Tried My Hand At Drawing Cecil, But I Still Have To Work On Proportions. I Also Have Quite A Few Episodes

Tried my hand at drawing Cecil, but I still have to work on proportions. I also have quite a few episodes to catch up on (so many episodes....)

And now, the weather

Something's Up At Dinner

Shawn the Wraith

Trigger Warnings: none really

A/N: I had an interesting time writing this. Went with they/them pronouns. Apologies to the requester for taking so long; life has decided to make me a bit busy and give me a good dose of writer's block.

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Dinner seemed to blur together. Shawn wasn't sure what to make of it or them. His mind was drawn towards Y/N, only partly paying attention to what was being discussed. They seemed to be rather calm around the wraith. No worry in the world it appeared. Just casually listening to the conversation.

It was what happened after dinner that caused Shawn to become more and more baffled. Y/N was straight up playing in the grass! Of all the brief civil interactions with humanity he's had, never has he gotten to witness a human take in their environment like this. Something pulled him to them to figure this out.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Acting like a carefree child in the grass?"

"This is my first time off-world in which I don't feel in danger."

"I doubt very much that your team agrees with your sentiment."

"It's not exactly like I can really explain why, I just do. Have you ever had that sort of feeling?"

"No," Shawn said flatly.

All of a sudden, Y/N stood up, "I can't believe I'm admitting this, but your chin whiskers are cute. Kind of remind me of this adorable breed of fish we have back on Earth called a koi fish. I absolutely adore them!"

Shawn stood there stunned. Out of nowhere, his heart felt as if it was beating a little faster and he was having butterflies in his stomach. "What a weird reaction considering I have no idea whether this human was being serious?" He thought to himself. As Y/N walked away, he didn't realize he was holding in his breath.

The End

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I hope this is alright. I've literally been trying to figure out how to write this fic for weeks.

happy Thursday the 20th

October can’t come soon enough

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