#Anyway enough yapping I have to get some sleep. Lol

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Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[miaoua3]

hey im sorry but can you make a hcs like the one you did for seungcheol and make it for mingyu? im sorry and i wanna tell you i love all of your writing so baddddd hehe keep on writing girllll im rooting for you

hi! first of all thank you so much for the nice words! you��re support really means a lot to me guys, it’s the reason why keep on going even on the days where i feel tired and not motivated enough to do it😭🫶

second of all, by “hcs like the one you did for seungcheol” i feel like you’re talking about the spicy one’s? but since someone already asked me for both soft and spicy one’s i hope you won’t mind that i will do soft hcs as well?

anyway, again, thank you so much for your support, hope you enjoy this!

Mingyu Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

will literally follow you around the house all the time, you could be doing some chores and he will just follow you, maybe help a little, and yap 100 miles per hour, and when you don’t pay attention he will pull on your shirt until you look at him and say while pouting “babe you aren’t even listening to me, pay attention to me 3:(“

smitten, in love and absolutely whipped are some of the ways to describe mingyu since he met you and you two started dating, he’s always just staring at you with his big boba eyes and smiling gently, if it were socially acceptable (read: if the members weren’t around) he would probably be kicking his feet too

the cuddliest teddy bear ever, he will hug you no matter what you are doing- standing in front of a hot stove with boiling oil sprinkling everywhere? he’s on your back, hunched due to his height and leaning his head on your own (also complaining when a bit of oil sprinkles on his arms), standing in front of him and scolding him about something? his hands are locked around your waist while he pouts at you for scolding him instead of kissing him :( you get the gist of it lol

goes without saying but he’s constantly cooking you-breakfast, lunch either to bring to work or at home, and dinner, he’s constantly cooking for you, making you taste test everything and absolutely cooking way too much than you can eat, if you try to cook something for him for a change because you feel bad that he’s cooking that much when his schedule is much more packed than yours he will just be like “ 3:( baby what did i say about this?”

he’s so hyperactive that sometimes you have hard time catching up to him, he constantly wants to be doing something, be it sports or go out with friends and sometimes you just want to rot in your bed for 3 days straight- and ofc he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, it’s just that he will probably pout all the time while doing the said activities and come home earlier because he missed you too much

hugs you to death when you two sleep together, to the point you need to smack him to go easy on your intestines or you will puke on his silk sheets lol

loves doing skincare together, it’s just relaxing doing it together while you two yap about your days, helping each other apply things correctly, and it always makes him feel easier seeing you taking care of yourself, he always worries that because he’s so busy he can’t see if you’re doing your best to take care of yourself (mentally) so seeing you being so happy and enjoying yourself while you two are doing this together makes him feel at ease

•(nsfw! hcs):

is definitely a service dom, so eager to please you, won’t stop until he feel you shaking with pleasure and sees tears streaming down your pretty face

LOVES PUSSY MORE THAN AIR, if he could, he’d be living between your legs, just lapping away at your clit while you trash in his hold, your legs over his shoulders, feet pushing at his back, whenever he’s giving you oral best believe he isn’t stopping for the next several HOURS (rip girl lmao), he just love how you taste so much, he’d literally just be moaning in your pussy and if he comes in his pants from just eating you out? well that’s nobody’s business but his (and yours by default)

has a praise kink too, but unlike the other boys who like to praise you, he want YOU to praise HIM, just grabbing his hair and moaning in his ear how good he’s fucking you, how big he is inside of you, how he’s simply the best for you-and if you let a little “good boy” slip out? well, let’s just say he will be cumming really quickly and that it will make him even more motivated to make you feel good

definitely gets off seeing your tummy bulge, just seeing how far inside of you he is and how your stomach moves when he is too gets him off like nothing else, makes his head spin and makes him moan so loudly (wonu definitely hates you two rabbits lmao)

insist on seeing jesus at least once a week by making you sit on his face, there’s nothing better than feeling your entire weight on his face, your smell surrounding him while he’s eating your pussy like its his last supper, and the fact that you aren’t touching and he isn’t able to grind on the bed how he would if he was just laying down between your legs? well, let’s just say mingyu might have a little thing for having his orgasms be delayed a bit (but don’t tell the gang, they will never shut up about it lol)

one of his favourite positions has definitely got to be cowgirl, just seeing you on top of him, bouncing up and down his big dick, struggling from time to time so he has to guide your hips or take matters in his own hands and fuck upwards into you, you tits bouncing as well- there may not be a heaven on earth but he comes close to it every time you ride him til he sees god

has stamina of an animal, can and WILL go for hours to no end, in the end you will just be with your face pressed in the pillow and ass in the air, totally limp so mingyu will have to hold your hips to keep them in the air, moaning away while he chases his high (he will take care of you afterwards and if he sees you literally can’t do it anymore or that it’s causing you more harm than pleasure he will immediately stop, dw)

[wordsarelife]

pairing: slytherin!group x fem!nott!reader, enzo berkshire x fem!nott!reader

summary: mattheo’s “protective charm” locks everyone out of their rooms, forcing them to spend the night in the common room. no wands, no teachers, and strange noises that send blaise and enzo into full panic mode. as paranoia grows, they’re left wondering if they’re really safe—or if something darker is lurking in the shadows.

warnings: cursing, a very bad scary story, haunted common room, slow burnnnn

note: finally episode two is here!! super excited to share this. enjoy these 4k words of my yapping lol!

“this is the worst day ever, seriously” blaise zabini said as he crossed his arms and let himself fall onto one of the big dark couches in the slytherin common room.

“come on, it’s not so bad” mattheo shrugged, trying to hide his smile.

“no, actually, he’s right” you gestured between your friends, all obviously annoyed, a part from (you guessed it) mattheo. “this is the worst day ever”

“some friends you are” mattheo mumbled under his breath, turning away and huffing about the situation.

“well, it’s your own fault” theo shrugged unbothered. “you had to come up with that stupid charm”

“excuse you?” mattheo bluffed, holding his heart like theo had hurt him deeply. “i was just trying to help”

“emphasis on trying” draco muttered, sorting through a chest of blankets which was standing against one wall of the common room. “that’ll do”

“i could conjure up a few sleeping bags or beds” mattheo suggested, raising his wand.

“no!” the slytherin screamed in unison and pansy ripped the wand from mattheo’s hand, before he was able to react.

“hey!” mattheo complained, but everyone just ignored him. “i was trying to do something nice for my friends. not a reason to be bitches about it.”

“say the word ‘bitch’ one more time and—“

before blaise could fulfill his threat, enzo came back into the room, just barely breathing.

“snape is already in his chambers— or whatever you call that”

“sleeping quarters?” you suggested and enzo pointed a finger at you, thankful for the help.

“well, that means we can’t do anything until tomorrow” draco concluded the obvious.

“shit” pansy muttered and all of you send similar hateful glances in mattheo’s direction.

“how are we going to explain it to him anyway?” you asked, while you helped your brother to unfold the couch to a bed. “hello professor snape, we are idiots and locked ourselves out of our rooms, could you help us get back in please?”

“no” blaise shook his head. “we’re going to say that mattheo is an idiot, he looked us out of our rooms and now he needs professor snape’s help to get back in.”

"again, i'd like to point out that the intention was to help you" mattheo declared dramatically. "but whatever, just sell me out like that i guess."

"great"

"works for me"

"sounds good"

your voices chorused through the room and mattheo pouted offended.

"okay, what way are we sleeping?" enzo asked the group.

you shrugged, not really caring where you would need to sleep.

"well" draco said, looking around the room. "four of us can sleep on the two couches. one can sleep in the armchair, it's long enough when we drag out the foot rest and i guess to of us have to sleep on the floor."

"i'd say the girls get one of the sofas" theo suggested, while packing up a folded blanket and handing it to you, before nodding to the couch behind your back.

"normally, i’d call out the whole 'superior male savior complex' thing," pansy smirked, draping herself over the couch with a dramatic sigh. "but tonight? i’ll allow it. anything’s better than the floor."

"i agree" you grinned, following her lead.

"how generous of you," blaise rolled his eyes. "well, one of us gonna volunteer for the floor?"

all eyes darted to mattheo, who was at fault for the entire thing anyway, since he had decided to highten the security on his friends' and especially the girls' dorm room doors, enchanting them with some weird spell, that should've just simply made sure that no unauthorised people could enter the room, but now not even the people who were supposed to could.

"yeah, yeah" mattheo muttered, stuffing the floor with a blanket and sitting down on it. "of course i'd be the first to go."

"don't victimize yourself" draco smiled sarcastically.

"yeah," blaise nodded. "if anything, i'm the victim, considering my back will hurt horribly tomorrow"

"you mean us" enzo raised his eyebrows and blaise quickly agreed, like he had simply mispoken on accident.

"so, rock, paper, scissors?" theo suggested and blaise, draco and enzo nodded, before they split into two teams, dueling each other until there was a winner on each side. they repeated the process until three people had won against the others and only one person had lost: enzo.

"this is just because i'm the youngest:" he muttered, when he arranged his bed down on the floor next to the sofa pansy and you were sleeping on.

"i don't think age is considered in the game, enz," you said in a soft tone, helping him to make the floor as comfortable as possible to lighten his mood.

"so what now?" draco asked as soon as they all had been settled: blaise and him on the remaining couch and theo on the arm chair, legs hanging over the footrest.

"scary stories?" mattheo suggested with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"aren't we a bit old for that?" draco asked with furrowed brows as he looked from one friend to another.

"we're a bit too old for sleepovers too, but who cares?" enzo grinned from the floor, catching your face light up at the mention of scary stories.

"do any of you know some?" you asked, adjusting your position under the blanket, ready to get scared.

"oh, please" mattheo smirked. he adjusted his position on the floor, before his voice dropped to a lower octave. "there’s a story the ministry doesn’t like to talk about. a case from decades ago, buried so deep you’d only find it if you knew what to look for. It’s about a child born to a pair of powerful wizards—prodigies, really. they wanted their child to be just as extraordinary as they were, maybe even more so. but there was one problem: their daughter eden was born a squib."

your brother and you exchanged unimpressed glances.

"a squib? really?" draco repeated.

"that's not meant to scare us, is it? because if you think that just because we all grew up in pureblooded families we might be scared of—"

"obviously not," mattheo interrupted blaise with a wave of his hand. "would you let me continue now?"

"go on," you nodded, crossing your arms and leaning back against the cushion of the sofa.

"so, eden was born a squib. and her parents? they couldn’t bear it. a child with no magic? in their family? so, they searched for a solution. and they found one—a forbidden spell from an ancient book, a ritual meant to transfer magical power from one soul to another. it required… a tether. something living." he looked between his friends ominiously. "they found a boy. a muggle orphan, barnett. young enough not to be missed, old enough to survive the spell—barely. they brought him into their home, dressed him like a brother to their daughter, and told the world he was family. the ritual worked."

you all shrieked up as the light flickered at his words. mattheo's smile widened, before he continued the story.

"eden gained incredible power, but the tether didn’t just give her the boy’s magic. it tied him to her—body and soul. at first, it wasn’t so bad. he would simply mimic her. if eden laughed, barnett smiled. but over time, it became… worse. eden started to hear barnett's voice in her head, whispering things she didn’t want to hear—begging her to let him go. one night, she woke up screaming. she said he was inside her skin, crawling, clawing his way out. they found her curled up in her bed, her body jerking violently. and barnett? he was standing in the corner, completely still, his eyes wide and empty."

the light flickered again and your hand unconciously clenched around pansy's wrist. pansy pulled the blanket closer, as if to shield you both from an invisible force.

“the parents tried to undo the ritual, but it was too late. barnett started appearing in places he shouldn’t have been—in reflections, in the dark corners of the house. eden began to waste away, her body covered in strange, blackened veins. she kept saying, ‘he’s taking it back.’ one morning, they found her lifeless in her bed. and barnett? he was gone."

you could see both blaise and draco furrow their brows simultaneously, unable to tell in which direction the ending of the story was going.

“the house was abandoned after that, left to crumble into ruin. sometimes, people walking by the old estate hear faint whispers, like the sound of children laughing. and if you look closely into the cracked windows, you might see a boy standing there, pale as death, waiting for someone to join him. some people said they could hear him whisper through the glass, calling for his sister: 'e—"

mattheo was interrupted by a loud thump. all of you shrieked up, your eyes on the wall were the sound had come from.

"that was probably just—" enzo wanted to say, before he too, was interrupted.

"eden!" a loud voice beamed, making you all start screaming simultaneously. "eden!" the chandelier above you started swining and the lights flickered once again.

the process lasted about thirty seconds, before everything stopped and the room looked totally normal again.

all of you had crowded together in a circle, watching the ordeal back to back.

"what the fuck was that?" pansy muttered, pressing a hand to her chest to calm her heartbeat.

your eyes wandered through the circle of people before they landed on mattheo and you stepped forward, a finger hitting his chest.

"ow!" mattheo cried at the surprising pain of your small touch.

"this isn't funny, mattheo" you snapped.

mattheo pushed your finger away. “calm down, woman. i didn’t even do anything.”

“then it was one of you!” pansy accused looking between the remaining guys.

“literally no one here has a wand, except for mattheo.” theo crossed his arms, annoyed at her stupid accusation, but there was also a hint of worry in his words.

mattheo rolled his eyes. “pansy took it earlier, remember? when i generously suggested to conjure up comfortable beds or something.”

all eyes flew to pansy.

“it wasn’t her.” you exclaimed with a shake of your head. you glanced over to the sofa, the abandoned wand lying in the middle of where pansy and you had sat. “i would’ve noticed.”

“great” blaise smiled sarcastically. “so that leaves… who exactly?”

“no one, okay?” draco nodded, his lips pressed tightly together. “this is a magical school and we’re inside an incredible old castle. this might just happen sometimes.”

you looked to the side to find enzo’s eyes, who just shrugged.

all of you knew that there needed to be a different explanation, but rather ignored the pending question, as you settled back to your sleeping spots.

there were a few more minutes of light chatter, all of you growing increasingly more tired, before it was finally time to sleep. with a wave of mattheo’s wand, pansy put out the light and all of you got under your blankets.

you drifted off to sleep easier than you would've guessed, your mind being tired down from an exhausting school day and your body feeling the effects of walking up and down stairs all day.

you didn't even mind the snoring of the boys, as your mind settled on a sweet dream about something you surely wouldn't remember in the morning.

just when you thought the night wouldn't be as bad as expected, you woke up around 3am, the air in the common room was ice cold and you were shivering even under your thick blanket.

you opened your eyes to try and find the source of the coldness in the darkness, only for your gaze to flicker to enzo, who was stirring in his sleep, before he finally opened his eyes, directly looking back.

enzo made a surprised sound at you looking down at him and sat up. "why are you awake?" he whispered, as to not wake your still sleeping friends.

"it's cold," you muttered back, your eyes wandering around the room once again.

"oh," enzo nodded. "the fire is out." he threw back his blanket and got up. "here, let me just.." he grabbed a few pieces of wood and reached for mattheo's wand on the table to enlight the flame. the fire prickled to life quickly, illuminating the room in a warm glow and you immediately felt a lot warmer.

"thank you." you smiled gratefully as you watched enzo walk back over.

"anything," he smiled down at you and even in the dark you could see his perfect white teeth and your cheeks grew pink from the warmth of his gaze.

for a few seconds the both of you just simply looked at each other. you, still sitting on the couch, and enzo leaning slightly over you, keeping his gaze locked onto your eyes.

the moment was interrupted by a loud bang, when a shelf collapsed, sending a dozen books down to the floor. you had gripped enzo’s hand and he had fallen onto your legs as he had shrieked away from the sudden sound.

the rest of the slytherins now opened their eyes too, just as disturbed from the sudden loudness as enzo and you.

"what the hell?" mattheo sat up, rubbing his eyes.

all eyes wandered to the books on the floor. draco and blaise sat up too, pansy groaned and theo cleared his throat when his gaze dropped to enzo sitting half on your lap. enzo got back onto his feet in a hurry.

"i see you're counting on my sister to protect you, huh?" theo quirked a brow, a sarcastic smile settling onto his lips. but he was less amused than annoyed.

"n-no" enzo stuttered and looked at you for help.

you rolled your eyes, not willing to entertain your brother any further than necessary. "well, if you must know,” you began, sitting up straighter, “enzo was just about to confess his undying love for me before the bookshelf rudely interrupted.”

enzo choked on air. “i—what?” he quickly shook his head. "theo, i swear i wasn't—"

pansy, now fully awake, smirked. “oh, this just got interesting.”

draco groaned, flopping back against the couch. “It’s too bloody late for whatever this is.”

theo, however, narrowed his eyes at you. “hilarious.” his tone was flat, but the slight twitch of his jaw told you he wasn’t entirely amused. “but let’s focus on the part where random objects are flying around while we’re supposed to be sleeping.”

"exactly." blaise nodded, pointing a hand in theo's direction. "i think theo brings up a very good point: someone should go over there and inspect the thing."

"okay. why not you?" mattheo challenged, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

blaise shook his head, laughing like mattheo had suggested the stupidest thing ever. "for obvious reasons, mattheo." without explaining further, his eyes darted across the room, landing on pansy and you. "ladies?"

"and they say chivalry is dead." pansy smiled sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest, "i'm not doing shit. i heard draco has studied well for the upcoming defense exam. he should go"

"actually" draco corrected, holding up a finger. "theo has been the one who helped me study, so i really think he—"

"fucking babies." you muttered, climbing down from the couch and walking closer to the book shelf at the back of the room.

"the wand, y/n" mattheo suggested, as he nodded at the fireplace, where enzo had left his wand.

you nodded, gripping the wand in your hand and slowly stepping closer.

"you're really letting her do this?" enzo frowned in theo's direction. your brother simply shrugged, not quite convinved there was something that could hurt you waiting in the corner of the room.

"y/n, wait"

you froze in the middle of the room. the same distance between you and your friends as to the bookshelf in front of you. you turned around and saw enzo standing in the middle of the two couches, looking unsure.

"what?" you questioned at his dramatic stance.

"i'll come with you."

"i'm not going to war, enz."

you were unable to stop the boy, the determination had already settled on his face, as he grabbed a pillow and stepped across the room.

"fucking idiot," you could hear blaise mutter under his breath. "two funerals is gonna be super expensive."

"no ones getting buried." pansy whispered back harshly.

"and you're loaded anyway." theo lazily commented.

you ignored your friends, your gaze still fixed on enzo, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. you were sure whatever it was, it wasn't as bad as to warrant that kind of fear.

"you really don't have to." you furrowed your brows at the way the pillow was shaking in his hold. "it's probably nothing."

"but what if it isn't?" enzo glanced to the shelf. "then you need someone to protect you."

normally you would've immediately corrected that stupid assumption, but the boy was so determined and ready to jump between you and whatever was waiting near that shelf, that you just couldn't. he was too lovely for his own good.

"okay," you nodded, stepping closer to the shelf.

the atmosphere in the room only grew to be scarier, as all of you held your breaths and the slytherins kept their eyes trained on enzo and you, stepping closer to whatever was awaiting you.

your hand gently wandered over the shelf in the wall, and after a few quiet seconds, your exhaled your breath, relief flooding your features. "see?" you said, turning back to your friends, "nothing—"

a loud crash echoed through the room when the remaining shelves all broke through at the same time. enzo jumped forward, gripping your hand and effectively sending mattheo's wand flying, as he pushed you behind him and threw his weapon,—pansy's super soft foam pillow that she always carried in her enchanted bag in case she got tired—, at the shelf.

"run," he then screamed, pushing you back into the direction of the couches, accompanied by your and your friends frantic screams.

"now should be the right time to get the fuck out of here." pansy suggested with a screech.

"could you please, uh, NOT SCREAM THAT DIRECTLY INTO MY EAR?" blaise's voice rang through the room.

"great! you left the wand" mattheo looked a little shaken up, but a lot less than the rest of your friends. the same could be said about theo.

"calm down," your brother said loudly, interrupting the fight that was going on between pansy and blaise, who were both continuously screaming at each other.

"calm down?" blaise repeated. "this is the fucking conjuring. how am i supposed to calm down?!"

"what's the conjuring?" draco asked confused, looking at you for help, but you could only shrug, never having heard that name before.

"muggle horror film." theo exclaimed with a roll of his eyes. "what in merlins name are you doing?" he narrowed his eyes at blaise, who was hectically lifting blankets and seemingly searching for something.

"oh, i'm out of here." blaise shrugged, still searching. "but i'm not about to leave my gucci scarf down here."

"gucci scarf?" enzo repeated in a whisper.

"might be another muggle thing." you shrugged.

"and where exactly are we leaving to?" draco crossed his arms. "i'm not about to be caught in the halls and lose like 50 points each."

"whatever we decide on, my wand is still lying at the end of this room." mattheo nodded to the point where his wand was still moving a little from falling from your hand.

"that's on me." you nodded. "i'll get it." you stepped forward, but before you could move further, enzo pushed you back into pansy's arms.

"i'll go. it was my fault anyway."

"lovely." blaise nodded sarcastically. "i'm gonna find good words for your funeral, brother."

"ready to die for a girl who isn't even his girlfriend." draco muttered under his breath.

theo's head turned to the blonde boy, his gaze sharp. "his what?"

draco averted his eyes and followed the line of sight of the rest of his friends, including you, who were staring after enzo with a guiltridden expression.

enzo took one step after the other, very slowly nearing the wand, his eyes darting from one side of the room to the other, as if to look out for any hints of an intruder or another thing happening.

he hesitated only for a second before taking a step forward, reaching down toward where mattheo’s wand had landed—

then, without warning, the flames in the fireplace extinguished completely. darkness swallowed the room. the temperature plummeted once more.

and from the depths of the common room, an unmistakable whisper slithered through the air—low, cold, and utterly inhuman.

run.

all of you took a moment to react, frozen in your movement, before blaise broke your trance, jumping over the couch like he was a gold winning athlete. "save yourselves!" he screamed, already half up the stairs.

screaming, you and your friends bolted for the stairs, trampling over each other in a frantic attempt to get out.

mattheo tripped over a pillow. pansy shoved draco out of her way. enzo sprinted across the room, holding onto your wrist, practically dragging you toward the common room entrance.

you all arrived at the doors, which just wouldn't budge, trapping you in the room.

a loud laugh echoed through the room, as all of you stood, your backs pressed against the doors, looking ahead with sheer horror at whatever was about to reveal itself.

then a poof and the sickly satisfied expression on peeves' face was staring right at you.

"PEEVES?" pansy shrieked, her voice cracking as she clutched onto draco’s arm.

"you've got to be kidding." theo groaned, rubbing his temples.

mattheo exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "i knew this was too stupid to be a real haunting."

"stupid?" peeves gasped, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. "STUPID?" then, as if deciding that was a compliment, he grinned. "oh, but it worked, didn’t it? look at you all! shaking in your boots!” he twisted midair and did a mock bow. “peeves wins again!"

"you're dead," blaise muttered. "dead. when the baron gets back, you’re done."

at that, peeves did a lazy backflip and grinned. "ah, but he’s not here tonight, is he? nooo, the baron is out twirling with the other ghosts, leaving poor little slytherins all alone… and ripe for a bit of mischief!" he cackled, swooping down to hover inches from theo’s face. "you lot are always so boring—all your rules and manners and pureblood traditions—blah, blah, blah! so i took my chance, locked you out of your rooms and had a little fun.”

"so it was you!" mattheo pointed at the ghost, before turning his gaze back to all of you. "see! it wasn't my fault, my hex would've worked just as intended if this stupid little—"

"actually," peeves interrupted, spinning in midair. "you were this close to making things a whole lot worse. your hex would’ve triggered a nasty smell throughout the whole castle, like rotten fish and burnt hair. not to mention it might've set the curtains on fire. a real disaster, if you ask me."

"what?!" mattheo's eyes widened in disbelief. "i didn’t—"

"of course you didn't, mattheo" pansy rolled her eyes, stepping away from the door and sending a last scornful look in peeves' direction. "if you would excuse me? i'm going back to sleep."

"yeah, me too." draco sighed, following pansy back down into the common room.

the rest of you nodded too, leaving peeves behind, who pouted at your sudden disinterest, as you settled back into your sleeping bags for the night.

tomorrow you would explain to professor snape what peeves had done, maybe leaving out the part where mattheo had nearly burned down something and cursed the entire castle, and he would hopefully help you unlock your rooms and return to normal.

enzo smiled up at you, when you had gotten comfortable under your blanket.

the others had already grown quiet, indicating them drifting off to sleep.

you were still wide awake, looking down at the boy, who didn't make any move to close his eyes or go back to sleep either.

"thanks for protecting me tonight." you whispered softly. "especially while you were scared too."

"any time." enzo assured.

you weren't sure what possessed you to do it, but your hand wandered down slowly, softly brushing against his arm, as if to comfort him.

"really, though," you continued, your voice quieter now, "i don’t think i could’ve made it through all that without you."

enzo's lips curled into a small smile, but he didn’t say anything right away. his hand, almost instinctively, moved closer to yours, fingers brushing against yours in the slightest, a silent acknowledgment.

"you’ve got a way of making me feel less stupid," he said after a beat, a teasing undertone in his voice that made you laugh softly.

"maybe that’s because you’re not stupid at all," you replied, your heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.

"is this okay?" he whispered softly, taking your hand into his fully.

you nodded, before you closed your eyes. enzo's voice being the last thing you heard before drifting off into a dream filled with the golden light of the sun and whispered promises under cherry blossom trees.

"goodnight, y/n." he whispered, his voice soft but sincere. "i'll be waiting for you."

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🪭🧪 Human Fantube designs because I can’t post one half of the Core Lights and not the other :] !!

Catching up on posting art !! I loved rendering this omga. Sooo fun to add all the halftones and colors…

Juuuust like last time I’m gonna add some design commentary. I am a happy yapper!

🪭 Fan: I made his hair spiky to represent the folds of the paper fan, and it's dyed reddish (although it's been fading for a while). Gave him some yellow-rimmed glasses, and even though they look like gold they most definitely are not haha. His red jacket is zipped up in a way that alludes to his shape as an object, and he has some flannel underneath to represent his patterning + he would totally wear flannels lol !! He has a tote bag for his laptop, and I didn't draw the pins that he has attached to it, but I'll do that at some other time. He has an II logo buckle attached to his baggy pants (with loads of pockets). And overall he's just a nerd doing nerd things. I love him :) I love his design, I feel like it uses the shapes of the object form pretty well :3

🧪 Test Tube: She has a translucent lab coat that is SO FUN TO RENDER oh my golly...I know it's highly unrealistic, but jeepers is it fun to draw! She has a green sweater and green eyeshadow to match, along with a headband to represent the lip of the test tube. She has some scars on her face from some of her more dangerous experiments and circular glasses. And she has a butterfly hair clip to represent Bot !! Although her design is more simple than Fan's, I incorporated a lot of long, rounded shapes pretty effectively !! Plus, I just love drawing her lab coat. I intend to give all of them alternate outfits at some point, but I CANNOT LIVE without her super cool coat. It's just so fun...

I love these designs just as much as my Lightbrush ones !! I will have to draw all of them together at some point :)

Anyways, thanks for listening to me yap! Have a nice day and make sure to get enough sleep 💝

[hippiegoth97]

Random Steve Thought #2

A/N: This one really got away from me, sorry lol. But I hope you all enjoy! And Spencer Reid is up next :)

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, sub!steve harrington, dom!reader, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, grinding, jealousy, alcohol use, light violence, praise, dirty talk, groping, cock stroking (not quite handjob), restraints, teasing, edging, kissing

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You've been driving him crazy all night. It's his own fault, really. He's the one who insisted on dragging you to this lame party in the first place. Of course, it's a bit hard to skip out on a rager that's being held at his own fraternity. His 'brothers' wouldn't hear of it when Steve tried to give all the excuses under the sun, exams coming up, a headache, a 'hot date' with a girl that most certainly isn't you. He can't have everyone knowing he's been getting dominated by the campus' resident man-eater every other night, especially not the macho men he happens to board with.

So, here you both are, having a totally miserable time. Well, Steve is, anyway. You, on the other hand, have managed to keep yourself entertained until the appropriate time comes for you to slip away to your dorm. You've got a red plastic cup full of fruit-flavored swill in your hand, the other running lazily along the chest of some random guy you have absolutely no intention of sleeping with. But you giggle at his bad jokes, flutter your eyelashes at him, pretend you give a shit about his trust fund. All while Steve watches you from the other side of the room.

Steve knows you don't have any interest in that douchebag, some jagoff from a different frat house, though he forgets which one. But jealousy burns in his chest all the same, his neck heating up as he can't pry his eyes away from the torturous display. It's not fair, he should be handcuffed to your bed right now, begging for mercy as you toy with his leaking cock at a snail's pace for hours, until you finally grant him release down that seemingly endless throat of yours. Steve clears his own throat at the thought, turning his attention to one of his brothers yapping away about some 'big titty bimbo' he banged last night.

The party goes on for a while, music bumping and beers being chugged away as a sea of bodies fills the middle of the floor. You've brought your conversation partner into the tangle to dance, your eyes finding Steve on the outside of the crowd to make sure he's paying attention. Sure enough, you find his gaze stuck to you, his beer can held firmly in his hand as he observes. His lips are tight and flat, it appears you're getting under his skin. Good. You give him a small smirk, before turning away to focus on your prop of the evening.

The man puts his hands on your hips as you begin to move to the music, firm and possessive right off the bat. You despise men acting like they own you, almost as much as you hate frat parties. But you play along, pretending to be the demure little flower you most definitely aren't. This is all for Steve, to show him what he's missing. For now. You turn yourself around in the man's grip, pressing your back into his chest. Your arms reach behind to wrap casually around his neck to keep him close, leading him to grind with you to the beat of the awful music that's blasting through the speakers.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the moment as you imagine Steve dancing with you instead of this asshole. It's absurdly easy to picture him behind you, holding you tightly as you roll your hips in perfect sync. His strong hands wander over your body, grazing over your tits through your dress, all the way down to your thighs. There's no feeling of ownership in his touch, just admiration. You grind against your stand-in a little harder, quickly noticing his cock poking into your ass. It's not nearly as big as Steve's, which is sadly breaking the illusion for you. You suddenly realize just how stupid this all is, breaking out of the man's grasp. Steve is who you truly want, punishment or not, and you've been here long enough to make a clean exit with him now.

"Hey, where you goin'?" The man asks, stepping forward to reach for your arm.

"Home." You say curtly, snatching yourself away from his grasp.

"What? We were just getting started!" He says angrily, continuing to approach you. "You can't get me all riled up like this, and just walk away!"

"Actually, I can." You say with a laugh, turning to push your way through the crowd and find Steve.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" The man yells, drawing the attention of a few drunk partygoers. He grabs hold of your arm, pulling you towards him roughly.

"Let me go, you creep!" You shout, smacking him across the cheek. Your nail scratches his flesh, making him bleed a little.

Steve's been watching this entire time, which hurt like a bitch, at first. To see you grinding against some other guy, when it should be him. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when you quickly became bored, obviously more interested in finding him and getting the fuck out of here. Of course, your choice in dance partner isn't the type to take 'no' for an answer. Steve's been waiting, thinking you can hold your own. You've told him many times that he doesn't need to 'swoop in and save you', and he never disagreed. But in this moment, it seems you could use some assistance. And he's more than happy to oblige. He cuts through the crowd, heading straight for you.

"Hey, asshole!" Steve says to the jerk who's holding you captive, finding your gaze for a moment. He gives you a subtle nod, and you return it. The other man turns, still gripping your arm so hard it hurts. Without another word, Steve socks him right in the face, sending him to the floor. A few people take notice, though they quickly return to partying after a glazed-over glance at the man on the ground. He'll be fine, they collectively tell themselves. "C'mon." Steve says, taking your hand to lead you out of here.

"Thanks for that." You say once the two of you are outside, ready to make the journey to the dorms.

"Of course." He nods as you start to walk down the sidewalk. "Look, I know you hate all that chivalry stuff-" He starts, but you cut him off.

"No, it's fine, really. You only stepped in because you had to. I'll let it slide...just this once." You say with a giggle, earning a chuckle from his as well.

"Noted." Steve says agreeably.

The trip to the dorms is relatively short, the campus isn't exactly huge. Your feet are very thankful once you reach the brick building, however. The heels you've been wearing haven't exactly been broken in to your liking just yet. You lead Steve to your room, turning the key in the lock and kicking your shoes off once you're inside. Your roommate is out for the night, staying over with her boyfriend in the boys' dorm across the street. Steve sheds his own shoes, and you're on him in a second afterwards.

Your lips press into his hungrily, your hands resting on his chest as you lead him backwards toward the bed. Steve hums against you, already melting into that delightful, fuzzy headspace you've built just for him. A damn kiss really shouldn't affect him so much, but yours are like nothing else he's ever experienced. He falls onto his back as he knees his the edge of the bed, with you climbing on top of his lap while refusing to let him catch his breath.

"Have you learned your lesson about dragging me to bullshit parties, Stevie?" You ask as you pull away, gazing down at him with piercing eyes.

"Yes. I promise, I'll never take you to one again." Steve responds instantly, unable to hide his need for your approval.

"Good boy." You purr, giving him another brief kiss while you grab hold of the hem of his shirt. He sits up for you, and you lift it over his head. The shirt finds its way to the floor, leaving his heaving chest in full view. You admire his gorgeous muscles for a moment, running your hands along his torso. "I will say...it was a little fun to make you jealous. Even if it blew up in my face." You speak softly.

"It worked. I can't stand to see you with anyone else." He replies, his cock already straining beneath you in his jeans. Less than a minute and he's rock hard, that's got to be a record.

"I know, baby. That's why I did it. The look on your face was priceless." You roll your hips over him once, drawing a low groan from his lips. You can practically feel his dick throbbing under you, aware of how desperate he must be to be touched by you. But the fun is just beginning. "Tell me what was going through this pretty little head of yours when you saw me with him." You command as you cup his cheek, your words whispered into the dim light of the room.

"I felt sad...and angry." He starts, earning another roll of your hips against his crotch. His breath catches, his eyes not daring to leave yours. "I know we're not, like, officially together. But I like you so much, and I like what we have." He pauses, realizing how cheesy this sounds.

"So do I, my sweet boy." You coo to him, grinding on him once again. You let out a small moan, the friction making a rather sticky mess of your panties. "Go on, tell me more. Were you thinking about me?" You ask, guiding him further into submission. You want to hear all the dirty things inside his head, what's got him so riled up so easily. It can't all be from your charms, though you'll admit you're quite talented at turning people on.

"Yes. I wanted to blow off that stupid party, and be here with you instead." Steve replies, watching as your hands reach for his belt now. You slowly undo the buckle, expecting him to keep talking. "I thought about you handcuffing me, like you always do." He says through a groan as you give him another small reward of your soaked pussy rubbing along his stiff cock through annoying layers of clothes. You slide his zipper down its track, and he tries to keep his mouth and his brain on the same page. "I thought about how good your mouth feels on me, how wet and warm it is. And -fuck, the way you tease me for what feels like hours." He explains as you finally take his leaking dick out of his jeans and briefs, fisting it roughly in your hand.

"Yeah? You like the way I get you all worked up, 'til you're nearly screaming for me to let you cum?" You question with a wolfish smile, watching the way Steve's brows scrunch into each other and his mouth falls open. You pump his length in your hand, his precum already drooling down to your wrist in a sticky trail.

"Yeah, I love it...so much." He whimpers as you squeeze him hard, making more pearlescent fluid spill out in a helpless dribble.

"Is that what you want me to do to you tonight, baby?" You offer, hoping he says 'yes'. The way he's trying so hard not to squirm, and the pathetic noises he's making are getting you wetter by the second.

"Uh-huh." He nods frantically, his breath coming out ragged as you stroke him rougher and faster. He knows you're only bringing him right to the edge, without letting him fall over it. That won't happen for a good long while. And that's exactly the way he wants it.

"Anything for my good boy. Get the cuffs for me, and we'll get you nice and tied up." You order, releasing his dick from your grip. He whines at the loss, but obeys your instructions. He locates the handcuffs, giving them to you and laying down to get in position. You straddle his thighs as you click the cuffs in place, the links stuck between the slats on your bedframe. You gaze down at him one final time, his cock still out, stiff and dripping all over his mound of hair and stomach. "Look at you, already such a mess." You tut, cocking your head to the side teasingly. "Let's see how much messier we can get."

[your-ne1ghbor]

Now...we can't have a anniversary if we don't have funny shenanigans going on (Featuring the Evil Royal Couple)

(Technically part 1 ig lol I did the asks first :3)

(How Agatha and Magnus met basically in a nutshell)

You thought Magnus pulled Agatha? Nah, Agatha pulled him 👹

Them Before the Incident is pretty much:

"Do you want to get into some Tomfoolery together?" as they look at each other like:

And then they got into Tomfoolery:

(ignore mag's color pallet i was messing around)

And Ofc, I cannot forget their fear of stars-

(DW Asha will get her own post lol)

Btw it does not matter if your star wont hurt a fly. Their extreme paranoia says: Star = destroyer of Worlds = will eliminate kingdom, must stop it (or panik before)

They have came a long way from...well whatever the fuck I was doing back in the begining where I was just sharing ideas and brainstorming early on-

(Their reaction to that script I never finished storyboarding)

Also I kid you not, draft (or the Magnifico you have seen from my older posts which aren't that cannon anymore possibly) MAGNUS IS LIKE A FUCKING TERRORIST-

Meanwhile, Magnus now is just: "And all I hear are screams......."

Needless to say, Terrorist Magnus would find it a massive skill issue As Magnus now would toss him off a cliff-

What is also pretty funny for comparison is that draft Magnus was pretty similar to WoaS Magnifico as Draft WoaS Magnifico was pretty close to Magnus now. How is that even possible? I will never know-

Now for Agatha, I can pretty much say not much has changed, other than depth to the character, and putting more thought into how I want to present her. However I'd say draft Agatha's design was horse crap. Its so bad like what the hell is this outfit? OUTRAGEOUS

That's why her redesign is better. She is a slaying queen ✨(in both ways of the term)

However I MIGHT have to update her outfit since I her to be able to access her potions more easily instead of it being on a belt, so Im deciding between a cape that holds her potions or another part of her dress that stores them. Im not doing it now, since I still like the outfit and I like drawing her in it, but I might have to for functionality lol.

As Magnus design...look I'm not sure how I want to design it, other than it being very similar to this concept art:

(which funny enough is my fav outfit of him lol)

Anyways uhhh yeah-

Well then lets drop some random facts about them with no context whatsoever:

Magnus still has self taught himself Magic.

Agatha has self taught herself Alchemy (which is just...imagine evil scientist in the basement conducting devilish experiments lmao).

Magnus is fairly good with swords, but excells with spears (since his staff somewhat opperates like one I'd imagine).

Agatha was a great Archer (empathize on was.)

There are reasons for why Magnus/Agatha are assigned to these weapons, since it ties into their character.

Magnus/Agatha are secret nerds.../hj

Mention History/Herbology to them, they will yap to you for hours.

Okayyyyy time to move onto the next post B)

And now take some silly angst/i think there was always something wrong with them/short king reveal

.........my shayla.....

...there is something wrong with them I tell you what-

(concept)

omg height reveal (im between 5'11 and 6'0 ft as Agatha is Basically close to Cannon Mag's height lol)

Okay I'mma go to sleep its 12:20 am bru but I'll be back 😈

OLD STAR BOY PIC WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE....but it matches my mood rn sigh

[mono-dot-jpeg]

nap time - k. leona

summary; being sent into this world wasn't so bad. at least you found people like you.

genre/extra tags; jaguar hybrid! reader, reader is mc but not really???, grim is their child and reader refuses to accept it, cat habits instilled into humans, fluff, comedy, consensual violence as affection, reader has vitiligo that looks like jaguar spots but i never address it in the story, reader is referred to as mc and prefect

word count; 1.07k

[gender neutral reader] [can be romantic or platonic? idk]

a/n; hey lol, i write for twst now ig. i wont do it often bc i think i havent grasped some of the characters well enough. but i'll take some requests

and im also on a stardew valley grind for this month so... not really playing twst often. but nonetheless, hope you enjoy. i wrote this thinking abt tank the jaguar. love that big cat fr.

anyways insert obligatory leona nap time fanfic.

you were quite glad that you landed in a different world where beastmen/hybrids were just common occurance. it's not like you didn't have them before you got here, they were just not as common in your past home. though, you've been here for a while, can you even call your old world, home?

if you were being honest, you found a new home with the savanaclaw dorm. despite being a more solitary animai, you found some comfort in the other beastman. though ruggie liked to annoy you in your times of silence, you consider him a good friend. jack was nice, he was awkward at times but he meant well. but you were much more interested in leona.

something about being so similar yet so different attracted you to him. and also the fact that grim was more than willing to let you be friends with leona if it meant free cans of tuna and money.

but you really like the moments you had with leona.

it was an unlucky day really. having to wake up to attend class, terrible. having to drag grim by the scruff to wake up, little brat gets an extra 5 minutes while you have to actually get ready. and then losing grim because... why would he listen to you for more than 5 minutes? sounded more like a normal day than you liked to admit.

"hey. herbivore." he chuffs. while it's typically a nice greeting between your shared kind with leona, you can't help but think it's more teasing than usual.

"i'm in the same family and genus as you. who are you calling herbivore?" you grunted. you bat at his arm once, causing the male to snicker.

"i believe you're looking for an annoying little cat?"

"myah! i'm not a cat!" you hear the familiar squeal of your tiny companion. "i don't want to go to class!" he's hanging by his scruff and being held by leona who's looking over at you in amusement.

"well, you cost us half an attendance mark!" you swipe him from leona's grip, pressing a hand against his cheek. "you can't just do what you please all the time! if i could, i would be sleeping right now!" you huffed. you turn to leona, who was watching you as if it was an interesting tv show, "thanks for finding him. i'm getting sick of chasing him all the time."

"ironic for a jaguar. don't you like the chase, being fast and all?" leona chuckles as you give him a pointed glare.

your arms soon cradle grim properly while your hand stays against the back of grim's neck. the loud cat yowls, "stop grabbing me there! myah!"

you ignore the small cat to answer the big cat, "i'm not that fast!"

he gives you a look, "jack thinks otherwise."

"jack is a wolf, completely different species!" you two bicker. but there's a growing grin on leona's face as you both start walking, grim wrapped up in your arms. "you better not leave this time, grim." he grumbles, eventually stopping his twisting and turning and gets comfortable in your arms. "as i said before, we're from the same genus, so naturally, we're gonna be built similar. but you're a big lazy cat who naps all day. of course you're gonna be slower than me!"

"for someone who is a solitary animal, you sure yap a lot. maybe you should be a chihuahua instead." his pointer and middle finger move to pinch your cheek for a second. "you like to scold me a lot. you're starting to sound like ruggie."

"you like being just as troublesome as grim." with a free hand, you push the side of leona's head.

"hey!" the cat shouts, offended.

"you need to relax a bit. i'm sure you're stressed out, right? grim doesn't really do much to help."

"so mean! and why does my henchman get to rest but i can't?!" grim whines. you shake your head.

"i'm not resting anytime soon. i have a lot to do. mostly just keeping grim in line but... no rest for me yet." you give a weary smile. "maybe later, i'll come by the gardens to see you." you hummed.

he huffs, "get someone else to care for grim. you need rest." you can't even say hi to your friends as leona grabs grim and tosses him to your friends, who are just as confused as you are.

"you didn't have to toss grim like that!" you slap the back of leona's head, "and i'll be fine!" you walk over to the adeuce duo, only to get tugged away again. you're tempted to throw hands as leona continues to have the audacity to try to get you to rest.

"the teachers like you anyways, you can skip one class to rest. we all know how biased crewel is when it comes to you." with enough bickering between you two, you make it to the gardens. the sun is warm against your skin as you huffed.

"do i really need to rest during classes?! i could just sleep after school!"

"do you really want to nap in your dorm, prefect?" he's already laying down on a comfortable spot. you stare at the already sleepy beastman, who only stares back as if to challenge you. it takes about two minutes for you to fold. might as well as this point. you grovel over in defeat as leona smiles smugly at your behavior.

you sort of force your way into his arms and rest your back against his chest, to which he presses his face to your neck. you can hear him chuffing. you can't help but comment, "you're chuffing an awful lot. sounds like you care for me. ack-!" his hand reaches over to your face, pressing his palm under your chin to tilt your head up.

"talking too much for a jaguar." your eyes are forced to stare into his own for a moment before he lets go and gets comfy. "just sleep." his face is buried against your head as he starts to fall asleep.

"well, you never denied it." you snicker as you turn to face him. "i don't know much about lions but something tells me you like me." he opens one eye to look at your cheeky smile.

"yeah, i do." he moves to kiss your forehead, "you're stupider than i thought, you should've figured it out sooner."

you can feel blood rushing to your face as you stammer, "y-you can't just drop that out of nowhere!" it's too late to scold him as he's already asleep.

[lumdays]

Hihi!!! Tis the season to ask holiday themed asks!! Assuming the world of TWST celebrates winter holidays, do your OCs celebrate any holidays? If so, what are some things they like to do?

Thank you!!

I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE AAA😭😭

PAST

nico is pretty indifferent to holidays, it's a day just like any other to them. but they can see the appeal, objectively. so they do participate in activities if prompted to do so (amur). but they HATE the cold (it's almost like it killed their mom, their dad AND their sisters😹😹) so they tend to bundle themselves AND their friends up before going outside if they can't just stay indoors

agatha never really experienced holidays for herself back when she was a kid, but she's always been envious of the other children running around and having fun... which is why she’s very eager to celebrate now! she'll try out anything she can get her hands on, she does end up being a little bit of a try-hard but she's lazy usually so this is a somewhat positive change. anyway, she's having fun so it's alright

cue amur dragging her friends to go out and play! she loooves holidays! whether it's on land or underwater, she doesn’t care at! all! holidays are holidays and they're theeeee beeeeest, though she enjoys going out (for like, snowball fights and the likes. yes she does this the second it starts to get cold, even when it's not anywhere near the holidays yet), she also loves decorating christmas trees, it's the artist in her! (the tree looks AWFUL, but no one has the heart to tell her so. she proceeds to decorate the trees of everyone in the vicinity, she has to be stopped before she goes decorating all the trees in the forest nearby as well)

PRESENT

siyun sleeps in. big deal for someone who's usually up and about by 5 am. MORE SERIOUSLY, uhhh siyun sorta dislikes holidays. well it's more of a numb feeling than full on dislike, but it's definitely not love and not quite indifference. holidays weren't particularly good news back in their world either, but they usually powered through it with a smile ("hey! i managed to live long enough to see these lights fifteen years in a row! lol"). holidays were a handy way to locate themselves on the calendar, but things are different in twisted wonderland. they're lost and they have no idea how to get back on track, which greatly bothers them and their mild appreciation for holidays considerably soured (they did manage to get out of bed by 10 am and trudge through the day with their friends back on earth, give it another hour or two in twisted wonderland)

FUTURE

flos likes holidays! she tends to gravitate towards mer festive customs (??? i'll find something later) but she's a simple girl and if her friends wanna do something else then she doesn't mind! but do NOT expect her to do everything the right way, she WILL build a gingerbread house with 90% icing and 5% gingerbread (she ate the other 5%). part of her doesn’t really know what to do and is winging it, the remaining half of her just finds it funny

taglist 🤑🤑🤑🤑(SORRY IT'S JUST ME YAPPING)

@elenauaurs @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @heyhellohihowareyou @distant-velleity @bunniehunn @jadelover69 @theleechyskrunkly @sickle-stick @angelwishess @nemisisnemi @chillygourami

[amoransia]

Really late, but here's my ekuoto chapter 70 commentary. Nothing special, just me freaking out. You know. The usual.

Watch out for spoilers!

Dante got a very special dialogue balloon with "..." in it. Which is curious to me. I'm sure it means some sort of reflection or surprise happening within him; I really want to what he's thinking. How do you feel? Knowing that the that child you were entrusted can't even bear to be awake anymore? That he runs to escapism? Must suck. Anyway.

On the other hand, dearest Daniel is real composed. Good job on getting info out of Belphegor. That's not really a high bar, though lmao... I mean, how are you a demon and can't LIE? Embarrassing... Go back to demon high school or something. Fall from grace again! The whole premise of your existence is being a lying thing that leads people to sin, and you're here having communication issues??? Dude. That's so moe.

Everyone thinking Belph's got something up his sleeve is fucking hilarious. No. Sorry. He's not Kira or anything like that. It's not all according to his "keikaku". He's just kinda dumb and suffers from Villain Monologue Syndrome...

Him saying "my witch", though... ough! (takes critical hit)

Really funny how he showed him off sleeping and everything. Why are you bragging? Is this something to show off? I guess it is for you... I'd be embarrassed if all my coworkers suddenly saw me sleeping on a plasma 100" inch TV, though. Maybe have a little consideration! Also, I don't think anyone's mentioned this before, but I think it's a cool detail that Priest's in a fetal position. Not only does this position bring one comfort, but it can also represent how he's about to be "reborn" as a witch of Sloth. The sphere he's sleeping in can kinda be a uterus, right?

Belphegor and Mikhail replying to each other while Leah was suffering out of confusion was funny. She got the straight man role forced onto her. Miha's "I see!" was cute. Very casual, as if he wasn't talking to a Demon Lord lol. To be fair, Bel is not really intimidating.

Meanwhile, Vir is busy trying to lead his shounen manga team to victory... (or not really.) They'll definitely get some piece of Belphegor though. I wonder what it'll be... he doesn't have anything like Asmodeus' eyes sticking out, so this is a mystery to me.

Me when I get excited about an interest of mine and end up yapping too much

Dante and Vergilius are heading to the same place, so they'll meet up again... I'm looking forward to the mess that comes out of that 👀.

Imuri needs to step up her game, or I'll be taking matters into my own hands because this is ridiculous. Femme Fatale? Wtf are you talking about. Fraudmuri. The Demon Lord of Fraud. Her true title.

Her biggest crime so far is being more in love with the idea of being in love with Priest than actually caring for him. Does that make sense? So far, she hasn't done any effort in actually coming to know him. She needs to KNOW!!!! At least I can respect that she also takes male rivals seriously... and her aggressiveness towards them. Lole.

She doesn't call Priest "sleepyhead" in the JP raws. I don't really mind the addition, but I thought it was worth noting here anyway. Makes it cute.

"It'll be over soon" Naw bro Imuri is coming at you with a fucking sledgehammer. Watch out.

Tiny Imuri is so fawking cute. I've been craving these Imuri flashbacks for forever because we know virtually nothing about her. What moves her. Why does she long to love!! We'll know in due time, I guess. But please show me a bit of it, Aruma-sensei...

Asmodeus being considerate enough to make sexual things vague to Imuri is nice, but it confuses me a bit. Well. I shan't dwell on it, lest my head blows up.

Imuri seems to have some complex about being a demon with no demon power, because she keeps asserting that she is a demon? Am I explaining this properly? Like in this chapter (ch.70) and chapter 3.

Anywho.

Imuri imagining the BL route... save me... my fucking sides... I burst out laughing the first time my eyes laid on that panel. True to her succubus nature, she didn't even consider the possibility of them using blood or whatever else instead of straight-up KISSING. Those are still bodily fluids, right?? Calm down, girl! Stay put!!!

"I'm not letting his first kiss go to some guy that just appeared!!" HE'S BEEN THERE FOR A DECADE! YOU ARE THE NEWCOMER!!! IMURI, GIRL!! You absolute buffoon! Clown, even!

Whew. Lmao.

This arc also feels like a callback to that one "sleeping beauty" comment from chapter 3.

...except their roles have switched.

This time, Imuri will be the one kissing Father on the cheek to wake him up, and it'll be so, so cute. Trust. Trust me. This will happen. (Going insane).

Go and make him your witch, Imuri... Dew it... Make a move... (screaming and crying)

[mako-doodles101]

Yo got any of your own bootheng/henghill hcs to share with the class? 👀

WAH- HELLO YES I DO???? WHDBNE

BUT BEFORE ANYTHING

(these headcanons are all purely platonic cause I genuinely prefer to think of them like that ngl :))

N E WAYS BOOTHILL AND DAN HENG HCS:

Yes I know I made a whole art about how boothill carries dh whenever he could but like lemme emphasize that this is only a Boothill Privilege™

Dh showing him something in his book: "so you see bla bla bla-"

Boothill who couldn't be bothered to kneel to Dan Heng's level: *scoops him up*

Dan heng:....

Dan Heng: you know you could hold the book if you want

Boothill: nah

Dan Heng: ...fine

On the other hand Dan Heng would absolutely deck any other person who tries to carry him in anyway shape or form (caelus he is looking at you)

Alright listen Boothill used to be a dad and Dan Heng grew up in the shackling prison with no contact whatsoever so what I am saying is boothill found out Dan Heng likes dad jokes and uses that knowledge WHENEVER

*boothill and Dan Heng investigating something and boothill sees stairs*

Boothill: Ya know.... I never trust stairs....

Dan Heng: ....what?

Boothill: ....cause they're always up to something

Dan Heng:

Dan Heng: *snort*-

It makes boothill always proud whenever he can pull one if these

Boothill actually knows a lot about machines and stuff (cause... Y'know) and sometimes yaps about them to Dan Heng

Dan Heng actually took interest in this sunject and records whatever boothil says if it wasn't already recorded in the data bank

(Dan Heng fell asleep once hile boothill was talking about them but only because he was too sleep deprived and hasn't slept in days and boothill is nice company)

(boothill wasn't mad, in fact he was quite pleased the guy finally slept he looked dead on his feet)

After boothill leaves Dan Heng sometimes even goes to welt to ask him about stuff he doesn't understand concerning machines and welt happily explains them which causes some bonding moments cause found family stuff is my JAM u-u

Boothill knows how to play a lot of instruments (guitar/ harmonica/ ukulele/ etc-) (i don't know most instruments forgive me 😔)

He taught Dan Heng how to play ukulele at some point

Whenever boothill visits he just grabs Dan Heng and leaves and no one is phased at this point

*boothill visiting the express and tb greets him*

Tb: are you gonna stay here for a while?

Boothill: I'd love yo, mate but I gotta get something real quick from the express and then maybe I'll stay for a whole

Boothill: *gets into the parlor car*

Boothill: *gets into the archives and rumages a bit*

Boothill: *gets out of the archives with Dan Heng on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes* Well, I'll be right back!

Tb, hemiko and welt who got used to this: sure!

Pompom, also used to this: BRING HIM BEFORE DINNER!

March, who still DIDN'T get used to this: .....

March doesn't get payed enough for this

Dan Heng actually doesn't KNOW a lot of swear words (he knows the basics lol) so sometimes boothill says a swear that doesn't fit into what Dan heng knows so he goes the data bank to look up for what boothill meant

Hemiko found out about this one day and she gave boothill A Discussion™ about how to not use so much colorful language around the others

Boothill shudders everytime he remembers said Discussion™

Aight I think that's actually all I have for now teehee~

[sheeezu]

smth really weird happened recently. i was lying in bed, pretty much awake by then but just trying to go back to sleep (yes, at 10AM) since it was a Saturday. But suddenly, I found myself in a security line for some boarding school move-in, where they had me throw away some candy i had left in my pocket. at this point i was aware i wasn’t in my cr but still actively trying to figure out whether it was a lucid dream or not. like, it felt so real, but i couldn’t process the situation at at hand whatsoever. usually when i become lucid, i’m 100 percent sure it’s a dream and i even start getting kicked out, like i have to fight to stay in but usually fail, but in this case, i was secure inside, the idea of going back didn’t even come to me for a solid moment.

anyways, once we got past the security, i was handed a card with my room number, my roommates, and the name of the school, elmwood academy. i went to my room and found that it had a view of the sunrise/sunset (didn’t know what time), with the school grounds beneath. my roommates started coming in, and i noticed there weren’t enough beds for the four-ish people shown, a mistake from the administrators. we continued exploring the dorm and went to the bathroom, where this desi girl with a ponytail started talking about setting ground rules for the dorm or something.

i was still taking this all in. i actually tried licking the carpet to ground myself (even though i was completely grounded) and it tasted… like carpet. clean carpet, thankfully. i could feel the texture of it on my tongue. i started thinking about my cr and if this was a shift, when i suddenly teleported into another world, a forest, following some woman. i licked the dirt i was standing on again, and she told me to get moving. i woke up in my bed after that.

i’m sure the forest part was a dream sequence, but idk what that first part was. maybe i shifted, but thinking about my cr made me accidentally shift back into my cr dreams, then i woke up. perhaps it was all a dream, but i don’t think so. it felt too different for that, too real. still don’t know, but i’ll take it as a win. sorry for yapping lol

p.s. can i be your 🚁 anon?

I'll call that a shift!

And im sorry, getting on the ground to lick carpet/dirt is so hilarious to me

Anyways, reallllllyyyyyyyy cool experience, and yes, 🚁!

[deifyruby]

actually gonna go crazy! i have SO MUCH, to say about uu's finale. first of all, wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wwtf my heart rate spiked when i got the notifs like oh my god it's HERE. i actually tweaked out for a solid ten minutes after, sitting and procrastinating the videos but aye, i got there eventually!

now, i have only finished parrot's, so sorry wemmbu. i kinda want to sleep tonight. <3

anyway thots thots thots. i'm just gonna pull out my live tweeting and remember everything i wanted to yap about lmao. needless to say, spoilers for doomsday! also, please don't expect this to be like a smart analysis based off of the length, i'm just condensing my live tweets and yapping LOL.

1. horace altman.

the beginning was strong. like wow. what happened to hello, how are you? we get the squad, old friendly faces in jumper and derapchu, horace making a bomb ass base— things are looking up! until horace pulls up the invis pot and goes on a whole vent about parrot's unkept promises. horace's only condition in exchange of doing all those builds for free was to preserve them, to keep them safe. parrot broke that condition when end civ was conquered and— rebuilt? with different materials. horace was also let down when the farlands civ fell to the mafia.

do i blame parrot? i mean. not really. parrot really intended to keep end civ safe, and it really could have worked out if not for the mafia, and iirc, at that point in time they were only just discovering the invis mafia was even a thing. farlands civ? parrot also did his best. he reformed the warriors faction, and they fought their hardest to fend the mafia off, they were just overpowered by the sheer numbers and power that the farlands civ just, didn't have. horace also seems to think parrot brought the mafia to them, but the mafia had always set their eyes on the farlands civ. parrot was doing what was best, and the best wasn't enough, but it was the best he could do.

(not to mention the warriors faction was incredibly corrupt and quite unreliable, so they were cooked regardless. it was just a matter of time).

do i blame horace? no. nah. i don't blame parrot, but i also understand why horace is disheartened. his builds are destroyed time and time again, when all he wants is a legacy. his friends, his fellow builders. many who either died to the mafia's attack on the farlands civ, or surrendered and became part of the mafia. to horace, parrot doesn't look like someone capable of protecting him, his legacy, and his friends.

but here's comes the kicker: horace ditches district 13th. he does it out of nowhere after showing the rebellion around, and while everyone is cheering for the new base that horace built. I THOUGHT IT WAS STRANGE. why do all this? building this huge base for the rebellion then ditching? you're not even gonna snitch the coords of the base? and that's because i freaking forgot the detail that when ash dies, he takes the mafia with him (not metaphor). when wifies pointed this out i actually tweaked out bro. it all made sense now. horace didn't ditch the rebellion to join the mafia because he was sick of parrot or had a change of heart towards the mafia, why would he??? they killed his friends, for fuck's sake. but they also coerced some of them into becoming mafia members. MEANING that when ash dies, his friends die too. horace doesn't want a hand in a plan that will end up killing his friends, and the mafia even promises horace that he can preserve his legacy with them. killing ash off is objectively the good thing to do. heck, it's probably what horace wants too. that's why horace built this gigantic base before ditching! he could have left any time, but he left after the base was already built.

horace doesn't like the mafia, but he loves his people more. he becomes mafia so that when ash dies, horace dies along his people who were coerced into becoming mafia. HORACE. THE MAN THAT YOU ARE WHAT THE HELL.

2. parrot.

"they're all evil", "they all deserve to die" and how quick he kills and attacks people he perceives to be on the mafia's side. THIS FASCINATED ME.

like, parrot, WHAT HAPPENED TO DEANTHEBEAN9. but it kinda makes sense. he trusted and cared for dean, and because of the mafia, dean was put in a tough spot where he either died, or had to leak parrot and wifies' coords to the mafia. then, everything is settling down, parrot and dean are awkward and not there yet, but parrot's willing to give dean a chance again after the war, and dean wants parrot to trust him. until dean fucking dies. by parrot's hand no less (unintentionally though).

i still haven't really wrapped my head around how parrot would have this 180 about the mafia members. one of his most memorable interactions with a mafia member is with dean, a guy who was deceived into the mafia and who parrot tries so, so hard to protect. then he turns around and says that all mafia members are evil, that they had a choice. and that's stupid, no offense. wifies himself has to reason with parrot. i still find it fascinating though, you can see parrot changing when he's put under pressure like this. think of when clown was hunting parrot down, and how parrot slowly changed throughout the video in the small ways. just saying stuff you'd raise a brow at, but not really anything outright horrific and out of character that raises alarm bells. i think dean twisted something inside parrot when he died.

need to think this one a bit more, but if u guys have actual smart thots on this pls lmk pls pls pls.

3. the spoke scavenger hunt.

& wifies STILL doesn't know what he got chunkbanned for. the reason being nothing. just spoke being silly. the way neither parrot or spoke give context when mapicc asks for it though. 😭 i wonder why parrot hasn't told wifies yet. maybe he felt bad, because parrot chose that secret over wifies, just for that secret to not even exist. ooooooooo guilty conscience parrot. spoke? he probably just didn't want to make himself look bad LOL. i don't think he avoided the topic because of a guilty conscience.

4. SILLY THOTS I DON'T WANNA EXPAND ON (i wanna sleep help god save me i'm waking up early tmr).

clown: "because i'm not afraid to be seen."

THATS SM AURA. STOP IT. actually him, the legend, whatever bro.

i wanna note that parrot never has rockets. wifies is his personal doraemon im crying.

copy pasting myself: i dont trust yusai. only has stone shit, but didn't get the iron achievement— and parrot just killed him while i was typing omg.

ngl guys, i didn't think imajesticrose was gonna be important. to which i now remember something that happened with beckytron and a diamong trim... oh my god. i just had a realization. whatever, scrapping it, i was gonna say that i originally thot ash assigned a hit on rose solely to test 'fish bucket's will and drive to do dirty work, even if it implies harming an innocent player. given how, yknow, the whole thing preventing fish bucket from being promoted was that he 'didn't have the guts to kill'. tbf rose seemed to be pretty innocent even if she probably had some connection to the withering, so there's that. which btw, tf even happened to the withering. spoke pls upload soon i beg.

WATO APPRECIATION POST HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE VOICE ACTING ACTUALLY GUTTED ME!!!

everyone leaving district 13th and only wifies staying.

"wifies, please don't."

the way parrot pleaded ooooohhhh my god. gonna tweak out a third time. or fourth. idk something like that. anyways, i knew internal conflict was gonna bite district 13th's ass one day. and it happened! my og prediction wasn't exactly it, but close enough. i think we could all feel it though.

the fucking no pants pp reference okay whatever PARROTX2. the way spoke reCOILED was so fucking funny though. 😭 is he allergic to gluten.

whatever this was. which btw. i'm coping! i am an advocator for clone lore being canon based off of one line wifies said months ago to dean about being a clone that may or may not have been just a throwaway line for funsies winsies but i choose to believe wifies transferred his data to a back up body and he's alive and well! he's just taking a bit to wake up! thanks for reading! no ',' intended! it's supposed to be read all at once while you run out of breath! i wanna cry!

anyway, that was my little yap sesh. it's literally just me gushing about it, sorry for anyone expecting smth intellectual i am a silly goober at heart.

good job to everyone who worked on uu, and especially wato with their s tier voice acting that was crazy as fuck. made me wanna tear my hair out /pos. sounding so wretched and gutted was even more special because of how wato is usually so composed and put together. he has a goddamn suit. it screams orderly. the conflict between following ken or staying with parrot and wifies, and then when wato finds out wifies died. SOMEONE PLEASE ASK WATO ON HER DISCORD WHAT WATO THOUGHT OF WIFIES' DEATH pls and thank u. <3

[sketchy-lizards]

Some Jessie Sketches <3

Character info under the cut

I will like to note that her lore isn’t super Historically accurate. Which isn’t that much of a problem but it kinda bugs me…

The short version is she was built in 1959 as a red caboose. Painted in the C&O blue / yellow livery in 1969. Chessie system formed in 1973 and she became the Jessie we know today.

The long version

She was built in 1959. Most of the other cabooses who worked around her were built much earlier around the 1920-1930’s. So she felt like she had to work extra hard to prove herself.

As the 60’s rolled by she went from a hardworking hopeful to a jaded pessimist. Dieselization took a lot of her friends, and if that wasn’t bad enough there have been several unexplainable crashes (I wonder if CBs C&O sticker has anything to do with that? *wink wink). When she was repainted Blue in 1969 it ironically reflected how she felt.

By 1973 there was more hope for rolling stock. Not a lot but it was there. Railway museums and preservation organizations were getting more common. Old rolling stock had a chance to live a life after they were no longer useful to the railroad.

When Chessie system formed she decided it was time for a renewal. With a repaint and a few repairs, Jessie felt brand new.

I’m definitely projecting onto her current self so the best to describe her is “cringe but free”. She spent too much time much time being held back by her own brain and now she’s just accepting things and letting herself live.

When Cabooses were replaced with EOTs in the 80’s, Jessie found a nice Museum to retire too. I don’t know about y’all but almost every railway museum I have been to has had a cat, and I want Jessie to have that life lol. Stretched out in the sun, watching the clouds, sleeping all day.

I’m trying to think how she fits into cannon. I guess she could ride at the back of excursion trains that take people to see the races. So she’s just hanging out, talking to people, making friends, harassing people with trivia. Thats probably what I would be doing.

Anyway I’m done yapping lol

[lalasworld2x]

Reading with Shredder

• He isn’t the biggest fan of reading to be honest

• He doesn’t necessarily find it boring, he’s smart enough to know it isn’t boring. It’s just not really his thing. He would rather spend time doing more productive things for the business and alliances.

• But if you’re ready a good action or thriller book, he wouldn’t mind reading the more interesting pages.

• He does love hearing you yap about your favourite books.

• He doesn’t necessarily understand why authors would get caught up in controversy. He’s thought process is more like ‘if you don’t like what’s written, don’t read it’

• In saying that, he doesn’t mind having innocent little debates with you on the morals of some authors and whether they deserve the hate and such. Even if you didn’t want a debate and just wanted to rant about an author you hated, he doesn’t care.

• He’ll read the news of course, just to stay up to date on his enemies and any possible opportunities.

• After having a baby, he would love to read children’s books to the bub of course! Probably not for very long, but if it benefits the child’s mind and learning, why wouldn’t he want to participate in that?!

• Speaking of the baby, he would probably teach the child to read pretty early and try to move to older books as soon as possible. He wants this baby to be smart! You tell him to relax and just let the baby learn at their own pace.

• He doesn’t care much for horror books. If it’s something horror related, which he doesn’t care much for anyways, he would rather watch it than have to think about how scary it is. Him being a literal super villain, not much scares him anyways.

• If you or Karai asked for a book, he’d still get it for you guys. I don’t think he would ask too many questions unless the title sounded awfully suspicious…

• He loves watching your peaceful face as you read before bed or read during your free time. If you’re sitting outside, he’s mesmerised at how the sun shines on your face and lights up your focused eyes.

• He’ll invite you to sit with him in the throne room and read, whether that be on his lap or on the arm rest of the chair, or just whatever.

• Sometimes he’ll ask you to read to him before bed if you’re comfortable with that. If you start to feel shy or embarrassed, he’ll tease you and encourage you to do it. (If you genuinely refuse to, he’ll stop and probably won’t ask again lol). He just loves the sound of your voice, it’ll put him to sleep.

• He does find it decently interesting to read about history, but he would probably skip parts of a book instead of reading it the whole way through. It would also have to be a history event that he’s very keen on learning about, otherwise he’ll just ask someone to explain it to him or look up a short answer on the internet.

Silly goofy bonus:

If another super villain ever published a book on how to be the most successful villain, that will become Shredder’s number 1 favourite book of all time lol

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masterlist

[m0th-t33th]

can you tell me more about chairman rose x giovanni like do you have more to yap about them because i see the vision and would love to hear more if you have more

okay yeah so like. they totally started out as just plain business partners. rose has so much control over all of galar adn giovanni wants some of that yaknow.... and gio is absolutely goign to do whatever it takes to get that power for himself, yeah? but then all of a sudden theres feelings involved and its. they end up dating. Maybe not DATING dating mayve like a situationship but its Something. right.

so its just. gios kind of trying to manipulate rose to like. get more info and stuff. probs wants to know about the eternatus plans and its like. Well rose let me take you out for a drink:) hoping that if he gets rose drunk enough he;ll then spill some secrets.

WRONG

rose, the stupid idiot, catches a crush like so fast. like almost immediately. and so hes gonna assume gios like. offering to take him on a date. instead of just... drinks as friends LOL so hes nervous and doesnt actually drink as much as gio wanted so he just.

Second Date.

rose. gets kinda drunk this time. gio is like 'ohohho yes tell me your plans for this god sleeping under the region' but rose, god bless him, doesnt spill secrets. Instead hes just kind of stupidly flirting and being like ;man... youre so pretyt:/' and giovanii is just like. Well this wasnt my plan but i can work with this.

so they get Closer. giovanni is still trying to get info from rose. he EVENTUALLY does, but by that time hes kind of like ... caught feelijgs back. BUT HE WONT ADMIT THAT!!!!!!!!!! and its causing issues back in kanto/johto because hes been in galar for so long that the rocket guys are like. kind of in shambles.

& something smething by the time giovanni can strike with stealing eternatus for himself and whatever hes kind of. Lost the motivation becayse he kinda Likes Rose. More than hed admit.

meanwhile this entire time rose has been gossiping with oleana like 'woaw hes so niceys...' and oleana is like. Rose My Friend he is trying to kill you dead. but she doesnt actually say that. she does try warn him but rose doesnt listen because. Well. Why would he? gio has been nice to him this far. AND he can handle himself and is prepared to like. cover up scandals and whatever if need be LOL.

this is very messy and whatever but this is kind of how i see the events going about. ALSO forgot to say but rose is absolutely planning to use team rocket like as a sevret card too before he. caught feelings. like in case everythig went to shit he would haave rocket to fall back on as an ally but. Yea.

anyway idk. i caught this bug from my lovely mutual on here @//medichamcham (no tag because i. dont want to bother him but you should totally check her out he does such good yummy art of the two.) and shes the one who made their ship name too (orbitshipping)

uhhh. Ya. theyre fun idk. gross old business men mutually trying to use each other and instead get in a kind of situationship and dont wanna. fuck each other over anymore. Lol

[veifei]

kiss me anyway and grief's sharpened teeth for the game,,,,, huge eyesemojis

THANK YOU FIR THE ASK MARI <33

ok so kiss me anyway (working title, taken from a lyric from lizzy mcalpine's method acting, which i was and tbh still am Obsessed with) is essentially my post s2 fic in which 1) cxs Finds Out 2) time trio take a fucking break and go on a mini holiday somewhere. maybe the mountains (emotionally though there are no breaks cos. well point one). because i am an all vibes no plot writer the details are all *waves hand* and its not got Many words either but i would like to revisit it, because i'm interested in writing something with a slow paced, slice of life backdrop wile all these complicated emotions bubble to the surface-- cxs reckoning with finally knowing the truth and trying to process all that, along with the way he feels about lu guang — and how lu guang feels about him, and what he's been willing to do for that love. i was working on this a bit before yingdu, and while i was getting a feel for the characters, so some of the dialogue i've written is a little off the mark now, but here's a small non dialogue bit i like:

Lu Guang's mundane nightmares make up most of his dreams — not of that day, but a million others. An empty shop, a message left unread, a feigned smile and looming dread, the dying light in the sunroom at dusk, knowing he won't be back. 

as for grief's sharpened teeth...hehehe you've read some snippets before but i will yap cos i am having many thoughts about it. it is the obligatory post yingdu xia fei crash out fic, in which xf 'breaks in' to vein's penthouse in search of clues and well. he just has a bad time instead and falls into memories of the past. i'm hoping that it will have a sort of fluid, loose quality to it and that the non linear structure Works but i'm having fun regardless with writing these vignettes and moments veifei share with one another! another fun thing is that i have unknowingly connected this fic to this time, always (previous vf fic i wrote, where xf gets drunk goes to a bar and calls vein to pick him up LMAO)-- not in an obvious way mind you, but thematically they work well in conversation with one another and have moments and motifs which parallel the other. ESPECIALLY the endings...i think reading this time, always will make the ending of sharpened teeth even worse for the heart <3

(and because I'm not Actually that evil i kind of want to write a third fic in this series for veifei reunion purposes but i haven't figured out the details so i will shush for now)

here's a small small snippet from what i just wrote last night, it is Slightly suggestive (also i was literally fighting to stay awake so it's not my best LOL)

Once, he woke up before Vein—this being a rarity of the highest order. So often, Xia Fei would sleep and let Vein have his way, slip in and out of consciousness and hand his body over to his boss, trusting his hands to be tender. Xia Fei, still half asleep himself, rolled to his side to get a good look at Vein's features, smoothed out in sleep. There was no pinch in his brows or sly smile, his hair loose and fanned out on the silken pillow, while his chest rose with each steady breath he exhaled. Close enough to hear him, to smell sweat and smoke, Xia Fei reached out a hand, intent on touching Vein the way he'd touched him many times before. He could have done all sorts of things, but Xia Fei ghosted his fingertips over Vein's face, barely getting to cup his cheek with his palm before his wrist was caught.

again thank uuu for the ask i love to yap about my wips even the ones that have been collecting dust dfdfkjfs :D