i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

pre-established relationship prompts, accepting!  ༄

                she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  landing  on  his  shoulder,  and  she  rests  there,  reaching  up  to  twist  his  golden  strands  of  hair  between  her  fingers.  god,  she’s  so  far  gone.  she  can’t  remember  anything,  besides  going  out,  alone,  and  ending  up  here,  with  gil.  the  word  safe  floats  around,  vague  and  unclinging.  cj  doesn’t  think  about  it  enough  to  let  it  stick,  but  the  idea  is  there.  she  turns  farther  into  him,  like  she’s  hiding.  he’s  so  warm  with  it.  with  everything.  looking  at  him  smile  used  to  make  her  fucking  sick  knowing  that  he  was  stuck  here  with  the  rest  of  them.  of  course,  not  as  sick  as  she  got  when  she’d  poke  his  teddy-bear-ass-self,  and  then  have  to  look  at  his  face.

                what  he  says  should  make  her  just  that:  sick,  sick,  sick.  but  it  doesn’t,  she’s  just  quiet,  sitting  with  it.  a  great  part  of  her  fights  it,  and  she  can  feel  the  urge  to  bolt  prick  up  like  electricity.  but  she’s  not  here  at  all.    “  i  love  you,  gilly. ”    it  just  leaves  her,  like  a  breath  of  air.    “  but  you  can’t  love  me. ”    she’s  just  talking,  not  thinking,  not  sulking,  not  brooding.  it’s  just  what’s  true.    “  no  one  can.  ”    tomorrow’s  going  to  be  fucking  rough,  she  thinks,  half-absent.

"his soul might be a sun. i've never met anyone who had the sun for a soul." — jandy nelson, i'll give you the sun ; for @softbrawn ♡ ( give rora edit permission with the 🖼️ emoji )

send ✶ and i’ll write a headcanon about our muses, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

they're such arts n crafts buddies... allie doesn't paint as much as he does but she does love her crafts and glitter and diy and i also think they make lots of decorations together for his little cabin in auradon :(( she brings lots of flowers

@softbrawn​​​​​​​,    ✶

@softbrawn​ sent: ( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?

texting prompts. / accepting.

( sms: gil 💫 ): That sounds more interesting than any of this political bullshit they want me doing.

( sms: gil 💫 ): Get me one of those candy rings and I’m in.

‘   it’s only denial if you’re wrong.   ‘

"I'm pretty sure that's not how that works, dude." Gil might have been onto something, though. Even if he was a bit skeptical about the logic that the other was using. "That just sounds like you're in more denial than you already were."

Discworld Starters || @softbrawn

“Don’t put your faith in gods. But you can believe in turtles.”

  The pair sat with their feet swinging freely over the rushing waters of Fisherman's Wharf, a score of small steamed dumplings divided evenly between them. The water was clearer, now, without the barrier, but still boasted a grey-green tint and played home host to that band of sharks that were all too happy to gnaw on whomever entered their territory. Henry had been amusing himself -beyond the stream of consciousness regularly coming from Gil- by releasing little pinches of dough and filling into the water, watching the long, shadowy forms nose each other out of the way to snap them up. From this far above the water they reminded him of goldfish.

  “Surely you can believe in gods without placing faith in them.” Henry thought aloud. But on the far more interesting note- “Would you pray to a turtle, then?” It was the kind of question that so easily could have been sarcastic, or mocking. Truly enough there was still a note of awareness to it- allowance of the fact that Henry thought it would be silly to pray to a turtle, and that it probably hadn't been what Gil was trying to imply, but it had made him wonder. “Or would be more... a specific turtle? -Or maybe just the idea of them?”

𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷,  𝙴𝙿𝚂  𝟷-𝟼𝟶 ↳↳  —  𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳,  𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍  @softbrawn

“you  are  not  even  lowkey  a  genius,  you’re  highkey  a  genius.”

          cosmo  offered  gil  a  rare  laugh,  the  others  enthusiasm  spurring  the  otherwise  humorless  seer  on.  ❝  well,  shit,  wait  until  you  see  what  else  i  can  do,  ❞  cosmo  said  with  a  crooked  smile.

...   @softbrawn​    ,    lowkey    sc.

“    why  would  you  cover  up  such  a  perfect  puddle  of  mud ?    ”

lil testing starter call, accepting. ⟢ ( @softbrawn )

                he  feels  like  sunlight,  warming  the  water  from  far  away.  except  now,  it’s  not  so  untouchable,  so  forbidden.  not  that  it  mattered,  not  that  it  ever  did.  she  knows  her  father,  knows  his  heart,  but  she  still  doesn’t  understand  why  he  ever  wanted  to  keep  this  beautiful,  wonderful  world  from  her.  with  these  lovely  people,  with  gil,  who  tells  her  stories  and  lets  her  play  with  his  hair  and  put  land  flowers  in  it.    “  and  what  then?  ”    she  questions,  eagerly,  awaiting  the  rest  of  the  story  from  where  gil  paused,  so  much  so  that  she  lets  her  hands  slip  from  his  hair,  peeking  over  his  shoulder  so  she  could  look  at  him.    “  where  did  you  go?  ”

we always work best as a team .

↪ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀 ? (accepting !)

"   ooh   ,   don't   i   know   it   ,   mate   "   raucous   laughter   fills   the   room   as   a   hook   reaches   out   to   pat   the   other's   shoulder   .   sure   ,   loyalty   lay   heavily   with   uma   —   being   first   mate   was   the   only   thing   that   truly   mattered   .   however   ,   running   with   the   same   crowd   for   so   long   can   bring   upon   a   sense   of   kinship   .   of   course   ,   harry   would   never   openly   admit   to   it   ,   but   gil   was   someone   xe   held   in   high   regard   for   both   his   loyalty   and   willingness   to   see   past   the   bullshit   of   the enigma known as harry hook   . "   feeling   a   bit   sentimental   today   ,   are   we   ?   "   there's   a   light   teasing   in   their   words   ,   but   in   truth   ,   harry   had   not   been   accustomed   to   facing   emotions   head   on   .   growing   up   in   the   isle   ,   kindness   was   taken   as   weakness   .   even   with   those   it   deems   closest   to   it   ,   '   opening   up   '   had   never   been   a   forte   of   his.   "   hmm   .   .   .   you're   not   going   soft   on   me,   are   you,   gilly   ?   because   i   don't   want   to   have   to   break   that   news   to   uma   —   that   we're   .   .   .   sharing   feelings   now   .   "

@softbrawn

do you want me to describe it to you?

skins meme, accepting!  ༄

                “  sure,  fish  bait.  ”    in  some  ways,  art  surrounds  her.  when  she  was  little,  she  would  watch  harry  draw  and  sketch  on  skin  and  paper  until  he  had  enough  of  it,  and  then,  even  then,  she  begged  him  for  more.  now,  it  feels  similar,  except  with  gil  instead.  cj’s  pressed  up  against  him  on  a  tiny  bench,  watching  him  paint.  the  art  around  the  isle  looks  much  different  than  this,  it’s  every  bit  as  sunny  as  gil  is.  cj  points  at  an  abstract  looking  circle  in  the  center  of  the  page,  tactile  fingers  almost reaching  to  feel  the  textured  paint,    “  what’s  that?  ”

@softbrawn.

        " you look ... you look like the sun ... or- or a sunflower. " tall and taller and golden and stretching up, up, up. she stretches her own hands up, fingertips brushing the skin of his arms from where he wiggles his own hands. she thinks they could grow fields of flowers, meadows, with how sunny they are, how sunny they feel. glowing and glowing and warm and happy. " i hope it's day forever, i don't like the night, sometimes. "

the wardrobe meme, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

@softbrawn​​​​,   what allie would wear ... 💃 to go clubbing!

@softbrawn said: ❝ i thought i was in the wrong place. ❞

[ x ]

He looked at him and tilted his head, "I think you would have been if anyone but me had come across you. Where you headed anyways?" he asked, cursing himself for the damn head tilt. He looked down and frowned, and then looked back at Gil, "Or do you need something?" he was just trying to gain some context before he really did any serious action besides getting them to a less visible place which he was doing subtly by walking with them, guiding in a subtle way.

“hey. what do you think of that star over there? the one by the moon.”

"What do I think of it?" Ryder echoed softly before his gaze flickered up toward the sky.

Well. There were a lot of stars by the moon and Gil hadn't been all that specific when asking the question. But, to be fair, the other blonde thought that he could gauge which star the other was talking about. Mostly because seemed ten times brighter, and slightly bigger, than the stars surrounding it. He paused for a second, tilting his head in consideration before his attention flickered back toward Gil.

"I dunno. It looks pretty cool, I guess. It could be the one that takes you to Neverland." Weren't pirates supposed to be good with knowing stars? To know where they're going and everything. "Why?"

@softbrawn sent: " ⚠️ ( bite  my  muse ( neck ) " ( ' aggression // sexual tension ' )

harry knows how lucky he is to have gil, from his personality and smarts, those he knows he has, even if not in the traditional sense, to his looks. but what's best is that he gets harry, knows what he likes and what he needs, what makes him happy (which is, of course, gil). being with gil just makes him feel good, mentally, emotionally, and, as the other man's teeth bite as his neck, very very good physically. harry moans softly, tilting his head to the side as a hand reaches back and tangles in gil's hair. "gil, love..."