#//sighing. sighing sighing sighing at ophelia.

[in1-nutshell]

With Ophelia now having an Idw version now can you give Lithia an idw version?

Can't wait to see who's going to be the next Buddy I have to make an IDW/MTMTE version!

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Lithia

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Mention of injury, Cybertronian reader

IDW/MTMTE

Meeting Lithia would always be one of Ratchet’s most treasured and surprising moments.

It was normal to see new parents suddenly becoming nervous about how they were going to raise their sparklings.

But it was new to see them THROW their sparkling.

Ratchet is talking with Orion Pax in the waiting room when there was a sudden loud set of pedes coming their way. Pharma was running to them fear and worry clear in his optics Pharma: “Ratchet! Catch her!” Orion sees a small metal object flying straight to them. Ratchet is faster as he jumps up and catches the object. Pax catches him before he can fall on his back. Both mechs are surprised to see a little sparkling in loose wrappings. Two bots hurriedly run out of the clinic. Both bots: “FREEDOM!” Pharma: “Those were the parents!” Orion: “I’ll get them.” Orion goes out the door to follow them, leaving a dumbfounded Ratchet staring confused at the sparkling who was just chirping and reaching for his face. Ratchet: “What just happened…?”

Orion never did find out where the parents went off to.

Ratchet offered to take care of the sparkling for the week until the sparkling unit was back online after the energy outage.

It was more than enough time for Ratchet to get attached to her.

He would never understand how her parents could even think on abandoning such a sweet little sparkling.

It was thanks to a little ‘battery incident’ that would give him the idea of her name.

Lithia, named after the 15 batteries, she tried to eat when he turned his back for 10 SECONDS!

Orion Pax is one of the first bots she meets after Ratchet thinks it’s a good idea to take her outside the normal routine.

The officer chuckled when he saw his friend with the sparkling from the clinic.

He had a feeling his friends soft spark would reach out for her.

Lithia takes an immediate liking to Orion.

Part of Ratchet is thankful that she takes a liking to him.

Ratchet: “Are you sure you can watch her? I know another bot who can gladly—” Orion: “I have it under control Ratchet. You go cover your shift and I will take care of Lithia.” Lithia happily chirps as she starts playing with Pax’s digits. Ratchet sighs. Ratchet: “All right. You two have fun. Goodbye Lithia, watch Uncle Orion.” Orion huffs a bit as Ratchet pats her helm affectionately and leaves. Lithia chirps sadly as the medic leaves. She looks up at Orion. Orion: “Now, let’s go see some other friends.” Later in the gladiator’s quarters… Megatron: “Pax… what is on your helm?” Lithia is on his helm gently playing with his finals, chirping softly. Orion twitches them every so often making her squeal in delight. Orion: “This is Lithia, say hello Lithia.” Lithia chirps happily and waves at the gladiator. Megatron waves a bit at the sparkling.

It is when Lithia is a youngling she meets Drift.

Lithia was reviewing material for her entrance medical exams when Orion brought in a bot who was overdosing on boosters.

Ratchet took most care of the mech, Lithia made sure that the poor thing knew he was safe.

Drift wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating when he saw a youngling grabbing his servo whispering positive mantras in his audial.

As cheesy as some of them where… they helped calm him down so the doctor could do his work quicker.

By the end, Lithia smiles at Drift and gives him an energon goodie and a sticker while waving goodbye.

He was nice to her it was the least she could do.

Loves cleaning Ratchet’s tools.

Ratchet’s spark swells with pride when Lithia came running in telling him that she had passed with flying colors.

Ratchet waits until she is a bit older to tell her what actually happened to her bio parents.

Lithia stares at the ground with slightly wide optics. Ratchet is sitting down next to her. Its silent. Lithia: “…That was… unexpected…” Ratchet: “Yes, I think it was for everyone that day… I understand if you do want to try and contact them, they are your parents after all—” Lithia: “Woah! Woah! Woah! Who says I want to contact them?” Ratchet: “You don’t?” Lithia: “No! Why would I want to contact some poor excuses of parents who thought it was a good idea to throw their sparkling as a decoy to get out of the clinic.” Lithia huffs in bitterness. Ratchet: “I thought you’d be a bit more… sympathetic to this.” Lithia scoffs. Lithia: “… It’s their loss in the end. They’d probably be terrible parents anyways. Plus, I already have the greatest parent on Cyberton!” Lithia wraps her arms around Ratchet. Ratchet grumbles a bit at the sudden hug but pulls her in for a side hug. Relief slowly washing over him. Ratchet: “I wouldn’t say greatest…” Lithia: “Shh! You are!”

Ends up joining Ratchet and Orion to meet with Senator Shockwave, Chromedome and the Outliers.

She is just happy to be there.

Some of the bots are surprised to see such a sweet youngling have a grump of a parent like Ratchet.

It was in her final years of med school when the war started.

Goes with the Autobot faction as soon as Ratchet joins.

Ends up achieving Doctor status on accident after her squad’s doctor was shot by a stary blast making her the team doctor.

Lithia ended up getting everyone out of there.

She is referred to by doctor status even if she did not ‘officially’ pass the exams.

But it was not like there were many available during the war.

Lithia is trying to fix a random bots servo. Lithia: “Okay if you just place your servo here, we can get started.” The bot keeps their servo to their side. Random bot: “I thought the doctors did this part?” Lithia: “While I am not 100% certified on paper, I can assure you I am as much of a doctor as Ratchet and Pharma are.” Lithia gently reaches for the bots servo. SMACK! Lithia slowly reached for her face where the bot had slapped her. Random bot: “I only see REAL doctors. Not some useless nurse pretending—” SLAM! Lithia slams her servo on the worktable silencing the bot. Lithia smiles again, but her optics hold a barely controlled fury. Lithia: “Now you listen here… we do not have the luxury right now of having a full staff at the ready. If you need a reminder why, please take a right outside the room, another two lefts where you’ll see the battlefield currently at our doorstep!” Lithia huffs a bit as her servo curls around a wrench while looking at the bot dead in the optic. Lithia: “So, I’m going to give you two options. The first option is easy, you apologize for slapping me and I fix your servo up so you can be on your way out the door. Or you choose the second option where you try and slap me again, I don’t fix you, you have a wrench lodge deep in your tailpipe while most of the medical team and some of the higher officers come to see why a soldier physical harmed a doctor, who was just doing her job.” She is slightly satisfied seeing the bot slightly tremble. Lithia: “So… option one or option two?” Ratchet walks over. Ratchet: “Is there a problem here?” Random bot: “Finally! An actual doctor! This crazy nurse was threatened me!” Lithia’s grip on the wrench tightens as her optics narrow. Lithia: “I think you missed the part where you insulted my skills as a doctor and slapped me.” Ratchet’s optic twitched as he slowly looks at the random bot. The same fury that was in Lithia’s optics was burning brighter in his. Ratchet: “They did what!?” Every bot within a 10-mile radius feels Ratchet’s anger. After hours… Lithia is on the med slab letting Ratchet look at the are where she had been slapped. Lithia: “As much as I appreciate you coming in, I had it handled.” She goes to touch the region, but her servo was swatted by Ratchet’s. Ratchet: “Don’t touch it.” Lithia smiles a bit as Ratchet continued with his work.

After that incident Prowl, Ratchet and Ultra Magnus made sure that her record showed that Lithia was a certified doctor.

Tries her absolute best to keep a positive outlook on things and smile for the patients.

Someone had to during these times of war.

Many nights Ratchet finds her going back to his room, just wanting to be by his side and stay there.

He knows the feeling and gives her a side hug.

Its during one mission Lithia was separated from the group and cornered with an injured Wrecker.

No weapons, no way to communicate with the others, just a heavy med kit and a blaster low on cartilage.

Lithia was determined to make sure her patient made it out alive.

Lithia is cornered with her patient in a dead end. The shadow of the Con starts coming closer. She could see the glistening of the blaster in his servo. Stands protectively over the unconscious Wrecker. Lithia: “If you’re going to shoot do it but leave the Wrecker alone.” The Con looks strangely familiar. He looks at her with a hint of curiosity. A minute passes before the Con lowers his blaster. Lithia could almost feel her spark give out. He turns to leave. Lithia: “Thank you…” Deadlock: “Deadlock. Get out of here kid. The war is no place for heroes.”

Lithia manages to find a better hiding spot until the heat dead down.

Eventually she was found by Bumblebee and Hot Rod.

Ratchet is so relief that Lithia is back safe.

Eventually the young doctor would meet the bot again, of course under the new name Drift.

Timeskip to the Lost Light boarding…

Lithia had made up her mind to stay on Cybertron to help rebuild it.

Bumblebee and Prowl were going to need all the servos they could to rebuild a new Cybertron.

It was tough to say goodbye to her father, but they both agreed this was going to benefit them both.

Even if it hurt…

She remembered gripping on Bumblebee and screaming seeing the Lost Light explode.

Lithia was a hollow shell for a while, mourning for her friends and father.

She eventually got better with time.

Rebuilding Cybertron was certainly a challenge, even with help by her friends.

Even starting to make a life for herself.

One example was becoming Amica Endura with Bumblebee.

As much as she had her suspicions on Starscream becoming the leader of Cybertron, Lithia had to admit that he was the best leader the planet had in a long time.

The death of Bumblebee tore her apart feeling and hearing the news.

Lithia would forever be thankful for Optimus coming back and helping her through the loss.

Optimus is sitting in a communications room with Skyfire. Lithia enters looking a bit tired. Lithia: “You needed to see me?” Skyfire smiles at her. Skyfire: “There is someone who wants to speak to you.” Lithia raises an optic, a bit confused but walks over the console. Lithia: “Hello?” Ratchet: “Lithia?” Lithia gasps as her servo goes straight to her mouth. Lithia: “Dad?” Ratchet: “Finally this thing is working. Yes, Lithia, I’m right here. How are you?” Lithia: “You’re… you’re alive!?” Ratchet: “Yes? Last time I checked I was?” THUD! Lithia had passed out. Ratchet: “Lithia? Lithia are you there?” Optimus: “Ratchet we are going to call you back later.” Ratchet: “Why?” Optimus: “…She may have passed out…” Ratchet: “What? Why? This isn’t new?” Optimus: “Apparently no one told her that the crew was alive, including you.” Ratchet: “… Oh just those bots wait until I get there…”

[outofthiisworld]

[💜] Ophelia’s eyes LIT UP as she giggled and flapped her hands: he wanted to see her again! YIPPEE!!! In her delirium, she momentarily burned herself with the curling iron— ouch!

Oh…! But not tonight.

[ awwww boooo! work stinks!!! good luck tho 🍀🐝 u busy bee ! ]

[ i sing at this lil’ lounge downtown sometimes! bit of a hole in the wall, but everyone is rly sweet :) except joe >:( ]

She was actually in said lounge’s dressing room, surrounded by flowers and lil’ trinkets gifted from regulars; all shared with a few other frequent performers. Despite the shinies all around her though, none caught her attention like the words on her screen.

[ anyway we can just hang out too! whenever ur free and wanna, lemme know 💜 ]

[ a show? you perform or something ?]

[ and sure. would be cool to see you again. ]

Assuming he's not being led on by a very convincing catfish, that is.

[ not tonight though. probably gonna have to work overtime. ]

[ again. ]

[ and yeah i'm still at work right now actually. things might get a bit busy for me soon btw ]

The discussion behind the door was indistinct but negotiations did not seem to be going well if the muffled tones were anything to go by. He checked his inbox again, and this time it's not for a message from Ophelia.

[wolfavens]

*googles* help have no money & can't find crystals in HOB 🔮

[butchhamlet]

more thoughts on OCD Ophelia? I have OCD but I struggle to articulate my obsessions except that thought crimes are real and have the power to kill those I love or even sometimes just really bad “”luck”” it converges with my catholic upbringing, so i have to do the compulsions. anyway. I love to hear about other’s experiences

SHAKING YOUR HAND ON OCD CONVERGING BADLY WITH A CATHOLIC UPBRINGING. crazy how catholicism is like "thoughtcrime is real" and everyone just goes with that. anyway i'm opening this one up to the people because i haven't thought much about ocd ophelia, but i would really love to see her "madness" scene played as a set of compulsions--not just in terms of the meaning she encodes into the flowers, but maybe her physical actions as well (rearranging or tearing out her hair, movements that read to other people as strange/erratic, et cetera).

[cakemadeofbacon]

Sorry i only like women characters “What about -“ she’s a girl

[amuhav]

     It was Loch’s turn for facetime duty, but Mist gave up waiting when he still hadn’t called fifteen minutes past his agreed time. When he answered, he appeared to be in the bar, and Mist could tell from the slight pink tinge to her brother’s cheeks and his broad smile he’d failed in his plan to stay sober for the whole night.      “Sorry, I forgot! Got carried away, blame this guy.” He turned the camera to their older cousin, Talon, who waved somewhat apologetically. His fiancé Ophelia sat beside them, and from her arms, their toddler Leo lunged forward to make a bid for Loch’s phone. Laughing, Loch quickly dodged out of the way of the tiny grasping fingers and excused himself.       Making his way through the room, he presented her to a few other guests, most of them extended family members of theirs, but also River’s manager, Elle, and her husband. On his way out, Loch briefly showed her the now mostly empty cupcake stand, of which he’d apparently already had two himself (“I had to! Before Sky and Sylvie got to them!”). 

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[ycungmagick]

It happened over night.

Ophelia went from a tiny girl with a small shop, to now creating a sanctuary for the young and old to protect from the effects of this now eternal spring.

She's unsure how or why this happened, but the fairies that ventured to and from the forest to tell her news mentioned one name... Ynemn.

She's not deterred. She's dealt with something younger. She doesn't have her mother this time, but... she's prepared. And strangely... her mother never left. Her main focus right now? It's protecting the innocent. She'll find who's truly responsible and stop them herself. Right now. Tend to the weak and innocent. That's the most important part.

[fabledteeth]

my favorite annoying lesbians who i hate

[ilyelan]

guys acco’s in denial again and i’m busy with cal help

[outofthiisworld]

💜 ECTOPLASM— again!

Hinted before, Ophelia’s ectoplasmic core is both symbiotic and sentient! To an extent.

Its sentience isn’t what humans would find familiar, it’s only truly driven by its own instincts (ie. keep host alive, consume, exist)

It also works in a psuedo-hivemind of sorts, as the necrotic cosmic energy has a natural pull towards the cosmos itself (especially of its own kind). This is the reason why Ophelia will feel strong calls for the stars (the core wants to go home).

Home. What is that for Ectoplasm?

— why the unknowns of space, baby!

The energy is strikingly similar to how jellyfish exist, it floats through clouds of nebulae, unbothered by most outside forces as it devours plasma in it path to sustain itself. It mimics the appearance of both stars and nebulae in order to camouflage itself in the depths of space.

SYMBIOTIC?

The symbiotic nature of ectoplasm teeters between symbiosis and parasitic.

The initial symbiotic connection is… destructive and extremely volatile. Typically, the ectoplasm’s intense energy destroys a potential host from the inside out immediately (an overflow of energy)— in this stage, it will consume and absorb the host completely.

If the ectoplasm successfully accepts and connects with the host upon death, it will begin an osmosis stage where it will slowly assimilate itself with the host until they become ONE.

[wolfanddragon98]

I'm re-reading this masterpiece and I have to say...Justin's one liners still slap. 🤣😭

[corundumb]

So my car got damaged and I don't really have money to fix it, IDK how much I'll need since I just submitted my claim.

I'll happily open commissions with discounts to afford repairs.

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs *̥˚✧

these are some of my favourite fics with the man of my dreams spencer reid. there are all x reader i believe *heavy sigh*

✧*̥˚ smut *̥˚✧

something new by @reidsfilm

close to you by @cxrrodedcoffin

how does that feel? by @godsfavdarling

addicted to you by @spencerreidenjoyer

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

research purposes by @rumplereids

hotel room revelations by @posh--bee

kiss it better by @nereidprinc3ss

the devils disguise by @qlossytbh

scratch therapy by @qlossytbh

birds of a feather by @qlossytbh

no sweeter innocence (than our gentle sin) by @nereidprinc3ss

hearts aligned by @raekensluver

birds of a feather by @gghostwriter

weber's law by @nereidprinc3ss

we can't be friends, but i'd like to just pretend by @aliteralsemicolon

kids table by @benevolentbones

so high school by @guiltyasreid

l is for loverboy by @spencereidluver

secrets by @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme

you're the risk i'll take it by @gghostwriter

extracurricular by @cookiescribble

tired flights by @mentally-gone002

✧*̥˚ angst & hurt/comfort*̥˚✧

good night moon by @reidrum

carry the weight of you by @reidrum

children by @norrizzandpia

the theory of love by @ophelia-is-complex

don't pretend by @g0dlyunsub

when you know you know by @januaryembrs

clingy by @street-smarts00

hotchner!reader drabble by @luveline

a muted shade of green by @dalamjisung

if you keep asking by @reidrum

junkie by @ophelia-is-complex

✧*̥˚ honorable mentions*̥˚✧

authors i've read a lot and their masterlists or fic recs!

@spencerreidenjoyer her masterlist

@reidrum their masterlist

@qlossytbh  their masterlist

@luveline their spencer masterlist

@rosie-posie1313 their fic recs

@rumplereids

my criminal minds masterlist

if you want your work removed, dm me!

more recs

[poisonlove]

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

• Reader is about to leave for work. Wednesday asks her if she's forgotten anything, and Reader gives her a kiss. Wednesday turns red and opens her hand to reveal Reader's keys/wallet/etc., saying

'I meant this, but it's appreciated.' Or smt like that!

forgetting something ?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X fem!reader

Words: 4k

Warning: fluffy

Author notes: I've received a lot of requests, I'll try to do them all!

Happy reading

"Love, what's the password for your phone?" I ask curiously as my eyes glance at the smartphone in my hand.

I found myself in Ophelia Hall in Wednesday's room with Enid, wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. Enid was doing Things' manicure while sharing some gossip about some outcasts at school. Meanwhile, Wednesday Addams was making the most of her writing time.

Ignoring me.

The tapping of the keyboard abruptly ceases and Wednesday slowly turns towards me. Her brown eyes turn cold and dark as they meet Enid's, who visibly trembles in the face of that icy, penetrating intensity.

"Things, I'll finish later..." Enid whispers, her nervous smile betraying the fear inspired by Wednesday's gaze.

Without saying another word, Enid jumps up from her bed and hastily exits the room. The door slams behind her, resonating in the silent air as Wednesday watches her pass with an impassive expression, lips pressed in a subtle smile of satisfaction.

"How many times have I told you not to scare her?" I say with a small smile on my lips, and Wednesday looks at me without batting an eyelid.

"I didn't scare her," her voice is calm and controlled, without any hint of remorse or concern.

"You did," I sigh at her comment while absentmindedly playing with her phone.

"As you wish," Wednesday replies calmly, showing no particular emotion.

I smile shyly at her response.

"I told you not to use vulgar nicknames in front of others and you keep doing it," Wednesday justifies herself, looking at me curiously.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Vulgar?" I ask, feeling puzzled.

Wednesday nods timidly, without a hint of a smile on her lips.

I sigh loudly.

"Anyway... Could you tell me the password?" I ask again, wanting to change the subject to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

Wednesday tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes me with her gaze.

We've been together for a month, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to her quirks.

"My favorite plant" Wednesday replies in a monotone voice.

"Of course" I reply sarcastically as I type in 'Belladonna.' The phone unlocks, and I smile as I see the background: me and Wednesday embracing during the Poe Cup. The brunette had a stoic look while she look at me smile at the camera.

"Nice background," I say teasingly and Wednesday rolls her eyes at my comment.

"I know," she replies monotone.

I could see a small smile threatening to emerge at any moment.

"But don't you have any games?" I ask disappointedly, and Wednesday stares intensely at me.

"I barely use it to write to you," she justifies herself, and I nod understandably.

Wednesday and technology were two completely different things and couldn't fit in the same sentence.

"So you only have WhatsApp?" I ask curiously, looking at Wednesday.

"You're distracting me unnecessarily," Wednesday mutters annoyed by my questions. She turns her back on me and starts writing her story again.

"Thanks, Wed" I say sarcastically, and Wednesday continues to press the keys of the typewriter ignoring me.

"Why am I with her, I don't know," I mutter to myself, turning my gaze to her phone. I scroll through some pages and look at the apps.

I  choice YouTube.

"Because you love me," Wednesday replies loudly without looking at me "and anyway, I can hear you, be careful," she adds in a cold voice.

Was that a threat?

"Right" I reply aloud.

I start searching for what interests my girlfriend. Hundreds of horror stories and interviews of real murders, true photos, and thousands of hypotheses about monsters, unsolved murders, and much more.

Creepy but Wednesday's style.

"Y/n?" I raise my head from the phone and turn my attention to Wednesday who had once again interrupted her writing hour.

"Tell me, darling" I ask with a smile on my lips.

"Shouldn't you be going to work at the café?" Wednesday asks with curiosity.

My smile fades and I widen my eyes in realization: I had forgotten.

I quickly get up from the bed in a panic

"shit shit" I put on my shoes and look around the room in concern. "Where's the jacket?" I wonder, and I look around the room with worry. "You threw it on Enid's bed," Wednesday exclaims disapprovingly, and I smile hugely.

I internally thank Wednesday for her incredible memory.

I walk towards the door, but Wednesday's voice makes me stop.

"Forgetting something?" She asks seriously.

  I sigh at the unfortunate moment of being romantic. "You're right" I walk towards her and lean down towards her face to unite our lips in a sweet kiss.

As we separate, I notice that Wednesday's cheeks were completely flushed.

"You were forgetting the car keys, idiot," says Wednesday embarrassed, showing me the keys.

I had left them on her desk an hour ago when I arrived.

"Oh, thanks," I say embarrassed, and Wednesday smiles widely making my heart race a mile a minute.

"But I appreciated it" she confesses quickly and I smile back getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

Yes, definitely, now I remember why I'm with her.

[starlingisms]

Ophelia swirled the cup in her hand though she stared at it without really looking at it. It's all she can do while she sat there listening to Seonho--his words causing yet another fleeting look of disappointment across her features. But why should it be disappointing? She had never expressed anything aloud to Seonho about how she felt; how could he possibly know? In fact, she knew it was unfair of her to use Percy this way, too--to attempt to rile up some sort of response from her own friend. She's unable to look at him when he shared those thoughts. Instead, she took another deep sip of her cup, the drink now lukewarm, to prolong the moment.

"If that's what you want." Her words were soft and murmured, but Ophelia attempted them with a strained smile on her face. It's all she can really manage to say without spilling her truth and ruining everything with Seonho. Had she really carried any sort of real affection towards Percy, Seonho's words would be considerate and, frankly, the most logical next step. But that was the reality she was operating in.

"Guess we should probably head home, huh?" The party's still going but Ophelia didn't feel up to any more socializing. Pulling her phone out, she quickly fumbled over calling for a rideshare. "I have missed you, you know," she finally admitted, offering the only bit of truth she can muster without breaking her entire dam.

What's Seonho supposed to do, throw a tantrum? It takes effort for him to mask his inner turmoil over this new development, and while he accepts that he cannot control how he feels and that he shouldn't belittle his feelings, he doesn't have a right to be upset, does he? Their arrangement had always been designed to be temporary. A heads up just would have been nice so that he could better mentally prepare himself, but he's not owed anything. And it would be wrong for him to say anything. The feelings that had been sparking will simply just need to be snuffed out. It may take some time. He would get there because he has to, because he needs to preserve his friendship with Ophelia above all else. So he opts to be encouraging, even if it pains him to literally push her into another man's arms.

Percy suddenly has to leave, and he waves back to the other man even as his stomach sours. "Nice meeting you, too," he aims for sincere, and thinks that he manages it. He had been wanting to go home, so this hastens that process, at least. He had come to hang out with Ophelia, but there would be other opportunities. Maybe. When she's not busy hanging out with her new guy, and when he's more prepared to face her.

Yet his honesty can be both a good and a bad thing, accepting his vape back with a smile and immediately stepping back so that he can take a hit of it and exhale the vapors away from her. "It's fine. No harm done." There's a pause that lingers in the air, and Seonho pivots on his feet. "Though, now that you mention it, we do have to do stop doing some things to each other. I get that."

Just a small, subtle message that he gets that they can no longer fool around with each other. That Percy would be her late night calls and not him. He pushes a smile on his face. "Did you want to finish that," he points to her sweet drink, "Or are you gonna go home? I should get to bed soon." He will not be sleeping anytime soon.

[windwheeler-aster]

i am so sorry

LMFAOO

i thought something REALLY bad happened, but NOPE

ophelia is just down bad for dehya <3