Ethan N Jamie Bc U Know I Had To

❁ ethan n jamie bc u know i had to

Send me a ❁ for the type of flower my muse would give to yours // Accepting!

Sometimes, with Jamie, Ethan feels like a teenager again; with all the sappy little quirks those splashes of thought invoke. usually, usually he doesn't act on them; a tinge of embarrassment to years he should very-well have put long behind him now ━ he's a father now, after all ━ where all the puppy-loving little things float in his head and often, out the other. ( all valentines chocolate and sharing sweaters and buying flowers )

But for as much as Ethan struggles with expressing these little tender things, a little too much hurt in him to make it as easy as he'd wish it were, as embarrassed as he is for the classic, cheesy things that Mae very well might mock him for in the way children will mock anything and the way one day rose will learn from Mae just how to do it : sometimes, his heart is a little bigger than his pins-and-needles passivity, and while he doesn't usually have the nerve to stay to see the reaction ━ the concept a little too striking and a little too discomforting, the anticipation easier to stomach ━ sometimes, just sometimes, he follows through. This time, that following through manifests as a bouquet on Jamie's bedside table. Some of the leaves are a little crushed, his hands a little clumsy, but still beautiful despite the bruising ( or maybe, in a way, because of it. )

and like much else Ethan does, messages hide themselves in the upturned petals, the undersides of leaves. ━ It's okay if he doesn't see it. He doesn't expect him to.

Peony, bluebell, red carnation, camellia, jonquil, rose in full bloom, red tulip. ━ shame, happy marriage; humility; my heart aches for you; admiration, perfection, good luck; affection returned, love me, desire, sympathy; i love you, i still love you; believe me, declaration of love ( 'I love you even when I cannot say it, I love you even when I'm ashamed of the person I am, I hope you still love me despite it, I hope you continue to believe me when I tell you.' )

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❤️❔ across each my blogs ! we have ships already but KSGKSGS <333

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses! // ALWAYS accepting!

YEAAAA !!! I'd be absolutely down!!! be it regarding discussing some ships we have rn further or discussing new ones I'm SUPER here for it, I love writing and shipping with you sm either way so that's a big ole YES from me!! :]

Note regarding my Akechi muse & shipping: Particularly regarding Shuake/Akeshu (the ship of Akechi & the Protagonist), Akechi’s feelings regarding the Protagonist are very complicated regardless of the platonic or romantic nature of their dynamic, so while I do personally ship it and think the pairing is very interesting, it is not the default dynamic I have for them! I think Akechi has a lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts regarding the Protag, some of them very well being romantic (or at least generally homosexual) in nature. The overall, general conflicting emotions is simply part of my characterization of Akechi, but is entirely optional if it is expanded upon into a proper ship or even specified! if you want to ship it with me, by all means! but no one is obligated to!!! (it will also be tagged as Akeshu // for those who want to block it!)

I am also entirely okay with pairing Akechi with muses aside from the Protagonist! Akechi is a VERY difficult muse to handle and work with regarding honesty, his inner thoughts and feelings, and being both genuine and vulnerable enough to express them to another person, but it is ABSOLUTELY on the table! As long as it's not creepy, then I’m probably willing to at least consider it!

I made an observation about how Dustfinger loves the inkworld so so much, and how it loves him right back in a post I reblogged yesterday and now I literally can’t stop thinking about it

Because I just, UGH. He really does, he loves the fire and the fairies and his best friend. His wife, his daughter, his now step-son. The trees, the traveling, the singing, the dancing, even the danger. He loves every part of this world with his whole heart

And it loves him right back! The fairies who healed his face after Basta slashed it, the nymphs who remembered his face even after so long gone, the White Women who love him and his fire, The Great Shapechanger who let him go from her realm of death. For every ounce of love Dustfinger pours into this world, he gets it right back

Which is like, that’s the crux of his character isn’t it? Love. Dustfinger is many things, and he sees himself as many more, but at his core? He is full of love. He loves deeply and wholly. And I love that about him <3

Throughout Heaven and Earth,

only Darkness shall remain 🩸

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