#HE IS SO NERVOUS

[seoulstreet]

 when  he  had  arrived  home  that  night  after  the  hangout.  he  had  made  sure  to  clean  his  room  so  it  wasn't  looking  like  a  mess.  making  sure  to  dust  the  shelves  and  make  his  figurines  look  nice  there.  even  vacuuming  and  washing  the  floors.  waking  up  early  to  make  sure  he  took  a  shower  and  looked  okay  and  smelled  good,  even  doing  last  minute  check  up  that  everything  was  clean.  now  all  he  had  to  do  was  just  wait,  nervous.  leg  bouncing  as  he  was  sitting  on  his  bed,  fiddling  with  his  phone  in  his  hands.  ❛  this  is  not  the  first  time  she  is  gonna  be  over  ..  just  calm  down,  it's  just  jihye.  ❜  he  shakes  his  head,  hand  moving  to  chest  as  he  empties  his  lungs  with  a  single  blow.  this  was  all  because  it  was  jihye.  his  heart  beating  fast,  no  wonder  why  he  was  so  nervous.  then  there  it  was,  the  doorbell  ringing.  bolting  up  and  rushing  to  the  door,  even  sliding  a  little  as  he  was  in  a  rush.  door  open,  smile  on  his  face.  ❛  you  made  it  !  come  in  come  in.  ❜  he  steps  to  the  side  and  lets  her  walk  past  him.

timeskip !

            ​​​​​​​to  say  she  was  nervous  during  the  entire  commute  to  kiha's  house  would  be  an  understatement.  even  though  she  had  confirmed  with  him  the  day  before  that  she'd  be  visiting  around  lunchtime,  the  anticipation  still  had  her  on  edge.  after  all,  the  last  time  they  hung  out  alone  was  years  ago,  and  this  would  be  her  first  time  visiting  his  house  without  their  usual  high  school  friend  group  around  them.  standing  in  front  of  the  door,  she  double-checked  the  address  in  her  memory,  hoping  she  was  at  the  right  place.  after  a  full-blown  internal  debate,  jihye  finally  presses  the  doorbell,  inhaling  deeply  as  she  waits  for  someone  to  answer.  why  was  she  even  this  nervous  ?  it  was  just  two  old  friends  gaming  and  catching  up  - nothing  more,  nothing  less  .  .  right  ?

[belovedstilldear]

yeah *sits there*

[pre1ude]

" Are you lost, Daniel? " ((I had to)) // @vilestblood

The feel of warm rich velvet is familiar at his nape. Daniel clamps a swift hand over the point of contact as he turns to face that voice's source. Eyeline instinctively angled up. Knowing him before he's seen him.

"Mr. Cainhurst!" To his credit, he isn't forced to feign surprise at Antonin's approach. Unnaturally, there's been naught but a single crunch of grass beneath his boot to signify the man's sudden presence.

"Oh, I- didn't see you..." He takes a single, surreptitious glance behind Antonin, at sprawling unbroken fields. The forest treeline is some ways from them. So is the nearby manor house where he remembers having his audition. He should've seen him... "...approaching." And he should've heard him too, but that detail he spares, more deeply unsettled than he dares admit.

The recovery is swift, polite smile practiced to perfection. The touch of stiffness to it is his own unwitting improvisation. There's nothing in Antonin's features to denote displeasure, at least. But when is there ever. Danny's shoulders sag a touch, frame deflating. The smile smooths.

"No, no, I'm hardly lost. We woke up early and so it's been a rather long walk. Through town and then..." He gestures sidealong to where they are, just outside of the last urban neighbourhoods, concrete turning cobblestone. Not a soul for miles, besides the three of them. "I thought Bentley over there would like the fields." And there he is, off in the distance, a yellow ball of fur trotting his way back towards them leisurely. Even from afar the excited jiggle to his backside is evident.

Daniel turns back to face his unexpected companion then. Fussing over one coat button, suddenly more worried over how frumpy he might look this early in the morning than anything else. Oh and there's one more thing.

His hands wring around the folded dog leash.

"I'm so sorry, are we tresspassing on your grounds?"

[logicalampshade]

First days<33

[bucketkicked]

[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever -Jordan to Alex @lightning-arias

texts prompts !

[TEXT] oh uh sure!

[TEXT] why not both I mean

[TEXT] I mean only if you want that is no pressure

[TEXT] does a pizza and a movie sound good for the hanging out part or

@lightning-arias <3

[wormtime123]

his first ever call from his dad. have you thought about it

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy is nervous to meet Abby,,

[khywren]

gale is the freakiest person in camp and nothing will convince me otherwise.

[ibenology]

I’m never gonna get over Loki, the literal god of mischief, fixing his jacket and smoothing out his hair only to stumble over his words like an idiot when he needs to talk to a middle aged single dad who sells jet skis for a living

[cacaocheri]

they do sappy shit like this all the time

[midkoto]

Fallen Angel

[porrigens]

pegoryu valentine :3

[yawnzshit]

my cutesy patootie ☝️ i'm so proud of him 🥺

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[fayzart136]

"'Evan feels, finally, like some real goddamn magic is happening."

[userarmand]

'The Adoration of the Shepherds with a Donor.' Palma Vecchio. A contemporary of my maker, Marius de Romanus, also a fine painter, albeit one of lesser skill. In fact, the donor in the title was my maker. The canvas painted in my maker's studio. And in this case, the donation was... What is the modern word for it? In kind.