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rosicheeks · 27 days

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Aka Riders Lullaby from Centaurworld

Lay your head on my chest so I can sing you a lullaby and gently run my fingers through your hair until you slowly drift off to sleep 🥰🫶

#I got some microphones on a super good deal and I wanted to try it out 🥰#also I’m finishing centaurworld and I love it so so so so much #I got an ask recently #and I think it might have been the sweetest ask I’ve received #and that’s saying something #cause all of you guys are sweeties!!!#but basically they were complimenting my voice #and if you don’t know voice compliments are probably top tier for me #obviously love personality compliments and all that but voice compliments hit me fucking deep #I’m going to reply to that ask soon #just whenever I get a super sweet ask that BLOWS me away I need a little bit to recover and find the right words to say!#anywhoodedoodly #I was crying while I was driving and singing my heart out #and remembered my microphones!!#was gonna do some sort of heavy ballad but I’m too much of a perfectionist right now #gotta start small #idk if I’ll keep this up or I’ll remake it #cause I always feel like I could do better ya know??#me #mine #rosicheeks #singing

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skoulsons · 9 months

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im saying this for me so I can stop being dumb and maybe actually achieve something productive

i have two daisy and coulson fics ive been wanting to write for like a month and a half. they’re both one shots. they’ll be short and sweet. I can do them. They can help me get back into the grind of writing so I can move onto the multi chappy fics i so desperately want to write.

I will get back to writing

#I WILL get back to writing #just #one project at a time #gotta start small #work my way up #Daisy and coulson #Joel and Ellie #cee and Ezra #baylan and shin #SIGH why am I eternally EXHAUSTED

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donelywell · 1 month

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February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

#roadtrip!sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #super sonic #dadnic #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic fanart #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #Okay- I'm gonna ramble a little bit about the dialogue and behaviors here you can skip the other tags if you're not interested #First- Sonic immediately tells Tails that he's fine first before asking if Tails is okay. This isn't Sonic putting himself first-#-but him trying to comfort Tails because even if it's cheesy- Tails will only feel okay if Sonic is okay.#Apparently it calms children down if they listen to their parents heartbeat (melts my heart when I remember that) so Sonic put-#-Tails close to him not only so he could hear that Sonic is alive- but also to try calming him down a little more.#Small thing I started incorporating way too late- Sonic will call Tails Big Guy if the kit is smaller than him and-#-Little Guy if the kit is larger than him.#Sonic changed his pattern color to be blue like Tails' eyes after he points out that they are both yellow (it's not colored here-#- but you probably remember that Super Sonic has golden fur.)#Sonic is constantly rubbing a thumb on Tails' hand as a comforting gesture.#That's my ramble- I know it's just pretty bare bone stuff that anyone reading might get but I freaking love explaining stuff (I gotta stop)

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buglaur · 6 months

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some of the sims i'm gonna play the new pack with!

#kit and navin are step-siblings. navin is a freelance web developer and kit is doing art commissions. they live in house 1 #dee max leo and gaz all study at foxbury. but they hope to make it big with their band! they live in number 2 #braidy owns the pub on the corner and she's renting a small apartment to virgil upstairs. she lives upstairs also #i gotta fill 2 more houses still hmmmmm #but rn i gotta start an assignment that i have due at 6pm tomorrow #i hate enterprise gahhhh my brain is not built for business 😫

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trixlvania · 4 months

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I was very tempted to add more to this piece, but decided to leave it as is.

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wyrmsfornerves · 1 year

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Avatar Spirit Fashion

Koh - Hei Bai - Yue - The Painted Lady

#atla #koh the face stealer #the painted lady #hei bei #avatar #yue #avatar the last airbender #i have been obsessed with the avatar spirits since i was so small dont get me started #this art is old i really want to re-do these designs #gotta give koh a puffier coat next time #koh is my favorite #i keep meaning to draw him so thats on the list of things to do this year

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localceilingdevil · 7 months

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i have a love hate relationship with six myth's design BAHAH

anywayyy here they are all uh updated. this is their third iteration (ba dun ch)

much happier with this design but do expect things to be fleshed out a little more hehe

#myths lives in garbage wastes!!#they're a small iterator whose can collapsed and their puppet fell with it #wound up in the wastes where #most of their neurons got eaten #they don't really know what's happening tbh #but they're here for it #they also sleep with the scavies!!#myths keeps pearls in that little pouch they carry #gotta love em #hopefully I'll start posting more iterator stuff #rainworld #rain world #iterator #iterator oc #rw iterator #rainworld iterator #oc #art

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luck-of-the-drawings · 2 months

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smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

#jrwi show #jrwi fanart #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #made this within a short span of wahtever bc i gotta go up to the mountains for my stupid gay job tonight n im trying #nnot to frrRREAAAK THE FUCK OUUTTTTTTi dont wanna work but. get that bread we fuckin shall i guess #ONWARDS TO THE FISH TORMENT!! sometimes flowers feel pain when you trim them before their blossoming. atleast i imagine so #i used to draw gillion with loooong hair tied into a big ol braid. and then it was confirmed that he had short hair when he was little.#AT FIRST I WAS SAD. but then i realized the duality of. when they were little. gill had short hair. edyn had long hair.#AND NOW THEYRE OLDER. and gillion has long hair. and edyn has short hair #both mirroring eachother. looking up to eachother. subconsciously or not. they most certainly care. and most certainly miss eachother.#GILLION ALWAYS LOVED HOW LONG HAIR LOOKs. atleast i imagine so. he hasnt cut it since he left the undersea. sure he wanted to go back home #but even at the very start. he knew he was free in some way now. free to grow out his hair. an adventure would await him before he returns.#he knew it would be a while. so he cant let this go. he cant let this sought-after hair-length get cut away from him again #not yet. not yet. i like to think he loved music too. I SAW SOMETHING INTERESTING A BIT AGO #i see alot of ppl commenting on my baby gill comics like;'i wouldFIGHT this teacher i wanna KILL EM i want them DESTROYED #all very good and nice sentiments! i LOVE the energy here! and it would be nice. to have that catharsis #but the story of young tidestrider is not a story of catharsis. it is a story of agony and being so so small and so special and also so dum #and sucking so bad. and just being a kid and doing the things that a little kid does and so many tired tired people reacting badly to it #youre supposed to be the hero that will save us. our world hangs in the balance and you are the one who tips the scales.#YOU are supposed to SAVE US!! you NEED to SAVE US! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP SQUIRMING IN YOUR STUPID CHAIR!!#you'd think that young tidestrider ought to prevail. and be tucked someplace all safe and sound.#elders gone missing and rotting in a jail. their cultists nowhere around. but theres no happy endings. not here not now.#this tale is all sorrows n woes. you may dream that justice n peace win the day. but thats not how this story goes #BIG ideas for this lil baby gillion series. if anything i make ever gets disproven im killing myself in a well as to poison a water supply

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synthaphone · 3 months

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desert centibyte is done- i based it on this winged scarab pectoral of tutankhamun, which i am now 100% sure is what the scarabug is also based on

#it took me so long because i got distracted by starting quarantine crystal + i was dreading doing desert #i gotta be real: i think the converted one Sucks but i was really stuck on how to convert the tail in a way that worked #and didn't require me to make the antennas really small. rip #centibytes #my art

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becauseplot · 9 months

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Penciled Lines

(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)

Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.

Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.

And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.

Missa can hardly breathe.

Oh no.

He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.

Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.

“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.

Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.

Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line.

So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.

Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under.

Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.

~*~

A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.

Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.

#qsmp #pissa #qsmpshipping #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #i hesitate to put main character tags bc it's shipping content but i think we're all p much okay with that?? we chill??? we chill thumbsup #my fics #ficlet #anyway would you believe me if i told you this took me a week to write. hhourgh.#i'll prolly make small edits as time goes by if i dont scrap this version entirely.#i really like it rn but we'll see how i feel abt it in like a couple hours or a day. the sheer number of times ive rewritten this hhhhh.#this little character/relationship study is primarily for me to try to work them out in my head.#so if this doesnt quite hit the exact vibe you know why.#im still getting acquainted w missa's character but i gotta start somewhere ya know #i didnt actually get to explore missa's feelings of inferiority as much as i wanted to but thats bc i found trying to tackle that As Well-#-as everything else saddled the fic/setting w too many Things and made it cumbersome and muddied the story being told.#so another time perhaps.#anyway i adore them. beloveds.

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quotidianish · 1 year

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See look romantic interpretations are goated but it would be funny if they really were just friends who didn’t know the difference between romantic and platonic gestures

#starts of small. sure you can buy your pal flowers on Valentine’s Day #even if it means standing in the pouring rain for hours #but then they start making out on a bed of rose petals and caption it with shit like #‘Friday night with the boys!! Friends gotta stick together 🔥🔥💥💥’#tf2 #art #fruit scones #boots n bombs #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 demoman #Quotidianish

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guardian-of-da-gay · 7 months

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for various reasons I feel pretty confident that in the Knuckles show/Sonic 3 they're gonna reveal that Knuckles and Tails are sharing the attic with Sonic, but honestly? tf they mean this house doesn't have ONE spare bedroom???

#various reasons include:#its a kids series and stuff for kids tends to push the 'siblings sharing a room is fun' agenda #also its easier than having to create a new set design/set #also it'd be weird if the new kids/one of the new kids got their own bedroom when they put Sonic in the attic #ALSO it's implied that Sonic lived in his cave for a while?? after the events of the first movie??#and they dressed up the attic with his stuff as a surprise??#so like... if they acknowledge a spare bedroom then they gotta say why they didn't just let sonic use that #instead of making him go back to his cave #and don't even get me started on how tf a sheriff and a vet can afford the small towns' version of a luxury home #maybe they can afford it cuz nobody's buyin a house that big that's only got one bedroom >_>#can you tell im salty about this house #anyway #scu #wachowski family #knuckles wachowski #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #give them their own rooms propaganda

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sleepdeprivationbutitsvaruna · 2 months

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Hey #GreekMythology tumblr, I want ya’lls help on something :).

So, I’ve been thinking about starting this massive project. Like, would take years and years work of writing and research and sheerly finding the time and motivation for. And as I was thinking about the specifics, I thought: why not bring others into it as well? Because as much as I am interested in a lot of Greek Mythology, there are things that are simply not my interests and might cause writers block and my goal for the project would to be as fun as possible. So, here we are.

What is the project exactly? Well, hopefully, it’ll be a long Ao3 series/fic focusing on the individual perspectives of various figures/events in Greek Mythology arranged in (semi/good enough) chronological order. I personally intend to write for Poseidon in his/my version of the Titanomachy and (maybe) some events that follow, if you want a little bit of an idea on what I’m talking about.

The limits on this are almost completely free, all that I ask are that each of your submissions are one POV only (and by that I mean your main subject’s POV). Why do I say this? I say this because that is what I want this project to look like. It doesn’t matter if it’s First, Second, or Third POV along with all the other variants of those three, my main focus is on the individual experiences of these individuals. Kind of like character studies, if you know what I mean. I’m intending for it to be mostly formal but I will absolutely accept crack admissions that I will probably put into its own series to Separate the Vibes for whoever comes by :).

Ultimately, this is a completely open-ended project that has absolutely no deadline. I’m about to go to bed so I can’t go into too much detail, but if you want to DM me or send any asks, I am completely okay with that and we’ll all flesh out the specifics we go :).

What is my overall purpose? Not only is this project made for my own individual purposes of learning more about the gods and other Greek Mythology writers, but it’s also the chance to spread the word of other writers. I know how hard it is to get specific audiences, especially when you’re shy, so this is a chance for your work to be stumbled upon. Each post on the eventual Ao3 fic will include your socials, how to find you, and your other general works on either ao3, tumblr, wattpad, or other :)

Can you participate even without socials or a tumblr page? Yes you absolutely can :). My asks will always be open to anons and I will do my best to give credit when I eventually post everything :). If you want to post multiple submissions or simply just want a trackable (between works) name to your writing, just sign something at the end. It could be a name, it could be a potential username, I don’t mind at all :)).

How do I submit things? Well, the best way would be to DM me :). I have a personal writing email separate from most things that would be perfect to either share a google docs with or to just send a copy-and-pasted copy of it. Otherwise, I take asks. None of them will be posted unless asked or we’re ready to so it’ll be safe to just drop them off in! It’s also where I take questions :).

Any other things to note? I’d really appreciate some other moderators and editors :). There’d only be like two or three of each and we’d have to know each other decently well before officially starting, but some help would be appreciated! Also, I’d like to keep a working ‘spreadsheet’ of who’s working on what just for people to see what’s going on :). Maybe some people can collaborate or it’ll encourage those niche writers to write :). A third thing is that most questionable stuff is accepted. I’d personally rather not handle all those things other than posting it so it might be a while until I can officially accept (consensual and/or graphic) ✨spicy stuff✨ but, other than that, I’ll take any of it (also, it’s Greek Mythology, almost all of it already happened). If someone’s willing to take over the ✨spicy stuff✨ then please DM me so we can work out the details and see if it’s a nice fit :)

Honestly, that all should be it. The main point is that I’m trying to start up a long-term project on Tumblr and Ao3 about what is essentially Greek Mythology character studies that not only allows for mass communication across a wide audience, but also (hopefully) gets some recognition for the smaller writers :). Feel free to DM me or send me asks with questions but for now, I shall sleep

Tagging: @bluebellstudio @thirteen-deaths-later @0lympian-c0uncil @happyk44 @h0bg0blin-meat @sworeontheriverstyx @deathlessathanasia @gotstabbedbyapen. Sorry if I tagged you and you want nothing to do with it, I just wanted to get it out there /pos /gen

#ya know this is the one time I regret deleting all my old accounts :/#I had such a large (ish) following on my old tumblr (neptunes-sea-of-writing btw if you recognize it)#that it’s kind of intimidating to restart again :(#need to do it tho. i just gotta #but I haven’t really written-#anyway that’s not this post’s problem #tagging everyone to try to get it out there #even if you aren’t interested #it’d be appreciated if you share anyway to get to a larger audience :)#i just. wanna build that community and know more things #as much as I’d love to tackle this project all on my own #I know I can’t and it wouldn’t be beneficial for me #but since a large portion of it is gaining knowledge #why not ask it from others?#tagging everyone to get it out there #also the general tag is going to be:#Neptune’s Big Ass Greek Mythology Project #bc why not :)#but seriously #consider it if it’s your thing #and if it’s not that’s fine #I remember being a small writer so intimidated to find people #and I’m feeling that feeling once again having started my entire platform over again :)#we’ve all got this. we’ll make it work /pos #greek mythology #also #you can write for absolutely any fandom #idc #as long as it’s one consistent pov of your focus character :)#also I’m like incredibly sleep deprived and tired rn ive been up since four am and its nine pm rn

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shower-phantom-ideas · 7 months

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Child Danny by degree of the eyeguys to have him at peak power for the future but he somehow gets forced to live with Wes Weston.

Wes forced to adopt Danny is the funniest shit. Spent his life trying to out the guy now hes legally responsible for the guy. Whos very smug for someone who can’t even use the coffee pot.

Danny isnt too happy to be forced back to a 6 year old. His new slightly more emotional body is maybe acting out a little ok sue him.

Wes is now so torn between finally being able to prove himself right and keeping his now ?child? Safe.

Danny btw still denies being anything but a normal guy.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #wes weston #idk im kinda distracted cause my mom said it was just three of us #anyway like 12 people are coming and I wanna burn this place to the ground #my auntie got a devorce??? I thought that was her brother lmao #no no liz it aint gonna be no big event ok just a small dinner #anyway we have a turkey and a ham #liz u gotta make this and liz can u set up the tree #hey liz put up the lights #ok the yelling had hardly started #I could just leave but I brought the ham and ill be damned if I don’t eat some #though I don’t wanna be here #someone quickly set my hair on fire

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baronessblixen · 8 months

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Can't help myself also #18 😍😍😍

This prompt is almost a year old now. The prompt is from a list with different kinds of kisses. 18 is "secret kiss".

This is cotton candy-flavored fluff set after "Millennium": Mulder and Scully go to Mrs. Scully's house and find themselves all alone for a moment... (wc: 1,089)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 1: Secret Spots

Her mother doesn’t bat an eye when she arrives with Mulder in tow. She starts fussing as soon as she sees his arm in a sling and tired puppy eyes. Mulder throws Scully her a guilty look, but she sneaks in a hand squeeze to let him know it’s okay. How often does he get someone to fuss over him? Except for her and she’s his doctor. That doesn’t count.

As her mother leads him inside, asking him how he’s feeling, if he’s hungry, or thirsty, and whether she should make him some tea, Scully ruminates about his own mother. From the one phone call they shared over Christmas, she gathered that he was staying home, spending the holiday by himself. Several times she swallowed the need to invite him. Get on a plane, and get to San Diego. But she didn’t ask. The question hung between them and she knows - just like she knew then - that even if she had asked, he would have politely said no.

Today, he didn’t. She doesn’t know if it’s the painkillers. Though if she’s honest, it can’t be. They only gave him ibuprofen this time. Same as her. It didn’t seem necessary to get two prescriptions so they’re sharing a bottle. She doesn’t let herself wonder why it feels so eerily intimate. It could be that he’s in more pain than he lets on. Another theory that doesn’t pan out. He’s been smiling too much for that. He’s been too chatty, too. She knows her Mulder in every which way. Almost every which way, she reminds herself as she follows him and her mother into the kitchen, blushing like a schoolgirl. There’s one way she doesn’t know him yet. And that brings her to the only possible conclusion why today of all days he didn’t decline when she asked him to come with her to her mother’s New Year’s Day shindig.

Their kiss.

“Dana, do you want a tea too?” Both her mother and Mulder are giving her matching expectant looks.

“Tea? Um, sure.”

“You sound tired, dear,” he mother says, starting the kettle. “Why don’t you both go sit down in the living room? Say hello to the neighbors.”

Mulder’s reassuring smile fades away as soon as they enter the living room. “I thought your mom said this was a small affair.” Scully nods, scanning the room. Her mother clearly has a different definition of small than she does. There are people everywhere. On the couch, on the chairs, and standing in the corners. The indistinct chatter is a constant noise that’s giving her a headache.

“If this is a small party,” Mulder says, sounding in awe. “Then I really must see what’s a big party in the Scully house.”

“We had one at Christmas,” she says, trying to find familiar faces. They all blur together. Scully finds herself swaying, her head spinning.

“Hey there.” Mulder’s voice is a mere whisper in her ear, giving her goosebumps. His hand cups her elbow, holding her upright. “I think you should sit down.”

“Where?” she whispers back.

“This is your mother’s house,” he says. “I’m sure you know a few secret spots.” He waggles his eyebrows at her and she gets dizzy for entirely different reasons. Worried that a few of the guests might have slipped outside to smoke, she takes Mulder upstairs. The noise quiets down with every step they take.

“Am I going to see your room?” There’s excitement in his voice.

“Hmm,” she replies. She didn’t think this through. And any second now, her mother is going to look for them and not find them in the living room. She spins around, having changed her mind, and crashes into Mulder’s solid form.

“I see why you brought me upstairs.” The chuckle vibrates through him and she feels it against her cheek. “You just wanted me all to yourself.”

“Did I hurt your arm?” She ignores his innuendo, carefully touching his bandaged arm. She keeps her head low, not wanting him to see that she’s blushing furiously. Who knew that a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve could still reduce her to an emotional mess in her 30s?

“No pain at all.” Mulder’s voice is a low rumble that makes her stomach somersault. “But hey, Scully?” He tips her chin up. “Are you okay? You look flushed. You’ve been all over me because of my arm, but the zombies got you too.”

“I’m fine.” He shakes his head slowly, looking at her intently. She gets it; any word but that.

“No pain at all,” she parrots. “Mulder, why did you say yes when I asked you to come with me to my mother’s?”

“You don’t want me here?” She touches his cheek, hoping to wipe away the hurt she sees flicker over his face.

“I do want you here,” she says with emphasis. “But usually you say no. I know Mom has invited you over before, and you’ve always declined.”

“Maybe I wanted to try something new this year.”

“My mom loves you,” Scully says, not taking her eyes off his face. He nods.

“I know.” His gaze is just as intense. He knows what she’s trying to tell him, but can’t. They’ve waited seven years to kiss. They don’t need to check all the boxes in one day. They have a whole year to, as Mulder says, try something new.

“We should go back downstairs.”

“I haven’t seen your room yet.”

“Later,” she promises and his eyebrows shoot up. “I didn’t mean-” but maybe she did. Maybe that’s exactly what she meant. “Later,” she repeats and he nods, his face eager. “Now come on.” She takes his hand but before they descend the stairs, she presses him against the wall – into that one spot Missy showed her one time. The one where her parents couldn’t see what was going on. And that’s where she kisses Mulder. She kisses him long and hard, deep and promising. He gasps into her mouth and uses his good arm to hold her as close as he can.

“There you two – oh!” They jump apart guiltily. Mulder smooths his hair, even though the lipstick on his mouth is the far greater tell. Scully colors crimson, staring at her mother wide-eyed and speechless. “The tea is ready.” She’s smiling at them both as if she didn’t just catch them making out like teenagers.

“Thank you, Mrs. Scully.” Mulder finds his voice first.

“I think it's time you call me Maggie, Fox." And she winks at them.

#fictober23 #so here it is #using millennium to ease into this #i have probably written a very similar story before #but i gotta like start small #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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soothedcerberus · 8 months

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Yugi oh vrains huhH??

#just literally came out of nowhere #just started school but yet I’ve procrastinated so hard that I fixated on a random Yu-Gi-Oh! series I’ve never heard of #I promise you this will go nowhere I just like the small guy KWKMWNNS #do not follow me for Yu-Gi-Oh #sometimes you just Gotta like a small guy and then draw him a bunch and then never look at him again #ygo vrains #uhh ill make an official post when i have the art all done

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