[ LEAP ] All around the hills outside of town, the people of Fódlan light bonfires to scare away evil spirits. Leaping over them is said to bring good luck, and many challenge each other to see who can jump the highest. Young couples link hands and try to jump together, hoping for prosperity in the year to come.
"Nobody's got legs as powerful as mine! Heh, just try to jump higher than I did--I bet you can't even come close!"
If you asked Serra of her strengths, never would she answer in regards to the power of her jump. That wasn’t really a skill necessary in... well, in anything. Who was good at jumping? Certainly not ladies. Ladies were meant to stand still, look beautiful, acquire attention and adoration of the masses around them.
But a challenge offered was always something that made her straighten her back and narrow her eyes in serious consideration. She didn’t want to be shown up, despite how little the skill really meant, in the long run.
“What? How ridiculous. Jumping is easy! I mean, I don’t need to, often, as a lady myself, but it can’t be all that difficult! Watch and learn!”
The jump she finally musters up, after an array of concentrated stares on the fire, is a bit low. In fact, the edge of her dress catches on the fire, and starts to burn. But she doesn’t notice that fact at all, in fact. Instead, triumphantly, she turns towards her challenger.
Maybe this time yeah I might get it right if you let me, so let me. Maybe this time yeah I might get it right if you let me, so let me. Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I closer to the sun, sun? Am I getting warmer? Tell me baby are you the one, one? Am I getting warmer?
My roommate and I are financially unstable while he does through a long, complicated diagnosis process that started as we stopped being homeless. I just got a job, and it's going to pay well and allow us to get caught up and stable, but I don't get my check for a week and a half. We have rent due on the 1st, our storage bill due at the end of the month, and we are out of food.
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My piece for @hotguycalendar The Views of Hermitcraft! I drew The Astral Library, Season Nine's Nether Hub for the month of August. I've always wanted to draw it, so this was the perfect opportunity! This was a lovely experience.
The calendar is already out, so go check it out here.
I got an idea, you can like me, just like I like you. I got an idea, I can tell you everything, like we're supposed to do. Yeah, let it be mutual, let it be crucial, woah, oh, oh. I got an idea, you can save me, and I can save you. Is this real? I don't know. Oh, so let's play hot and cold. Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I getting warmer? Am I closer to the sun, sun? Am I getting warmer? Tell me baby are you the one, one.
little bit personal but i’ve gone through lots of weight fluctuations in my life and no matter what size i am, summer is always hard for me.
which is why i cannot stop thinking about being ghost’s partner through summer.
we already know that he’s a man of few words, prefers to observe more than anything. so he really doesn’t miss the meticulous way that you plan out your outfits.
shorts have to be a certain length, shirts have to be at least long enough to hit your hips and sleeves long that are up to mid bicep. hell, he’s even seem you choose to wear pants all summer instead of even attempting shorts. too anxious over how you’ll be perceived to let yourself enjoy a nice warm breeze on your legs.
he asks you once if you’re warm, approaching the conversation the best way he knows how, only to have you laugh and tell him that the pants just hold you better. don’t need to give people a reason to comment on your appearance. he nods and you seem happy that he’s happy with your response.
but he’s not. listen, simon’s not really one to jump to defend someone’s ego from being bruised. god knows the team rags on johnny too often for him to pretend otherwise. but this? nah, this is different.
he’s all too familiar with the way bodies react and absorb the shock and trauma of war. has seen soldiers of all shapes, sizes, identities tank hits like no one’s business. there’s absolutely nothing he despises more than for the untrained, ill informed cretins offering opinions on someone else’s body. specially if it’s ever directed at you.
he’ll never say this though. at least not outloud. though, his actions do speak for themselves.
small pats on your hips as he passes by you. wrapping his arm around your lower belly instead of your waist, you try to swat at him but he just pulls you back into him. insisting that he lays on you when you’re stretched on the couch, dropping kisses on your clothed belly while his hands draw patterns on your plush thighs. if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll sink his teeth into them just to get a little squeal out of you.
even in public he doesn’t ease up. pulls you into his lap in front of your friends, knows you love it despite your protests. lounging out on a patch of grass along the walking trail, he pulls you closer to him and has one of your legs draped over his. massaging the fat there as you chatter about nonsense.
idk simon riley just really loves you and loves the body that keeps you alive and feeds your personality.