˚✧₊⁎ word count: 354

˚✧₊⁎ note: it’s been so long since i’ve posted and i’ve never written ACTUAL fanfiction ever,,,, so if it’s bad Don’t tell me please! 😇 I know LL is dead basically but Felix is still in my Mind….. i love him…

Felix can’t tell you he loves you.

Well, not yet. Not because he’s not sure, or because he’s scared—even though he is. He doesn’t want to scare you off. You with your bright eyes and silvery, warm laughter, your gentle hands that touched him only every so often. Hands he wished would touch him more often. He was only here to help you get home. He had to remember that.

Right now, you’re sat side by side on a piano bench, elbows bumping and knees pressed together. Felix had asked if you wanted to hear something he’d been practicing (though he left out the fact that he only practiced it for you). The amber candlelight flickered, shadows coming and going, dancing across the room. Your face cast in a velvety, warm light that made Felix’s heart ache. His eyes lingered on the shadow of your lashes against your cheek, and oh, how badly he wanted to be allowed to want it—to want you.

You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his daze. Felix quickly sat up straight, mumbling a quick apology and flipping through the sheets of music sitting in front of him. You cracked a joke, but he barely heard it. He swallowed thickly, his hands kneading together in his lap. He’d played in front of you plenty of times, but this was different. He so desperately wanted your approval, your praise. With one final look up at you, he brought his hands up to the keys.

It started out clumsy at first, his fingers slipping on the smooth ivory of the keys, and Felix cringed at himself. He tried to focus on anything but your eyes on him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his fingers steadily glided across the keys thoughtlessly, the notes light and fragile. He wondered if you could feel it: the aching, the sick desperation, the nearly painful tenderness he felt for you. He wondered if you could hear what the notes were saying, what his hands coaxed out of the piano. I want you. You are something to me that nobody else is. I’m sorry I can’t say it out loud. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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can anyone hear me 😔😔😔 i haven’t posted in a million years does anyone hear me 😣😣

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might be cooking up some LL fics…. who knows……. i Can’t be stopped……

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are you the person who designed the marking Felix got from the god? just wondering who to ask for permission as I would love to get it tattooed one day 🙂‍↕️

Hey, I did not design this or Felix's last outfit, but it was sort of a group effort so I don't think there's any one specific person to ask permission from. I went looking for a clearer image for you but if there was one, it's gone now.

If you'd like to get a tattoo of it, follow your heart. I don't want to answer more LL asks because it's been so long since I worked on it and I've moved on, plus I don't want to speak for anyone else. But have one last piece of very old art for the road. Please consider it fanart and unofficial.

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Well now- how did we get in this predicament here?😀😅

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Spedran the babygirl through my malady........

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from The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib

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romance hour!

how would the LIs treat their partner that just never seem to think they're good enough? You know like the type of person who always apologise in any situation no matter who's at fault, they don't like talking about themself and always say "oh there's nothing interesting about me", the kind that always put themself last beneath everybody else?

Quest: handles it in a quiet, non-direct way. Will just smile and chuckle whenever you say things like that, then go out of his way later to point out something he finds incredible about you. Maybe it's the speed that you found an image source online. Maybe it's the way you feel when he pulls you against his body. Maybe it's just the way your smile brings out a smile in him every time he sees it. And, slowly but surely, you start to say those things less and less without realizing it.

Xyx: similar to Quest, in the way that he's not eager to cross boundaries and confront you on things you may be self-conscious about. When you apologize too much or unnecessarily, he'll shake his head and say something like "No need for that." and quickly move on before either of you can dwell on it. Or, maybe if you're self-disparaging, maybe he'll crack a loud joke about something silly about you that makes you both laugh to make you feel better. He's not the best with this sort of stuff, but he is trying.

Nakedtoaster: tells you directly each time that that is not true, or that you don't need to apologize. It's important to them that you see yourself exactly how they see you -- i.e., they want you to understand how important and incredible you are. They follow up with meticulous examples each time of why you aren't at fault/why you're actually pretty neat, and sometimes his insistence can be a bit embarrassing. But you're never upset by it. It does make you feel a bit better each time.

Nightowl: profusely compliments you each time it happens. It's sort of like toaster, but turned up to 11. "What are you talking about??" His incredulous look has no sarcasm behind it, and always leads into an onslaught of incredibly nice things to say about you. If you attempt to cover his mouth with your hands, he'll talk loudly through them. Nothing can stop this compliment train.

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does this fandom even exist

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nightowls route

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"I have lost track of my many birthdays, but your presence makes this celebration one to remember."

Happy Birthday Kuras! 😇

It took a lot of bribing, but Vere agreed to give us a Kuras sketch! The first drafts were a lot less… flattering 🙂