#hella rough sketch because I actually should be doing something else and I have no time sigh...

[silent-neutral]

Little late, but anyway; Spontaneous urge to draw a little ''birthday head canon' art for the occasion. Why the 11th of January? Well for one, I always felt him a January guy, but this specific date also happens to be Morozumi's birthday, so.. it's a perfect little tribute to Dragunov's VA that passed ;u;...

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

How they act around their crush: GD edition

[This one’s for @glass-grapes​. I saw your submission and am completely psyched that you love my blog! I know that I’ve only recently had it kick-off with a few posts, but I have been wanting to start one of these since January. Hope this is to your liking! (p.s I didn’t know if I should do pre or post time skip, so I did a little dabbling into both]

Claude:

We all know Claude here is both a go-getter and a tease 

If he finds you interesting then there’s no reason for him to hide it. A  battle of wits never hurt anyone, and boy do you two fight well

He is s a s s y. If you’re chatting with some other students he might stick his nose into the conversation to toy with you. It’s all in good fun, right? Just a little mini-game on his way to achieving bigger things  

That’s what he tells himself 

Some days he finds you a bit too alluring, and can’t help being self conscious of the other people around

Fiddles with his braid when you throw him for a loop

Will pay extra special attention to you in battle, and makes excuses to the prof. for why you should be near him. He really is a snake 

Post-Timeskip he hides his bias even more. Not enough to fool his close comrades, but enough to avoid you receiving any extra attention from the enemy  

Sometimes slips items in your room to distract from the stress. Tea, a new blanket, etc.

During the five year gap he keeps track of your whereabouts. After Garreg Mache fell he decided that his dream would take priority as planned, but also believed that one day you would be at his side 

Wasn’t surprised at all to see you at the reunion, but that familiar urge to tug his hair returned too  

Judith and Nader have already heard about you prior to your meeting. Much to his dismay they view his buried feelings as open range comedy

Lorenz: 

We all know how Lorenz acts when he finds someone of interest. The guy is a huge flirt which causes the professor wayyy too much stress 

He’s not as in-tune with his sense of romance as you would think. In the early stages he’ll treat you the same as all the other ladies: a potential partner for house Gloucester.

Date offerings, frilly words, gifts, acts of kindness. Ah tis but the duty of a noble, yes? 

No. 

One day he lets that stubborn side of his personality slip out, and you come back at him with just as much fire. He becomes so angered after it, but somehow hearing the words from you hurt more than if someone else were to say them

That’s when he knows that he’s in deep, and from then on he treats you more gently. He’ll watch his tongue around other women, and sets his sights on only you. His mannerisms are the same as before, but now he tries to learn more about you as a person vs. just the cold hard statistics

He’s a blusher. He has a naturally light pigmentation so it shows. 

After the time-skip he’ll watch you like a hawke. Do you like his new hair cut? Surly it’s an improvement from before sorry bro it’s not

Sets his dignity aside to request that you be given a hexlock shield during battle, or placed near him. Claude won’t let him live it down

Ignatz: 

He m i g h t avoid you, but please don’t take it the wrong way. That’s just how he is, you know?

Young Ignatz isn’t that confident in himself. You’re...well ‘you’. And he’s...well, ‘him’

Oddly enough he confides in HIlda of all people. It originally began with wanting to see if she was still on stable duty with him, but ended up with him working and her talking

When you’re nearby he chooses not to speak unless spoken to. If you didn’t know his tells he’d come off cold, but one look at his hands wringing together just proves he was nervous 

Byleth puts you two on cooking duty together: que panic. He legit grovels at their feet to pick someone else. They don’t, and that evening he sketches a wonderful picture of you sifting through different seasonings 

On your birthday he struggles to give you the gift he prepared. It ends up with Lionie giving you it while he watches from afar. 

When you’re older he is much more verbal with his opinions 

More often than not he lets those honey-coated words slip out, which usually end up with him excusing himself quickly 

Invites you to join him during downtime at least once a week. Every day could be his last, and goddess forbid yours. He wants to spend time with you even if he isn’t the most graceful companion never mind that he’s a smooth-talking mofo

Raphael: 

If there’s one thing Raphael is good at, it’s showing that he cares 

The boy is a giant muscular teddybear. He will carry your things, he will spar with you, he will eat anything you cook without complaint, and he will hug you; hard. 

Unlike everyone else he’s pretty open with his feelings. Life is short, you know? 

If you make him particularly bashful he’ll laugh loudly. More so to cover up his own embarrassment than because he finds the situation actually humorous

Adopts this habit of constantly asking if you need anything. The guy loves to dote on people, and lookie here you’re the perfect target 

Remembers all important dates like a pro. On your birthday he drops a gift right on your desk first thing in the morning 

Goddess forbid anyone gives you trouble. Without the smile on his face he looks the murder type, and the guy uses it to his advantage. He will happily escort you anywhere you need to go 

Once his sister is settled he might honestly stick with you during that five year gap. He’s made his feelings painfully obvious, and you haven’t chased him off. Why not stick around? 

Hilda: 

Yo she’s clingy 

She knows you have to be a catch and a half to steal her heart, so who knows who else that you’ve smooth talked 

Just like everyone else she’ll still get you to do her bidding...but, maybe a smidge less 

She feels guilty, but won’t show it 

Hilda will do all in her power to not let the news reach her family. The last thing she needs is Holst sending her more letters, or worse: showing up at the monastery

Y’all she will don her best perfume for you. She will push all her work onto Cyril and drag you to have lunch with her. This is normal Hilda behavior so she has no reason to be shy 

Will flirt openly and proudly. If you recuperate she’ll go gossip to Marianne about how you’re ‘totally smitten’ with her

Post-skip she’s not much different. Most of her time is spent doing what she can for the cause, but when you see each other she’s more bold. 

Like always she doesn’t like to have expectations pushed onto her. She does have one for herself though, and it’s to stay by your side. 

Marianne: 

During the academy years she tends to admire from afar 

Her favorite memories are of when the professor signed you both up for choir practice. She loves your voice, and it was a time where there wasn’t any pressure for conversation 

As time passes she’ll become less adverse to talking. Quiet greetings will be whispered when you cross paths, and occasionally you two have lunch together 

Marianne is not as reserved as people assume her to be. She’s just had a rough time, and if you take things slow with her then she’ll gradually have a stronger presence in your life. She hopes that this comes true for you two 

Eye contact hasn’t always been her forte. She does try to maintain it with you though 

Her feelings remain at a stalemate through most of the academy days. Only when she bypass’ some more personal-issues does she let her emotions go free

About halfway through the war period she changes. Her stance is more vertical, and she becomes the one to take initiative in your relationship 

She’ll still blush upon any physical contact, and in some cases she’ll lose her breath when you talk. Don’t take the momentary silence as a bad thing, she’s okay. 

Occasionally she’ll be restless and unable to sleep, worrying about the future she now has in her grasp. You might find her scouring for a cup of chamomile late in the night 

Lysithea: 

She’ll deny herself immediately. For Lysithea the future is an anomaly. One of which that no amount of studying or research can uncover.

It’s painfully obvious that there’s a spark between you two. Anyone can see it, and Hilda has pestered her many times regarding confessing 

If the situation was a bit different, she would. Lysithea is no push over, but she also doesn’t want to invest time into something that will bear no fruition 

She keeps her cool around you for the most part...or at least until you’re out of hearing distance 

Then she completely loses composure. Did someone say clammy hands? Because hers get slicker than lorenz’s hair gel 

Leads to stress eating, not gonna lie. There are many late night trips to the mess hall, and many angry cooks over the missing sweets  

Times are different post-timeskip though. She’s a bit more reluctant to let these feelings go 

Occasionally there’s some open flirting on her part. If you recuperate then it becomes more frequent and less forced. The sassy banter between you two becomes the deer’s free entertainment

Leonie: 

She’s commonly been viewed as ‘one of the guys,’ for her personality. So she’s very insecure about getting friend zoned 

It’s not like she was actively searching for romance. It just happened, you know? One day something just struck a chord 

She never took the time to picture sharing a life with someone. Most of her life has been spent worrying about her village, or working hard to attain some kind of recognition from the Captian 

For a split second she considers going to Byleth for some advice. Now isn’t the time for school-girl crushes. Now is the time to be forging a path to the future

Decides to completely ignore the ache she feels when you’re nearby. Just...lets it go. 

She’ll put hella distance between you two. The only time she’ll initiate contact is during sparring 

After the timeskip she stays this way too. Well, until HIlda calls her out on her bullsh*t (if you haven’t noticed from all these. Hilda is a perceptive little cookie)

Just like anyone she’ll go through the moral dilemma of deciding to confess or not. She instead chooses to just let her feelings do as they please, and if something happens then it happens 

[the-regal-warrior]

Earl Grey and Cappuccinos: Part One

Guess who’s back with a new story?? It’s me! Before I even get started with the intro, I need to say a massive thank you to @nalgenewhore - and if you like this story, then you should too - because this would not exist without her. She’s responsible for like 75% of the things that happen here, because her ideas are the best and I would be lost without her. Even as I’m typing this, she’s on the doc adding even more wonderful ideas to my outline. She wanted a coffee shop AU, and I wanted them to be rival tattoo artists, and this is what happened.

Summary: It’s a Coffee Shop AU meets Rival Tattoo Artists AU meets Elorcan - do I even need to say anything else?

Warnings: Pretty sure it’s just language for now, friends.

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Lorcan was scrolling through his appointments on his phone when he heard the barista rattle off someone’s completed order followed by his own. “Cappuccino for Elide and an Earl Grey for Lorcan!”

Busy with checking the mock-ups he had to work on for a client later in the week - a full-bodied silhouette of Hellas, the God of Death - he barely paid attention as he reached for the cup she’d set on the counter. He was several steps away from the counter by the time he’d lifted the cup to his mouth, aiming for a vacant table in the back of the room where he could spread out with his sketchbooks to work.

Taking a sip from his cup, he almost choked on the liquid that coated his tongue - which was definitely not his tea. 

Swallowing around the bitter taste of coffee in his mouth, he looked down at the cup in his hands, groaning when he realized he hadn’t actually grabbed his drink at all. The name scrawled on the cup said Elide, and apparently he’d just taken a sip of her cappuccino.

He turned back to the counter in hopes of catching the rightful owner of the drink in his hands, only to find the owner of the only other tattoo shop in town standing right behind him. “Lochan,” he grumbled, nodding once as he realized the coffee in his hands was actually hers. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she quipped, snatching it from his hands and handing over his tea. “Thankfully I looked at the side of the cup before I let any of your weak leaf-water into my mouth.”

Lorcan just shook his head at her, turning once more for the table in the back. The woman behind him had always been able to get a rise out of him, and he had too much to do over his lunch break to deal with her.

“I know you don’t think you’re going to claim the only empty table after you stole my coffee, Salvaterre.”

“Stole your coffee?” he cried, whirling around to face her just as he’d dropped his bag on the table. “Please, like anyone actually enjoys that nasty shit. And besides, I need this table - I’ve got sketches to do.”

“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow at him, dropping her own bag on the floor as she spun a chair around and dropped into it, straddling the chair and propping her chin in one hand. “Well, so do I. Guess we’re sharing it then.”

He was half-tempted to argue with her, but he really did need the space. “Fine,” he grumbled, dropping into a chair and pulling his sketchbook out of his bag. “Just don’t go stealing my ideas.”

Elide snorted, her own sketchbook already open to her current project - a wyvern mid-flight, wings spread as it caught a draft. Though he would never admit it, her work was incredible. “As if I’d steal your work - I made it this far on my own, I don’t need anyone’s help now.”

Lorcan lifted his head to glare at her, but she was pulling headphones over her ears, leveling him with a cold stare as she tuned him out and picked up her pencil. Within seconds she was adding to her sketch, the pencil practically flying across the page.

He couldn’t help but watch her work, amazed at the way she was so sure in all of her movements. She barely paused, every line precise and perfect as her hand moved across the paper. It was like the image was already created, and Elide was just its vessel. He knew he was staring, but Lorcan was in awe of her - he rarely sketched anything so quickly or with so much ease. 

Most likely feeling his gaze on her, she looked up at him from under her eyelashes, a questioning look in her eyes. She furrowed her brow when she realized he was just staring at her, narrowing her eyes at whatever she saw in his expression.

He felt heat blooming over his face, and the smirk she offered him only made his blush grow. He shook his head once, grabbing his pencil and flipping his sketchbook open to a blank page. 

The tip of his pencil had just touched the page when he realized Elide had started humming. When he realized she was listening to Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts as she worked, the barest hint of a smile crept over his face.

As he started working on his own mock-up, he realized that this lunch might be more enjoyable than he’d thought.

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Elide chewed on her pencil, slotting it between her teeth as she stared down at the half-formed image on the page in front of her. She’d finished the mock-up of the wyvern fairly quickly, since it was almost done when she’d sat down. Knowing she had another design to finish up by the end of the week, she’d flipped to a new page and started on that. It was for a girl around her age that wanted a chandelier tattoo that incorporated the cycle of the moon, and when she’d seen Elide’s own chest piece, she’d reached out immediately.

She’d started sketching the rough outline of the image, and she was quite pleased with how it was turning out. The phases of the moon would be under the girl’s breasts, linked and curving along a curling wire to follow the natural lines of the body, with filigree chains and delicate lace patterns linking the moons to the thicker chain that would run down her sternum. Those same chains extended below the moons as well, creating the desired chandelier effect. 

She sighed, the breath ruffling a stray piece of hair that had escaped her bun and fallen into her face as she worked, and the world came back into focus. When she worked on a new design, the world tended to fade away until it was just her and the lines on the page in front of her. She always listened to music while she worked, though she supposed it wouldn’t matter if she didn’t since she never heard anything beyond the first song.

Chuckling to herself as she realized that she was listening to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, and that she was humming despite not even realizing the song was playing, Elide dropped her pencil on the table and looked over to her unexpected lunch partner.

Only to find that he was staring at her with one eyebrow arched and a smirk on his lips.

“Something amusing to you, Salvaterre?” 

Lorcan just rolled his eyes as he pushed his chair back from the table. “You hum while you work, did you know that?” 

“Music helps me think,” she replied, lifting her head to meet his gaze as he stood. “If you have a problem with it, you can always find another table.” Waving a hand across the very packed coffee shop, she merely smirked when he narrowed his eyes at her. She even thought a small growl echoed from the back of his throat at the look she gave him.

“Why would I want to sit anywhere else when I can sit here and listen to you and your fake punk music?”

Elide gasped and tossed her pencil at him. “I suppose you’d rather listen to the Ramones and only the Ramones for the rest of your life?”

“It would be a start.” He was striding away before she could even think of a biting comment, but that didn’t stop her from flipping him off anyway. 

She reached down to grab her pencil from where it had landed after it bounced off Lorcan’s very solid, very defined chest. The white t-shirt he was wearing did little to hide how muscular he was, and even though he irritated the hell out of her, Elide couldn’t help but notice how incredibly attractive the man was. 

Though she had every intention of returning to her sketch, she found her eyes drifting to him without even a thought. He was wearing dark wash skinny jeans, and they were doing wonderful things to his frankly spectacular ass. She couldn’t help but admire the lines of ink drifting over his arms, though between his shirt and the distance she couldn’t tell what they were - just that they were incredibly intricate and beautifully done. Having seen plenty of his work over the years, she was more than sure he’d drawn them himself, but whoever had done them was also an amazing tattoo artist. She found her eyes fixating on the ink that clearly drifted up his entire right arm and slid toward his neck, which were only bared to her gaze because he’d pulled his long dark hair into a messy bun. 

Elide was so caught up in admiring the man that she didn’t realize he’d walked back over to their table until he set a plate in front of her. She barely even looked at it before turning to give him a confused look. “Erm, did you just get me food?”

Settling back into his chair with his own plate of food, Lorcan just shot her a look. “Obviously.” When she continued to stare at him, he added, “I could literally hear your stomach grumbling from across the table and it was distracting me.”

She felt the blush spread over her cheeks. “Oh. I get pretty distracted by my work sometimes - I didn’t even realize I was hungry.” Glancing down at her food then, she smiled when she realized he’d somehow managed to bring her one of her favorite orders - a bagel with extra cream cheese and a bowl with yogurt topped with so much fruit it was spilling over the side. “Thank you - I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, waving a hand in her direction. “That design you’re working on is quite amazing, by the way.”

Elide blinked in shock for a moment before her lips shifted into a coy smile. “Was that a genuine compliment from Lorcan Salvaterre?”

He chuckled at that, and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. She realized that their laughter sounded good together.

“Yes, ma’am. But you have to promise you won’t tell anyone - I have a reputation to uphold. And if you’re going to insult me, I won’t make a habit out of it.”

Elide chucked a grape at him, though they both wound up laughing again when he caught it between his teeth. “I wouldn’t want you to change for me, babes. And besides, your work is amazing too.”

She found herself looking forward to his response, and to the conversation in general, and she realized that this impromptu lunch date might not be so bad after all. 

~*^*~

He was surprised to admit it, but Lorcan found himself enjoying lunch with Elide. Though she had always been exceptionally good at getting under his skin, he’d realized that she had this charm about her he’d never noticed before. Their witty back-and-forth was second nature to him, and he found himself smiling with her more easily than he ever had with anyone before. 

Even when they were arguing about music, he couldn’t help but smile. “Seriously, how can you be a fan of punk and not like the Ramones?”

She shot him an exasperated look, rolling her eyes dramatically. “When did I say I didn’t like them? I fucking love them - I just appreciate other punk bands, too.”

“Is that so?” Lorcan raised an eyebrow, disbelief seeping into his tone. 

“It is!” Elide laughed, the sound pure and happy, and he found himself wanting to hear it again. “In fact, I have their lyrics tattooed on my ribs.”

“No fucking way.”

She nodded, running her hand over the right side of her ribs. “Right here - ‘sitting in my room, humming a sickening tune.’”

“No fucking way,” he said again. When she looked ready to protest, he added, “No, it’s just - I have one too.” He motioned to his left hip. “‘I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my toes.’”

Elide snorted, pushing out of her chair. “Typical - and very fitting for you.” Rounding the table until she was standing next to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to grab another coffee quick.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she was walking away from him.

He opened his mouth to ask what exactly it had been for, but he found himself distracted by the swing of her hips as she walked. Her legs were encased in light skinny jeans so tight that he would have thought they were painted on if he didn’t know any better. Plus the heels on her combat boots helped add to the natural swing. 

Shaking his head, his eyes ran over the loose cropped tank she was wearing - and stopped on the portrait that was tattooed on her back. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, and he only broke his stare when she turned and walked back toward him. 

He barely noticed that she was carrying two drinks and two bags - that’s how distracted he was by what he was fairly certain was some kind of sign. 

“I got you another tea - Earl Grey, right?” He registered her voice talking to him, but he couldn’t put any meaning to the words. When he didn’t reply, she reached out and touched his shoulder. “Lorcan?”

He managed to find his voice. “Can you turn around for a second?”

Lorcan registered the confusion that drifted across her face, but something in his expression must have kept her from asking, since she simply turned around. Reaching out, he traced his fingers over the ink that drifted across her entire back, following the lines until he could trace the woman’s lips.

Anneith - she had a portrait of Anneith on her back. 

“You have Anneith on your back?” he questioned, one finger skimming her jaw as she turned around to face him again. “I have Hellas on mine.”

Elide twined her fingers with his, turning her head and nipping lightly at the one that lingered on her jaw before she met his gaze with her deep, gorgeous eyes. “We must be connected then.”

“Why don’t you let me take you out sometime and we’ll see?” The question left his lips with a confidence he didn’t possess, and Lorcan realized he’d never been more nervous.

Elide grinned up at him - a wide, joyous smile - and he felt his heart leap in his chest. “I’d love that.”

Offering her a smile of his own, he leaned down to press his lips to her forehead. “Me too,” he whispered, his lips brushing her skin with every word. “Oh, and thanks for the tea, love.”

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[hiuythn]

sorry to ask, but i saw u shared hc for the sick anon, im going thru a rough patch and ur fic rly cheered me up. Can i get some hcs as well?

this is how keith asks lance to marry him:

so we all know how from the beginning, from the moment things got resolved at the end of tnahp, that keith’s been upfront about never leaving lance. everyone knows he’s going to put a ring on that. he’s said it to lance’s face. “what else am i gonna do with you?”

it’s not until six years later that he actually does anything though. mostly bc of the war and the aftermath.

the team are in a meeting with the coalition, boring stuff, routine stuff, and the mind link is closed, bc sometimes keith and lance need breaks. he’s lucky that it was, though, because what happens next in his mind would’ve been enough to make lance fall out of his seat and ruin the meeting and coran would’ve killed them both lmao

lance is paying attention even though he looks just as bored as keith. diligent, as always. he’s even got a holoscreen projected, taking lazy notes. there are faint little sketches of the coalition members and the team. one is of shiro, snoring, comical Zs above his head. keith bites down on his cheek.

lance is twirling the pen in his left hand.

keith looks at that and thinks, loud and clear, there should be a ring on his finger.

he sits back.

huh.

it should be a surprise, he decides after a quiet minute. lance deserves that. it should be at the right moment, the right words, the right place. it should be soft and genuine and such a sweet shock that it takes lance seconds to reply. it should make his blue eyes fill with tears, it should make him curl into a ball before keith, who’ll still be kneeling, ring box open and laughing at him because wow, that’s nice reaction, lance. it should be a proposal so perfect that it makes lance kind of mad, makes him shove keith, makes him pout that frustrated-loving-happy pout.

(bros, as a gay, this is kind of really fucking gay)

keith spends the rest of the meeting laying out proposal plans. lance gets exasperated when he finds out keith remembers nothing of the meeting. “dude, you--tell me again, who’s the leader of voltron, here?” “it’s allura.” “....okay, but who flies bl--”

and some people might ask, what’s the point, if you’re already levertan-married? if you’ve mind-linked and basically achieved the pinnacle of ‘joining hands in holy matrimony’?

keith’s answer would probably be something like ‘fuck off, i love him that’s why’

(ngl that’s hella romantic. no? just me?)

the long answer is that he knows lance is a romantic. that he really likes gestures of affection, that his face gets all rosy and he always tries to bite back his smiles, and he gets so pleased and flustered and also adorably angry every time keith does anything for him. keith’s in love with that. he goes absolutely dumb over making lance happy, he’s fucking obsessed with it. every neuron in keith’s stupid head is devoted to lance like 24/7.

(it’s a given that lance is the same, if not worse. how tf do they get anything done?)

plus, levertan-married doesn’t really mean the same as human-married.

so keith--somehow--manages to pull off thinking up proposal plans without closing the link, without lance knowing--maybe bc his thoughts are purposefully fragmented like ‘white chocolate? milk?’ or ‘speakers? mic?’ or ‘beach sand feels sandy’ and yes it sounds absolutely dumb but it’s clever because after a while lance tunes it out. though, at the beginning, it really fucking worried him because it sounded like keith was having a stroke LMAO

over the next couple months, keith steadily puts his plan together: get the ring, figure out what to say, speak to allura about detouring to earth for some r&r, speak to shiro about not fucking things up for keith because i know you’ll do that somehow shiro no are you serious of course you would you’re evil do you even remember that time i said no to inviting people for my fourteenth birthday and you did it anyway even though i was looking forward to just playing video games for the whole day??? i had to deal with james griffin in my goddamn house you ass--

the day keith asks, everything--surprisingly--goes really well? like suspiciously so. like keith’s really glad but he’s itching to reach for his knife by the end of it, bc he was prepared for shiro to have done sth by now. 

but nah, keith and lance have a lovely day hanging out, doing activities keith planned and things lance spontaneously suggests. the weather is a perfect breezy, sunny day. when the sun sets they wordlessly head for the beach. lance chases keith though the surf. they throw clumps of wet sand at each other. keith hoists lance in his arms, listening to him yell as keith spins them around. lance picks him up and tosses him into the shallows, that fucking jerk. lance gets keith to forgive him. lance gives keith his shirt, goes half-naked for keith’s shivering form. ‘i’m going to get a cold,’ lance says. ‘and i’m not?’ keith snorts. they walk down the beach and lance tells him stories, pointing to this rock or that spot and saying oh i broke my arm there or dude i saved a baby turtle from a seagull that day and keith soaks it all up like he’s the sand and lance is the ocean waves, coming back to him every time.

lance hops onto a rock, demonstrating to keith how he used to pretend he was a sea prince looking for mermaids. the winds play with his hair, the setting sun brushing golden against his bare chest and the grin on his lips. like this, he’s a foot or two taller than keith.

keith gets down on one knee.

it’s lance’s fault that the ring box is damp, but he’s lucky this thing is olkari-made, because when keith opens it up, the ring shines just as bright as lance. almost as bright. it tries its best but keith really only has eyes for his soulmate.

keith says:

every day, i want to choose you. every day, i want to get to choose you. every day, growing up like i did, was spent learning what i needed to live, what food or drink or mantra was needed to make it another day alone. my body forced to me to focus on its needs, on the bare essentials. if i went a month without a caring touch, it didn’t matter, because it hadn’t killed me yet.

before i fell for you, i don’t think i knew what it meant to want. i never had a chance to think about it, a second to indulge. if i wanted a home, a family, it was a weakness, a distraction, and i couldn’t let myself admit it. so i never learned to want.

the only other thing that comes closest to what i feel for you is probably flying. it’s that addiction to diving through the clouds, it’s free-falling, it’s soaring with my heart in my throat. and even then, even now that i know you, it doesn’t quite compare. it’s a poor substitute.

in this world we exist in, where some force out there knows exactly what we need, who we need, it’s kind of a miracle that i still got to choose you. i’m glad i got the moments where it hurt to think of you, because i wanted you so bad i couldn’t stand not having you. i’m glad i got to slowly realize that you were everything to me, on my own time. it was my own conclusion, my own resolution to love you because you were you, and not because you were someone i was supposed to love. the universe kind of tricked us, but i think she meant well.

and now i know, that even in a world where soulmates didn’t exist....i know i’d still want you.

i want to want you, every day. i want to wake up wanting you, every day, fall asleep wanting you every night. i want to leave for missions wanting you, want to stay behind watching you go, wanting you to return faster than you can. i want you to want me, too. i want a ring on our fingers, reminding me that you do, that you feel the same and you always will.

i want to marry you, lance mcclain.

will you marry me?

[wellntruly]

BABYLON BERLIN - Ep 3 & 4 Notes

I used to have a more consistent Germany tag from back when this blog was founded in my High Interwar Period, are you ready it was: #ja darling

STILL FEEL IT

Babylon Berlin watch-notes: continue!

Episode 3

well we just saw Alexey all kinds of naked and scrambling

Russian anti-revolutionary has now arrived in tall black stockings under a long coat and yet ANOTHER incredible hat. Svetlana’s hat game is maybe even stronger than her double agent game, and that’s saying something.

wait is the train car just carrying gold? just hella gold? did she just want the gold??

mmm misty

took me a moment to realize that they can speak Russian without being understood by the Germans, HOWEVER, I’d wager any of us would still catch “Trotsky”

TERMAGANT, holy heck I’d never heard this one before! god I can’t catch it was that from the German or was this a choice??

I mean the credits tho. the credits though.

god this place is horrible, poor Gereon

hahaha, oh his face as he just resigns himself to continuing on as if he’s a paying customer of Mutti the Prostie

is that…a coin on a chain? Gereon who are you

asldkfjalfj, is this snapping and low repetitive whoo-ing for the chief sincere or ironic!

I think it’s real and it’s so eerie!!!

ah yeah that old rule of thumb, gotta ~protect democracy~ by fascistly squashing all socialist demonstrations with violence

ugh all I want is a life where someone hands me a matchbook and says someone is in town and I know I have to go meet them at the hotel or bar or cafe where this came from

hey lady doctor in 1929!

“You should see a doctor, Mrs. Ritter.” “You should shut your face, Mrs. Cziczewicz.”

it’s taken me a moment to place that it’s just the one thin young blond officer as his hair hasn’t been charmingly rumpled up in curls since the start. let your hair curl my boy!

god Svetlana’s place is incredible. I need one of those three-candle candelabras and a bunch of half empty bottles stat

also Alexey definitely calls her Sveta sometimes yeah? that is SO cute

is this huge oil painting of her family, is she fallen Russian aristocracy, omg that would be great

blondie can lipread! score!

ugh where have I seen this old general man before, I was…not paying attention to him

okay blondie’s name is Jänicke, I will use your proper name now lil bud

they just did a lot of humanizing on Bruno, tenderly caring for his ailing wife, previously simply the cop who roughs up prisoners and cuts under the table deals and also is up to something sketch with some general

yeah of course Gereon’s full already, he’s clearly been subsisting off crusts for months

is Tykwer doing his best Yann Tiersen on the Good Bye Lenin score right here, or is it actually Yann Tiersen on the Good Bye Lenin score

why is his and Helga’s relationships secret! what social mores are they breaking! I CAN’T WAIT

is the boy his or just hers, I have so many questions!

Gereon’s thought process here: the guy who tied up my landlord, broke into my room because he thought I was someone else, fought me, then was grabbed by a couple dudes in a car, is now asking for help and I will certainly help him. Gereon!

“‘They fell like bees in the freezing cold,’ he said.” dang

oh nooo, Gereon’s the family Faramir! babe!

Elisabeth with the Pippin role of looking properly horrified by this Revelation

aw honey :(

!!!!! Jänicke can lipread because his parents can because they’re deaf!! also: his lil pjs and exasperated light switch & signing, adorable

oh my god, this fam is so cute, help

his cute ass parents are cajoling him into staying up and translating the radio for them. his mom’s gonna make him a sandwich. oh my god these doves.

he’s translating music and they just love him

Svetlana is still in her cell just staring at the train car of gold and smoking

good news with this being in German is that I can just turn the volume way down and not have to hear someone screaming as they’re tortured, just squint at the key dialogue and still not miss anything!

Episode 4

Gereon how did you end up on this side of the Red Rover

seriously his whole investigative approach is just like “well, guess I’m in this situation now! this is just what happens when you try to find out stuff.”

#affronted

appreciate how we’ve stumbled into a set from Les Mis?

lols omg someone tell me what German idiom they translated to “Holy smokes” because it was…so much longer than that

Bruno just physically shielded Gereon from the bullets which was terribly easy: he is the size of two twigs

this older lady, in shock, probably dying, looking up at Gereon in distracted wonder: “You’re beautiful.” Gereon, earnestly and calmingly: “You too. You’re very beautiful.” my spirit has taken flight, my love

Bruno is now assuring her that “the pretty boy will be back with a doctor”

hoooold up, he just showed another person this coin on a chain and again she agreed to help him — is this his police badge?? NEAT

“The blood is not even dry yet and you’re already covering it up.” YEAH. honestly tbh: fuck you Bruno. you have moments, but no.

German just took “dilettante” straight from the French too, wonderful

haha, birthmark boy’s blankly uncomprehending face at the prospect that someone would be smuggling things from Russia into the West. also his scarf is incredible ALSO is this an act or did Svetlana literally hijack her other boyfriend’s train.

guy 1: these highly toxic pesticide cars can only be opened in our special factory guy 2: well we got a shed…

man, lady doctor with the braid...she’s so forthright, upright

Charlotte is so appealing even in the worst environs, how

the most happening spot in Berlin right now is: this autopsy room, where everyone in Gereon’s life is showing up, variously alive and dead

wait are we still in phrenology days, because c’mon

sorry but every time they mention this I’m still just like: GEREON RATH, SPECIAL INVESTIGATOR, from COLOGNE

I mean, easy, classic, but well done with this shot

Gereon: listen no one cares about this crime but us, sooo…wanna go rogue Charlotte: always

god I love them, a wonderful pair. why are they so great together? maybe because they’re both just like, tired. but not letting anybody stop them.

damn Svetlana’s a master

well Charlotte’s back to a normal colored hat at least

that’s so interesting, I love this — she lies about her position at work, making herself sound much more integral to the force than she is, while simultaneously giving her old friend charity in a way where she doesn’t have to ask

ah yeah, here we go, the plot for female characters in a period piece made today: try to break that glass ceiling, babe! listen I loved Agent Carter, I definitely don’t hate this.

“the best socialism ever” The Best Socialism Ever

Gereon: “You speak Russian?” other tenant: [launches into a whole ass lecture about the great Russian authors]

is there just a room of dresses and makeup here that Charlotte knows about from her role in the underground sex club? probably.

ugh see here Bruno goes again, doing REAL SHITTY STUFF. REALLY SHITTY!!!

since when is Gereon “posh”, does posh just mean “angular” now

boooo, now Charlotte’s trapped into betraying Gereon AND being Bruno’s whore :(( everything sucks when you have no real social or financial capital :(((

I vote: just tell Gereon right away and then you can work together to invent fake stuff to tell Bruno! cahoots! one downside though is that learning about this will INFURIATE Gereon, which may make him difficult to manage.

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Weimar Watchnotes Episodes 1 & 2

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RPER Resolutions

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2018! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.

I want to do better at describing things and doing more action-based things. I feel like I’ve gotten really bad at that so I want to majorly improve that for sure. Add more detail and that kind of thing. I really really admire people who can do good action based plots or fighting or something like that. I want to be able to do those. I really do. So those are things that I definitely want to improve on. And of course I would love to plot with more people. I’m a tad awkward so it takes me some time to throw myself at people but I really would love that too.

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

I want to actually have Shego do her job. As a “henchwoman” or as a “thief” let Shego take from your character and get away with it. Let your character be frustrated with whatever was taken. Is it valuable? Sentimental? Even better. I also want to focus a bit more on the financial circumstances of my characters. Maximus and Shego both don’t have a lot of money, and neither of them have stable work right now, so my goal is to explore just what they do when the money gets really tight and stuff. Shit what else? I think I talked about my many goals for Maximus in an ask, but to summarize I want him to be more comfortable with his magic, and to actually be able to joke about it and see where he goes from there. Shego I want to actually do shady shit, and make really cool connections, and I want to honestly explore her backstory a bit and how it’s made her who she is. I want to do more one shots with that because there are still so many things about her, and it’s close to the chest cause she doesn’t share with anyone. She doesn’t trust people. So giving her a person to trust would be cool. As for Wilbur? He’s got his major quest to hunt down the stolen item, but I want him to get into other trouble. I want him to be manipulated by someone shady, or maybe have him jump into a situation he’s not well informed on and majorly fuck up.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Shego: “Okay, so I really don’t buy the new year’s resolution thing. I think you should make up your mind to change whenever the fuck you want. But, I suppose my new year’s resolution is to at least not be in an empty bed on next new year’s. I plan on having a good lay for the next one. Oh is that a bad one? Fine, my new year’s resolution is to have a stable job with a sensible boss, so that I can do my job and not have to worry about him fucking up his or her side of things. I deserve a good boss fucking hell.”

Maximus: “I...well I’d like to make up for being gone. I want to show Gabe every day how much I missed him, how much I love him, and how much I want to spend every day with him if I can. Really all I can think about is making right for my past mistakes. I want to do better, and be the person that Gabe seems to think that I am.”

Wilbur: “I feel like I’m doing pretty good with this stuff. Last year I wanted to jump into the lake when it was winter and I did that so go me. This year...uh..let’s see. I want to start a food fight at school, learn a little more about kissing, FIND MY DAD’S INVENTION, learn how to drive, find a way to fly just once that’d be really fucking cool, pass my classes, do something wild in the nude, ride a horse in tandem (so like where me and a friend ride the same horse) because why not? also bareback would be rad, go cliff diving (i heard it’s awesome). meet a shapeshifter and ask them to do something cool, have a sorcerer cast a spell on me (yolo), fight a magical creature and not die (but you know just a friendly duel nothing serious) and uhhh....not tell my parents about any of this.”

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so:

Oh I have so many characters that I’d love to interact with. I’m going to go ahead and list at least one per mun cause I want a lot of things. Yep okay:

MK- Hercules largely

Lauryl - I want to meet Charlie, but also Merida I think would be interesting

Avarick - okay but imagine putting Shego and Jessica in a room together. Right? I’d love to write with Jessica, but also Alasdair and Terence.

Alex - Kim. Possible. Yes. Let me actually write with her properly this time that’d be great. I would love to write with Kim. Also really wanna meet Tito tbh. Tito seems great.

Andy - Jiminy and Mateo. Honestly all of my kids could use some therapy tbh. And Mateo...well he’s part of the Avalor squad and I want to meet them alllll. Let me at him.

Ashley - it’s in the works interacting and all, but I would love to meet Panic too, and Moana.

Bee - god damn let me interact with Sgt. Tibbs!!! I want to so badly! He seems so great! Also Judy or Marie would be rad for different reasons. Honestly just all of these. All.

Carter - I would happily interact more with Orville. He’s great. I really like him.

Chloe - okay so I’d love to put Mitte and Shego in a room together lol. But also I really really want to write with Perry. Come back soon so I can love them okay?

Dee - Miss Spider would be absolutely fascinating. Give me a chance to get to know her.

Emily - dude I want to meet the Huntsman. I think ooo him and Maximus could be a rad combination, but him and Shego could be great too.

Faith - um both of your characters. but damn WOODY! I wanna meet him. With my former cop, my criminal, or my troublemaker, any will do. Any.

Ginny - I mean I’ve got my hook into you already with Namine and Hook who I love. But I’d also enjoy meeting Thomas O’Malley, or perhaps Cornelia. She seems like she’d be a good time. I think she and Shego could theoretically see eye to eye.

Jaby - lol listen I always want to write with you and your characters. Particularly Tink, Soleil, -whispers Adam-. Honestly. I love all your babes. I will write with all your babes. Haven’t met Rita yet though so I’d love to interact with her for sure.

Kate - I am here for interacting with Tombo! Granted I know very little about his story, but I’d love to find out about it.

Katie - ugh omg I want to interact with so many of your babes. Why have I never had the honor? I’d love to be able to write with Celia or Dodger. They look like they’d be so fun to interact with.

Kiara - my god you have the incredibles babes, and I love them. I’d love to write with Dash. Dash and Wilbur maybe causing trouble. or who knows really. Yeah I’d love to be able to meet Dash.

Lauren - EEYORE pretty please!! He’s so precious! i have in fact gotten to interact with Roscoe a little teeny tiny bit i think. And I love him and want more chances. But my god Eeyore is a cutie patootie.

Lichi - Wendy is awesome, I love Peter Pan characters, and I’d love to throw my children at her. Possibly Maximus? I’m debating on what would work best.

Lily - Beau Dunn looks absolutely adorable and I’d love to meet your other babes Lily.

Macy - damn I want to interact with all the Adamsons tbh. But yeah Barrell. He could influence my youth Wilbur, or Shego could mess with him or idk. Either would be cool.

Mathew - it’s Nick Wilde! Yesss. Idk maybe throw Nick and Maximus together? lol they’d probably hate each other. But that’s always fun.

Mckala - well I’ve gotten lucky and been able to interact with two out of three of your children. So last left? I must interact with Will obviously. Not sure yet who would work best with them though.

Pet - all your babes. lol but real talk I’ve never met Lymantria or Dipper or Alana...or Callie even honestly. Any of those I’d love to write with. Dipper I think would be fun to put with Wilbur. Wilbur is just the kind of guy who would go along on an adventure with Dipper. Whatever that might entail.

Reanna - SHOCK! And Kovu!!! Pretty pretty please? Shock and Shego perhaps? Shogo? Shock and Go? Go Shock? lol idk but I think they’d be fun.

Sam - Jenny and Theo omg goals. Theo and Wilbur really should meet. They could both make terrible life decisions. Also they both have big families right? They can relate to each other sort of?

Sarah - I think I’m getting both of yours, so for now I shall say I look forward to getting to know both Cass and Penny <3 and to plotting more with them.

Sav - uh I want to write with both Shere and Frollo like wtf. VILLAINS. Everyone knows I love villains. Let Shego get close to both of them. My dream.

Sierra - Rapunzel! And Lock! I would love to have Rapunzel and Maximus meet or to discuss their stories some more. And my goal to interact with the Adamsons is real. Shego or Wilbur to get into trouble with there.

Silv - okay I really want to meet Goliath for very obvious reasons, and Jim cause he seems great. lol. Jim and Wilbur possibly, Goliath and Maximus or Goliath and Shego lmao. That would be incredible.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #2 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it.

Shit okay...so for the one goal with Shego to steal stuff it’d be like

Part 1: Shego seeks out target

Part 2: With mun’s permission, Shego sneaks into place and takes item she wants (in a one shot or if you want your character can get a glimpse of a figure or a green glow idk)

Part 3: item is stolen and your character gets to go to the police or worry over the item and Shego gets to go try to pawn it off somewhere out of town for money.

For Maximus:

Part 1: Maximus connects with another person and gets comfortable being around them/friendship

Part 2: He shifts around said friend and the reaction to that etc.

Part 3: Maximus starts shifting more if said friend reacted well to part 2.

For Wilbur:

Part 1: Wilbur meets shady af character

Part 2: Shady af character convinces Wilbur to do something

Part 3: Wilbur does something hella sketch and gets busted

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 62: "No Means No 2: Patriotic Boogaloo"