#i like. them

[f4m1l14r]

figurin' them out

[nawumika]

happy birthday to me :)

[year-of-amy]

Day 258: Amy, Sonic and Tails in Sonic Mega Drive issue #1

[impossible-rat-babies]

wip wednesday!

@myreia & @hanseelie tagged me last week, so def tagging the two of you right back!

I’m gonna tag: @starrypawz @fourteenthz @dieicarian @pearl-kite @crowshuh @steponamine and anyone else. literally anyone else go for it share the thing I want to see it

I’m kinda. poking around at this very old WIP from 2021, but it’s taking a lot longer because. well these two won’t stop yapping

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She reaches over, taking the beer from his loose hand to take a sip of it.

“You have your own, you know.”

“Yeah, but that one doesn’t taste like you.”

Pollux snorts, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth.

“What, like cigarettes and menthol?”

She hums, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She catches a little bit dripping down her chin, wiping that on the blanket.

“It’s an acquired taste.” She tuts and Pollux roll his eyes before they get started on that line of joking innuendo. Julia knows no shame and Pollux isn’t in the mood to go poking. Not with that subject.

She takes another swig and Pollux looks instead at the sun scattered through the leaves, painted dapples down Julia’s back. Ports catching the light—brushed metal diffusing light.

“Plus this beer is shitty.”

“You’re the one that bought it.”

Eyes back to her face--no, the little spot near her temple. A soft curl, lazily twirling down to earlobes long since absent of earrings. Only for the PR, her reckons.

She shoots him a look. “You’re the one that doesn’t like to drink nice beer.”

“Why do that when I can have a nicer cigarette?”

“Newports are expensive though.”

“Every other menthol tastes weird.”

“Cheap everything else but taste." She gives him a look, but her face softens at the look he gives to her.

You know,” She starts, gesturing with his beer. “You’ve never told me why you prefer menthols.”

“They’re…nostalgic, I guess.” He mumbles. “I got started bumming cigarettes from the other squatters. I had a few I liked, but one guy always had menthols and I really liked those. The guy loved to talk, and he would share his cigarettes with you if you listened to him.”

[pricemarshfield]

HI……flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand for the first ship that comes to mind for you 😔

it's raphtav, who's surprised (no one). also this kind of got away from me and is 90% a totally different thing but there is a hand kiss...eventually. prompt list here!

Tav isn't supposed to be here. Not really. She's a cleric and this is a temple, sure, but it's the kind of detached, formal devotion as unlike her faith as one can get.

But still: something in her bristles at seeing him walking around the place. It's an insult, though whether to her or to divinity in general, she's not sure.

"Fancy seeing you here," Tav says, keeping her voice bored and quiet, her eyes on the statues ahead of her even as he settles next to her on the pew. "I'd imagine the place would be warded against a devil. Does it hurt every step you take, or something?"

"Not quite," Raphael says, and his voice is low and right in her ear (so as not to carry, that's all, as she reminds herself to little success). "I'll admit to a certain discomfort, but that's far outweighed by the pleasure of your company, my dear."

Tav scoffs. "Please. The pleasure of irritating me, if anything."

"I hardly see the difference," Raphael says, amused, teasing, and fair enough, because Tav doesn't either.

"Why is it that you're following me, then?"

She hasn't signed the contract, and doesn't intend to. Might have, if he hadn't been stupid enough to name where he was keeping it, but if he's going to give her an inch, then she'll take a mile, and every valuable in his house besides.

(It's very nearly a shame. She really does like him.)

He hums, as though he's unsure whether to answer her question at all, let alone truthfully. But he's playing at offering a just deal these days -- at least with her, correctly guessing she'd see through whatever bullshit he spins for the less insightful -- so he eventually adds, "This tabernacle hasn't a place for your Lord, does it?"

Tav snorts. "The Destroyer himself? No."

"Perhaps I'm curious as to what threat you'd risk his wrath for," Raphael says, careful, covetous.

She turns more fully to him at that, despite the fact it'll draw eyes she really doesn't need her way, because she would love to pull the thread to see what he wants here. Understanding her, to better convince her to give him the Crown? The worship, mortal devotion and adoration and supplication that only a god or archdevil could manage? Her attention, specifically?

Some mix of all three, most likely, because there's a simmering heat in his gaze that she's not expecting. It's enough to startle her into honesty. "I doubt he'd be all that furious at me filching holy water, actually."

Raphael blinks, the only sign of his not having anticipated that answer. He smiles after a beat of weighing it, pleased. "You intend to disrupt the Rite today, then? Are there not more pressing concerns?"

Yes, to both questions, but someone had decided to threaten his siblings in the first building past the gate they'd come across, and Tav would rather just deal with that now than be ambushed at camp later. (Also, she imagines that may come in handy for more than the undead, though she's certainly not going to say that to him.)

Without waiting for her answer, he stands. Walking in to gossip under his breath isn't too unlike the various Baldurians here today, but leaving without even a pretense at prayer once he's done has a murmur of irritated chatter building behind them.

Oh, wonderful, and one of Helm's priests is walking up to them now, too, as though Tav wasn't already ill at ease from being the thief in this endeavor, just for her Lord's protection, Shadowheart unwilling to rob a temple honoring her new goddess, barely a week after accepting her.

"I must ask that you either sit or leave," the priest says, his voice not all that quiet, attracting further attention. "This is a sacred place, and you are disturbing the peace."

"Forgive me, ser," Tav murmurs, face flushed with embarrassment and irritation.

"No, forgive me, my dear," Raphael says, amused in a way that only annoys her more. "I hardly meant to disturb a holy woman such as yourself, so devoted as you are to ridding the world of such monsters as plague it." He extends a hand to her, inviting her to leave with him.

She takes it, grip light and cautious like the type of holy woman she's pretending at might favor, now that he's thrown that excuse out for her.

But instead of helping her up like she expects, he turns her hand and presses a quick, light kiss on the back of her hand before she can realize what he's doing and stop him. (He's warm. Fucking obvious, that, but it's all she can focus on, and then he's dropping her hand and it feels oddly cold as she lets it fall back to her side.)

"You know where to find me, should you require my aid in further sparing this fair city from those that would see it twisted into something other," he says, and then, quieter, enough that the priest might not be able to make out a word or two, "We both know I'm your best option, mouse."

Tav smiles, hoping he can see through the sweetness to the fuck off, will you she's playing at. "With my Lord protecting me, I need no further aid, but I thank you, regardless."

Raphael's eyes flare with something properly dangerous. Tav's heart ticks a little faster at the threat in a way that she knows isn't terror.

The priest nods approvingly at her as the devil leaves. She assumes, anyway; she's mostly staring after Raphael. (Still better to rob him, probably. Certainly better not to follow down any stray thoughts that linger, about his mouth and the far-better ways he might use it.)

[amethyst-halo]

aside from slatefur and violetshine, dovewing is the first one to get puddleshine to talk about his parents and his siblings. it’s one of those things he didn’t exactly avoid, but he hardly thought to talk about it, y’know? and dovewing is close to horrified that he’d lost pinenose and two of his littermates as young as he did; he was freshly named and barely apprentice aged by normal standards. and she’s further horrified to hear his father chose violent rogues over him in the end.

and it occurs to him, for the first time, that it shouldn’t have been like that. pinenose should have still been alive. lioneye and birchbark shouldn’t have disappeared like they did. spikefur should have stood by him instead; he would have been able to treat whatever sickness that had killed him, instead of suffering alone with cats that didn’t care.

and instead of just accepting it and moving on, as he had been out of necessity, puddleshine takes a moment to grieve. and dovewing stays beside him.

[laslloronas]

Im not rlly into fnaf anymore i havent for a few years but. I am LOOKING at vanny and that glamrocker wolf