#LOLOL jkjkjk

[theharrowing]

I think they're here for you and your writing!!!!! Lol. You deserve all of them!

- eggnog 🥚🥛

sounds fake.

[lluvguts]

okay since i am insufferable i made a soapghost playlist of just cigarettes songs so you all can cry with me

the description of the playlist may or may not be a snippet of a soapghost fic i am working on-

[l3viat8an]

Hi roo your favorite anons here!! Jkjkjk

I've been messing around with the chubby chaser levi bot on Cai and OMG-

He's so bf<33

Thank you to whoever made the bot I can't remember which anon made it :((

-🕸

Hiii sweets!! Tho I can’t play favorites I love you all too much lolol

And yesss!! It was 🐮 anon!! They really blessed us with him!! He’s such sweetheart!!!

[hanafubukki]

Hanaaa (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ For the Twst ask game: 11, 13, 14, 15, 20, 25 and 26 😁

(Ask game)

Nesssyyy 💕💜🌻

11. favorite dorm uniform?

I love the diasomnia uniform, but if I had to choose which one I would wear, It would be Scarabia. It seems lighter and more loose. I like clothes that are not restrictive. I would have said Pomefiore, but I found out theirs is made out of satin and you can get so hot in that type of fabric.

13. favorite outfit?

Dance and Wishes outfit! I love that event's clothes and it fits my aesthetics.

14. if you could wear any outfit from the game, which one would it be?

Dance and Wishes, specifically Deuce's outfit. I just love it so much. I would also love to wear the Fairy gala outfits.

15. you get to change one person’s hairstyle. whose is it, and what are you changing it to?

Rook's hair, I was going to say Sebek because I want to see his hair down but technically we do have his hair down version...just not officially yet.

Rook's hair I want to change into a more...Howl style, so I guess the way the cut is layered? I think it would suit him so well!

20. you're hosting your first big sleepover. who do you invite?

Can I invite more than one? Then it would have to be Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Silver, Deuce, and Idia.

24. how would you decorate your bedroom?

it would have one side with bookshelves of books and another side with merch. A TV on the wall, a bed, side tables, some flowers, fairy lights, and window on the roof to look at stars.

25. who is the first person to be banned from entering ramshackle?

Ace...jkjkjk hmmm any mob students that picks a fight with me. I would have said Rook, but lets face it, he would find a way lol and the octatrio lolol

Thank you for sending this in Nessy 💚🌻

[liarys]

Hello I know that Janet is your friend and I followed her for years she’s super beautiful inside and out. I was just wondering if she has another blog I could follow or if she is just off tumblr. I miss her and wish her the best.

Hey beautiful thang~~~

Unfortunately, she is not on tumblr! I sent her this and she appreciated it, it made her smile (I like to believe it did, idk I haven’t seen her in a bit). The internet not really her biz rn.

She moved to Costa Rica and is living in a hut, she gets internet when she goes to restaurants or Internet cafes.

[boxbusiness]

Chel is a spider?? How can a spider be so cute??😫💕💕💞

Well Tom Holland is pretty cute for a spider too ya???

[banjjakz]

NWHWIISHEJD living for these live reactions

finally someone is picking up on the fact that reader is not right in the head 😭 this serves more of a purpose than purely comedic relief i promise

maybe rewinding back to yuuta’s route might be a good idea— jkjkjk lolol (unless? plot?)

as always your feedback makes me scream and cry for one thousand million years i’m peeling the skin off of my face and rejoicing /pos

route warnings: (dubious-ish?) non-con; forced fellatio; manipulation; power imbalances; misogyny. please proceed with caution this one is kinda rough

➡ Turn back.

Shame cows your ambition, curtailing your hand’s daring arc towards the doorknob. Your arm retreats back into your body, burned by a phantom pain.

How could you be so audacious? It should be enough to simply admire Yuuta from afar… Just imagining how scared and confused he might be to see a fan in his personal quarters is enough of a gruesome mental image to shock you out of your starry-eyed stupor.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you hurry to put some distance between yourself and your tantalizing desire. Now that you are once more aligned with your cognitive reasoning and critical thinking, the darkness of the backstage corridor is kinda…spooky. Despite the deafening roar of the frenzied crowd just a few moments prior, the venue is now almost entirely empty. The only soundtrack accompanying your foolish venture is the ominous dripdripdrip-ing of the faulty, leaky water pipes hidden behind the sodden ceiling and peeling drywall.

Suddenly, this feels very much so like a place in which you do not belong. Turning on your heel, you make a mad dash to evacuate the premises from the way you originally came – only to run straight into something tough, solid, and warm.

Evidently, it is not a wall – otherwise, your nose would’ve probably been shattered on impact, considering how hard you bowled straight into the surface. But what else could be this immovable, this well-fortified and impassible? The only things that come to mind are brick and bone, which—

Oh.

Tremulously, you caution a glance upward, shivering in your grimy concert shoes at the thought of having to confront the absolute beast of a security guard who’d been eyeing you all night…

Instead, when your eyes finally grace the features of your obstacle, it is not at all the formidable security guard of your nightmares. In fact, the reality is much worse.

Looking down at you is Geto Suguru, ShinShow’s lead singer, in all of his six-footed, long, luscious haired, tattooed, gauged lobed, pierced-faced glory.

When you fail to produce any words, he smirks at you, seemingly relishing in the uncomfortable silence. With dawning horror, you realize that he intends to wait you out. His imposing stature is so broad and the dim hallway is so cramped that you would not be able to pass unless he let you. And, judging by his sardonically amused impassivity, he has no intention of doing anything of that sort.

Your gulp is audible in the dead quiet. Frozen, you linger in paralysis, an animal of prey caught in still waters.

“Well, you look lost,” says Geto Suguru, deceptively calm.

His face is the pinnacle of classic beauty: an unblemished, sanguine ivory mask. The deceptively easygoing set to his superhuman features sets the lids of his eyes low, cutting across the horizon of his irises in one neat, lethal swoop.

Any ShinShow fan with half of a functioning brain knows not to be fooled by this theatrical performance. It is this same, seemingly lackadaisical Geto Suguru who unleashes live performances inspiring pure, unadulterated horror and dread amongst an eager, addicted audience. His antics as the band’s front man have included, but are certainly not limited to: lovingly instructing his fans to refer to him as “Geto-sama”; regurgitating fake (?) blood on stage; displaying a seriously terrifying proficiency in martial arts as a form of choreography; and, of course, passionately and enthusiastically belting out self-composed lyrics lamenting the state of the world, the salvation to be found in existential dread, and the anarchist desire to destroy life as it currently manifests.

So, you know. Light work.

Point being: this is a man who you do not want to fuck around with. Even as a dedicated superfan, there are some risks best left unchallenged. You don’t even want to think about what he would say (or do…?) if he found out that you’d been sneaking around and preparing to break and enter into one of his bandmate’s dressing room…

“I am,” you lie, bowing your head in an attempt to shield your quivering bottom lip and your wet, shifty eyes. For some reason, you feel like he’ll see right through you if you let him. “Could you please direct me to the exit? I am very sorry to trouble you.”

Geto’s hearty laugh startles you into looking up at him. “Sure you don’t want a polaroid pic before you go?”

There are sparkles and glitter and sunshine and rainbows melting out of your head, leaking out of your ear canals, dripping down your neck and shoulders and onto the dirty concrete like liquified brain matter. “If—if you insist.”

This is how you find yourself posing against a disgusting brick wall with the one and only Geto Suguru. You would squee, if the thought of fangirling in front of Geto Suguru didn’t make you want to violently extinguish your own existence.

The only thing worse than fangirling embarrassingly hard in front of Geto would be the insinuation that he is your oshi and you are one of his “followers,” as he has lovingly (?) dubbed his personal fanbase. To bear the brunt of his condescending, considerably sadistic attitude which he wields against fans like a whip of love…

It would be indecent(ly erotic)! It would be humiliating(ly pleasurable)! You would not survive (with your dignity intact)!

Out of the kindness of his cold, dead heart, he takes multiple shots with you. The first picture sees the both of you shoulder-to-shoulder, smiling serenely at the camera – a standard shot for oshi and fan. The second picture is his signature M.O. for fanservice photos: your faces are deadpanned in joint, mildly disgusted unison, staring down the viewer with thinly veiled contempt. It’s a popular, ironic style for niche idols like ShinShow to poke fun at both themselves as well as the concept of idol fanservice in general. Secretly, you derive a different meaning entirely from the farcical display of scorn. It is as though you gaze at the viewer as a voyeur. Why are you here? Why are you looking at him? Why are you looking at us? Go away. You aren’t worthy.

The white-hot flash of a successfully snapped shot sears across your vision like the wink of a shooting star, immeasurably awesome, woefully transient. As you mourn this interaction’s inevitable end, Geto surprises you by asking if you’d like some digital photos as well.

Charmed, you find yourself unable to do anything but agree, albeit not too enthusiastically. Appearances are important, here.

After quickly unlocking the device, he smoothly slips your smartphone from your shaky, clammy grasp, raising it up to a fashionably high selfie angle. Inside the four-by-four digital reflection, you are confronted with a reality you have never dared hope to imagine:

Geto Suguru, long black hair loose and in disarray from a recent stage performance, makeup running down the chiseled planes of his face in pigmented rivulets, black-painted nails splayed in a facetious peace sign right underneath your chin.

Crap, his hand is really warm! You can’t help but to lean into the plush crevice of skin between his pointer and thumb…is it weird, that you’re kind of obsessed with how soft it is? For a seasoned musician with quite the gnarly disposition, his hands – much like the rest of him – are deceptively soft.

Is it really alright, to be this close to him? As he snaps the third and final photo, you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of skin-to-skin contact. Delusional from the proximity, your consciousness has been untethered from your body, entirely outside of the reach of normal human sensibilities. You are only slammed back into your own mind when a sudden, swift constriction of pressure on your lower jaw demands your attention.

Shocked, you try to turn your head to look up at your idol.  Subsequently, you are horrified to realize that it is his hand who restricts your movement.

In the mirrored image displayed by your phone camera, your trembling pupils track the slow spread of Geto’s lips which peel back from his teeth like unfurling layers of some fruit repulsively past the point of ripeness. Suddenly, his beautiful, white face of traditional peerless beauty now appears to you as an eerie mask concealing an unimaginably horrific reality.

“Did you know that I can smell your fear?” says Geto conversationally, still facing the camera, still smiling.

His mirrored image belies a reflection perhaps even more terrifying than an overtly antagonistic expression of anger or wrath. Instead of obvious malice, Geto’s undisturbed sanguineness installs within you a new and revolutionary kind of desperate terror.

“E-excuse me?” You ask, voice a tremulous, pitiful thing. “I don’t think I understand, Geto-san—”

Fast as lightning, and just as electrifyingly immobilizing, Geto’s large hand reaches upwards to smother your “You’ll use that mouth to properly address me Geto-sama, or you won’t use it at all. What is a follower’s role but to obey?”

A chill runs down the length of you, infiltrating your nervous system, hijacking your senses, arresting your higher functioning. Geto’s words sink in with fatal clarity: you are not escaping this. This is your fate.

Oddly, this realization excites you.

As though the line about smelling your fear wasn’t merely a maniacal bluff, Geto’s neatly-trimmed brows raise almost at the same time as you come to this conclusion. As a heady sort of anticipation fills your gut, his mask cracks for the first time, toeing the line between disgust and another, unnamable sentiment – one that lends a new kind of scintillating, sadistic twinkle in those small, dark eyes.

“Don’t tell me--” His fingers dig even more deeply into the supple flesh of your burning cheeks. “—that you like this.” Before you can curb it, a damning whimper flies forth from your dry throat, betraying your weakened knees, the weeping arousal between your quaking thighs.

More than being scared, you are egregiously humiliated. Not even a momentary reprive through fluttering your eyes shut is granted to you, for Geto violently shakes your skull in his palm until you are jolted back to staring into the selfie camera.

The frightened, excited tears that spill from the corners of your eyes only serve to further validate his salacious suspicions. “You do. How interesting.”

His gaze strays from your own in the phone camera, wandering to fixate on a point a few centimeters above your head. Is he plotting his next move? Does he know something that you don’t? Is he wholly sane?

Of course he isn’t! You scream at yourself, internally. Any guy who holds a girl hostage backstage is absolutely off his rocker!!

And yet – shamefully – you’re kind of into it.

Will you die tonight? Maybe.

Will you go out with a bang? Hopefully.

“Ghkfdbmmsnnmm,” you plea from behind his fingers. Graciously, he peels back his fingers, one-by -one, partially releasing your voice from his clutches even as he still hostages your face with cautious interest.

This time, when you speak, your voice sounds like a gunshot in the empty stillness of the desolate corridor. In this atmosphere, it feels as though there is not another soul alive besides you and your captor.

“Geto-sama. Please have mercy…”

He must be able to tell it’s an act. You don’t even sound convincing to yourself. The last thing you crave is his mercy.

“My, my. Such a turn this has taken,” he muses, fingers idly tapping away at your back molars. “What shall I do with you?”

Eat me alive, supplies your brain. “Whatever Geto-sama wills, it is my duty to fulfill.”

When you lock eyes in the camera, meeting each other’s gazes through the digital mirage for the last time, Geto shuts off the phone with one quick, decisive movement. You watch the system warning flash across the screen before everything goes dark and quiet. No more camera. No more phone. No more location services. The device drops to the ground with a heart-dropping clatter. You don’t have time to wonder if it survives the fall.

Geto turns to you for the first time in what feels like eons. Without the layer of pixelated filters softening the blow, being subject to his direct line of sight paralyzes you to the core.

“Get on your knees.”

Instantly, you obey. Refusal does not even cross your mind. The grimy floor rushes to greet your knees with a firm thud! The impact reverberates throughout your entire body, setting every single nerve alight with stimulation.

He draws over to you lackadaisically, like a tiger stalking its sure kill. Playing into it, you shuffle backwards, scraping your sensitive knees and shins against the unforgiving platform until your heels hit the wall behind you.

“Your fear is waning. You aren’t scared,” says Geto, undoing his fly. “You should be.”

Without further ado, he pulls out his dick and shoves it inside the wanton cavern of your willing, wanting mouth.

It happens so fast that your eyes can’t quite keep up with his movements, unable to visually register just how large his appendage is until it’s being stuffed down your throat. Bile rises to greet the tip of his dick and he is, apparently, into that. Makes it all the wetter.

For your part, you are struggling to maintain your initial excitement. In your lust-addled, starstruck stupor, you imagined that you and your idol shared a similar appreciation for the taboo mirage of consensually non-consensual liaisons. What you had failed to realize was that you were the only imaginary in this particular fantasy scenario. What used to exist merely as the stuff of wet-dream musings has now crystallized into a concrete reality; a reality wherein there are no safe-words, no underlying currents of care or affection, and no opting out.

You realize the extent of your disadvantaged position when Geto takes a break from brutalizing your esophagus to release you from his clutches and decides that he would rather rub his dick all over your face, instead.

Not only this, but he smacks you with it.

This isn’t even the stuff of brutal pornos. You’re no stranger to the horrors of exploitative snuff film, and even those seem to pale in comparison to the way he holds the back of your skull with one hand as he beats your cheekbones, your nose, your eyelids, your mouth, your chin, your jaw, even your fucking ears with his cock. From the crest of your hairline to the peaks of your clavicles, you are sodden with wet, sticky precum, battered with blooming bruises.

It all happens so fast that you barely have time to blink – definitely no time to indulge in the privilege of breathing. Geto’s movements become frenzied, harried, washing over you dark and fast like the rolling thunder of an impending typhoon.

Caught in the midst of severely troubled waters, ears roaring with adrenaline, blood, and terror, rooted to the spot by forces beyond your body’s will, your mind sparks to life with one last-ditch attempt at a moment of clarity:

What will you do?

>  Call for help.

>  Take it.

[itscookieoverlordtoyou]

DO YOU LIKE FOOD

no

[honeylovecult]

tired

[hanafubukki]

You're Lazarus comment has me laughing. 😂😂😂 As long as you are happy and doing what you love, then I hope you know I’ll (and many others) will always be here to support you 🌸💕💕

👀👀👀 since I have your full permission, don't mind if I do ☺️☺️👏👏jshjhsdjhdjhdkja I’m glad you liked her so much! She's been my baby for a few years now ☺️☺️💕💕 You’re tag on her bio made me laugh 😂😂☺️☺️💕💕

There's so many wonderful Twst Oct 👏👏👏 I hope you continue to have fun🌟🌟🌟🌟

Now, Hana’s response to Vane. I admit there was a couple ways I could have gone with it. But the chaotic route stood out to me more right now, especially since she's the type to care about others alot. Plus, after spending time with ADeuce and Grim, chaos just rubbed off on her a bit. 

Hana Asteria was on a mission. That is why the next day she was seen in Heartslaybul Dorm. After greeting a few classmates and upperclassmen, she finally met up with Ace and Deuce with Grim in tow.

“Hana? What are you doing here?” Deuce asked curiously.

Hana smiled brightly, “I am here on a mission. Can you watch Grim for a bit?”

Ace looked amused, “Sure, but what is this mission?”

“Can’t tell you. You’ll scare him away. Now, do you know where Vane Millingwood Senpai stays?”

Before Ace and Deuce could answer, another voice popped up.

“You’re looking for Vane? I can show you where his room is.” Trey was the one to interject.

“Thank you Trey-Sempai!” 

As Trey and Hana left, Ace and Deuce looked at each other.

“She’s adopting another one, isn’t she?”

“Looks like, what are we going to do with her?”

Trey and Hana stopped by the third year’d door.

“Thank you Trey-Sempai!”

“Of course, treat him gently Hana. He's a gentle soul. He spooks easily,”

“Yes, Sir!”

Hana saluted and watched Trey Clover leave.

She turned around towards the door, and smiled.

*Knock Knock Knock*

“Vane Senpai! Do you want to build a sno- I- I mean do you want to go outside and look at some flowers? I brought my Flower Book with me.” 

Hello~ 🌺🌸

I’m doing great 😊 🌺 (in answer to your question)

How are you?? It’s so nice seeing you on my timeline again and having so much fun 💜💜👏👏🙌🙌☺️☺️

[whdkajahshs had to get the courage to send this in shehshshsg here’s some Ocs asks/interactions]

[yours are so cute absjajshshsh 🌺🌺🌺💜💜]

Hana Asteria:

“Hello Vane! I think you are perfect the way you are.”

“Do you have a favorite Flower?? I heard that you can revive wilting flowers! That’s wonderful!! I love flowers and it’s always so sad to see them wilt and die.”

“Pssst, Vane, be wary of second year Jade! He has a…obsession with mushrooms.”

“You’re in a higher class than me. Do you want me to call you sempai??”

I'm like Lazarus, tbh. I just die and come back to the fandom when the universe gives me a moment of respite. I hope to write a fanfiction today, actually. Thank you for sticking by me all these months. You're a real one xx

AND SEND ME ASKS UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME! I read Hana's bio and reblogged her faster than the time my soul left my body playing FNAF for the first time.

I really want to explore the TWST OC community as much as possible.

o~o~O~o~o

Vane was well acquainted with Jade Leech. He'd never forget the day, during the eel's first year, that he'd been chased up a tree because Jade wanted to get a closer look at his mushroom hat. He was the main reason the caterpillar carried a handful of sleeping spores in his breast pocket.

However, Hana seemed like a gentler soul. Not as tall or...toothy. Vane was still wary, though. She was from another world with untold abilities hibernating inside her. Vane thought it best to humour her, but not get too close. "Milkweed," he said quickly. His stubby nubs were already shuffling him away towards the door. "And no, no. D-Don't call me that. I'm n-not the kind of senior to look up to. J-Just keep yourself to yourself at a school like this a-and you'll be better off."

[frannyzooey]

Dearest Kelli,

I would like to humbly request: "Oh, yes. Keep doing that."

With any character of your choosing (except that homeless man Will) jkjkjk take that creative freedom babe!

PS - You're an absolute legend and I love you 💜😘

LOLOL - I SHOULD have made it about the homeless man just to teach you....but I love you too dang much <3

Frankie Morales x f!reader, Weeknights Universe

Rating: Explicit

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"Oh yes. Keep doing that."

He lives for those words.

The first time he heard them was when he spread you out in his bed and buried his face between your thighs, his beard rubbing the delicate skin raw with how long he was down there, tasting. He held you on the very edge, your body a trembling, wet mess as you clutched at anything you could get your hands on - his loose curls, the sheets, the firm round of his shoulder.

His tongue dragged a line up through your slick folds for what felt like the hundredth time, a soft sound of frustration crawling out of your throat as he savored the tang of your core and there was so much spit down there, you could feel it sliding down the curve of your ass.

"Please," you beg, reduced to a mindless, writhing wreck and when he thinks you're finally open enough to take his cock the way he wants to give it to you, he focuses his lush lips on your clit with a steady, rhythmic suck.

Your reaction is immediate; your body curling forward into the sensation.

"Oh, yes. Keep doing that."

Since then, he's heard it a number of different ways: melting off your tongue when he rubs your feet on the couch, a teasing lilt to your voice when you catch him working a jar open in the kitchen, his forearms a taut flex, a low, contented hum when he works your back with his thumbs; the rounded bump between your hips growing larger every day.

And every time he hears them, he obeys just like the first.

[hanafubukki]

Ah,i have yet,arised from the very grave.With Evelynn here with an ask

Evelynn:"When you said Farena died,does that mean his Wife is dead as well ? Maybe got attacked inside the castle and Cheka being the only survivor since he is small and pretty fast (and luck).And since Leona here is busy being the new king and all,Cheka would be left alo-

Little:"Yuu is there for him once in a while"

Evelynn:"ONCE IN A WHILE,not,every single time.They had other places to go.Ah,poor Cheka now being all alone when they're away.With no one to be by his side to mourn"

Jade:"Why are you like this ?"

[In reference to this AU]

Hello Anonie 🌻🌸 and Evelynn,

(How was your sleep? lolol you said you arose and I just went with that lolol dont mind my humor 😂😂😂)

Farena died and his brother took over.

I mentioned a little bit about what happened to Cheka's mother in this ask. So for Leona to become King, Something had to have happened to his sister-in-law. In this AU, she is either in a coma or incapacitated. You know how Disney keeps at least one parent alive? And then kills them off later??? jkjkjk 😂😂

To be honest, I forgot about her. It was when I was answering my last ask, that I remembered that she could technically take over for her husband. But, I didn’t want that. I wanted Leona to take over.

Because Leona had to learn, sometimes you might get what you always wanted, but at a cost that you never wanted.

That's why Farena, his wife, and Cheka had to suffer.  

Farena died in battle.

His wife was injured, to the point that she cannot rule.

Cheka is too young to rule and he has to grieve his parents loss.

If I really wanted to make this angsty, Cheka would have perished at one point too (maybe saving Leona??). Then, it would really hit Leona wouldn’t it? How much he lost and how much more he has to do to get back those he loved.

it could practically bring him to his knees, especially if that's what The Great Force is trying.

Anyways, off topic, but Cheka’s Mother is incapacitated. Even if she was awake, she wouldn't be able to rule. Her health is messed up and she has Cheka to look after and grieve as well. 

Cheka loves his uncle and is of course always supporting him, especially against those who speak ill of Leona.

it is with Cheka’s help that Leona is able to rule because while some people dont trust Leona, they trust Cheka.

Cheka wasn't at the battle that almost cost bth his parents lives, but he has his fair share of battles. Assassin coming after him, but he was able to escape them and fight them off. Leona, after all, taught him how to protect himself.

Yes, MC is there for Leona and Cheka once in awhile.

MC is almost like a messenger. They go from place to place checking up on their friends and seeing as MC is the only one they can really trust?? 

MC is more important than ever future to past timeline.

MC is the messenger bunny who gives comfort 🥺🥺🥺 and is a shoulder to cry on

If MC were to ever die, Twisted Wonderland is screwed. Not because of the Great Force, but because of the anger and chaos released from MC’s Beloved friends. 

You thought the overblots were bad?

This is much much worse.

MC is what tying them together and keeping their sanity.

And their friends know that, MC is protected at all costs. 

especially after not believing MC and that's what led to this chaotic future too

Leona might be King who is busy, but never say he doesn't care for his nephew. 

At night times, when everything is quiet.

He checks on Cheka.

To make sure he is okay.

That he is well.

That he is alive. 

And if he ends up sleeping next to Cheka’s bedside, front facing the door to guard the door for any would be assassins? 

That will be their secret.

(Shhhh Jade, I like them like this. It quiet fun. lolol)

I hope that answered your question Anonie. I know I focused more on Cheka rather than his mother, but I couldn't help it. I love Cheka, and his relationship with his uncle. ☺️☺️🌸🌸

[multiruner-boyo]

who would be more clingy- al or seth 😩

bro,,, shi

wait bro,,

I NEED TO REALLY THINK BOUT THIS ONE, HOLD TF UP—

cuz Al fuckin loves having your body against his, it’s just

it’s Alphonse, he just DOES

he loves you and every inch of your bod 😔👌

but then we got Seth—

who has had hardly any physical affection (besides, ya know ya know 👀👀) in his fuckin lifetime and is now being served it 24/7

he don’t know wtf to do with the affection but accept it with a good boy “thank you”

SO FUCK DUDE, I DON’T KNOW—

but if i really REALLY had to make a decision at like gunpoint or somethin jkjkjk no runer’s hurt in the making of this lolol

definitely Seth,,

he doesn’t want anything to happen to you

and if anything were to happen to you, he’d IMMEDIATELY blame himself for it even if it had nothing to do with him

like,, he trusts you like Al does to handle yourself on your own

but this lil itty bitty voice in the back of his head just screams at him not to leave you by yourself

so whereas Al would stand near you or in front of you in a situation, ya know, playin it cool but still VERY alert—

Seth would not only have you by his side or behind him

but maybe with an arm on your shoulder or just hovering near or in front of you

BUT IF WE’RE TALKIN AT HOMEE~~

hE’S A HEAVY SNUGGLER

SO YOUR SQUISHED BETWEEN HIM AND THE BLANKETS AND YO FORT OF PILLOWS

you ain’t escapin anytime soon hun

nOt UNTIL HE MCFUCKIN FEELS LIKE IT

[foreverindreamlandd]

COL OMG 😂💀 I-

I JUST got your ask button... It's from P&P🥺🥺

I was like, that sentence is so familiar🤔💀 this is embarrassing for me

WOW fake fan....lolol jkjkjk <3

Thank you!! I low key want to change it because it has nothing to do with messages but I have no idea to what....so it shall stay a little while longer :,)

[mysplaced-pen]

hi yoosnug here im not neglceting duties im jsut busy

wait but if /you’re/ yoosung and I adopted a /yoosung account/ then who’s driving the plane??

[mattsunbae]

PLSi wish😖 JKJKJK omg

but eek can’t wait to see :p

butt just playing fortnite lolol🤣🤣🤣😐😐

fortnite 💪💪💪

i tried 2 find a meme but i couldn’t 💔