ROMANTIC GESTURES ! bold what applies to your muse, italicize if it applies sometimes or selectively.
holding hands · buying / picking flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding the door open · tying shoelaces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love.
long walks on the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · stargazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments.
drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner · surprise parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes.
tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb / "i love you" · dedicating a song to them wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite.
TAGGED BY: @aqivili
TAGGING: anyone who hasn't done this
I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
IT'S ROTTEN WORK.
NOT TO ME. NOT IF IT'S YOU.
fortuniis & visvivae — indie multi-fandom, multi-muse blogs featuring utowin & easthies from witch hat atelier, & a variety of muses from to be hero x, wuthering waves, & other media. please read respective rules before interacting. minors dni.
ciaccona's sylph clones (aka the clones that dance with her during her alt) are quasi-sentient and are relatively capable of independent thought / actions / feelings in accordance to ciaccona's wants. this makes housework a lot easier for her because she can rely on these clones to cook and clean while she does other things. however, her clones do have their own subtle preferences, which do make rehearsals difficult!
(on another note: imagine 3 ciacconas loving you, yeah that's the fucking dream.)
TO SAY THAT HE WAS IN IT FOR HIS LOVE OF THE PACT, would be wholly incorrect. & utowin is sure that easthies knows that curious inquiry & self-inflicted doubt are harmless things that would never cause his dutifulness to waver, not when he was a mere step behind his partner, the deputy captain themself.
amusement escapes through their nose, a soft exhale. that dark brow belonging to easthies becomes a target for utowin's lips, a quick & gentle peck. ❝ a prim & proper knight might see to it that these buttons are fastened all the way up ... but, i don't really see the point. not unless you'd prefer me to hide away what i know you like. ❞
& despite the pain that zings up his hand, through his arm, nerve endings alight, he remains by his date's side for a night out on the town. as it was his turn to work right beside easthies, then told to make it work, make it believable. he sincerely doubts that anyone would be able to identify one of the knights moralis like this. a pair that not only forgo their pennants & robes, but strips away the severity that their presence exudes. & yes, there were admittedly plans in the works to make the most out of a rather pivotal moment, the ginger far too excited as he assisted his companion in combing out their hair.
typical. he cracks a smile & shakes his head as the switch only needs guiding words from utowin himself. still looking far too serious for two lovers that are enjoying an evening together, even if that means sharing the streets with far too many people. a perfect cover for illicit peddlers & those keen on making their investment count. ❝ yeah, they definitely knew what they were doing by picking a night with festivities involved. ❞
❝ come here, ❞ throwing the other a charming smirk, he tugs easthies along gently, urging them to come closer to play their part. though ... ❝ we're not gonna be able to see everything if we're both stuck in the same spots in the crowd. maybe ... we should split up ? you'd be a pretty maiden all alone, probably should drum up some attention. ❞ the last of his words sound akin to gargling water, very ready to shower the other in praise but teeth grinding in simmering rage at the thought that anyone would try to hit on his partner.
❝ or, haha ! maybe something else could work out better ... ❞ murming to himself, some dread weighing on him as he scans their surroundings.
easthies clicks their tongue sharply, not surprised by utowin's audacity. after all, utowin (unfortunately) had the most leeway out of the knights moralis, especially when it came to being as handsy as he was.
thankfully, as they're tugged along, the dress does little to impede their movement - far too reminiscent of their uniform, but lacking the same sense of security that came along with it. ❝ we can plan something better, ❞ they decide, scanning the bustling markets with a critical eye, ❝ i'd rather not be caught unawares without you at my back and ... ❞ easthies looks at utowin from the corner of their eye, amusement sparking, ❝ ... i wouldn't want to leave my date alone. ❞
boldly, the deputy captain reaches down to grab utowin's hand, tugging him further into the fray. to the outside eye, it could be reasoned that they didn't want to lose utowin among the crowds; however, the truth was that easthies simply wanted an excuse to hold utowin's hand in the open without worry of appearances.
their thumb sweeps over the back of the other witch's hand, head turning this way &. that to find where the crowd thinned. there! - under the shade of two buildings, a small alley way where they saw people entering &. leaving periodically.
once close enough to the entrance, easthies turns to utowin, wrapping arms around his neck, hanging off of him like a dazzled lover, faces close. their voice drops to a whisper, ❝ how good are you at ... roleplaying? i have my suspicions that illegal activities are being undertaken at the alleyway nearby, if we feign being lovers wanting to ... spice up our love life, we could prompt them to show their wares. how does that sound? ❞
to call it a disaster would be an understatement… in the time that aalto had left for a few days to pick up a shipment for the rabelle college, luuk took his colleagues’ observations to heart and made the decision to cut his hair. however, it looked like the hasty decision had led towards … whatever this was.
keeping his expression schooled, aalto studies the awkward chop of luuk’s hair — endeared by the golden blush on his cheeks, embarrassment so evident. ah, it’d be mean to tease him. so all aalto does is push his bangs back &. press a kiss on luuk’s forehead. “hey, hair grows back! besides, now I have more room to kiss your forehead, babe!”
A SURGEON'S HANDS KNOWN FOR PRECISION ... had always struggled to bring a blade to his blond locks. more so afraid to part with the length & less about experience. give luuk some time & he would be able to not only pick up a new skill but also master it in a rather short period. this, this was nerves. no question about it, his hands shaky, anxious about a loss yet to come. or had that been the case ? there are very few reasons to cut one's hair. how did he even manage to get this far ... ?
a mistake & regret was doomed to occur.
he cannot even make eye contact with his boyfriend, ashamed, & hoping that it would not be too hideous. his looks were never something he particularly cared about in the first place, only making himself comfortable & comforted by what he wore, how he pulled his hair back or let it down. it was only aalto's compliments that made him far more aware to his outward appearance. & this is a pretty big target.
❝ you ... ❞ gold seems to glow brighter, shimmering on his skin. a kiss ? where the skin is oh so exposed ? luuk wants to shrink into the ground ... utterly mortified by this entire experience. ❝ it will take a while for the hair to be as long as it was ... are you sure ? aalto ... it's alright to tell me the truth. ❞
ah, it seemed that his boyfriend was far more bothered by this than aalto had initially realized. blinking at the doctor, he lowers his hands, fingertips trailing over arms before they tangle with luuk's, fingers entwined to ensure that they remained connected despite it all.
❝ hey, hey, what's got you all worked up? ❞ he says softly, the volume intentionally kept low to offer the comfort of privacy for luuk's emotions. ❝ it's alright, i think it's cute, seriously! but if you're really bothered by it, you can just pin it back with some bobby pins for a while. ❞
aalto leans in, kissing the corner of luuk's mouth, ❝ i was being genuine, you look really cute, i promise. ❞ although the thought of luuk's distress was an uncomfortable prospect, navigating through stuttered explanations with that same shame within his eyes. making a decision, aalto picks up the previously - discarded scissors, holding them up, ❝ in solidarity, i'll cut my bangs really badly so that you won't feel alone! ❞
my Endmin has permanent lichtenberg scars on his body that’re the colour of originium. they don’t appear at his face, but are more present at his hands and arms, gradually lessening in intensity the further they go up. however, his body does have the occasional crack in them.
i am putting my foot down because i despise having my peace ruined. DO NOT INTERACT if you write / are friends with miles (@/poswiecenia ) or sparky (@/windheard, vicefifths, visionsblessed, recineration, and remare) - these two individuals are ones whom i have blocked and URLs saved on my tumblr saviour.
Sparky's callout
Miles' callout on an anonymous callout blog
this entire affair has gone long ENOUGH and i am tired of it. it's absolutely frustrating and frankly pathetic to see everything continue on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
i will keep this post up for 2 weeks, so on July 27th, 9AM MST, I will go through my followers with a fine-toothed comb and begin softblocking those who interact with the above people frequently or have them as mains.
do not dare to come to my dms to "explain" things because frankly, i do not care nor do i welcome it.
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EVERY UTTERANCE OF HIS NAME CAUSES DESIRE TO POOL HOT in his gut, undeniably setting his entire body alight with want. never has he felt so adored, never has a connection felt so right. perhaps fate's plans extended beyond the realm of guiding one who would shatter expectations, maybe the rebel was always meant to find a seat upon this lap, grinding down without even realizing as he pressed closer & closer with each lock of their lips.
the fingers in his hair cause him to moan, soft & much louder than what he had permitted back in the warehouse only about a week prior to what unfolds now. he can tell that the fledgling hero is not only inexperienced when it comes to the handle he has on his abilities but with the simple acts of kissing, intimacy, where to place hands upon body. but nine doesn't care. he's past the point of caring & he would rather die than be picky when it all feels explosive, threatening to reorganize their matter into one being as it comes back crashing down.
❝ touch me more, ❞ he whines without thinking. hands resettling, holding the other's face, shoulders. nearly every night he had dreamt of what could have been during their sparring sessions, how the hands that held down his wrists could have explored more of his body, what other parts he could have felt up. how he tasted, what he smelled like. impossible to cease these thoughts, he was terribly down bad but being the friendly & touchy guy he has always been, these things didn't seem to make it across as being anything more than jovial.
his mind threatens to slip into a lustful haze, all-consuming but full of passion. he knows what he wants even if it was only supposed to be a harmless make out session. ❝ wh-what ? oh ! ah ... you want ... you want me to help you ? ❞ it shouldn't turn him on any more than he already is, but something in him snaps. the wholesome guidance now a means to stake a claim. ❝ you're sure ? ❞ hands already make their way under the hem of █████'s sweater, nine pressing kisses to chin & side of mouth to coax the other man to look at him straight on.
but he stops, shutting his eyes in frustration as he crawls off the man's lap & carefully stands up. already he looks like a wreck, hair sticking up in odd places & lips red & threatening to bruise. adam's apple bobs before he speaks. ❝ i want you on my bed. i want this to be good for you. please. ❞
█████'s thoughts burn like an inferno, their bodies only serving to be kindling the more they press together, skin upon skin, soul upon soul. he whines piteously when nine retreats from his proximity, an unjust &. cruel action, that has him shivering.
the front of his slacks make it difficult to hide the way he strains against fabric, at least until the hem of his sweater is enough to hide the evidence of his want. ( not that █████ had a reason to hide it, but the notion of wanting &. being wanted in return was mortifying. )
his throat is dry enough that it takes a second to muster up a response, wetting his lips, chasing nine's taste like it was his vice of choice. ❝ l-lead the way, ❞ he rasps, dark eyes dragging a blazing, lustful path over the rebel hero's body.
once they make it to nine's bedroom, the journey interrupted by more kissing, more touching, more giggles in between, the ardour doesn't diminish - growing evermore into a blazing fervor that prompts █████ to shed his sweater. he discards it onto a messy pile, falling backwards onto nine's bed with a laugh. █████'s body wasn't as toned as nine, lean &. lanky with hints of pudge from his sedentary lifestyle, &. the thought of being seen as is was embarrassing. he was just some guy! not some ... some adonis that would fit against nine perfectly.
propping his hands against the bed, rising up slightly, glasses askew &. hair disheveled, █████ blushes profusely &. lifts a hand to pull nine in onto the bed with him, pressing their lips together clumsily. just so that the other would not look at him, see him for all of his shortcomings &. imperfections.
❝ i want you, ❞ he whispers against the seal of their mouths, breathy, wanting, greedy, ❝ i want you all to myself ... so pay attention to just me. ❞ before boldly reaching down to cup nine, stroking him over fabric as best as he could.
I’ve put stuff into the queue and am hunkering down for bed. I was also laughing about my wuwa oc bc I’m making him have his resonator mark at his lower back for an excuse to design his outfit with an open back
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