#magnolia talks

[mlady-magnolia]

NOBODY PANIC

EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CALM

MURATA REVEAL??? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

HIMEKO YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL

[magnoliathefool]

yesterday ellis and i changed our splatoon names to match. for the past five or so minutes, we’ve been trying to say “we men me whatch” (me when we match) fast and. failing. its hard

[rad-roche]

LEAD PAINT

[inkedberries]

i've been thinking about an 86 au set (vaguely) in the late 18th century. Giad and the Republic of San Magnolia are at war and Shin is a Giad soldier that was captured by San Magnolia. They try to pry information out of the infamous Undertaker that would get them an advantage over Giad but he manages to escape before they decide to just kill him off.

Lena is the only daughter of a highly decorated Alban commanding officer. Upon her father's death, she uses the fortune he left her to establish a shelter which house children orphaned by the war. To her mother's dismay, Lena breaks off the engagement her mother has set for her and moves to care for her children away from the city's prying eyes.

Shin and Lena cross paths while Lena is foraging for berries, nuts and shrooms with her children when one of them spots Shin near a riverbank, barely alive and wounded. Lena decides to bring him back to her shelter to care for him.

then romance ensues

[pupkashi]

hellooooo i apologize for falling off the face of the earth again but i have adopted a kitty !! I’ve been so obsessed with her she’s everything to me <3 her name is magnolia :3

[pxltown]

04:39PM. Sulani Holiday Market. ↳ i'll wait 'til you're home

Notifications: (3) Messages, (1) Missed FaceTime call

Ate Mika. 12m ago. Helloooo Bea where are you? We've been waiting at the market 😭 Mickey. 10m ago. Missed FaceTime call Makko. 6m ago. did you go to the right one? we're at the sulani holiday market Mickey. now. HELLO WE CAN LITERALLY SEE YOU FLIRTING-

[gailynovelry]

I love Sorrel.

[petrovna-zamo]

My best friend is gay & rich…

[magnoliasforyourmedic]

Hear me out, Band of Brothers AU where Easy Company is the name of a Skydiving facility that offers experiences in both indoor and general skydiving.

Like there are all different levels of skydiving instructors for both indoor and outdoor skydiving, some instructors specialize in different experience levels such as training first-timers or accompanying individuals who are working towards their license. I can totally see some of the people who work the indoor skydiving side of the facility being not at all a fan of outdoor skydiving. All in good fun of course, but I can definitely picture some friendly indoor vs outdoor skydiving rivalry.

Doc Roe would be one of the few medical personnel they have on staff. He’s got the most jumps of the medical personnel and is pretty experienced but never actually teaches any skydiving courses. He does teach medical courses to the skydiving instructors focusing on what to do if they find themselves in some different situations, like how to help themselves or the other people they’re jumping with. Oh and Gene will kinda just tag along sometimes when they’re taking up a group like one of the boys who isn’t scared of him will notice him getting ready with them and say “tagging along, Doc?”

The company hired him mostly for insurance reasons but he really cares about making sure everyone is safe. It wasn’t a requirement that he be licensed to skydive, but the guys like having him around especially when they’re taking up first-time skydivers (not that there’s much for him to do medically while they’re in freefall). Probably mostly just sees people after they get back from their jump with stuff like altitude sickness, friction burns from harnesses that weren’t properly secured, motion sickness, a couple of broken bones maybe, of course it could always be worse but you get the point. He’s not a doctor, but definitely has some sort of EMT training. Perhaps he was an EMT but left for mental health reasons or is still an EMT on the side?

[mlady-magnolia]

I need everyone to look at how ugly she is

I love her so much

[magnoliathefool]

Joe mama

i opened my activity page as i started telling ellis abt something annoying and i got two words in before i looked down and my eyes locked onto this ask and i was unable to finish my sentence bc i was laughing too hard. congrats

[itsgrimeytime]

guys wait,,, guys wait,,, guys-

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ANDY WAS IN LIKE A REGENCY ERA MOVIE???????

HELLOOOOOOO-

IS THIS THING ON ?????? HELLOOOOO

(called A Woman in White btw)

Not a soul, told me this. I HAVE A REGENCY AU

guys, guys, guys-

[littler13]

What if…

Fem!Reader (Isabel Magnolia’s sister) x Levi Ackerman in a secret affair.

Not a full day goes by before Levi makes his way into the clinic again, locking the door behind him as soon as he gets in. Like a man on a mission, set on what he wants — the only way he knows how to live, an intensity that consumes you entirely. You turn to look at him from where you’re standing in front of the desk, frowning while he approaches.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” you’re cut short and breathless when he reaches you, picking you up and landing you on the table in a swift movement. You hear the sound of objects tumbling to the ground, impatient hands moving them away. There’s not even time to giggle before his lips are covering yours, soft and wet and demanding, but you smile against them nevertheless. “What about Furlan and Isabel?”

“I told them I’d meet them at the apartment later, and that I needed to clear my head or another dumb excuse,” he breathes close to your mouth, closed eyes, hiding the heat that lives within them for this short instant.

You nod and sigh, already crumbling under his hands so easily. There are many things you know by now, about his body as well as your own, all the different ways desire and pleasure can be dragged out and brought to completion. Still, there are some things about the nature of this that you can’t quite figure out, which maybe attests to your lack of experience beyond him: are you supposed to feel your pulse quicken from the sight of him only? Sense his presence like a shift in atmosphere, engulfed by the scent of him from afar? Be consumed by the familiar tugging in your lower abdomen and have heat spreading through your center even before his touch has reached you? Could any man make you feel this way, if not Levi?

It’s been months of this, quick escapades between patients and robberies, secret sessions of stolen kisses and undercover sighs. You’re used to his impatience, the urge he has to reach out and touch after days of carefully crafted indifference. He was never one for physical contact, and you suppose you weren’t, either. You wonder why it feels different, now: is this only the effect that life-long deprivation can cause in people? Is that why you feel addicted to it, while he looks restless and even greedy every time you do this? In spite of your own natures, closeness calls to you, as if you’ve only recently found out that you’ve been starving from the lack of it.

Whatever it may be that causes this, you like it. You like it too much , a scorning voice appears to whisper in your ear. Its insistence makes you pull away, also halting his crumpling hands over your shirt at the sides of your body. It’s only then that you’re able to take a good look at his face, the slight furrowing of his forehead that indicates he’s upset about something.

“Elric withdrew from the deal again, the bastard,” he explains before you even ask. “He said it’s become too risky to conduct business with us, because of those idiots from the Military Police that have been on our asses. As if they’ll ever even come close,” he scoffs. While he speaks, your fingers drift from his nape to the sides of his neck, unconsciously trying to soothe him. You think he likes that — one more idiosyncrasy in your arrangement —, but you never really asked.

That’s a big issue, because Elric is an important client with enough purchasing power to push you closer to the surface with each successful business. His withdrawal is a tough setback, and it also means less money to afford the high-end medicines that Yan requires. Levi has every reason to be disappointed.

He leans in again, making his intentions clear. No more talking . This is what he does: he’s upset, he comes here. He’s particularly satisfied about a deal, he comes here. He’s not feeling anything at all, just drifting through the day and trying to find something to take him out of his numbness, his footsteps lead him to this same awaiting place with open arms and legs. This will never not be a mystery to you: why does he do it? Is it boredom, routine, distraction? And why do you keep letting him in? You can pretend not to know the answer to this last question, even though the truth of it has become increasingly hard to ignore.

His kisses become more pressing, hands working to open the buttons of your shirt, lips falling to your neck — good . He mumbles against your skin, finger drifting to draw patterns on the patches of your body he skillfully exposes. There’s a drunkenness to him that only becomes evident in moments such as these, which makes you think he actually likes this as much as you do. There’s lust in his stance, but also care — right?

You sigh and try to keep up, but the rushing thoughts slow your movements. It’s not that you’re starting to question this; it has more to do with the fact that you haven’t questioned this at all, ever since it started. Things just happened and kept on happening, and you told yourself that it was enough to go with the flow, just following wherever it would lead you. You don’t know what changed, exactly, but something seems to have, as the strong pounding of your chest every time he walks in would indicate; or the way you’ve been struggling to keep your hands to yourself in front of Isabel and Furlan, now, having to be extra careful not to let your excitement show when Levi’s fingers graze your skin or when Levi’s eyes flicker across the room to find yours.

“Aren’t you afraid Furlan will figure it out at this rate? He did say he’s onto us,” you recall the vow Furlan swore to see through only yesterday, trying to sound playful, both arms around Levi’s shoulders. Still holding him close in spite of your unexpected, spiraling doubts, legs opening to accommodate his body. He sighs and rests his forehead over your shoulder, leaning both hands on each side of you over the table. Sensing your hesitancy; frustrated about it? He raises his head to look at a spot beyond you, and you want to kiss his cheek. But you refrain yourself from doing it, because that would be purely affectionate, not at all seductive. Would he like it?

“It took months for him to even start suspecting,” he huffs. He seems tired, as the marks under his eyes would suggest. And he came here. Your heart aches inexplicably just from the sight of him, a disgruntling sensation. “At this rate, we’ll find our ways to the surface long before his slow head figures it out”.

And would that be so bad? , you bite your tongue before you say it. Not telling seemed to make sense when this abruptly started. It was never a decision, but something you ended up rolling along with, since it was easier to just keep it between you than to try to explain — hey, we’re casually fucking, is that cool with you?

But time passed — months that seem to hold the same worth of decades. Isabel is not a training girl Levi and Furlan took in anymore, but a steady part of the gang. And you’re not simply Isabel’s sister, but a close addition to the group and a constant part of their plans and ideas. You can’t see yourself parting ways with them, the closest to family you think you’ll ever get. None of you ever dared say the word to each other, almost afraid to jinx it; but it’s true.

So you want to say something about it, but you don’t know what . It’s been a thrilling secret, and maybe you should feel satisfied with that. But you want more , and you’re afraid he’ll keep getting comfortable with less , until whatever this is will just fade into nothing.

“I’m sorry for the deal,” you whisper instead, trying to remind yourself of why he’s here , convince yourself of a satisfying reason. It’s not just sex, but the comfort that exists in it. Deep down, he must know you understand , and that you’re someone he can share his frustrations with — which has happened time and time again, in the form of disgruntled, scattered admissions. You know him, and he knows you; that’s enough, or it has to be.

He doesn’t respond, but his eyes soften, his hand raising to hold your cheek in a way that is almost tender. When he kisses you again, you can feel the vibration of a hum pouring into your tongue, low and sultry, reaching out to spread through your whole body. Languidness takes over the previous rush, your hands bringing his face even closer, wanting to exist in the way your mouths meld together. He bites your bottom lip hard and licks it within a heartbeat, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until you’re unable to tell them apart. Unable to recognize your own voice, needy and breathy, whimpering his name in half agony, half rapture.

His left hand continues to cradle your face affectionately — you can tell yourself that —, tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your fingers dig into his hair, then wander down to feel the expanse of his chest, the shape of his muscles, almost cut-open and bleeding from the sharpness they meet in every corner of him. From the ethereal contour of his face to the honed sturdiness of his body, all of him seems to rip you apart and exposed, an incredibly gentle experience in spite of the deadliness. His hands are soft where they touch you, intent and so warm, drifting to rest on your thighs. Kneading, coaxing, thumbs circling the sensitive region of your lap until you’re dizzy and panting with want.

Your shirt is already half open from his previous efforts, enough of your cleavage showing for his eyes to get caught in it, simultaneously glinting and darkening with lust. He kisses his way down your throat and collarbone, his rhythm building into what it was before, desperate and hungry while he ravages your skin and leaves hidden marks on his wake. You almost cry out when his fingers graze your center, at the same time his lips close around your pebbled nipple over your thin undershirt.

So good , you can hear him mutter from time to time, nodding your head in earnest. He’s not much of a talker when you do this, but his occasional words of encouragement and appreciation are enough to make your insides melt. This is good , your mind repeats in a loop, too damn good , your shirt finally falling all the way down from your shoulder while you work to undo the buttons of his, completely intoxicated in him. His scent, the sweep of his tongue against your lips, the flexing of his arms when they pull you impossibly closer. You have all of this memorized by now, even if it feels new in every repetition.

You’re unraveling with every one of his low groans, the spark in his eyes raising too big of a fire that licks you inside and out, an exquisite burning. This is good , and you know him, don’t you? You know the effect he has on your body, the lowness of his voice, the bite of his clever statements as well as the softness hidden behind the harsh way in which he sometimes delivers his words. But you also know why he holds teacups from the top instead of the handle, the story of how hot liquid stained his clothes and scorched his skin when the delicate china snapped, making him too wary to trust it again. You know how he and Furlan met, the kind of childish alliance that only neglected kids can find in each other, growing into an unbreakable fellowship with every passing week, for years, now. You know that he hates his birthday and the way that it coincides with Christmas, reminding him of the kind of homely celebration he will never experience. The smell of death and the ache in his stomach at the small room he was confined to when too little to escape it, as well as the second desertion he was met with in his life when mysterious eyes turned his back on him for the last time.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and sigh, letting the feeling of his hands on your breasts take over you completely, the familiarity of it all. The dangerous, delicious familiarity.

[tciddaemina]

The next week keeps Shen Qingqiu busy. He'd forgotten how demanding the work of a peak lord could be, without a head disciple there to delegate some of the work to. Each day there are countless things to do, new tasks demanding his attention every hour, many of them urgent, and even more in need of the peak lords eyes specifically. Apparently. So they say. To be honest, Shen Qingqiu thinks that some people are just so glad to see him back that they're clamouring for his attention, desperate to steal a moment of his time and make a tiny bit of progress on projects that have been paused for three years and change.

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New chapter of the dragon!Binghe fic.

[pupkashi]

took maggie to the vet today for her boosters !! she was so good and was purring up a storm the whole time <33

now it’s nap time

[monards]

(shakes you so hard) DO YOU SEE IT. DO YOU SEE THE WAY DOVE ACTUALLY LUNGED FOR HER. BUT WAS TOO LATE.?? HOW SHE CALLED HER NAME? HERR EXPRESSION.???