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sloth-artstudio · 6 months
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Little Box.
(Trigger Warning: Implied deceased child.)
*The Sun Residence, Flower Fruit Mountain.*
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"And what do ya think yer doin', young lady?"
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"C'mere you."
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"Heh, nice try kiddo, but those toy were put away for a reason."
"HM!"
"Ah don't you gimme that, we gotta keep you on schedule."
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"Speaking of, you need to bed before bábá comes home and sees that you're-..."
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"..... Huan...."
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shikisei · 4 months
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trying to find a brush i like
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blaithnne · 1 month
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The first Heron design I showed off was from before Confidential Casefiles, so I thought I’d show you guys her look after she gets her new arm. Plus a few changes I made to her character for this AU! Just realised the way I placed my signature makes it look like I’M her worst enemy, whoops.
Meet the Cast!
╰┈➤ Canon ☄. *. ⋆
→ Scrooge McDuff → Matilda McDuff → Hortense McDuff → Goldie O'Gilt → Jack Duckworth → Bentina Beakley → LÙ Huifen (pre-caseflies)
╰┈➤ OCs ☄. *. ⋆
→ Lucrais NicRiada
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jessenitrogen · 7 months
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i geuss im on the 13 primes/broken mythos kick hopefully ican design more primes while on it
have doodles of alchemist ft maximo
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nakaharaswife · 9 months
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ohsunnyboy · 11 months
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to chase a dream | zhang hao ˚₊‧⁺˖
all your life, you and zhang hao have been chasing each other. you wonder here, if this is where your symphony ends.
TAGS: musician!au, gn!reader, rivals to lovers, angst with happy ending, suggestive!makeout
A/N: something about zhang hao called for dramatics so here i am (≧∇≦)ノ ! self-indulgent as usual :)
WORDS: ~1450, EXTRA: music info and terms here !!
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"That was wonderful playing earlier."
History doesn't even begin to describe what you have between you two.
Your friends could joke that there would be enough to write an opera. Star crossed and all. All about the virtuosos of violin and piano. Of Zhang Hao and you.
You want to hark it back to those fitful days in grade school. Full days of comparing sheet music, trying to one-up each other about the difficulty. Hao, and his too big violin case and you, trouncing him every talent show because his hands hadn't quite yet grown out of their stubbiness. The satisfaction in remembering those big whiny tears brings warmth to your soul.
Then, there came high school.
Oh, you loathe it; he doesn't. Not when his hands became a study in lines and grace. Envy would eat you alive if you had any less pride. But you weren't so above yourself to not look at him. Hard to not notice when he grows a head taller and of course, starts topping the local competitions only to shove it under your face.
Your parents loved it. Gave a reason to push you further and deeper into competitions and over the top galas. To push your fire against someone who was all finely diced ice. There was nothing you liked less when you wanted to live for the glory of the crowd, not medals and flowers.
Eyes followed you everywhere when he was in the picture. And yours always found his.
"Here to mock me?" you ask.
The laugh you draw is enchanting. "Never." And it's so sincere you might just believe it. "Just here to say my farewells."
The Winter Gala spins behind both of you: through a door, down some ornate stairs and into a pit of some thoroughly drunk musicians. From the balcony, only the trickles of laughter and music eke out the door. But you would hardly focus on that, not when Hao stands very plainly in front of you.
"Already? it's only an hour into reception." You twirl the champagne in your hand with consideration before you gesture him to come to where you lean on the balcony rail. "Thought you would stay to kiss ass with some of the others."
"Not this time. No, I mean..." The howl of the wind carries his unease. Traffic horns and gala laughter do nothing to smother whatever he tries to hide in his tone. You know him too well.
There's more than history between you two.
But whatever he says next has you rethinking everything. "I'm leaving, leaving. I won't be back in the country for a while so, here I am."
There's a moment where you think he's entirely pulling your leg. Pulling you along to another little joke at your expense. But you've known him your entire life at this point, and you’ve been through too much to realize that he’s not joking.
“… Am I the first to know?”
You count the beats and steady your breath. Years of this, all for what?
“Only Minghao-Ge and Junhui-Ge, and now you. But knowing them, they’ll be drunk enough tonight to let it slip,” he explains in this awfully fond tone. “Mark Lee from the LSO watched me perform at the showcase in July and scouted for me. I think he got on Junhui-Ge’s nerves with how much he emailed him.”
Medals and flowers. Smiles and bows. The curtain draws, where are you now?
"Congrats," you say after a second – watching nothing but your past fly by you. Despite the ache, you raise your glass. "Cheers," you smile and take a sip. Raising it into the moonlight and offering the glass to Hao for his own toast but he just shakes his head.
You pout. "Don’t like it?”
Instead, he takes the glass from you and settles it onto the edge. Pink dusts his cheeks as watches you from the corner of your eye. “Want to remember this.”
Heat flares to your cheeks at the weight of Hao’s words. A night to remember is one way to put it.
"So, when are you off to London?"
"This Monday."
You blink. "... That's fast."
"Why? You think you'll miss me?" and it's said with that smile of his. Infuriating and secret, so many layers of discourse that haunt you – it’s a memory that you'll take to the grave.
"Of course, it's you," you mutter, disgustingly honest with yourself. "It'll just be... quiet, without your excuse of music causing a riot." Honestly, you can barely hear Hao's chuckle when you're too stuck in your head to mind the charm in it.
You want to edge back into your comfort zone of easy quips, nothing serious but scathing wit. But nothing you say lights the fight that used to start so easy back when you two were younger. When your worries were small like the cars below.
A full look at his face is all you want to chance a glance for. What would you see? Remorse? Eagerness? Disappointment? You could read him like a book with a single glance, what’s stopping you now?
"What about you? are you going to stay in Singapore? I thought you'd be the one to chase excitement."
"I’ll chase whatever my parents dangle in front of me.” And the laugh he breathes is empty because you both know it’s bitter but true. Hao’s stood aside long enough to understand. So, when he sidles closer next to you it warms you more than they ever did. "Yixing-Ge told me he's also planning to leave for Boston, promised me that I'll get his seat when it happens."
"If it happens,” he teases.
"It’ll happen."
You nearly jump when you feel it. Hao’s warm hand on top of yours. It’s spindly and calloused, worn out in the way a weathered musician’s should be. It’s all you need to guide you back to where you are.
"I know you'll make it. Just make sure it's something you want.” Hao’s breath is right next to your ear. Clear as day and easy as a song. It’s so simple to say: take what you want.  
Blood in your ears, chest heaving, nothing to catch you when you fall but the discordant crash of keys.
It sounds like a melody.
"It's never going to be something I want."
"Then, what do you want?"
You.
Instead, you turn to face Zhang Hao. A challenge of a smile on your lips because you know where this ends.
To face the music, the crowd, the eyes that watch.
"What's it like? to chase a dream?" you ask.
Brutal, visceral, freeing. An infinite number of interpretations for one word.
The stage becomes your world, and the spotlight burns you alive. Pressure flays your skin even as your fingers glide across smooth keys and you hush your heaving breath. Running to your last page, heart in your hands, smearing red across white. There's no audience when you dream; you are your own critic, you are your own end, but your destiny is not you.
To chase a dream is to become raw.
"Like chasing you."
You hum low and satisfied. Carding a hand through Hao’s hair, you guide him down.
Kissing Zhang Hao feels like being on stage all over again. Being set on fire, skin flaying, blood rushing. It’s everything he isn’t, but everything you are.
You swallow his groan, biting across his lips as your hands trail down him. Everywhere you've wanted to touch feels unbearable. You want to chase this feeling: Hao's hands on your hips and cradling your jaw. Trailing his red ears and holding around his throat; it's little fires everywhere.
Distance doesn’t exist as you push into each other. Hao has you against the rail, hands cradling you like you’re his own instrument. Playing you to pluck you into satisfaction.
Years of us, made for this final movement.
This ache and greed that makes musicians like you two come alive. You know Hao as your years of black and white keys that haunt your dreams and make your reality. There isn’t a crevice in his mind you haven’t touched or a melody that he’s played where he never thought of you.
You hold Hao by the chin, determination set into your eyes and a chord of steel in your tone. "There better be a future for us – I’m not having you leave me here in your past.”
"Anything," he breathes against you. More than history. More than a future. Chasing your dream. "Anything for you."
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thanks so much for reading !! this was a tough one but i'm glad i wrote it ! if you enjoyed please like or reblog :D ⭒ masterlist
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itsabouttimex2 · 3 days
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LSO AU sounds really interesting! Are we allowed to ask questions about AUs or does it count as a request?
Hi, thank you for asking! Questions are always allowed, even when requests are closed! I’ll elaborate on Let’s Start Over a little bit!
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After his own journey ends and MK has his own story penned and published, peace settles across Megapolis and the world in general.
He’s even got himself a new title- “Monkie Knight”, after years of working for the king.
MK still steps in to ward off greater threats and more serious demons, but mostly steps back and attends to the noodle shop with Pigsy, who’s just about ready to pass the keys to his son and maybe take up a more casual lifestyle of teaching instead of serving. Maybe a YouTube channel where he teaches basic skills and recipes to viewers. Tang comes in to both expand on the history of what Pigsy is cooking and to taste test the end result. As expected, he adores the food each time.
Things are okay.
There’s trauma and bitterness that MK needs to work through, but… things are alright. With time, they’ll get better.
And then you come around to the shop one day to visit, right as the Ruyi Jingu Bang comes toppling down from where it’s been set- and you catch it.
So starts your journey.
Our golden-hearted hero is a little soured now, having been thrust into dangerous fights again and again. He’s somewhat resentful to certain individuals-
Mei, for not fighting beside him more often, in spite of her combat prowess and draconic powers. He gets a little twitchy when she’s around, thinking of all the fun she had off on her motorcycle, all the live-streams she giggled and joked her way through. MK doesn’t hate her. Not in a million years. Never. But damn if there’s not some bitterness. He’ll still ask her to ‘babysit’ you when he needs to go off and fight.
Though he still cares about Sandy as a friend, MK has shifted his perspective to disliking the river demon’s pacifistic outlook, viewing it as naive and somewhat selfish. He still goes over to paint and have tea, but things are somewhat strained between the two. It’s easy for someone like Sandy, a side-liner, to say “I’m not fighting anymore!” but MK never had that chance. Given that he was in his mid-teens during the start of his journey in this AU, the hero finds it messed up that he had to fight, but an honest to goodness ex-soldier chose not to. Again, no hatred. Things are just a little tense.
Macaque is pretty far down on his shitlist, actually. MK has taken some time to think on the simian’s actions and kinda wishes he had just let Wukong pummel him to death. Most of these feelings relate to their first meeting, but him assaulting Tang and attacking Mei certainly haven’t helped. Or his unnecessary destruction of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea. Or his refusal to apologize. Yeah, this guy doesn’t get to come anywhere near you. MK will act civil because he does believe in redemption and second chances, but dear lord is it hard.
(And he massively regrets the “you aren’t a bad guy” speech he gave to Macaque. Looking back on it, MK thinks he was naively seeing goodness where it didn’t exist.)
And of course, Sun Wukong, for… a lot of things. He talks rather bitterly of his mentor, viewing the Great Sage as irresponsible and rather immature. He wishes there had been more effort and care in the monkey’s teaching, and less “you can handle this”. There’s still some genuine respect and gratitude for the simian, but MK majorly fixates on being ‘different’ in his own mentorship. Problem is…
He’s choosing to be different instead of better.
Wukong had genuine and honest belief in MK, enough to let him handle trouble on his own. The Great Sage didn’t step in not out of laziness, but because he knew that the kid could handle things on his own. Sure, he was way too secretive and hands-off, but his intentions were only ever to help MK grow.
So when he decides to be entirely opposite to Wukong, our newly titled ‘Knight’ becomes a massive roadblock for you. Instead of cutting you loose with confidence, MK is stifling and protective. He’ll fight for you, cook for you, tend to your wounds, etc. Wukong tried to let MK grow without any form of safety net, but MK refuses to allow any growth without complete safety, which is rare.
Instead of being a mentor who’s trying to build you into the best you that you can be, he’s trying to be a father.
And honestly? Sometimes, he’s so good at the act that you wish it were real.
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user1286 · 1 year
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WAAAAAAH
@chase-ing-shadows’s au is j just so AAAAUGH i love the idea so so so much it’s just aauagh I had to draw some plooblies
A LSO other peice of credit where it’s due, @fridgrave is the one who designed the outfit for Sindri I loved her post/idea of how he chops off his beard and hair after everything so AUUUUUGH
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T these ideas are just so good i lomve them muah, I hope u two artists have a wonderful day 😘
(Last second note btw: if any of u don’t want this up pls feel free to tell me, I will not mind taking this down for whatever reasons :D)
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doodle-bunstel · 5 months
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AU: Swan Lake UT AU [ No proper title yet ]
Old concept sketches of an AU that might never see the light of day... for now.
The idea was enemies to lovers except Odette had enough of Rothbarts' bs.
Context to that: Odette was once just an ordinary woman trying to live by in her bakery until this P.O.S decided to abduct her and curse her. She is a hard headed and stubborn woman who refused to be a damsel and is always trying to find a way to piss of Rothbart so he'll let her out of his grasp, thinking he made a mistake and that she doesn't believe in his 'lies'. Rothbart is an excommunicated sorcerer wronged by his king and the other king who framed him. He id lso equally stubborn and hard headed but has the patience of a sloth-- a perfect means for Odette to try everything she can to make him mad. Heavily inspired by Rococco. Story included political themes, chosen one trope, relationship issues, and racial discrimination/war.
Odette can turn into a full fledged swan at will due to her curse. She uses that form to cause chaos in her moors prison. (Ft. A friends' oc)
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Bonus: The only proper drawings of Odette (it was for a reel)
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Please don't repost my art, thank you!!
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sloth-artstudio · 10 months
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Team MK meets Mei-Yue.
Part 1: MK.
((AN: This is the official part 8 of Journey to Parenthood, so enjoy.))
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"Anyways her actual name is Mei-Yue."
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3qu1us · 10 months
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HOLY SHIT!
ALEX FINALLY DRAWS SOMETHING NOT SELFSHIP RELATED???
anyway here is my home grown spooky month au! little shop of spooks!
lmk if you guys want more lsos content
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afterartist · 1 year
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Frames from a WIP dumb lil animation I’m making for my aus as practice
If you’re following my Tiktok you’ve probably seen a little of this already
But
Da beans
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Lso, this is never gonna be a fully polished animation, these sketches are the best quality you’re getting UeU
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dotdaw-some · 1 year
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A CONFESSION. [I'm back with a remake my brothas!!!!11!1]
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OG post from November lal:
https://www.tumblr.com/lantrikit/701028157319446528/a-confession-mental-illness-be-damned-i-just
Some info/notes under the cut!!! :3
I had to remake the entirety of this post during drafting because I accidentally added a fucking poll and didn't know how to remove it isn't that great!!!! 😸 (I gotta watch ii if I'm gonna actually use the characters and not just ignore them until I watch the series ugggh)(I mean I'm already mostly ignoring them until I watch the series anyway sooo I guess I'm doing my best idfk)
Anyways here's some story/lore lololllllol
Sooo uhh idk if anyone remembers the original version of this comic BUTT I'll explain what this is :grin:
So basically there's this AU I have called "Poisonous larkspur epidemic: All daunt" which TL;DR is basically 3-5 object shows battling against the EVILL TWISTY MARSHMELOWWE!!!11!1! OoooOooO!!!1!1?1@!@ She turns peopele infected and evil and stuff!!!
And at this half of the story there's like. a group consisting of Leafy,Test tube,Suitcase, and later Liam:grin:
But later down the line Liam goes fucking insane and suitcase is like "Shit I'm getting influenced by unhinged backpack and also getting urges to kill people awww" (this fucking sucks grr) and basically this happens lolololol...,., (Also forgot to mention that suitcase got robotic arms to fight against larkspurians n' stuff,z,,,,,,a,,lso yeah that's the name of the infected people larkspurians n stuff lol)
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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 7 months
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The ships tag for T7S. :)
• otp: Zenmasters <3
• favourite canon pairing: Zenmasters
• worst pairing ever: tied between j*lso and j*z. I think J/F may be the worse one out of the two because at least J/K had history (albeit a shitty one)
• guilty pleasure pairing: not in canon but like in an au where Hyde and Eric don’t have a brotherly bond, maybe.
• a pairing you want to see more: Brooke/Kelso
• that pairing everyone likes but you're like "lol no": idk tbh lmao
• favorite non-romantic pair: Jackie/Donna
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erajoie07 · 8 months
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I confess my love : Leon Kennedy x Sofia (AU work)
Summary: Leon Kennedy confesses his love for Sofia and they share a slow and teasing kiss.
Warnings: none, I believe
Writer's note: Hello! It's been a while, but I had finished writing a romantic fic about Leon Kennedy, then I started to research about Antillean architecture which you'll probably read for the next days to come. I hope you like this! Made with tears and researching on the concept of kissing!
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Leon grabs the strands that hang loose from Sofia's disheveling ponytail and tucks it behind her ear. His hand has been resting on her lower back without aim to pull away. Leon’s eyes pierce her lined eyes, that carefully-done wing is pulling him towards her. Leon’s other hand climbs upwards to her neck, and his sight changes to the gloss that takes home on her lips. He aims to say what his heart has been dying to say to her, if not to ruin the bond they have and he won’t ever sit next to her and watch her arrange the dried flowers. Is Leon willing to risk that memory to the grave? Sofia softly places both her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. Please say something, Leon. He instantly drops his hands on her.
Leon is begging on the inside, he likes her but he felt that his initial motives have lessened her affection towards him. He clears his throat, “Sofia, allow me to start over once more. Please bear with me.”
She is surprised. “W-w-what are you talking about, Leon?”
Leon goes down on one knee. His knee is not strong at that time due to an injury but for this moment grant him this chance to say something to Sofia.
Though I have some hints at what is Leon pointing out. I can’t rush this feeling. I can’t feel giddy and excited. And I can’t expect that those expectations I have will come to realization.
“Sofia, you have become a scene I always want to be in. I want to be the main actor in your life. Sofia I-I like you. You have planted yourself on mine and I can’t let you go now. Sofia, I like you and I want to be with you. Allow me to be yours and whatever you wish to endeavor, I’ll always be in your support and whatever that ails you, I’ll be there to heal you. Sofia, your name is so sweet, I just---”
Sofia abruptly kneels to shush him out of the tension that brews to release all the words he has inside him. She permits herself to caress the sides of his face and let his hand wander to the small of her back. His hands sneak to grabs each of her wrists, pressing her knuckles together, and presses a kiss on them. “Sofia, I confess all my love to you.”
Sofia grinning with joy. Her stomach jumping with excitement. She feels giddy than ever. Sofia’s eyes sparkle and they gleam towards Leon’s. She opens her mouth, the tip of her tongue hitting the back of her upper teeth. She closes once more, struggling to voice put the words. Leon is patient, smiling at her as if to encourage her. Sofia pulls her wrists from his grip and place hers on the sides of his face once more. She places a tender kiss on his cheek. On cue, “I like you too”, Sofia says perfectly. Leon smiles, looking at her eyes. His lips raise into a grin.
“I-I a---lso confess my l---ove to you.” She stutteringly says. But Leon has perfectly understood her, more so her intention. Leon helps her stand.
Sofia wraps her hands on the small of his back, giving a little squeeze on its flesh. Unexpectedly, Leon pulls her into his embrace, his arms wrap around her waist. His piercing glare contrasting her gleaming smile catches her off guard. They confessed only seconds earlier but Leon has turned Sofia to fall in shock.
“Catch me, Leon,” she says
“I’m here, Sofia” he replies
Suddenly they are being intertwined into a sphere of precious affection and surprise.
“Leon, I’m falling”
“I’m here, Sofia”
Sofia’s legs become wobbly suddenly. Did she drink something? Leon helps her stand upright. His eyes that stab her and that grin keeps her falling, not to mention of being held in such as a way different from a parent or a sibling. Sofia’s hand rest on his chest, “Do you want to dance, Sofia?”
Sofia shakes her head. What has gotten into Sofia. “I’ve never been held like this, Leon. My parents and siblings only hold my wrists when I need to cross the road.” Her sentence is cut off with the abrupt passing of a syllable. Leon gives a light touch of laughter to her ears, amused by her novelty.
“Sofia,” Her name rolls off his lips magnificently enticing, it arouses her senses that she grinningly blushes.
“Eon,” Leon’s eyebrow rises at his name missing a letter. “It’s hard to pronounce ‘l’.”
Leon smiles again, “I know but I’m patient.”
Leon, I like you! I like you so much. I want to be with you, Leon. You are not only handsome but a hardworking and responsible man I have ever met. I like the way you always watch and wait for me as I finish all the bouquets I make. Leon, I love you!
Sofia’s eyes gleam. Leon gazes at the gloss that coats her lips. She takes a hint that she leans close to his face, tilting her head to lightly swipe her glossy and pink lips on his. Sofia pulls back a little to meet his face. Leon purses his lips a little, missing hers now. Sofia stands on her feet better. “Shh-all I continue?”
Leon grips her waist, “Yes, unless you want me to take the lead?”
Sofia places her hand on his nape, the other on the small of his back. She leans once more to his face, tilting her head to swipe her lips on his bottom lip, before she takes his between. Then she pulls back, a little sassy, grinning a little. Leon smiles by that stunt. Sofia takes the lead again, pressing his bottom lip between hers without pressure. After that, she pulls back again once more, giggling a little. Leon leans to her in a surprise and lightly press his lips near the corner of her lips. “Is that how you want to play our first kiss?”
Sofia laughs, I just read that from an online magazine page.
Leon captures her lips, but he fails when she dodges to the side. Teasing him to seemingly no end. But he decides to let her be. Letting her feel the moment without rush. Sofia caresses the strands of his hair, “You can kiss me now, Leon.”
This time, Leon places his soft hand on the suppleness of her peachy cheek. Then he presses his lips on her bottom lip. His other hand creeps on her lower back. Unexpectedly, Leon pulls her towards her closer to his, proximate, “Mmph!” Sofia is surprised. He leads her slowly, feeling the plumpness and soothing texture of her lips. Lingering longer. Sofia pulls a little then opens her mouth further. Leon catches and he grazes the tip of her tongue, pulling back. Leon pulls her closer to his, they share again. Sofia’s hand creeps to his upper back, as her lips hold his bottom lip to feel that fullness. In a rather slow acquaintanceship of their lips, they share a tender kiss, marking what they are making together. He pulls back from her seeing her lips agape and her eyes slowly opening to the feeling of loss in seconds.
“Do you like our first kiss?”
Sofia’s hand roams to his cheek, then to the glossy coat on his lips from her gloss. Sofia nods, “Yes, Leon,”
Leon grabs the strands that hang loose, and tucks them back again behind her pierced ear. 
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airi-p4 · 1 year
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to cleanse some of that annoyance of that hate anon i want to tell you how much i love your knitting fairy AU
it makes me smile and squeal and my only negative is that i need you to pay my dentist bulls from the cavities it gives me it's so sweet
lso that little binus about juleka needing to ask out rose makes my heart melt. she 100% needs too, luka is right!
Awwww You're so sweet! It makes me happy to know you're enjoying it!! 🥰
I don't want to spoil, but I have plans for both 'cavities' and 'JuleRose' 😆 I hope you enjoy what's to come!!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH 💙💙💙
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