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Jellie tends to be a very curious cat, sometimes. She likes poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, or snatching things from Scar and Grian when they catch her interest.
Maybe Scar should’ve known better, then.
He sits in his and Grian’s bedroom (it’s been theirs pretty much after the second month Scar moved in), a ring in his hands. The metal is cool against his palm, a soft rose gold. The band isn’t anything special, a simple engraving in it. Scar knew Grian would throw a fit if he found out Scar spent so many diamonds on the ring. So he tried to get something reasonable.
He can spoil Grian with the actual ring.
If he says yes, that is. Just the thought makes a shiver run of Scar’s spine. Is he really doing this? He and Grian have only been together for a year and a half, but Scar just knows that he’s the one. There isn’t any doubt in his mind about it. But does Grian feel the same?
Jellie jumps up on the bed next to Scar, meowing at him. She brushes her head against his arm as she settles beside him, and Scar smiles. “Well hello there beautiful lady. Are we requesting pets?” he teases as he brushes a hand through her fur. She curls up close to him, leaning into his touch. Scar sighs softly, scratching behind her ear. “I don’t know Jellie… do you think he’ll say yes?” he asks quietly. She stares blankly up at him. “Yeah okay, fair enough.”
Past their bedroom, the front door opens and shuts. “Scar, I’m home!”
Scar jumps up, disturbing a content Jellie. He shoots her an apologetic look, giving her one last pet. But the most crucial piece?
He makes the mistake of leaving the engagement ring on the bed.
As Scar walks out the room to greet his boyfriend, Jellie takes to making their bed her own. Yet as she moves, the shiny ring catches her attention. She tilts her head, curious about the shiny object. Sticking a paw out, she swats it. Again. And again. And again. Until the ring tips over the side of the bed, dropping to the floor with a ‘plop.’
Her pupils widen in that playful way they tend to do, wiggling before she pounces.
Oblivious to what his cat is doing, Scar is sweeping his boyfriend into a hug. “How was work?” he questions, looking down at Grian with a curious yet soft gaze.
“Tiring,” Grian huffs, content to melt into Scar’s grasp. He lifts his arms, returning the embrace as he does so. “I had to remake the blueprint at least five times until the guy was happy with it.”
Scar winces, “Eesh. Now I’m kind of glad he only wanted you to meet with him.”
Grian glowers at him in return, though the look is entirely playful. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Consider yourself lucky.”
“I think I will, thank you.” Scar grins, stealing a kiss. “How does a movie and dinner sound?” He bumps their noses together as he smiles.
“Let me think about it,” Grian hums, booping his nose against Scar’s as he does so. “As long as there’s ice cream after.”
Scar lets out an affronted gasp, pulling away. “I’m offended you think there wouldn’t be ice cream after all!” he says as he walks toward the kitchen. “Go sit! I’ll grab the takeout leftovers.”
Laughing, Grian takes his shoes off and heads over into their living room. He finds Jellie there, playing with something caught between her paws. He fondly shakes his head at her, “What do you have now, miss?”
Jellie looks up at him with a meow as she swats at whatever it is she’s deemed her new toy, chasing at it. However, said mystery object knocks into Grian’s foot, and he gets it first.
Leaning down, Grian picks up what appears to be a rose gold ring. He inspects it in his hand, eyebrows knit together as he does. “Where did this come from?” He blinks at it, looking down at Jellie. “Did you rob someone?”
Jellie sits in front of him, slowly blinking. The perfect picture of innocence.
Shaking his head with a faint laugh, Grian looks at the ring again. His heart skips a beat as he really takes in the detail of it. He certainly didn’t buy it. Did Scar? And if he did then….
Heart a little louder, he turns to his boyfriend. “Hey, Scar?”
“Yes, love of my life?”
“Any clue what this is?”
Scar walks into the living room, the soft crackles of a furnace behind him. He pauses when he notices what Grian is holding in his hand. His eyes go wide, looking a little pale. To the side of Grian, he spots the movement of Jellie’s tail, and looks directly at her. “Traitor,” he mutters.
“Scar?” Grian questions, confused and… maybe a bit nervous.
“Haha uh… any chance we can forget this all happened and revisit it like. Next month?” Scar weakly chuckles, the epitome of nerves as he looks at Grian.
“What’s going on?” Grian’s brows furrow in confusion, a bit of concern leaking into his expression.
Scar knows trying to lie about it is practically pointless. Grian is too curious and too stubborn to let it go. And now that he’s seen the ring… Scar takes in a shaky breath. “Void, alright. Guess we’re doing this.”
He walks over to Grian, “May I?” He gestures for the ring, and Grian slowly nods. He hands the ring over to Scar, who accepts it with shaking hands. “Okay.” Scar sucks in a breath, unbelieving that he’s really doing this right now.
Slowly, Scar drops down on one knee in front of Grian, watching the way the other’s eyes go wide. But something about the position doesn’t feel quite right. Brows furrowing, Scar sets his other knee on the carpet below. “G? Mind kneeling with me here?” he asks, to which Grian nods. He joins Scar on the carpet, kneeling with him as well. “Much better,” he hums, pleased.
“Scar what?” Grian questions, lost and confused, and goodness his heart is beating so fast.
“I uh, I had a whole thing planned out, but Jellie seems to have thrown a wrench into all that,” Scar chuckles. “But it’s fine! I can improvise, who needs a plan?” He does. He needs a plan. Shaking his head, Scar reaches for one of Grian’s hands, grasping it in his own. He takes a measured breath, and begins to speak.
“I love you. More than words will ever be able to describe, G. You’ve done so much for me, more than I think I’ll ever be able to thank you for. You found me on the street, and despite being scammed by me, you still offered me a roof to live under, and a home to heal in.” Grian’s eyes are focused on him, listening with rapt attention. His gaze only worsens Scar’s nerves, heart beating a mile a minute. “You’re stubborn and witty, and sometimes you steal the blanket from me.”
Grian laughs.
Scar loves the sound.
“You don’t let me wallow in self pity, or memories of the harder times. You’re endlessly kind to both myself and Jellie, and everyone around you, even if your patience runs a little thin and you get snippy. We may get into a minor disagreement here and there, but you always come back around to me.” Scar smiles softly at him, so painfully fond and loving. “Back on that world… I never thought I would get to live life again. Or even enjoy the night sky without being afraid. It felt like a part of me was always missing, but I found that part with you.”
“Scar…” Grian trails off, face going red.
“G, you’re my home, my light. I want to spend every day waking up next to you and messing up pancake batter with you,” Scar laughs, the sound wet and shaky. Grian laughs with him, sounding just as affected. “I want to hold you on your bad days, and on your good ones. I want to be there through everything, for the rest of our lives. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live and love, what it’s like to be me. There’s no one else for me, my heart and souls are yours.”
Scar swallows, holding the ring out to him. “So… will you entangle your life with mine forever? And marry me?” His expression turns bashful as he asks, and Grian is red in the face.
“You…” he trails off, amazed and in disbelief all at once. He looks between Scar and the ring, and he shakes his head. “I’ve been trying for days to find the perfect way of proposing to you, and you go and pull the rug right out from under me,” he laughs. “Curse how perfect you are sometimes.”
“C’mon G, you’re really leaving me hanging here!” Scar whines at him, making Grian laugh all over again.
Grian wraps his arms around Scar’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. “Yes, you spoon. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
If their neighbors hear how loudly Scar yells, well… it’s a warm congratulations to the newly engaged couple.
Jellie watches her humans cry in each others arms, tail flicking lazily at her side. She better get extra treats for this.
(It’s only later, when they’re sitting on the couch, curled into each other, that Scar realizes what Grian said. He turns to him, “Wait, you were planning to propose too?”
Grian snorts with laughter, “Hadn’t even picked out a ring, but yes Scar, I was.”)
I STAN THAT
I SEE THEM TOGETHER AND I AM JUST. HEART EYES I LOVE THEM
"eww ppg" what if I ground you into a thin paste
Anyway they're seeing Metallica live and having a good time even though Bullet has never listened to a single song ever
⁀➷ ˖ tough love
notes ─── we love rollo <3 so this is my contribution to @cloudcountry 's event!
ROLLO FLAMME ─── if you don't care, you're not sure anyone will.
warnings ☆ fluff, some comfort, can be read platonic or romantic, gender neutral, reader is not yuu, playful teasing, lowercase intended, takes place after the event btw
the sky had become dashed with yellows and pinks as the sun began to set, and many of your peers began to retire from the rush of class. you would've liked to join them, but like clockwork, your routine left you climbing the belltower as the time on your watch struck six, with your books abandoned at the bottom for you to come back to. (if anyone stumbled across your belongings, they knew to leave it be, far too used to the routine of you and their president.)
you believe you had come to recognize every miniscule difference in the planks with how often you'd climb them, navigating the corners like your body had memorized every turn. and perhaps it has, since you've been climbing the belltower for more than a year every day to meet him at the top.
"there they are!"
you smiled and tilted your head respectfully as you reached the top of the tower, greeting the gargoyles that lived with the bell. they'd come to recognize your face, knowing you by name, and always waiting for you to reach the top at the same time, every day. ─ you'd only ever been late once, when you hadn't been aware of the quicker passage to the top. but since then, you'd always be there, even when you fell ill with a cold, or found it difficult to walk after a bad bout of food poisoning (specific, perhaps, but it did happen, and yet you still came at the exact time in which you promised you would. even if that did lead you to receiving a long scolding).
one of the gargoyles, who had always been more talkative, and seemed much older compared to the rest, waited to gesture over to the bell, where you could just barely see someone sitting on the other side. "we're especially quiet today."
"is that so." you sighed, gripping the bag on your shoulder with a lazy shrug, nodding at the gargoyle in your thanks.
rollo hardly batted an eye when you took up spot beside him, setting the bag down safely, and leaning back on your hands with an exaggerated sigh. "you know, having to climb all these stairs every day, gets exhausting." you said ─ a jab, you always made sure to poke at him. it was a test, something you've done since you were kids. you'd learned that his reactions to your jokes always told you how he was feeling, how open he was to talk to you.
"then stop climbing every day." he replied, rolling his eyes but not giving you the satisfaction of a glance your way.
you gasped, as dramatic as he'd known you to be, "but this is my time where i have you all to myself! i'm offended you'd say such a thing!"
"you're ridiculous."
"says the guy who is brooding all alone here in a tower." you snickered, and he finally looked at you, sending you a glare. but you hardly felt any anger behind it; at least not at you. ─ the anger you were used to seeing since the incident was always directed elsewhere, stewing, grieving.
"i'm not brooding." he scowled, and you raised your eyebrows, as if challenging that claim.
"sure you're not." you clicked your tongue and grinned.
he was talkative today, expressive ─ a rare occurrence with him. you'd consider it your lucky day if you didn't know he's only ever like this when his guard is down because he's simply too tired to keep it up. he's known you since you were small, you'd been there since the start of it all, and yet he still found it so difficult to relax. ─ you knew why, and you grieved for him when he could not.
he went silent, a scoff his final jab at your teasing, turning his head back out to the city that the bell overlooked, watching over it like a knight to its queen. the same city you can still vividly remember being covered in flickering flowers that drained you of the magic you built up if only to be at his side when he got into the college. ─ you remember being in the dorms, attending to any students who might need your help. and you remember when they started to fall unconscious. you remember looking outside as the flowers spread, until you too, went dark, only to wake sometime later with the mission of finding rollo to make sure he was okay. (he was, and you think you know why.)
"are you hungry?" you asked, crossing your legs and leaning forward.
"no."
"liar." you quickly rebutted, turning your head to him with narrowed eyes, "you didn't eat lunch."
"and how do you know that?"
"i know everything, my dear rollo." ─ you always made sure he was taking care of himself, always there to support even when he remained oblivious to it. you remember making that promise to yourself as a kid, to look out for him when no one else would, when he didn't know how to grieve, and he scowled and cursed at every mage that crossed your sight.
you grabbed the bag at your side and reached into it, pulling out sandwiches and bottles of water, "i brought you something to eat." you held it out to him with a look that told him he had to take it. he did, and he didn't need to say thank you because you knew that when tomorrow comes, he'll have your favorite pastry waiting for you, like he always did when you make sure to care of him where he lacked. "i would've cooked for you, but alas, i simply had no time."
"thank the stars." he sassed, and you would've gasped in surprise if you hadn't been expecting. ─ he really was so talkative today, lucky you.
"we are still sitting at the top of the tower."
"your threats have no effect on me." he scoffed, before taking a bite of the unwrapped sandwich.
you snorted and glared at him with faux annoyance, "see if i ever come back here."
a side glance as he chewed, before he jabbed back, "what happened to having me all to yourself?"
"i can manage."
"you're much too terrible at lying."
he's right, but you think that applies only when it came to your care for him.
and you know it will be the same tomorrow. ─ just as your watch strikes six, when the sky is painted with yellows and pinks as the sun begins to set, and many of your peers begin to retire from the rush of class. and although you would like to join them, you'd still find yourself at the belltower, like clockwork, with your books waiting for you to return to them, and a bag on your shoulder with sandwiches inside because you'd know he'd probably forget to eat lunch. and you'd find something else to jab at him about, to see how he's feeling, and know what he needs you to be.
because you made a promise to care for him, because you're not sure anyone else will.
do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through an ai
Steven universe art because I care for them.
Some more Steven universe. I actually really like the white diamond drawing a lot
Meisie-Weisie
Gueira: My Meisie-Weisie~
Meis: Call me that again and you will lose your eyes
Gueira: Don't threaten me with a good time douche
Meis: *takes a longass sip from his drink like the icon he is*
Meis: You need therapy
Gueira: So do you
what if we were both old enough to be long retired from our current positions and our bodies were kind of falling apart but we were trying to get through it. and we were both gay
Look, I know it's accurate, because missing children, but...
Also, please watch them, guys. Their art is really good... :)
A Forgotten Face. 🖤
Jeremiah “JJ” Johnson (1976-1985) was a good kid. Smart, polite and selfless to a fault. He genuinely believed that people were inherently good, and that a friendly grown up was a trustworthy one. He would’ve never anticipated That Day to be his last… nor what would become of him and the others.
I binged the first two seasons of #Drawtectives by @DrawfeeShow in preparation and hype for season 3!!
So excited to see more of these dorks - especially our communal son ♥ If you haven't watched it, check out Drawtectives!!
Bill and Ford are each other's missing pieces (Ford has the finger Bill is missing, Bill is more showy and performative while Ford is a little more reserved yet energetic) and it makes me want to vomit
oh my god. okay. ruthie reincarnation. holy crap.
oh my the the relationship chart goes crazy on this. AND ADAMINA KNEW ALL ALONG??? And she despised her the entire time 😭😭😭😭😭😭 makes me want to cry, but at the same time that makes her congratulating ruthie on her happy ending so much more significant.
That Bello guy needs to get tf up and get over Ruthleen girl what’s wrong with him. ALTHOUGH I DO LIKE RUTHLEEN TOO SHE’S KINDA TRAGIC TBH….. She could’ve been happy too if the man hadn’t CHEATED MF.
Ruthie :(( trying so hard to not become like that…… my beloved i did not think i could love her more but i do. I HOPE SHE’S HAPPY FOREVER AUGGHGHHDGHGHGHHHH OUCGGHHGHH
⋆ 𝓡𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮'𝓼 (𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮) 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ⋆
This is an in depth explanation of Ruthie's backstory, and contains heavy spoilers for Breakaway Beauty: For True Love's Cure!
This will include information on Ruthie's friend Adamina, along with another character by the name of Bello (his real name is Bartholomew, but he goes by Bello as a nickname)
⋆ Ruthleen Marraine was a fae who felt unlovable. She would help relationships thrive using her unique magic, but never finding love of her own. No matter what she did, those she fell for never seemed to look her way. Over time, her feelings became bitter and angry, leading to her using her unique magic to split up couples up rather than make them. She would have the person's partner fall for her instead, keeping them for herself as if they were an object. Things were different when she met Adamina's father, who seemed to notice her, and actually love her just like she always wanted. They were in love, they were happy, and she felt as if she finally got the happy ending she's always wanted...
⋆ But then he fell for a human, keeping his relationship with them a secret as she was unaware. It got to a point where the human became pregnant, leading him to finally tell Ruthleen the truth. She was furious, heartbroken and betrayed. She put a curse on him, on his human lover, and the child they gave birth to. She wasn't going to stop there, determined to burn down the castle that was once their home. Adamina's father wouldn't allow this though, a fighter to the bitter end. They fought, leading to Adamina's father to be killed, and Ruthleen to be heavily wounded and on the verge of death. She refused to die with him, bitter and angry and determined to get her revenge. She used the last bit of her magic to be reborn, using one of the enchanted roses her loyal follower Bello would grow for her in the gardens.
⋆ Luke Marraine, one of the men she used her unique magic on to get him to fall for her, believed the baby to be their child, and took her to raise by himself. He didn't realize the truth until she used her unique magic to find someone for him when she was eight, immediately leaving and refusing to look back. Bello had been keeping an eye on her as she grew up, finally "meeting" her and telling her the truth when he realized she was growing attached to the one person she was supposed to despise (Adamina). Ruthie, of course, had no memory of this, with Bello explaining that it may be a while before her memories come back.
⋆ Wracked with guilt for her past, and worried about becoming that person again, she dedicated herself to matchmaking, giving others the happy ending she always longed for, and doing her best to break the curse she put on Adamina. And though she tried to tell herself she was different from her past self, that she was better than that, she couldn't help the bitterness she felt, thinking she was just as unlovable as before. No one cared for her unless it related to her unique magic, no one looking her way. It's what led her to give up on letting people in, thinking it was better to be oblivious than to give herself false hope.
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼:
In the fic Trethie: Past Regrets, Bello is the person who meets with her, and that was when she found out the truth about her past. It was also when Adamina, who knew who she was, attempted to kill her, thinking she had her memories back (due to Bello being with her)
Due to the pictures hanging on the walls and the castle staff, Adamina knew about Ruthie and her situation, having secretly hated her while growing closer to her. She had planned to lure her in, waiting for the best moment to strike, before realizing she truly had no idea about her past, or what she had done.
Bello is a fae based on the enchanted mirror from Beauty and the Beast. He refers to Ruthie as Lady Ruthleen, and his unique magic allows him to see where someone is (He has to place a hand over one eye, closed, while leaving the other open to "view" where they are)
Roses were Ruthleen's favorite flower, but she always had trouble growing them. Bello would grow them for her, using his magic to enchant them so that they would last longer than regular roses. He would always give her a bouquet of them whenever he would see her, and continues doing so with Ruthie (who doesn't like the roses, due to them being a reminder of her past)
Adamina is half human, half fae
So...here's Ruthie's true backstory! ♡
I know it's a pretty big twist, which is why I was debating on when to post this. But I figured it would be better to post it sooner rather than later, so here it is lol ♡
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡
OH I LOVE THJSI SO MUCH
BORN ON THIS FINE DAY!!
EKTISDHIJKOADO JD IM SO HGAOPPY RN. ,, , 9TIS MY BIRTHDAY!!! IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS ALL YEAR!!!!!!!