“I-… I’ve never thought of it like that,” she admitted, chuckling. “You’re right! I always think of you when it rains, too - that must be why. There’s nothing better than being warm and dry with a hot chocolate while you watch the rain. Let’s do that again soon, sometime… Oh, you can’t swim?” She looked surprised. “I didn’t know that!”

[Does anyone else here watch ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’?

I have all the Hank/Jan feels ;A; ♥♥♥]

alfonsheiderich:

“Just water— unless you’d like to get me drunk?” Chuckles bubbled along his throat and he smiled at her, happy that he was able to practically feel the shine returning to his pale blue eyes. “And I suppose if you’d like me to stay quiet, that’s not the best option.”

Once she gestured, Alfons nodded, and took a final glance around the organized chaos before moving towards the door and slipping inside, peaking around it. “You wouldn’t mind getting me a rag and towel, would you? And is it just me, or is it every time we visit each other’s living quarters we end up cleansing ourselves? Maybe we should break this habit?”

A final grin and he removed his head from her view and began unbuttoning his shirt— though he kept the door open a crack so as to talk to her. Who knew… Maybe he’d even enjoy her company while he was washing…? 

He blushed at the thought.

“Water, a rag and a towel? Where do you think you are - the Ritz?” She cast him a grin and disappeared into the bedroom, returning with an armful of wash things a few moments later. She stopped by the sink to fill a glass from the tap and then delivered the whole lot to the bathroom door, passing them through to Alfons.

“Here you go…”

She caught sight of his bare chest through the sliver of open door, and had to hide a smile, feeling like a peeping tom.

“Can I get you anything e-… Oh, Leo - no! Don’t go in there…!”

The cat, deaf as rock, sauntered in through the gap in the doorway, his feathery tail brushing about Alfons’ calves.

“Sorry,” Elle apologised, laughing sheepishly. “Hang on a moment. I’ll get him…”

(Source: chocolateboxgirl)

alfonsheiderich:

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aneira-hailey:

x-fullmetal:

I dug mine up and fixed it around.

Its right here ;; Nightwinged-Kisses

I post things I like (Japan, art stuff, quotes, photography, anime/manga things, personal life, anndddd soon its going to be comic-books stuff :P) 

You can talk ‘OOC’ there. So yeah, follow me there.

My muse for Edward Elric isn’t working well right nowand the replies will come on/off and not as constant as it used to. Cause my mind is preoccupied with other things.

Also, I’ll do a two hundred follower thing soon once I get my mind together.

Here’s mine: thegundamqueen

and I added you! :3

anemoneink~

Adding you both ♥

alfonsheiderich:

The taste of the kiss still on his lips, Alfons bit at the bottom one before smiling softly at the fluffy white feline, reaching a hand out to pet his cheek. Fur so soft it hardly felt real ruffled between his fingers, and when Leo gave his answer, Alfons’ smile widened. 

“Ah, he’s beautiful. And, well, better that than no, I suppose,” Alfons chuckled lightly as Elle set him down, blue eyes watching the cat weave about their legs on the floor. “And actually, a glass of water would be great— if it’s not too much to ask? And then maybe I should… wash up.”

Another weak chuckle left his lips and he looked back up at her, shrugging helplessly as he smiled, blue eyes shining. Looking around, not entire sure of where to go, all he could manage was to fidget in his spot and wait for her to give her opinion. 

“Just a glass of water? You’re sure?” she checked, straightening up again. Seeing him fidget, she took hold of his elbow gently and led him to the couch across the room.

The apartment was just what he’d assessed it to be: a modest space of disorganised tidiness, every surface filled with papers, pencil and paint sets, books and art magazines. The walls weren’t much better, either, half covered by wallpaper and half as much again covered by art prints - reproductions of Dulac, Mucha and Mackintosh, framed and unframed, scattered along the length of the apartment in varying sizes.

Another large window - nowhere near as big as the one in Elle’s studio, but certainly large for such a small living space - sat at the far end of the room, looking out over the large city square below: pratically the sole reason for the artist’s decision to rent the place. The apartment had the lingering, vanilla-like scent of old paper, warm and calming, and the faintest hint of Elle’s perfume.

“The bathroom’s just through there,” the artist said, gesturing towards one of two doors in the opposite wall. “There’s only a bath, I’m afraid - no shower. You’re welcome to it, though. I can make something to eat while you’re cleaning up, if you’d like…?”

(Source: chocolateboxgirl)

emma-mustang:

Em flushed as she called her, Cheri. She was sure it was just how she welcomed people, “H-Hello…!” She blushed as she didn’t mean to say that so loudly. “I… I’m just visiting? Er, looking…!” She blushed all the more and moved her hands to the hem of her skirt, why did she get so flustered all the time for? “My name is Emma, Emma Mustang and you are?”

Elle watched the girl fidget, taking in the sweet twist of her hands in her skirt, the shy brightening of her features - and softened. What an adorable girl…

“No trouble at all,” she smiled, positioned in her customary place behind her easel. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fräulein Mustang. I’m Elle Voet - I’m the artist here. Feel free to look around for as long as you want. And if you’d like a hot chocolate…” The artist indicated towards the little improvised kitchen area in the corner with her pencil, beaming warmly. “Just ask.”

(Source: chocolateboxgirl)

alfonsheiderich:

feng-huang:

whatshouldotakucallme:

Best fucking OTP ever. Happy Royai day everyone ^^

*sighs* Alright, let’s just say something. Dean Winchester will help me explain.

When people ship RoyEd:

When people ship RoyAi:

When people ship something canon:

When people ship something that’s not canon:

And especially. When people don’t feel the need to use the “stfu, my pairing is canon so it’s better than yours” and, instead, just enjoy it:

^ This