#just musing

[comatosebunny09]

kindle | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au

warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness

Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother. 

You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened. 

Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw. 

Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart. 

You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish. 

He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror. 

But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right? 

Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.

Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—

And…

Well, this is totally normal. Right?

part 2 >>

#leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil 4 x reader #re4 x reader #leon drabble #leon kennedy drabble #just musing #leon fluff #leon kennedy fluff #tw: language #cw: reader insert #kindle series

[brainless-moe-white-lotus]

The way I understand tiktok is that like, for most of our lives if you were extremely online it was because u were kinda socially isolated irl for some reason, like u were some kinda outsider to the dominant culture for any variety of reasons, and most memes we've grown up with since like the forums to MySpace to tumblr/Reddit to twitter days have been to some degree insular from like, dominant culture, as most socially accepted ppl kinda hung out irl and mostly used social media adjunctively (insta, FB, Snapchat, etc).

Then due to a global pandemic every single person in the world got super online at once, now at the tail end of web2 where they aren't savvy enough to resist being completely taken in by algorithms, so the tiktok algorithm sunk it's talons into every single person and they began to circulate on a much larger scale their own memes and cultural ideas that were shaped by like, the broader dominant culture by people who have largely never had to question their place in society.

Thus tiktok rapidly disseminates bioessentialism, ableism, a paranoid fear of the "criminal", unquestioning and stalwart fixations on the biomedical model of therapy, all repacked for the online sphere of clout chasing via algorithm.

Participation is so ubiquitous that for a person who was online due to social isolation ten years ago, you now get to face an entirely new form of social isolation from your coworkers, family, and classmates as they gawk at the novelty of the fact that you Do Not use tiktok.

The way I understand tiktok is that somewhere between 2019 and now I became a Luddite without really fundamentally changing anything about myself and now have to see web2 metastasising into its final form where hyperavailability of information de-evolves into worsening illiteracy among most ppl I encounter outside my immediate circle of other weirdos.

#just musing

[gammija]

there was something so intimate about how tma (esp s1+2) were just one guy, speaking directly to you, telling you a story and sharing his thoughts and opinions on it. tmagp's format has its own appeal but i do find myself missing that very personal aspect

#tma #tmagp #just musing #joos yaps

[imekitty]

I used to wonder why Casper High's school colors are red and white because those don't really seem to match the Raven vibe. It seems like purple or blue would be a better choice over red.

But then I remembered that Dash's letterman jacket is red and white and I'm wondering if Butch designed Dash first with the most typical letterman jacket colors ever and then he was like "oh well now the school colors have to be red and white ig lol."

And he couldn't just change Dash's jacket to be purple and black because those are Sam's colors and she would never wear the same colors the jocks and cheerleaders wear.

#danny phantom #dash baxter #casper high #just musing #black and purple letterman jackets look cool tho #but it does give a goth vibe that wouldn't suit Dash #purple and white maybe? #purple and yellow? #blue and purple?

[morgana-ren]

Astarion in a relationship with Tav slowly but surely gets more used to physical touch as a form of reassurance and comfort. In Baldur’s Gate Astarion gets more anxious, Tav sensing his anxiety holds his hand. It anchor’s him to reality. He gently strokes Tav’s hand with his thumb, it’s small but he’s extremely grateful.

Everyone in the party is chiding Astarion for his sudden change in attitude around Tav though. Especially Lae-zel.

It would take a very long time, and when it happened, it would become a sort of strange codependence. Vampires stand ever at the precipice of an endless, abyssal eternity, and I feel that makes them very susceptible to the traditional and almost primal idea of a 'mate.' You have to have some sort of anchor to reality when you're robbing the mind of its one certainly: mortality. Cazador clearly chose his cruelty and dominion, and I think that and his experience is influencing Astarion to do the same, but he isn't Cazador, and he shows that-- whether he means to or not.

During the early part of their adventures, Astarion is very heavily masked, or 'chameleoned' around everyone. He has this posh, pompous air of arrogance and flamboyance, and uses his wit and snide sarcasm as a defense mechanism to keep everyone at arm's length. You can see it start to crack when he gets emotional or is surprised, or even just doesn't have things go his way. He is rash, angry, and explosive - feral almost. A fanged creature baring claw and teeth because that is all he knows, and when threatened, he reverts to his true nature, despite that it was forced on him.

For example, when he is trying to inspect his scars and you offer to help and he is surprised, he snaps on you. He is quick to apologize and rescind what he said, but that's him putting that mask back on. It's clear he is very angry and losing control now that he can finally view his situation through an unobscured lens and it's still frustrating.

He quickly realizes that he's shown a crack in his armor and straightens his spine and sucks it up for the sake of the facade. It happens a few times, but it's so, so hard to wear that heavy mask for weeks into months as he travels, and harder still to hide from someone who cares about him when he's spent so long in the dark alone.

Astarion shows fairly early on that he isn't averse to touch— just touch he doesn't approve of. Assuming you do the right things, he'll lie with you fairly early, but he makes it relatively clear that this isn't love. He'll even tell you outright that he'd say it but it's a lie. He is purposefully distancing himself because he doesn't want any distractions, any weakness, any vulnerability.

But this is all new-- so dreadfully, and terribly new. He doesn't even remember his life before Cazador, so in a sense, all he has ever known has been cruelty. Thorns and brambles hardly make for comfort, especially when they're self-imposed. Eventually, he might come to the realization that he doesn't have to go at this alone, and why should he? Eternity is such a long time to spend on one's own.

He gets nervous. He gets anxious. He pushes on but there are situations that blatantly frighten him. He stiffens his upper lip and handles it like he thinks he should-- on his own, with his fear shoved aside in his mind and his goal in front-- but would relenting be such a bad thing?

Taking comfort where he can find it: In the kindred spirit he found on the roadside. Someone who happens to be one of the only ones that knows what he's going through at the moment-- and one of the only people in the world that seems to understand him on some level. Having someone at your side doesn't have to be a vulnerability-- it can be a strength. Two blades are better than one, and life is so much easier when you have someone there to watch your back.

It's a small touch-- gentle and hardly noticeable at all-- just a subtle hand-hold, or a little grasp on the arm; standing closely enough together that you can feel each other's warmth or perhaps a tiny, inconspicuous nuzzle. It means the world to him, when he allows it. It shows him he's not alone-- and he doesn't have to be. When they can't indulge fully in each other far from the fireside of camp, he can take comfort in Tav's warm and gentle touch no matter how far from the light he must stray.

As far as he is concerned, everyone else in their merry band of men can fuck off. He couldn't care less about their opinions. Perhaps they're bitter, or maybe they're jealous and covet what he's found in Tav. Either way, they can drown in their own tears over it.

#morgana and friends #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #Just musing

[puffywiz]

I love Harrow sm... I love her 8 syllable long name. I love her cursed haircut. I love that she considers sugar water a sweet treat reserved for when she's sick. I love that she bathes in only a few inches of lukewarm water at a time. I love her shitty handwriting and her nasty little notes. Nonagesimitus is real and there is no cure.

#harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the ninth #tlt #the locked tomb #just musing #ht9 is my favorite of the 3 books if you couldnt tell

[fjorests-of-wildemount]

Oh, nothing, just thinking about Morrigan the Fate Stitcher and "you smell of the touch of divinity" and her friction and overlap with the Matron of Ravens and how Orym has drawn the Matron's eye since Yios, at the very least.

I wonder how the Duskmaven feels when someone meddles in her interests, is all.

#critical role #bells hells #orym of the air ashari #just musing

[thethiefandtheairbender]

the thing about a character is that what they use to justify their actions is about as important as what motivates them to make certain choices, tbh

#dragons rambles #just musing #characterization #will expand on this if asked to

[meadowmusing]

Imagine finding out you're a demigod (potentially in an explosive way), being explained all this by a real life satyr, being escorted on a likely perilous journey to this mysterious magical camp full of distant cousins divine just like you, only for your mythical absent parent to never claim you, and you end up in Hermes Cabin without even a bunk.

You're stuck there for years, offering up the best parts of your dinner hoping your parent finally acknowledges you, a sleeping bag the only comfort from the hard cabin floor.

And out of nowhere, this kid who just showed up barely a few days ago, gets claimed by one of the big three. He shouldn't even exist because of the oath but here he is, and yet your godly parent cant even deign to metaphorically sign your birth papers.

I'm just saying, I get why kronos got an army of halfbloods

#id be so mad #finding out youre a real life demigod and all you get is this tacky orange camp tshirt maybe a bunk if ur lucky and more abandonment trauma #im realizing i am not immune to propaganda and probably would have joined kronos if i was forced to sleep on the floor all summer lol #i know this pointed out in the last olympian but still. that shit is so wack. theyre lucky kids didnt rise up earlier #percy jackson and the camp full of kids with abandonment issues and dyslexia #pjo #just musing #pjo tv series #percy jackson #pjo series #percy jackson series

[comatosebunny09]

Figure drawing is surprisingly lively today.

A question hangs in the air. Something about relationships sitting on your classmates’ tongues. You’re in and out of the conversation. Tucked between your peers’ laughter and the gentle croon of new age music spilling from the speaker.

Your fingers are smudged from the soft pastels you chose as your medium today. Stained red like the irises boring holes into your head, stripping you down to the marrow.

You’re warm when you feel them on you again. Warm like the ivory glow of sunbeams pouring into the classroom. You can’t focus. Can’t get your vision transferred onto paper. Too hard to concentrate. Your skin prickles with heat. You can’t help glancing up at him to lay your curiosities to rest.

He doesn’t look away. Shameless as he watches you, seated pretty on a stool in the center of the classroom. Porcelain-skinned and lithe. Knees tucked beneath his chin, arms slack, encircling his legs to keep them together and up on the stool—a little modesty for today’s pose.

His expression is unreadable. Maybe a bit contemplative. And you don’t miss the slight cant of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes when he catches you staring just as long. He waggles his silver, groomed brows. Like what you see, they query. The heat blooms tenfold through your chest as your eyes return to your sketchbook. Like a grade-schooler caught eying their crush.

Your throat thickens. You wipe your hands on your jeans, hoping to dispel your nerves. Hoping to distract yourself from the ethereal beauty watching you like a best-kept secret. Like you are the sun he’s never basked in, and he wishes to savor every moment beneath it.

Truthfully, Astarion makes you nervous. Makes your heart pump over time, and your tongue feel all doughy in your mouth. Causes the hairs littered across your body to stand ramrod stiff, and you breathe a little shallower when he guides you into idle conversation. He’ll throw in a quip or two to break up the monotony of the classroom, but his focus always drifts back to you.

You’re not sure why he’s always had this penchant for you. Why he sets your nerves afire like solar flares exploding beneath your skin. You can never deny you enjoy the attention. While everyone else vies for his recognition, you capture his intrigue so effortlessly, garnering the envy of your peers.

Maybe somewhere in a past life, you meant something to him. Maybe he exalted you. Offered you the sweetest supplications. Held you dear in the circle of his arms with his lips pressed cold yet reassuring against your forehead.

You shake your head, banishing the cacophony your thoughts. Silly you. Past lives and all that. When the hell did you become such a romantic?

You take up your pastel stick anew. Figure you’ll get the line work down before class ends. However, it’s proving rather tricky with the subject of your piece staring you down like that.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #past lovers #soulmate au #astarion drabble #just musing #seriously i’m sorry my writing is all over the place sometimes

[manturneddemon]

"What? Me? Putting a little potion in your drink? pfftttt don't be so silly! I didn't do aaaannnnyyytthiiinnggg~."

#femboy!roy #open #just musing

[mistymonster]

The only way I can think of that would make the whole situation between Link and his grandma work in wind waker without making her part of the problem is if he honestly just disappeared after healing her with the fairy and didn’t show up again until after the final battle (sneaking past at night to get to the savage labyrinth). Did she know the full extent of what was happening? I don't think so.

After witnessing what happened to greatfish isle, it’s believable to me that Link would try to avoid outset in order to not draw attention to it. Maybe he got letters from grandma and just never responded.

When it comes down to it, I want Link’s grandma to be a good parent. I want her to not know. So after wind waker Link can have an adult there who’s truly been trying to look out for him.

#windy #wind waker #just musing #link and his grandma break my heart man #to have him leave once and come back so horribly hurt #and then have to let him go again because hes So changed and so hurt that he cant stay there anymore #the ending of wind waker makes me so sad #always

[situpontheground]

the dangerous thing is that it's so tempting to think you can hate yourself into being a better person. it feels good because it means you can wallow. but self-hate is a form of stagation. the only way to become better is through love

#love in the broadest od terms obvi #not like #romantic love #mine #ok to rb #just musing

[transfaguette]

kinda crazy how cishet people's idea of gender is so intertwined with heteronormativity. If you're a trans man who likes men their brains short circuit. They cannot fathom why you would want to transition away from heterosexuality.

#coyote.txt #just musing

[chubote]

Y’know, being a trans man and a gainer has led to an incredible experience of shaping my body over the last decade to fit my brain and my heart and my desires.

It feels pretty damn good.

#just musing #chubote yaps

[origami-trust]

Dracula, May 19th: (and dracula spoilers) "'The first should be June 12, the second June 19, and the third June 29.' I know now the span of my life. God help me!"

For me, this entry is especially tense because Jonathan is being forced to write letters that are lies...in an epistolary novel. This will be played straight, the following journal entries and messages are sincere. However, without knowledge of that, this introduces the idea that some of the letters to come may also have been coerced. It's an interesting way to increase the sense of horror and suspension in the novel. Somebody writes that all is well -is it? Perhaps they had someone over their shoulder making sure that that was what was written. The reader might doubt what is real, and what is not - just like Jonathan has been made to do.

#dracula #dracula daily #just musing #introduce the idea of 'fake letters' in the book of letters is Big Scary #to me anyway