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@sabiyi. — ❛ hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you. ❜ ( vex )

     for far too much of their lifetime, they've been considered anything but brave. strong, yes, a shoulder to lean on, certainly, but not brave. to avoid feeling the overwhelming, icy tide of death yet again, they had abandoned more subordinates and comrades on the battlefield than they'd care to admit. it had been gentler, somehow, to see the light dim in their eyes from afar, to see their chests stutter and then go still at a distance. they already knew what it felt like to take their last breath, how dying felt like drowning whether they were at the top of a mountain or in the middle of a desert.

     volesus had only further proven that they were a coward. his death had prompted them to hide, and they had kept hiding. they had failed to undertake the task of determining whether they had any living family left, and today, it still remains a mystery.

     they don't want to be frightened anymore. vex takes the first step, quiet but undeniably courageous when he admits what's on his mind.

     “ what's stopping you? ” they ask, and it's encouraging, soft, a fire burned down to coals and smoke. vex's gaze snaps to theirs, bright and strange and glowing, and theo offers a small, warm smile - just enough for the points of their canines to wink. something in them solidifies, strength and steel. “ if you want to kiss me, you should, ” they continue, and reach out - slow, cautious, allowing vex the space to change his mind - to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the swell of their lower lip. CERTAIN bleeds through the skin of their palm, and they watch it ease the wrinkle between vex's eyebrows. “ i want you to. ”

f. scott fitzgerald / accepting

[vilestblood]

@sabiyi​ said:  everyone’s staring at us .  // sherlock 

ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 || ACCEPTING.

“And why would that be?” He poses the question so casually it’s but mere conversation, a polite (yet purposeful) invitation to give an opinion and elaborate on the matter — while plenty of eyes are still on them, indeed. "Something about humans being social animals, perhaps?"

Antonín had invited the detective to this coveted art exhibition of comically exclusive access in what is London's currently trendiest gallery. As expected, the event gathered a plethora of critics, collectors, snobs and socialites alike. The latter crowd was predominant and loud, as usual, and they couldn’t keep their mouths shut when two men arrived right in the middle of the artist's official presentation... with quite the lack of demure at that. 

Then, the lingering stares might be because they were scandalously late. Antonín’s fault.

(Perfect.)

He wants to be seen. Right here. With the brother of that man. It’s too much, too obvious, too loud. It should reach the ears of that one individual he’s been tracking down for months and trigger a reaction. He’s certain. Such a reaction, like ripples on otherwise stagnant water, will show him where on this accursed island they are hiding. The sole hint he needs.

(Sometimes one needs to be stealthy to hunt prey. Then, occasionally, one has to make it jump out of its hiding spot instead. Force a mistake, and then shoot.)

“Let them stare.” The smile now dancing upon his lips has some undeniable mischief to it; a calculated boldness. Yet Antonín ice-blue eyes do soften while studying the masterful beauty of a sculpture displayed in front of them — turning to Sherlock a moment later. “You look quite worthy of attention tonight in any case.”  Mischievous, yes. 

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from  @sabiyi​:  #76  /  sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things  (  from  sherlock  )

❝  SORRY  ,  IS  THAT  YOUR  BAG  ?  ❞  sebastian’s  eyes  dive  to  the  hunched-over  detective  and  his  very  OBVIOUS  rummaging  ,  a  heavy  frown  creasing  on  his  lips  as  his  sarcasm  leaps  through  the  air  .  he  takes  a  few  steps  over  ,  confused  ,  and  plucks  his  briefcase  up  from  the  table  where  it  lays  .  ❝  it’s  not  polite  to  go  snooping  ,  you  know  ,  ❞  he  scoffs  .  ❝  as  much  as  i  enjoy  your  company  ,  I  WON’T  PERMIT  SUCH  NOSINESS  .  ❞  a  long  pause  ,  and  sebastian’s  mind  finally  catches  up  .  ❝  you’re  looking  for  a  gun  ,  aren’t  you  .  looking  for  my  pistol  .  something  ,  anything  .  WHY  IS  THAT  ?  do  you  expect  to  just  find  it  stuffed  into  some  side  pocket  ,  obvious  and  easy  to  find  ?  think  i’m  that  stupid  ?  ❞  a  faint  smile  crosses  his  face  ,  trying  to  demonstrate  that  ,  while  he’s  annoyed  with  sherlock’s  prying  ,  he’s  not  mad  enough  to  kick  him  out  or  cause  a  bigger  scene  .  ❝  it’s  elsewhere  .  not  around  you  right  now  and  not  somewhere  where  you’ll  find  it  .  IF  IT’S  PROOF  OF  MY  MISDEEDS  YOU  WANT  ,  ALL  YOU  HAVE  TO  DO  IS  ASK  .  no  need  to  . . .  be  a  busybody  ,  sherlock  ,  really  .  ❞

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“  life  is  pain.  ”    //  from mister timothy Overly Dramatic Always drake-wayne

Lost Meme -- @sabiyi

“Especially if you’re a demigod,” Nico said, rolling his eyes before he pinned the hero with a look. Talk about preaching to the choir, but then again, there were enough rumors about unfortunate things that happened to Robins that Nico knew the other spoke from some experience too.

“Do the Fates like to play with the lives of superheroes too?”

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@sabiyi​. —  gardenia.  is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on, or to conceal them for long periods of time?

     oh, conceal them for long periods of time. FOR SURE. theo hasn’t loved and lost more than anyone else in history, but each one hit them particularly hard, as i outlined in this post. they will do their utmost best to prevent romantic feelings from developing to begin with, because that leads to vulnerability, complications, and pain. who can blame them for wanting to avoid feeling any of those? this means they’ll dial back interactions, avoid the person, cool things down. it works maybe half the time. once they reach the point of acknowledging that they have romantic feelings for someone, getting that out of them is going to be like pulling teeth. they will never confess first. ever. they did it once with a previous partner, and that was enough for them. the other person will have to own up first, and even then, theo might not share what they’re feeling.

     it’s not out of cruelty, or because he doesn’t feel the same way - on the contrary, it’s likely he shares those feelings, and shares them very strongly. it’s hard not to fall in love with someone when he can feel all the ways they’re in love with him, and why they feel that way. i think you could say that theo falls in love easily, actually, which may come as a surprise - but he’s keenly aware of the emotional experiences the people around him go through, and it is extraordinarily difficult to keep their feelings and his feelings separate from each other. they won’t brush someone off, necessarily, but they’ll skirt around the truth, or find a way to tell someone they love them without having to commit to confessing it or signing themselves on for the inevitable hurt later down the line. that may end up coming across as callous, or deceitful, and in fact, it usually ends up making things worse / more complicated for theo.

     they can be selfish. they would rather prevent themselves more hurt than take a chance at love or happiness. sometimes, they don’t stop to consider how it makes the people in their life feel, especially potentially romantic partners.

botanical headcanons / accepting

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@sabiyi​. — carnation.  what is your muse’s relationship with their gender? how do they express or not express this relationship?

     theo is quite happy with where they are in terms of their gender! in the past, they suffered quite a bit from dysphoria and the image of themselves in their brain not lining up with what they saw. they had to change their voice, bind, and though they expressed a lot of traditionally “ masculine ” features ( height, frame, body hair, etc. ), it wasn’t quite the same as transitioning. but now, since they’ve had corrective surgery and take hormones, they’re thrilled. modern medicine has done a lot to help with their transition, and that has done a world of good in theo becoming more comfortable with himself. they can grow a beard, they put on a good deal of muscle, their facial structure is different. they don’t plan to have any other surgeries and are content with where they are. if someone asked, he’d most likely just tell them he’s a man, even though it’s a little more complicated than that.

     their expression of their gender is fairly masculine, but because they’re more comfortable with themselves now, they’re willing to play around with it! he’ll wear light makeup and “ women’s ” clothing ( lbr tho clothing has no gender ). however, in their mind, they’re not expressing being female, and wouldn’t expect to be referred to or perceived as such. they’re simply taking something that’s traditionally one way and applying it to themselves in a separate way. for the most part though, they dress traditionally masculine, express themselves as a “ man, ” and are happy to be perceived as such.

botanical headcanons / accepting

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from  @sabiyi​:  people on dates shouldn’t even be allowed out in public.  //  from  sherlock

❝  CHRIST  .  YOU  CAN  SAY  THAT  AGAIN  .  ❞  sebastian  leans  back  against  the  metal  park  bench  ,  slinging  an  arm  over  the  back  of  it  as  he  and  sherlock  meander  through  some  afternoon  people-watching  .  a  tight  frown  crunches  sebastian’s  face  in  permanent  annoyance  .  ❝  and  they’re  not  even  —  they’re  not  even  that  cute  of  a  couple  .  it’s  an  odd  pairing  .  in  my  eyes  ,  it  seems  they  just  —  they’re  just  CLASHING  .  he  looks  like  a  tosser  ,  and  she  looks  like  a  goddamn  angel  .  he’s  not  anywhere  near  her  level  at  all  ,  and  now  —  christ  ,  look  at  them  .  ❞  sebastian  is  very  aware  that  his  remarks  are  all  sprung  from  internal  jealousy  ,  and  he’d  never  deny  that  if  sherlock  made  mention  ,  but  maybe  it’s  a  bit  fun  to  remark  from  a  distance  (  ESPECIALLY  CONSIDERING  THE  COUPLE  IS  MAKING  OUT  IN  PUBLIC  )  .  ❝  can  they  not  find  somewhere  else  to  do  this  ?  does  it  have  to  be  . . .  oh  ,  he  looks  like  a  right  mess  .  he  looks  like  he’d  yell  at  the  cashier  and  ask  for  a  manager  .  i  don’t  like  his  . . .  HIS  VIBE  .  ❞  sebastian  casts  his  glance  at  sherlock  beside  him  ,  and  now  his  brows  shoot  upwards  ,  curious  .  ❝  what’s  your  verdict  ,  then  ?  we  ban  public  dating  ?  keep  the  PDA  inside  ,  or  at  least  to  a  minimum  .  ❞  he  grins  .  ❝  we’re  a  couple  of  losers  .  utter  losers  .  wish  i  was  snogging  someone  like  that  .  ❞  a  long  pause  .  ❝  and  don’t  say  what  i  think  you’re  about  to  .  the  answer  is  NO  .  ❞  he  snorts  and  rolls  his  eyes  .  

[eidetic187]

↳ @sabiyi said [ sleepy kiss ] while receiver is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), sender approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead 😭😭😭 okay and this from DG because adorable, definitely puts his jacket over spencer or something as well

PROMPTS FOR NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION

          Over a decade at the BAU has turned Spencer into a bit of a light sleeper; he has to be able to wake up at a moment’s notice if Hotch or Garcia calls him in on a case. So when Slayer presses a soft kiss to his forehead, he stirs. With the lack of a ringtone to startle him to wakefulness, he comes to consciousness slowly, brows furrowing && eyes squeezing to remain shut. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up && for him to remember where he is — on his couch, having fallen asleep during a history of science fiction documentary. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep, but he supposes it was long enough for DG to finish what he was doing && decide to let him sleep.

          When he feels the other man tuck something soft around him — Slayer’s jacket, judging by the feel && size of it ( might as well be a blanket for how drastic their size difference was ) — he finally blinks his eyes open. DG has already turned to leave && Spencer reaches out to grab his wrist. It’s a light hold, weak from the drowsiness threatening to drag the genius back down, but he knows Slayer will stop anyway.

       ❛❛ Wait — ❜❜ It’s a mumble, thick with fatigue, && he tries to speak a bit louder. ❛❛ Don’t leave. Let me get up and come — come to bed with me. ❜❜ He tries to stand, && not only is it a bit clumsy, but his knee is still stiff from the way he’d curled up on the couch. A groan leaves him as he flops back down && instead glances up at DG through his eyelashes. ❛❛ Carry me?? ❜❜