#( ✰ musings ⟶ violet )

[pokemonblack3white3]

Will never get over that the two biggest version differences between scarlet/violet is how you mod your bike and getting to choose which one of arven's parents die. Who is your favorite beast. Okay now shoot one of these professors in the head and orphan their son.

[prinsomnia]

a declaration of life 🌞🌈 happy pride month, friends! the more i live life and take space freely as a queer person, the more i see how far we’ve come and especially how far we’ve yet to go.

“we’ve always been here, and we will always be here for each other. we keep wishing for a kinder world” 🏳️‍🌈🌷

here and queer, -i🐝/prinsomnia

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[silenzahra]

💚 Follow Me 💜

Not long ago, my dear twin bro @megamagimugi started introducing me to his favorite band, Muse. One of the first songs he exposed me to, Follow Me, really spoke to me. More specifically, I felt it as Luigi singing to his daughter, my OC Violet Fiorella. It was so beautiful and inspiring that I ended up writing something.

And this is what I'm bringing tonight! 😄 It's been a while since I last shared a story with y'all, so I really hope you'll enjoy this little father and daughter moment with Luigi and my fankid. But first, lemme share the song that inspired the entire thing with y'all! 🎶

And without further ado, as always, you can continue reading below! Comments, reblogs and kudos are more than welcome and appreciated, I always love to hear what my readers have to say about my stories 🥰

Enjoy!! 💚💜

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💚 Follow Me 💜

Luigi is awakened from the restless sleep he had managed to fall into due to persistent crying that pierces the night.

He sits up immediately, alarmed, and allows himself only a second to get his bearings. The moonlight streaming through the window allows him to see that, fortunately, Daisy is still asleep beside him. His poor wife is exhausted after spending the whole day alone with Violet, a sweet and affectionate little girl, but also very active and reckless. Like mother, like daughter, and in this case like uncle, like niece too.

Luigi knows that if he loved her any more, his heart would burst.

After quickly caressing his Fiore’s cheek and removing a strand of hair from her face, taking care not to wake her, Luigi pulls back the sheets and gets out of bed. As he puts on his slippers, he can still hear the crying, sad and desperate, as if the little person making the sound feels abandoned and forgotten by everyone. Luigi knows that feeling all too well, but just as his brother, his wife, and his best friend were there for him, he’ll always be there for his Fiorellino.

Polterpup is waiting for him in the hallway. His ghost puppy has proclaimed himself the guardian and protector of the youngest member of the family since her arrival, and every time she cries, if he can't find a way to help her himself, he rushes to find Luigi or Daisy so that his young mistress won’t be left unattended. The plumber pats Polty affectionately on the head and scratches him behind the ears, and smiles to himself when he notices that the spectral creature is following him to Violet's bedroom, next to her parents'. He’s touched by how seriously his dog takes his role and how well he and his daughter get along. Also, as a father, it’s a relief to know that his little flower will always have a faithful and loyal protector by her side.

When he opens the door, the yellow owl-shaped light shining on the soft lilac wall allows him to make out the shape of his little girl in her crib. Just as Luigi expected, she’s standing up, whining and clinging to the bars, probably wishing she could find a way out, fortunately without success. Ever since Violet started walking and showed that she’d inherited her dad’s agility, both her parents have grown concerned in case their daring and courageous daughter will ever manage to escape from her cradle and they won’t be around to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.

But now their little girl is alone and needs her father.

“Ciao, piccolina,” Luigi greets her, his tone low and warm.

Violet stops crying as soon as she sees him and, with teary eyes, reaches out her little arms toward him, her Fire Flower plush forgotten on her pillow. Luigi smiles tenderly and bends down to carefully pick up his baby. His daughter clings to his green summer pajamas as soon as he holds her against his body, and hides her head in his chest with such desperation that it tears Luigi's heart apart.

“Did you have another nightmare, Violetta?” he whispers as he holds her close.

Violet has just turned one year old four days ago, but she’s already shown her intelligence on numerous occasions, which, according to Daisy, she also inherited from him. And now she does it again, as, without breaking the contact with her dad, she nods against his chest in a clear indication that she understands, then snuggles even closer against the light fabric of his pajamas, seeking his warmth and protection.

“Oh, mia piccola Fiorella...”

Luigi's hand almost completely covers his little girl's back as he hugs her. He caresses her gently and kisses her head, where a thick tuft of hair the same color as his has already grown. Violet is wearing a thin lilac bodysuit with a yellow daisy print that contrasts with her dark skin, exactly like Daisy's, so Luigi leans over her crib for a moment. The green wool blanket with the emblem of the Royal House of Sarasaland that his mother knitted for Violet shortly after she was born lies on top of the mattress, so he carefully spreads it over his baby to keep her warm. It's not cold yet, October hasn't started, but the temperature drops at night, especially in Birabuto Kingdom, a mostly desert land.

Besides, this is Violet's third night sleeping in her own room. She was moved there the day after her first birthday, reluctantly by both Luigi and Daisy, but especially by the girl herself. They know that this is a step they’d have had to take sooner or later, but they both miss having their daughter in their bedroom. Above all, Luigi misses the nights when they ended up placing Violet in the middle of the mattress so that she could have the shelter of both her mom and her dad to help her sleep better and more soundly. It worked like a charm.

Luigi always had the sweetest dreams on those nights. After all, the last thing his eyes saw was the image of his two flowers sleeping in each other's arms, his violet with her thumb in her mouth, his daisy with an expression of pure serenity shining on her face. When he fell asleep, Luigi had one hand resting on his daughter's tiny body, feeling her steady, peaceful breathing, while his forehead brushed against his Fiore's.

It was his favorite way to sleep.

Now, even though both he and Daisy are able to rest due to the fatigue accumulated during the day, they both miss the feeling of sleeping with their little girl snuggled between them. And, of course, Violet longs to feel the warmth of her parents, or at least to have them in the same room as her when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

His daughter feels abandoned.

And Luigi can't let that happen.

He knows all too well what it's like to feel lost and alone in the dark, with his loved ones far away and unable to find peace without them. He understands all too well that this is causing his Fiorella to have nightmares, and he’s determined to find a way to banish them forever, just as he did with Mario shortly after their first adventure in the Mushroom Kingdom. He’s tried different stories and tales, something he started doing when Violet was still forming in Daisy's womb, and it’s almost always worked. The only exceptions were the endless nights when his little girl cried and cried because she was teething, and her exhausted parents could only count the hours until it was safe to give her medicine again so that the three of them could try to get a few minutes of sleep.

Luigi has a feeling that, just like back then, stories won't work this time either. Violet, like Daisy and Mario, loves his storytelling skills and always listens to him intently, and he couldn't be happier or prouder that his little girl, like him, is a lover of stories and needs them to fall asleep.

But there's something else that Violet, like everyone else in their family, also loves.

So, without hesitation, Luigi decides to try his other passion, the one that connects him to his brother, his wife, and now his daughter. Hoping it will help her relax and find solace, the plumber clears his throat and strokes Violet's baby hair.

“When darkness falls and surrounds you...”

His voice is barely a whisper, as he doesn't want to wake Daisy by accident. With his daughter in his arms, keeping her warm with her wool blanket, Luigi begins to pace around the room. Polterpup has laid down next to Violet's crib and curled up on the green rug that Daisy placed there the day they decorated the room that would be their daughter’s. It ended up being a curious but perfect mix of the three of them: the thin curtains and the carpet are a soft forest green; the armchair next to the crib is a warm orange, as is the shelf where the girl's first books rest; and the walls and ceiling, in honor of the name Luigi and Daisy chose for their daughter, were painted lilac.

Therefore, with a little bit of green and a little bit of orange, Violet's parents are present in her bedroom, wrapping her in their love.

“When you fall down,” Luigi continues, “when you're scared and you're lost...”

The plumber lets his voice fade slowly and remains silent for a moment. He stops in front of the window and pulls back the curtain, allowing the bright moonlight to flood in. Seeing it through the glass, huge and full, presiding over the night in Sarasaland, Luigi squeezes Violet and rests his cheek on her hair before singing the next verse. Feeling her tiny fingers resting on his back and collarbone melts his heart and brings a smile to his lips.

“Be brave,” he sings, caressing Violet's cheek with his thumb and rocking her gently, hoping his message will sink in. “I'm coming to hold you now.”

His daughter hugs him tighter when she hears these words. Violet has always loved being in her dad’s arms, ever since she was born, and Luigi's soul soars knowing that he is his little girl's safe haven. He intends to always be there for her, ready to hold her no matter what, and hopes he’ll be able to teach her to be strong like her mother, determined like her uncle, kind like her aunt, and, perhaps, brave like her father.

“When all your strength has gone and you feel wrong, like your life has slipped away...”

He rocks Violet a little more as he continues singing. His daughter is still clinging to him, but she's doing so with less force, less desperation, and Luigi scores a small victory as he realizes that he is, slowly but surely, succeeding in calming his baby.

“Follow me,” he sings, putting a little more firmness into his voice. “You can follow me. And I, I will not desert you...”

He pulls her closer and rubs his cheek against her tiny head. He knows Violet is very young, but given her intellect and skills, he hopes his words and, above all, his fatherly love will sink deep into his daughter's heart.

“When your fire's dried out, no one's there, they have left you for dead...”

Luigi can hardly believe that there was a time in his life when the little treasure he holds in his arms, snuggled against his chest and grasping his t-shirt, did not exist.

He still remembers the joy that overwhelmed him when he and Daisy found out that they’d soon be one more, that it would no longer be just the two of them, but him, her, and a little baby who would be proof of all the strong and deep love they have for each other. Luigi got extremely emotional the first time he and Daisy could listen to their child’s heartbeat, and even though he was being struck by all his fatherly love that was still very new to him, he recalls Daisy being also quite affected. He’s aware of the great effort his wife made that day not to burst out crying like he did. He still hugged her though, willing to comfort her while he, too, sought for her comfort.

And more than one year later, here he is now: hugging this tiny part of himself, beautiful and cheerful and so much like him and her mom, who’s come to fill his world with laughter, madness, infinite joy, and a love so boundless and fierce that it cannot fit in his chest. Luigi often feels that his heart will expand throughout his body in search of more space to contain all the intense and wonderful emotions that his daughter makes him feel.

Luigi has had many fantastic adventures with his older brother, his best friend, and, of course, his beloved wife.

But without a doubt, becoming Violet's father is the greatest adventure he’s experiencing.

“Follow me, you can follow me. I will keep you safe.”

Still rocking her, he squeezes her again, his protective instinct flowing through his veins and controlling his actions. A sudden mirth spreads through his body when he hears his daughter's giggle, and he feels her hug him back. Luigi looks away from the moon and a moved smile blooms on his lips as he watches the peaceful expression on his little girl's face as she embraces him with all her might.

“Follow me,” he murmurs, his voice a little shaky. “You can follow me.”

He allows himself a second to simply enjoy contact with his daughter and, of course, to hold her close with all his love, relieved to have finally found a way to make her feel better. Music has always been very important to Luigi. He and Mario learned to create their own melodies when they were young, and Luigi continued to do so after he started dating Daisy. He was, and still is, so in love with her that he simply couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, contain himself.

That's why, just as he used to tell Violet stories before she was born, he also sang countless songs to her. He and Daisy often sing together and perform little duets while dressing or bathing their daughter, to distract her and make everything more fun, more like a game. But also to comfort her in moments of sadness or pain. Luigi usually finds it harder to sing at those times, as his heart weeps to see his baby girl suffer. He’s deeply grateful that Daisy notices and starts singing so that he, guided and helped by the calmness she gives, can join in soon after.

And Violet loves it when her parents sing to her and always asks them for more. In fact, at night, if she’s still awake after her dad’s story concludes, she’s lulled to sleep by the lullabies he sings to her.

So Luigi hopes that his message, his promise that he’ll always keep her safe and sound, will be engraved in Violet's memory and that she’ll never forget it.

And he adds another one after taking a deep breath to regain the strength of his voice.

“I will protect you.”

And he will do so with his life if necessary.

“Oh, I won't let them hurt you,” he continues, and begins to move away from the window, though he doesn’t turn his back on it completely. “Hurt you, no.”

They’ll have to step over his dead body, and even then he’ll rise, like a living dead or a ghost, to continue protecting his daughter and prevent anyone from even trying to harm her.

Luigi will make sure they all pay.

“When your heart is breaking...”

His own heart shatters at the realization that, unfortunately, he won't always be able to prevent his precious child from suffering, no matter how hard he tries. But he shall be there to soothe and reassure her, and he hopes she understands that she’ll always have her father's support and comfort.

“You can follow me,” he continues. “I will always keep you safe.”

He looks down and meets his daughter's huge blue eyes, identical to Daisy's, fixed on him. A small smile graces her lips, a sign that she’s not only listening attentively, but also enjoying the song her dad is singing to her tonight. Satisfied, Luigi leans down slowly and holds his daughter's tiny head in his hand, and they both close their eyes for a second before their foreheads meet.

“Follow me. You can trust in me,” he assures her, smiling as he sings. “I will always protect you, my love.”

His last words are barely a whisper, just for his daughter, and he gently moves her away when he finishes the verse. Violet looks back at him intently and, smiling, raises her tiny hand to caress her dad’s cheek while bringing the thumb of her other hand to her mouth, which means that sleep is beginning to take hold of her. Luigi sighs, melting at the tender gesture, and leans down to kiss his girl's forehead, hoping that it’ll encourage her to close her eyes and rest in his arms.

“Feel my love,” Luigi sings in a soft whisper as he walks toward the armchair. “Oh, feel my love...”

Even though he knows he should put Violet in her crib, Luigi doesn't want to let her go. Taking care not to let the wool blanket covering her slip, the plumber sits down in the soft armchair, his feet resting on the green rug where Polterpup lays, wagging his tail without raising his head, also sleepy. Luigi makes sure his baby is snug against his chest and well covered. He tells himself he'll only stay like this for a few minutes, just long enough to enjoy the feeling of having his precious daughter asleep in his arms, breathing peacefully as she sucks her thumb, finally lost in sweet dreams. With all his fatherly love beaming on his face, Luigi strokes Violet’s soft hair and kisses her tiny head as he leans back.

“Sogni d'oro, mia piccola Fiorella,” he whispers. “Papà ti vuole bene.”

The placidness radiating from his sleeping baby induces him to rest his head on the back of the armchair and close his eyes for a moment, wanting to enjoy the feeling of sleeping with her once more. Before she grows up.

Little does he imagine that he’ll end up spending the whole night there and won’t wake up until Daisy enters the room in the morning, only to find a plumber sprawled out on the armchair, with a hand hanging over its arm and his legs stretched out in front of him, next to his ghostly puppy. In his other arm he cradles his daughter, who, fortunately, remains in the same position, her finger in her mouth as she sleeps soundly, covered by the green wool blanket that her grandmother knitted for her.

But that's a problem for tomorrow.

[bellarkeselection]

1 - Welcoming the Bridgerton’s

Part 2

The Venus Muse

Here's the first chapter y'all! I am sorry to say that I couldn't tag some of you that asked to be added. If you could give me an update profile tag I will add you that way.

Buckingham Palace was always busy with something going on. The royal castle had many children over the years running around it. I knew this place better than anyone else could imagine. And that truth will help me change my life forever. 

“Your highness, which tiara would you wish for today?” One of my handmaidens named Sunset asked me. 

She was standing by my table vanity that had quite a few tiaras sitting on top of them. Sitting on my bed the fabric of my golden dress swayed when I walked up to her. “The one with three center jewels and the pearl necklace.” 

“Of course, my lady.” She nodded where I lowered my head and she set the tiara in the center. 

The tiara sparkled when the light bounced off the light coming through the window. I stood in front of the tall mirror eyeing my gown that was golden, short sleeves decorated in lace and was long where you couldn’t see the short brown boots I wore unless my dress flew up from the wind. “Sunset, do you think my mother shall begin pressuring me this year?” 

“It is not my place to speak on.”

I reassured her otherwise. “Don’t worry about prying ears. I am asking for your opinion.” 

“I would say she seeks what is best for you, Lady Y/n.” Sunset answered with a shrug of her shoulders. 

Someone knocked on the outside of my door before another lady in waiting peaked her head inside. “Princess, your mother is coming this direction.” I nodded brushing my hands down the front of my dress. 

The door of my bedroom opened for me to see my mother, Lady Danbury and Brimsley all walking up to my room. “I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected,  to turn this season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference.  Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure.” 

“Of course, Your Majesty. But remember, a young lady cannot be a diamond until you anoint her as such. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today…” 

My mother cut off her friend. “Do you think she will return?  We have heard nary a peep from Lady Whistledown since last season ended. Perhaps the writer came to her senses. Perhaps she realized taking on her queen was a bad idea, and she will never publish again.”

Lady Danbury responded. “It is a convincing theory, ma'am.”

“Or she simply left for the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip.”

Lady Danbury made a noise. “Hmm. “

“You do know what that would make her, then?” My mother Queen Charlotte trailed off. 

I finished her sentence being fair too noisy, needing to listen to the conversation of the famous gossiping writer. “One of us.”

“My darling daughter, you look radiant as ever.” My mother turned away from her friend to face me. 

I sent her a smile waving to Lady Danbury to not be rude. “It’s good to see you, Lady Danbury.” 

“Good to see you too, Princess Y/n.” She smiled. 

My mother clasped her hands together in front of her puffy white dress. “I have been needing to speak with you and what this evening needs to entail for you and your happiness.” 

“You wish for me to marry a prince and provide heirs for the crown.” I rolled my eyes already thinking of the answer she would say. 

Yet to my surprise she said almost the opposite. “I wish for you to have happiness and many children. It would help if your husband was royalty, but it is not a requirement.” 

“It isn’t?” Knitting my brows in confusion. 

She takes my hands in hers. “I didn’t get the chance to search for love on my own. My brother arranged my marriage with your father. So I secretly hope that you, my firstborn daughter, can have some fun.” 

“Mother, I…that means so much to me.” I smiled through some happy tears. 

Footsteps came down the long hallway and around the corner before we saw my father’s servant named Reynolds. “My Queen, my princess. I have news.” He bowed with a hand behind his back. 

“What is it, Reynolds?” I asked him. 

He shifted his gaze to mine. “You're father is having an episode, Princess.” 

“Oh…” I made a noise in discomfort. I knew of his illness 

That was the secret my mother and the rest of my siblings and I kept hidden from thr world. They needed to believe that the king was just always busy and so his wide made the appearances out on the town. “Hmm it appears we may have to cancel the ball tonight for the Bridgertons.” My mother sighed in defeat knowing her husband came first. 

“We shall not cancel.” My mother and Reynolds’s both shifted their attention over to me when I had spoken up the opposite of what they assumed would need to be done. “We should not cancel because I can represent the family in your place, mother.” 

She tapped her chin in thought. “I suppose that could solve our problem. I don't wish to cancel the months of preparation that were put into this.” 

“Exactly that would be a tragedy.” 

The queen turned to her husband's helper with instructions. “Inform my husband I will come to his aid. Brimsley?” 

“Yes, your Majesty.” 

She gave him a different set of orders. “Inform the Viscount Bridgerton that my daughter shall be appearing tonight before myself.” He bowed and went in a different direction then Reynolds. 

“Thank you, mother.” I smiled curtseying to her before we parted for the evening. It was quite a few hours before the ball with our castle subjects and the Bridgertons would even begin. By the evening the moon was shining up in the sky and the grand ballroom was lit up like a christmas tree. 

Standing silently outside the currently shut double doors I stopped fiddling with my dress when one of the royal guards gave me a head nod saying it was time. I could hear the announcer's voice before the doors had even begun opening. “May I present to you her royal highness. The daughter of King George and Queen Charlotte, Princess Y.n of England.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered to another guard that came to me when I had made my entrance through the doors feeling all eyes on me. Sucking in a tiny breath he escorted me to the small throne before we unlinked arms leaving me on my own. The small crown on my head had never felt so heavy as it did right now. “Greetings my subjects. I am here to announce that my mother got called away tonight for an emergency. But she saw no reason why this event couldn’t go on as planned. So with that in mind let me extend a warm welcome to Violet Bridgerton and her family for traveling here for a few months.”

Everyone began clapping and cheering with an older looking woman who had dark brown hair up in a crown on her head that came up to me and gave a lovely curtsey. “Princess, it is a pleasure to get an invitation.”

“I hope I can get to meet your family greatly over your stay, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Princess Y/n, may I ask you something?” Someone called my name causing me to lift my gaze up noticing someone moving through the crowd. The figure paused beside the Bridgerton woman who seemed to give the man a confused but amused depression on her face. 

I clicked my tongue and answered the stranger's question. “What is your question, my lord?”

“I was wondering if you would accept my offer for a dance together this evening.” The stranger seemed similar to the woman he was standing beside him. I was fairly certain they were related, but which son was he if they were. 

He extended his hand up to me and I smiled, placing my smaller hand in his larger one. “I accept so long as I know which Bridgerton are you?”

“Benedict, Benedict Bridgerton.” He replied leading me out and onto the dance floor with the entire room having theur eyes focused on the two of us.

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[minneedssleep]

Theres so many integrity souls so i decided to draw them.

The creator of each designs :

Lilac by @squidpedia

Yue by @rheakira

Flo by @s0ckh3adstudios

Rina by @napstablookbutno

Piper by @draft-void

Muse by @feerloy

Aria by @oddity-art-blog

And Violet by me :))

Bonus :

[lunaetis]

[ man made weapon muse(s) only loyal to one person & no matter how twisted they are, the said weapon would listen to them. complete devotion. i was made to be wielded by you / i only take orders from you is good aesthetic. you cannot change my mind. ]

[kokusfluffyhair]

Can Gregory Violet predict the future?

I'm wondering if Violet can predict the future and sketches out his visions. At the Swan Pavillion, Violet draws the opening party of the cricket tournament.

Which Ciel later remembers and states that "they (the sisters) look exactly like in Violet's drawing":

This could be a coincidence and if course through the years Violet has seen the family members of his peers at these opening party. However, he also drew a maze. It's not a map of the dormitory that Ciel later sets on fire, but was Violet anticipating having to take an escape route (which can resemble a maze)?

But his most fascinating drawing comes at the end of the scene.

Could this be interpreted as Sebastian's true form going to devour Ciel's soul?

It's all probably fun speculation on my part, but if anyone would be a random psychic in this arc, it would be Gregory Violet.

[vixlenxe]

Violet practice 2.0 & this time I DID 👏 HER MUSCLES 👏 CORRECTLY 👏👏👏

Funny cameo by the Hydrate or Diedrate sticker!

[retrowitchinghour]

I’ve been reading “ If Not, Winter - Fragments of Sappho” and this sprung out to me.

My heart aches that we might never read the full version and that her so many of her literary works are lost. 

[soeurdelune]

avatars (400 x 640): maude apatow, signés lune/soeurdelune

inspirations: paris, texas (1984, dir. wim wenders) ; the florida project (2017, dir. sean baker) ; florida blues by cruel youth, california dreamin' by bobby womack ; california by chappell roan.

[hauntinggviolet]

[adr-n-sketchy]

Please, stay, love me through the weather Please, say this will be forever Hold me in the darkness Even when it's hard with you It's a little bit, little bit better

I started this when the song was new and now it's a lot less new

[minneedssleep]

Guys rate their clubhouse !!!

I drew this from memory and in like 5 minutes so ye

The integrity souls designs in the back are from @s0ckh3adstudios @squidpedia @rheakira and @feerloy

Violet would personally rate it a 5/10 cuz theres caprisuns

[jacketpotatoo]

“Why are people choosing to interpret an idiom literally, that’s so dumb.” guuys. there are billions of idioms to choose from and this one was picked intentionally. Multiple interpretations and implications exist simultaneously and the writers know that. It’s honestly insulting to assume they don’t.

[thirtecnth]

@curreres / closed starter / violet mcvries setting: leaving speed dating

When Jonah was finished with his last date, he immediately looked where he assumed Violet would be watching or waiting. When he found she wasn't there at all, he assumed she might have actually gone home with somebody else. But that was when he heard the commotion in the hall and saw her there with someone on the ground... Might as well wait it out, right? See if everything is okay?

He sat at one of the tables and drank his water until eventually, he saw her coming back. He offered a kind of wave then leaned back in his chair. "Hey, you looked like you had your hands full over there..." He said, smiling softly. "Wanted to make sure you were good first instead of just dipping."