#Thank you again for brighten up my day <333

[mobius-m-mobius]

On a less depressing note, the cast and crew's various behind the scene stuff makes Owen look like a cryptic that they sometimes manage to catch on film?? Half of those are like "oh look, Tom is attracting his attention. Quick, snap a shot!" and half is like "we took a group photo and this blurry smiling shape in the background proves that Owen Wilson is real".

Anon bless you for giving me anything at all to think about besides the Shakespearean tragedy that is the Lokius romance during this trying time 😂💖

Honestly you might have some powers of your own since normally you'd be spot on about Owen lowkey being a beautiful fever dream of talent that bikes onto set to enhance everything and everyone in his path but that behind the scenes pic Ke Huy Quan dropped today is possibly the cutest and most importantly clearest proof we have that OCW's oh so very real lmao, talk about timing 🥰

[inkdrinkerworld]

adore your writing and spencer reid <<<333

all i can’t think about is knitter/crocheter reader who makes reid sweaters and cardigans and the first time she does it for him for his birthday. maybe reader works at the bau and manages to get to spencer’s desk early to leave the present for him, which is of course a gorgeous hand knit sweater<33

You and Spencer are a fresh thing. You were never a sure thing at the BAU, being brought in on a case need basis but even those short couple of days had drawn you and Spencer to each other.

Now, you’re almost six months into your relationship and his birthday is fast approaching. To deal with the stress of your job, you’d picked up crochet. A hobby to help you focus a little less on UnSubs and more on whatever you’re making.

You’re almost finished with Spencer’s birthday gift- a brand new sweater. It’s all the colours of autumn, browns and green, oranges and deep mauves. It’ll look great on him.

By the time his birthday rolls around, you’re weaving the ends in and wrapping it all pretty in brown paper with his name written in looping letters.

Everything else was planned out with the team, cake and lunch and even a little gift exchange but you want to give Spencer yours first.

It’s a rush to Quantico, there’s traffic and everyone is driving poorly and you’re panicking because Spencer is always five minutes early and you’re about ten minutes behind him.

In what you can only determine a change in luck and all of the gods on your side, you make it just in time to make a quick sprint in your heels no less to his desk to set the parcel down before he walks in behind you.

“Happy birthday, Spence!” You try for ease and an airy quality to your tone but it fails because you’re out of breath and nervous.

What if he hates it? Now you’re wondering if you got his measurements right- it’s always a gamble.

“Thank you,” he drops a kiss to your forehead and makes for the kitchen. “Did you have your coffee already? You seem wired.” He looks over his shoulder as he opens the fridge for milk.

You just shake your head. You’re trying not to wring your fingers to all hell as you watch Spencer set about making you both cups of coffee.

“There’s something on your desk,” again you try for a little ease, a little casualness but it falls very flat.

Especially when Spencer hums, a pretty smirk on his face. “Is there?”

“Spencer Reid, you can’t do that.” You stomp your foot a little and he laughs, reaching for you just as the kettle goes off.

“I can do anything, it’s my birthday.” You sigh and lean up to kiss his cheek.

“I suppose you can, but would you open it before the rest of the team get here? In case you hate it?”

He tuts, “You know I won’t.” Spencer sets both mugs on his desk, nudging you to have a sip and you frown when you realise it’s herbal tea and not the coffee you’d been hoping for. “Your hands have been shaking and cramping a lot more recently.”

You watch with eagerness as he opens the parcel, a smile breaking out on his face as he realises what it is.

“Do you like it?” You’re nibbling on your lip, ruining your pretty glossy lips.

“Think it would be too much to put it on now?” Your eyes brighten and you squeal.

“Would you really?” Spencer nods, hands already reaching for his blazer to strip.

It’s bad luck that’s just when Morgan and Emily stroll in, a low whistle sounding in the room.

“Oh okay, pretty boy, I see you!” Derek says and Emily laughs while Spencer, even after all the things he’s lived, flushes.

You on the other hand, roll your eyes.

“You know, you could’ve saved it for after the ‘happy birthday’.” Derek only shakes his head.

“I don’t think I need to wish him one if he’s willing to risk an HR meeting.”

Spencer kisses you smack on the mouth which is only fuel to the fire. “I’ll wear it tonight angel, thank you.”

You’re a little dazed and Spencer seems to relish that fact. “You’re welcome, Spence.”

[love-quinn]

— COLLECTORS' GUIDE

summary — you love books, and spencer can't figure out why you don't have a single one inside your apartment. his only solution is, of course, to buy you some.

warnings — swearing, reader has a toxic ex

pairing — spencer agnew x fem!mythical reader

pronouns — none (you/yours)

featuring — spencer agnew, nicole enayati, vianai austin (mentioned), kiana parker (mentioned)

word count — 1.8k

note — as someone who LOVES mythical kitchen i've been toying around with the idea of spencer and someone from that show or even just mythical in general, also she was speaking to me she told me she's a bookworm i don't make the rules sorry. thank you so much for all the love on my last two spencer fics <333 hope you enjoy

LA’s a big city; it’s loud, it’s dirty, and it’s busy. Working in the industry you do, you don’t have a whole lot of calmness in your life, which is why you make it your personal mission to make your apartment as soft and cozy as possible. 

You pile your couch with throw blankets and pillows, you have lamps where you can control the brightness, you hang art on the walls and you love it there. You layer your rugs and you keep candles on every shelf. Your apartment is one hundred percent yours, and that’s the reason Spencer likes spending time there as much as he does. 

You and Spencer are a fairly new couple, you’ve only been together a few weeks, and he still can’t quite believe the two of you are together. You work in the Mythical side of the office as a producer and sometimes on-camera for Mythical Kitchen so the two of you see each other fairly often but not every single day.

He likes to think he knows you pretty well – he is your boyfriend. But one of his favorite parts about being in this relationship with you is getting to learn more about you. Neither of you are shooting anything today so he decides to drop by your desk during his lunch break. You’re on yours too, you and Nicole are chatting across your desks, you have half a wrap in one hand and a folded over paperback novel in the other and Spencer brightens at seeing you.

“Hi, babe,” he drops a kiss on your hairline, leaning over and peering at what you’re doing. “I was gonna see if you wanted to go for lunch with me but you seem to have it covered.” 

You tilt your head back to look him in the eye, face lighting up. “Hi! I didn’t know you were coming over here.”

He shrugs, leaning on the back of your chair. Nicole excuses herself to go meet Vi for lunch like they planned and offers Spencer her chair while she’s gone so he doesn’t have to hover. Spencer watches you smile up at her as she leaves and can’t stop the frown from making its way onto his face. 

“You’re not going with them?” From what he knew, the three of you were really good friends, at the very least close coworkers. Seeing Nicole talk about her plans with your mutual friend right in front of you without inviting you felt… not wrong, but definitely weird.

You just shake your head. “No, Thursdays I usually eat by myself, they go out somewhere.” You catch the look on Spencer’s face and amend yourself quickly. “They do invite me, I just prefer to eat my lunch at my desk, I can get a chapter or two in before they get back.”

Spencer looks down at the paperback in your hand again. “What’re you reading?”

You hold it up for him. It’s an older book, with frayed edges and a peeling vinyl cover, a grainy lighthouse on the front. He takes it when you offer it and flicks through it, careful not to disturb the bookmark. “I was gonna take it back to the library on Saturday and get a new one, but I can come over after that?”

Spencer shakes his head, only now just seeing the Los Angeles Public Library sticker on the back cover. “Can I come with you? Unless that’s like, something you wanna do by yourself or whatever? I didn’t know you went to the library.”

You take the book back and put it on your desk, out of the way. You and Spencer have wordlessly begun to split the wrap that you’d packed for lunch, something you’d made at home that made his mouth water. “Yeah, of course you can come. I go most weeks, I try to read a book every week but sometimes, y’know,” you gesture around the office.

That’s how Spencer finds himself on the steps of the LAPL for what he believes to be the first time. He’d been to libraries before, obviously, but not since leaving Florida, and not for a long time. He knows you like to read, there’s often a paperback in your hand or your purse or your car, it’s your quiet time activity. He just assumed you bought your own books, but getting to walk hand in hand with you through the stacks as you browse, he definitely sees the appeal. 

You find your new book of the week and hold it up to him gleefully, and you don’t even have to pull him along to the desk for him to follow you dutifully. Spencer would let you stay in there for hours, gazing lovingly over at you as you talk familiarly with the librarian. 

Eventually, you cut yourself off and excuse yourself to return to your boyfriend, knowing that his ideal weekend plans probably didn’t include letting you drag him around the library. You really like Spencer, you don’t want to hijack all of your time together. 

Spencer hasn’t even considered that. In fact, he is actively planning the next time that the two of you can come back, desperate to see you so happy again. Desperate to make you that happy. 

It becomes almost a routine. The two of you begin your weekend by going out for breakfast somewhere, Spencer follows you around the library and then the two of you go home and spend the rest of the day quietly in one of your apartments. Usually it involves him playing Zelda on the couch with your feet in his lap while you churn through your book.

You fold around each other comfortably. You have your separate friends, your separate jobs (well… technically separate), and your separate hobbies. But as the weeks turn into months, Spencer sinks right into your little oasis in your apartment. 

His clothes end up in your drawers, he starts going in to work with homemade meals that are obviously made by someone who graduated culinary school (i.e, not him). Love pours endlessly out of every crevice, and Spencer feels like he’s drowning in it. Spencer loves his apartment, it’s his home, but as somebody who also loves you he loves your apartment a lot as well.

It feels like every single time he goes over he finds out something new about you and the way you love, which is why he’s not quite so sure why it took him so long to notice the empty shelves in your room.

You’re on your phone, lying on your stomach with your feet by the head of the bed. Spencer is just coming back from the kitchen, your coffee order in his hand when he notices it. “Are you gonna put something on that shelf?”

You look up from your phone to see the shelf he’s gesturing to. Spencer can’t pretend not to notice the way that your face falls. “Uh, sure. I can if you want?”

Spence shrugs as he comes to sit down beside you. You wriggle up so you’re sitting and take the coffee out of his hand. “I don’t care, babe. It’s your room.” He plants a kiss on the side of your face and swiftly moves on. “I just remembered on Saturday I made plans with Kiana, so I’m gonna have to skip the library, I’m sorry.” He does seem genuinely sorry to be missing out on the time spent with you, you deflate subtly.

“That’s totally fine,” you return his kiss. “Tell her I say hi. I’m not done with my current one anyway, so I might just stay home.” You love the library, you spend a lot of time there, but you’re looking forward to a nice morning by yourself at home. Then, you remember the date and groan quietly under your breath. “Never mind, I have to go in to renew it anyway, or else I’ll get another late fee.”

You’d only ever returned a library book late once in your entire life, something that Spencer found completely adorable. Especially so the fact that you viewed it as such a big deal. 

“I guess that’s the price you pay for them being free,” Spencer points out. 

You hum, “I wouldn’t mind having one or two that I get to keep,” you say it so concretely, so nonchalantly. As though it’s not actually something you’re able to do.

“Why don’t you buy a couple?”

You glance over at the empty shelves. “‘Cause it’s like, childish?”

Spencer frowns, sitting up straighter. “Babe, do you think I’m childish?”

You rush to fix your mistake. “No! Of course not, that’s not at all what I meant-”

Spencer takes your hand, putting the empty coffee cup on your nightstand. It’s filled with his things and that makes his heart swell. “No, I know you weren’t calling me childish. But do you think I am?” When you shake your head, he continues. “I have like, video game bullshit all over my place. You’re not childish for having things that you like in your apartment. Plus, books are like the most normal out of all collectibles.” His eyes are deep and sincere and you roll your heels underneath you, moving so your legs are spread out in front of you. “You want books? Buy a million fucking books, babe.”

You sigh, biting your bottom lip. “I know, it’s… I used to have stuff on that shelf,” you admit. “I had a bunch of books, I’d been collecting some of them since I was a kid and everything. My last boyfriend he, well. Doesn’t matter, long story short, I came home from work one day and they were all gone.”

Spencer is probably the last guy you’d expect to see involved in a fistfight. He’s 5 '6, he loves Hawaiian shirts and there is video evidence of him Fortnite dancing. But more than that, though, he loves you, which is why his first instinct is to go find whoever it was that did that and fuck them up.

“That’s so messed up?” He can’t even wrap his head around it. “Babe, what? No, oh my god.” He can’t even formulate a coherent sentence. You love so liberally, so generously, that the idea that someone had thrown away something you love made him physically sick.

“I’m so sorry that he did that to you, that’s fucked. Not your fault you know how to read and he doesn’t.” That makes you laugh, your chest shaking as you lean into him. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, rubbing your forearm gently. 

He and Kiana have plans on Saturday, and he has no intention of bailing on them, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling out his phone and texting her, asking if she’d be willing to make another stop with him while they were together.

The next Saturday, you get home from renewing your library book to find your boyfriend waiting out the front of your apartment. He beams at you as you reach him and you don’t have to look inside the box to know that once you stop kissing him you’ll find the beginnings of your next book collection. 

[dipplinduo]

Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)

[theorphicangel]

Ahhhhh congrats my dearest Angel!!! I'm so happy for you 💖 can I request for 'you got me flowers?' and 'your heart is beating so fast right now.' from the fluff prompts? Thank you and I love everything that you do <3

— Rei <3 @levi-supreme

hiii rei tysm for sending in an ask for my event ahhh! also I’m sorry this is like five months late…but I hope you like it nonetheless mwah mwah ❤️

You’ve had many bad days at work. Not an overwhelming amount, but you’ve experienced a few that’s made you want to curl up in bed for the rest of your life and not want to interact with a single human being ever again.

You’re not really sure what sin you’ve committed recently for the universe to have it out for you as soon as you woke up this morning. But you think it was bad enough to have you on your knees begging for mercy by the end of the day.

Bitter coffee, burnt toast and an annoying stain on your work clothes is the limit that you could cope with. Unexpected rain without your emergency umbrella, having to refill your car suddenly and a mountain of paperwork to deal with, is enough to definitely set your nerves on edge. But dealing with that one bitchy coworker, as well as constant complaints and backhanded compliments about your work from your manager was enough to set your emotions astray.

The worst of it all was forgetting your lunch that you took the time to prep the night before. You let out a groan, your palms covering your face in complete surrender. You’ve just had enough of this day already.

Just before you rose from your office chair to go grab an emergency lunch from the deli down the street, your phone vibrated with a text message. With a sigh, you had immediately planned not to respond at all but that was before you saw that it was from Levi.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:36pm]

- You left your lunch in the fridge.

That reminder was enough for your anger to rebubble on the surface again, despite that not being Levi’s intention.

You: [sent 12:37pm]

- I figured that out thanks.

It wasn’t like you to respond that way at all but given that you’ve been rushing around on your feet all morning without a single break and had been given a mountain pile of paperwork, you figure that there would be no one on earth who would be the happiest right now.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:37pm]

- Are you alright?

That question alone was enough to have your eyes watering. You hesitate in your reply, biting down on your bottom lip as you look at the screen, your thumbs frozen over the keyboard.

Should you be honest or lie about it?

But who would you be kidding? This is Levi after all. A man who knows you inside out, who can tell your mood based on the amount of emojis you send when you text.

You: [sent at 12:40pm]

- No, I’m not. Work is so shitty right now. I want to go home.

It doesn’t take long for him to reply; one of the many, many reasons as to why you love this man so much. Reading his text, your heart practically swells at his words.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:41pm]

- Want me to pick you up? Or drop off your lunch?

Instead of tears, your lips tilt into a smile. God, you’re so happy that you’re married to him.

You: Sent at 12:41pm]

- No, no it’s fine, I have a shit ton of work to do and if I don’t get it done today it’ll just pile on for next week and that’ll stress me out even more.

Your thumbs click send before typing out another text.

- Also, I’ll grab lunch at the deli xx :)

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- If you’re sure?

You reinforce that you are with a message of simple thumbs up emoji.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- Take out and movie tonight?

You: [sent 12:43pm]

- I would love that. :)))))

You reply, a real smile now stretching across your lips. This immediately brightens up your mood and gives you something to look forward to. With a positive outlook, you stand to get your lunch. Only five more hours of this shit and you’ll be free.

You can do this.

–

Home.

You quite like the way it sounds.

Home. It’s your safe place. A place where you can truly let go and be who you are without judgment or stress surrounding you constantly.

Your shoulders droop as you come to stand in front of your apartment door, your key in hand, positioned over the lock. Inserting the key, you twist. and when you hear a click, simultaneously push the door open.

“I’m home.” You announce breathlessly, not hesitating in slipping out of your shoes.

The sound of slippers shuffling on the oak hardwood floor grows louder as Levi approaches you. The first thing that catches your eye as he rounds the corner is a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

Your face lights up immediately, an inaudible gasp leaving your mouth. “You got me flowers?” And if you thought your heart bursted earlier today at his actions you were sure that it had completely gone to ruins by now.

A light blush reaches Levi’s cheeks and stretches all the way to the tips of his ear. “Ye-yeah.” he coughs a little shyly. “I was passing by the florist and I saw them on display.”

Your lips pout in complete affection for him as you take the flowers into your hands. “You really didn’t have to.”

He merely shrugs.“You were having a bad day, it’s the least–

Levi doesn’t get the chance to finish off his sentence as you randomly wrap your arms around him, your head landing on his chest. You take him by surprise at your sudden energy and he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.

You squeeze him tightly, eyes watering as you mumble your thanks, “I really don’t deserve you y’know?”

You hear Levi tut and feel his hand pat your head softly. “Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s true. “ you say. “I do not deserve you, Levi Ackerman.”

“Don’t get over sentimental about it, brat.”

“Your heart begs to differ.“ you point at his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“No it’s not.”

“I can hear–”

Levi pulls you away from his chest, clearly embarrassed. You miss the pink tinge on his cheeks deepen in shade as he turns around. “Go shower, you stink.”

“Awh, don’t be embarrassed, Le’. I really love them. Thank you.”

He says nothing more and trails off to the kitchen, the sound of his slippers smacking against the hardware floor again. You chuckle to yourself as you head towards your bedroom.

–

Today was a bad day.

Was.

It was until you were stuck with your lover on the couch, forcing him to watch your favorite soppy rom-com to cheer you up. Boxes of unfinished takeout lay on the coffee table ahead of you, a temptation to save them for tomorrow’s leftover.

Tilting your head, you turn to face him, a soft smile across your lips.

“What?” Levi grumbles. “Don’t look at me like that, I hate this movie.”

“But you watch with me everytime.”

“Yeah, because you get all soppy and cry at the ending.”

“So you act as my emotional support?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

You let out a chuckle at his words, completely unaware that he was serious. Little did you know that he held a pack of tissues in his left hand, that would magically appear to you as soon as the credits would roll on the screen and tears would roll down your face.

“I love you, Levi.” you say, resting your head on his chest.

Once again, you heard his heart rate increase. Yet this time you won’t mention it, sparing him from embarrassment.

“Unfortunately, I love you too.”

“Hey, don’t be mean!”

angel’s 500 event masterlist.

[bluesnailsstuff]

HALLO!!!

Can I draw Annie Pressley? SHES SO CUTE!!!

<333

I'm so honored that you even want to draw her thank you so much ahhhhhh <3

also, i know i made her design a bit confusing since i changed stuff around so if you want to know, this is how i draw her wings and stuff

but honesty you don't even need to worry about being accurate at all

goshhhh thank you so much again, just woke up and it brightened my day

[idv-sunsxin3]

HELLOO 🌻🌻🌻 I want to say that im really love your works especially Rusen Rosehearts who was Riddle twins, THEY/HE WAS SO SWEET AAAAA😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ definitely gonna take him to date /hj

I follow you in my other accound but sadly im forget my password tehe and im really happy to find your blog again🌻

Honestly im Curious what Rusen relationship with other Heartslabyul student like Trey, Cater, Deuce and Ace and what their first impression to Rusen?

Maybe you can make a HC or scenario about them🤔

If its bother you or making you uncomfortable, you can Ignore this!

Have a good day!🌻❤️

Riddle’s Twin Brother AU // Relationship with Heartslabyul

Note// most likely taken as preferably platonic- Thank you for liking this concept, he’d be nice enough to have fun with you, well, if his brother lets you heheheheh 🤔🤭✨ so glad that you found me tho, sorry for replying very late;; 🥺🌸

———

Trey

He most likely knows Rusen not long after he encountered little Riddle when they were kids. Riddle and Rusen are inseparable even currently, it becomes pretty normal to see the other twin around as time passes.

He honestly appreciates a lot the company Rusen offers, who often tends to walk around the dorm and often bumps into Trey at the kitchen. Ending up asking if he can help the 3rd year with the baking duty, cleaning the kitchen and utensils, preparing the table- Trey finds Rusen a “good boy”, who deserves some headpats <333

There is always this cute silly dynamic between them, they were not so talkative when they were little at first because they were kinda just “friends by association” and the one who brings the bridge to the reason why they hang out together was Riddle- but aftermath and today, they started to get closer and gotten to know each other. Sharing the common fact that they have this unconditional love and care towards Riddle, who is like a brother to them.

Rusen honestly knows how to bake more than cooking,,, so the soup he once made for Trey didn’t turned out as he planned/lh yet Trey still ate it and complimented it, giving some fair feedback with a smile that brightens Rusen’s motivation to improve 🥺😭

Rusen has the habit of ruffling Trey’s hair whenever he gets flour on it- Trey finds it pretty cute that someone so short likes to look after him too;;; Imagine Riddle’s lab coat card, like the twins probably tries to look after Trey who was having a fever at that time- it was pretty problematic but the 3rd year still appreciated their effort djdjjddj

Cater

Not gonna lie, he didn’t expect Riddle to have a twin- one that kinda acts like his shadow.

It was a bit fascinating how he didn’t get to learn that sooner until the curtains slide open, revealing Rusen who happened to stand beside Riddle’s throne this whole time by the time it was the second meeting at the dorm.

At first, the moment he realizes Rusen is a bit different from his brother made him want to bully him a little;;; but well, he wasn’t that foolish especially when Rusen is often seen sticking around with the housewarden who happened to be his brother- even Rusen proved himself that he’s capable to get someone to respect him, even if it’s by force after being so kind… 😇

At the end, Cater wouldn’t dare to press the other’s buttons. Instead, he’s quite glad Rusen is more open when it comes to learning the art of media.

“Spreading awareness and popularity of Heartslabyul? That sounds spectacular. Maybe it might help with funding the dorm for certain necessities-“ Rusen once comment and so on, Cater just being happy hearing him say such thoughtful things. Knowing how dedicated the red-headed is to give the Heartslabyul students everything they need. As if he’s acting like a caring little brother,,,

I like to imagine there is this silly realization thought Cater ever has, which is Rusen ever be acting as mean as Riddle. He would whine so much by the thought of it that he would even grab the poor strawberry shorty and shake him, begging him to “never change his precious heart” DJDJJDDNJEJJ-

Ace

I feel like ADeuce views Rusen as a “monk” or some kind of saint- he’s the forgiving twin unlike Riddle. Sometimes lenient, while still keeping the one-braincell duo on their toes before they do something that makes Riddle get steamy.;;;

Despite facing the same strict treatment and discipline, Rusen is the daring one out of the two twins. Bending rules and making some mischief in his younger days and successfully hiding evidence before ever being suspected… He smoothly even covers Ace’s mess at certain times if he finds that necessary too, that even Trey and Riddle would buy it! Ace, after learning this, started to then view him as the “sly senior”…

Bro, for someone who is like a taller but younger brother to Rusen, there are times Ace wants to make fun of him- if only Riddle wasn’t often around to see that;;

But besides that, Rusen often forgives whenever he causes mistakes, sometimes pointing out the problems he does that he probably didn’t notice. His patience probably confused the 1st year so much;;; but slowly and surely, Ace started to understand and listens to his advice. Sometimes would come to him if he has any questions to the 2nd year twin.

Deuce

Deuce is on his knees,,, he was so confused and embarrassed the time he mistaken Rusen as Riddle- How could it get any worse???

Gets so shy after first meeting him- like he probably doubts Rusen likes to talk to him after mistaking him with another person like- it was so awfulll- but no, Rusen still smiles at him and asks him if he wants tea. What??? REALLY??? 😭🥺

Goes sad puppy whenever he gets scolded by Rusen, even if it’s gently and not meaning to degrade him- Seeing Rusen displeased makes him feel so guilty,,,

But well- now he’s crying just because Rusen was so patient to help him out with studying for a test without getting mad for failing the previous tests- this is not on his bingo list but omg;;;

Rusen-senpai has the heart of a saint <//3

Deuce deeply respects Rusen as much as he wants to devote to the dorm and the housewarden- he would even take a hit for him!!! He often feels like he owes him a lot, when in reality Rusen doesn’t have the heart to bonk people and confiscating their UM tbh;;;

He would scold Ace whenever Ace tries to get on Rusen’s nerves- he be going like ‘how dare you speak to sweetheart-senpai like that-‘/lh

[brighteststar707]

OMGGG CONGRATS ON 2 YEARS OF THIS BLOG !!!! I can't believe it's been that long already, I'm so excited for you and I'm SO excited your requests are open !!! 💖💖💖💖💖

I would love number 18 : hello/goodbye hugs that linger with Zen and an afab Reader 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 if that's okay !! Thank you for everything you do, and we're all so excited for you !!! I hope you have an awesome day bestie !!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

Mandieee! Thank you so much for the congratulations <333 Seeing you on my dash is always such a highlight to my day, I'm so grateful for you <33 I hope this fic is everything you hoped for and more!

Hugs That Linger

✦Zen x fem!Reader ✦ Words: 1310

Zen is a touchy person by nature around people he cares about. It’s something he’s often teased about by the other RFA members and something often speculated about by the members of his fanclubs. Was the arm he offered to his latest castmate as she descended the stairs on those treacherous heels chivalrous or romantic? Surely it had to have meant something more (it didn't). It didn’t stop the speculations running wild, though.

He loves to throw his arm over his friends’ shoulders when they’re laughing over something ridiculous. After a few drinks, he always slaps Yoosung’s shoulder and gives him life advice that he insists is important (despite Yoosung’s protests). He hugs everyone in greeting when he sees them and throws around affectionate nicknames like it’s nothing to him.

She is no exception. From the day she started working with the RFA, he has been calling her cute nicknames and hugging her and patting her head when he’s proud of her. Little things that have slowly accumulated into a little collection in her mind that she often runs through (most often subconsciously before she falls asleep).

But she is sure that she isn’t making things up when she catches him looking at her with a warmth and affection that makes her cheeks burn, or when he holds her hand when they’re leaving the theatre after another successful show. It can’t just be his playful nature catching her off-guard, can it?

She wouldn’t know what to do with herself and her growing feelings if it turned out to be true.

The crowds at the stage door every night are getting bigger. Everyone is carrying little gifts for Zen or photographs they’d like to be autographed. She stands in the middle of the crowd with everyone else, hoping to surprise him. She managed to get tickets for tonight's show by chance and didn't have time to tell him she'd be there. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers, just a small token to show him how proud she is of him.

When he finally emerges, the crowd cheers his name and she can just about make out the bashful pride on his face as he greets his fans. This is what he was made for, the life he was always supposed to lead, she thinks. And yet, there’s something flat about the look. As if there is something he’s missing.

He starts greeting the fans at the front of the crowd one by one, taking a moment with each to ask for their names and to sign an autograph for them (she remembers just a few days ago he was absentmindedly signing a piece of paper during an RFA meeting, trying to get the flourish of his pen just right).

He hasn’t spotted her yet – she doesn’t blame him. The crowd is big and everyone makes the most of the time they spend in his presence. And to his credit, he gives everyone their moment to shine. He thanks them individually for supporting him, repeats their name back to them (which never fails to make them smile) and flashes them the unforgettable Zen smile.

He also gives each of them a quick hug or a shoulder squeeze. A quick touch of contact as if to say this is real. She finds herself mentally taking note of these moments as they pass. How strange.

Eventually, he gives the crowd a quick scan again and spots her amongst the fans.

All at once, his expression brightens up and turns into a look of unbridled excitement. It fills out that last thing that was missing from his expression, makes it look finally complete. He calls her name and urges people to make way for her to get to him. She quickly joins him at the front of the crowd and, without hesitation, he pulls her into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around her waist, palm holding her body close to his, and the other behind her head, supporting her as he lifts her off the ground slightly. She still holds the flowers in one hand, but he hasn’t noticed them yet.

All she can do is wind her arms around his neck and hold on and enjoy the warmth radiating off of him. She feels safe, wrapped up in him like this, trusts that he will hold her safely until he chooses to set her down again. And then, absentmindedly, as she is noting the smell of his shampoo still lingering in his hair, she realizes that for all the hugs he has given today, none have been like this. He holds her like she is something precious.

“I’m so happy to see you, babe,” he murmurs into her hair.

She pretends that his statement doesn’t set off a million tiny fireworks in her stomach.

She isn’t sure for how long the hug lasts, only that it is over too soon, and that it felt like both an eternity and like a second (and that she wants to hug him again the second he sets her down).

Finally, she is able to present him the flowers, and he beams as he takes the bouquet gently from her hands. Before their exchange ends and he has to go back to greeting his fans, he turns to her and says, “Will you wait with me until it’s time to go?”

As if she can say no to those eyes.

“Of course, Zen.”

He grins. “Great, then I’ll walk you home!”

The rest of the crowd passes surprisingly quickly. You exchange a few words with some fans before they leave (and dodge some questions about your relationship to Zen that you don’t yet have the answers to). Every so often, he will turn to her with a look of disbelief on his face as if to say can you believe that this is happening? It’s contagious and by the time he is greeting and thanking the last fans, his smile is mirrored on her face.

Once the last fans leave, he throws his arm over her shoulders to pull her close to him again. It seems like second nature, as if he doesn’t even have to think about it. She, on the other hand, is thinking about it (a lot). Though, she tries to play it cool. She reaches for his hand that is resting over her shoulder and holds it there securely so he can’t slip away from her.

The walk back to her home is quiet, comfortable. They talk about the show, about her day, about everything they had missed out on since the last RFA meeting. Time passes without either of them seeming to notice and, even though they took the long way back to her house, they seem to arrive at her door all too quickly.

“Well…” he says, not yet pulling away from her.

“Well…” she replies, clinging to his hand harder. “Thank you for walking me home.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

He finally moves, but it’s not to pull away. He turns slightly, and pulls her close to him again, both his hands draped across her waist. Where the last hug was firm, this one is soft. Gentle.

She responds in turn, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and holding him tight. This hug definitely goes on for longer than hugs usually do, but neither of them seem to care. Before he pulls away, she takes a leap of courage. She is spurred on by the warmth of his embrace, by the lingering scent of his cologne and the realisation of how right it feels to be held by him this way. It all gives her the boost she needs to angle her face slightly and murmur into his ear, “Zenny, would you like to come inside?”

He shivers, and she feels every movement against her body.

"Yes," he replies, his voice husky.

[mxmarsbars]

I'm immediately going to all of my favorite artists to compliment them after finding out how anonymous asks work. AND YOU'RE ONE OF THEM

I don't even know where to start, I have your twt open with your art on another window right now

The Etho killing Skizz art, I don't even have any words to describe it. THE SUN BEHIND ETHO IS SUCH A GREAT PART OF THE PIECE. IT BRINGS ATTENTION TO THE TOP AND POPS OUT. AND SKIZZ LOOKING SO CONTENT WITH HIS DECISION AND ACCEPTING OF ETHO BEING THE ONE TO TAKE HIM OUT T_T /POS

MARTYN'S LIMITED LIFE FINALE ART IS SO AMAZING AND DETAILED TOO. I LOVE HOW IN THE TOP RIGHT CORNER IT SPLITS AND HAS GEM & LIZZIE ALIGNED TO CLEO & PEARL'S FACES. THAT IS SO COOL

Also I just really wanted to point out the art of Bdubs kissing Impulse while stabbing Etho. I just really like that for no reason in particular (I really like Etho)

Impulse hugging Bdubs too, I love it so much. And the one with Etho just being like 😐 and the sparkles in the background

AND THE CLEO ART FOR MYRA'S DTIYS. THE LIGHTING AND HAIR IS AMAZING

The White Castle art of Etho as a Ghost and Impulse hugging Etho are probably two things that got me interested in White Castle. I didn't even THINK of them before. But now they're one of the duos I really like. Then again I love any Etho duo. BUT THEYRE DEFINITELY ONE OF MY TOP 5

The composition in your art is so amazing as well, it really highlights specific details really well and implies ideas VERY well

The art of Impulse with the cherry blossoms are so cute too. And BigB being all creepy makes it VERY unsettling /pos

You did an AMAZING job making BigB look as unsettling as possible

The weeping angel Etho art too <333

ALSO THE IMPULSE "LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR", IMPULSE WITH A STAR OVER HIS EYE, AS WELL AS THE VERY RECENT SCAR ART. THOSE ARE ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECES. EVERYTHING ABOUT THOSE ARE SO COOL AND AMAZING

THE VERY CLEAR IMPROVEMENT IN THE 2023 ART THREAD TOO. Your art from January is STILL VERY COOL AND AMAZING, but I love how your art very clearly improved from January to December. That's such an amazing accomplishment to do in 12 months

I hope you have a GREAT and amazing day/night! \o/

I just had this big ol smile on my face while reading that entire thing like oh my goodness gracious

just?? thank you?? for such kind words and for also keeping up with my art?? I feel so appreciated and seen and?? like I’m about to explode /pos??

I don’t even know how to respond I’m just all jumbled up and giddy and like wowzers!! just know that I REALLY appreciate everything you said like so so much it is making my brain go BOOM!! >_<

whenever I hear stuff like this, no matter how detailed or specific, it always makes me just so unbelievably happy. I love being reminded that I exist and can be perceived and people LIKE perceiving me.

thank you genuinely so much this brightened my day like a lot :]

also you’re welcome for getting you into white castle aka one of the best duos like ever because I say so B]

[icharchivist]

Hi, do you still keep touch with norowareshimono? How is she? I remember she switched fandoms long ago, but does she plan to glance back at dgm? I was a fan of hers (and yours! haha), I adore how she managed to pick up Japanese, her contributions were huge.

omg hiii <3 that's such a sweet ask!

I am indeed still in contact with Noro! We still talk once in a while. She's been very busy lately, life hasn't cut her any slack recently @.@

we've talked about dgm recentlyish and she did mention to me she fell behind a little but was planning on going back to it when she gets a little more time. though i don't know if it means she'll come back to post about it.

I did transfer her your ask though!

here's how she replied:

It really cheered her up and i'm so happy for that <333

That's genuinely so sweet and i'm so happy you felt this way. Noro's analysis were always fascinating to read, because she really ended up looking deep into the Japanese text or extended material (like interviews) that we wouldn't normally have access to, and i loved how she could point out to hidden meanings we weren't usually tuned to because of the language barrier.

i love to overanalyse things and i'm so touched you liked also my contribution to it, but truly being able to point at things i thought were worth looking into and having Noro deep dive into the Japanese pages to comment on that has been one of the most inspiring and fascinating way i've approached dgm.

I owe a lot to the angle Noro brought to those readings. And an interview Noro translated was what made so much of dgm click to me and has been a basis for my analysis since then. I genuinely feel like Noro's contribution to the fandom has been enlightening, i genuinely owe her so much for it.

The fact others people agree about it, even now after all these years, just makes me so happy. Noro really deserves all the praise, and she mentioned further in the conversation we had about your ask that it was so unexpected and confusing, but especially she felt so honored about it, it genuinely made her day and that makes me so happy for her sake.

So thank you very much for this ask, and as Noro's friend, thank you so much for brightening her day like you just did <333

Hope you have a nice day anon, and hopefully we'll discuss all of those again one day <33

take care!!

[inkykeiji]

i have so much love for you clari. your fics hold me together through such a turbulent time of my life, you have no idea how much the words that you write or how sweetly you treat your readers mean to me and everyone else. you are one hundred percent an angel and I’m the happiest to have encountered a soul like yours <3 I’m doing this off anon for the first time so you know there’s people in the distance that root for you and have your back! (i was the anon who talked to you about bonten and tokyorev the first time, i also just send the link to the mikey art and the sukuna-nii fic (＃＞＜), so yeah I’ve been here a couple of times hahaha)

oh my gosh <333 i woke up to this ask this morning, and it made me cry for like thirty minutes straight (in a good way!!!) <3 thank you so, so, so much for taking a moment to tell me all of this; i genuinely cannot express how special this is and how much i cherish your words. it just transcends language. to hear that my writing has helped even one person, to know that it was able to brighten someone’s day or bring a smile to their face, even if only for a little, means the whole entire world to me and makes every single thing (including staying alive) SO fucking worth it.

it was so brave of you to say this off anon, and i am so happy you did, so i can put a face to such a beautiful message!! thank you for reading my work, thank you for interacting with me, thank you for being here in the most general sense. it truly is so special to me, and i appreciate you more than words could ever express <3 i am sending so so soooooo much love and light your way, thank you again for sending me something so touching and heartfelt <3

[anixknowsnothin]

HAPPY LOVE LETTERS NIGHT (SORRY I'M LATE)

my dear Anix, you are one of the funniest, the most chaotic, the most genuine and the most lovely people that I have ever come across! I hope to one day have as much energy as you do. You love the things you love deeply and unapologetically and I love you for that! Please never change! We need more people like you in the world. I look forward to seeing your posts and seeing you in my notes (because we know that it's a lot and I love that, it always brightens up my day) I'm so glad I found you on here. I love you so much

OMGGG THANK YOUUUU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

also irl i don't have that much energy hahaha

i hope you never change either, i love you just the way you are <3

keep blogging and reblogging, i can't wait to stalk you once again hehe

once again, i love youuuu <333 have a great day!

[astraystayyh]

hi, my love.

I'm not gonna wish you a happy new year because life isn't constant happiness.

but i will wish you a very fulfilling experience, I wish you a gentle year, a life that's kind to you, and a place filled by people who value you for you.

I wish you a view of all of nature's wonders, and I wish you days spent finding small bits of bliss in little things. I wish you specks of pixiedust to brighten up your days. I wish you the warmth of the sun and the calm of the ocean. I wish you the comfort of the earth and the freedom of the wind. I wish you life, my angel.

Most of all I wish you hope and strength to make it through the agony you might have to face, I wish you the constant knowledge of the fact that calm always comes after a storm. healing always follows suffering, even if not immediately. And I wish you companionship of those who will remind you of your brilliance, for you are one of the kindest human to be. and you will be loved.

-nyx

NYX you can't be a real human you're like an angel sent to me, how are you the absolute sweetest person I've ever encountered;;;;;;;; ngl this actually made me cry u have no idea how much i needed these words :((( im actually at loss of what to say, i have so so so much love for you and your beautiful mind and your gentle heart, and i am so so lucky to have ur kindness be bestowed upon me :(((

i wish you a lovely, gentle year my nyx,, filled with warmth and love and the light that you seep in other's lives, i hope you are content with your existence and you find beauty and joy in the smallest things, i hope that waking up every day feels like a gift to you because you deserve it my love <333 thank you again I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[potato-jem]

hello nero my beloved soulmate <3

i finally started to work!! i told you like over a week ago i was going to start, but bureaucracy is shit so i hat to wait this long. but i started and it was really nice!!

it’s tiring, i can already see that. i work in a make up store so a lot of people come in and have no idea what do do or even more think they know everything and when you tell them “no this is a mascara not a lipstick” they say you’re wrong and walk away with a few insults. but anyway 😂 it is dynamic, i always have something to do so i’m liking it so far!!

as a first day, it was really nice. except, i will have to work until 10pm tomorrow 😭 the shop is in a mall so they have crazy hours and i won’t be able to celebrate my birthday :(

not that i’m a big fan of huge birthday celebrations as you know, but i was hoping in a nice dinner out with a friend or a cake (lol i’m always for cake) but apparently it’ll have to wait.

anyway, i’m about to get my nose pierced so i’m very happy about this self birthday present!!! (if that is even a thing) :D i’ll let you know how it goes of course!!

and how are you doing love?? how are uni, work and life treating you?? i’m spinning you around and giving you a forehead kiss <3

hello cece my beloved soulmate <3

you have no idea how much i needed this letter. i have to thank the universe for sending you the urge to send me it!

but yay, new job! ooh, a makeup store, that would be so fun. i can just imagine you can use all the products to create a fun little makeup look every day of the week. i’m very happy you are enjoying it! and retail definitely had its highs and lows, but as long as you’re happy, i have no doubt you will thrive there!!

it sucks that you not only have to work until 10pm on your second day, but also on your birthday!! (it’s actually your birthday here right now, but i was going to go to your askbox at 8am so my letter arrived at exactly midnight for you) i mean it is lucky you do not like a big celebration, but cake is always good :( (maybe you can buy one to have after your shift or on your meal break if you have one??)

oh my god yay!! i actually got some new nose jewellery yesterday too! i got a plain silver hoop, a silver stud with a white gem and a silver hoop with a moon charm on it! i’m so excited for you, and yes, please tell me how it goes!

well, i am doing alright. i am on my midsemester break this week and i had my friend over for a night, it was so nice to see her. i just had a little crying session, but nothing to worry about! i always seem to cry whenever i have to slightly open up to someone, especially my mum, because i hate doing it. crying is quite therapeutic, i wish i did it more often. but moving on!

i also have to do a few assignments for uni, but it also means i have an extra week off next week, so i’m glad i have time to chill.

once again, thank you so much for your letter, they always brighten my day! i’m hugging you tight and giving you a cupcake for your birthday!! <333

[writer-komaru]

hiii just wanted to let you know I visit your page everyday because your writing is to die for and I love it

Awwwww thank you cute little anon!! I’m so happy you like my writing!! 🥹🥹☺️🫶🫶 I try my best to produce good quality writing (to the best of my current ability) to brighten people’s days and/or give ‘em a little bit of well deserved entertainment. Writing gives me a medium to share my ideas with others and the fact people like my ideas too makes this blog to rewarding <333

As long as I’m mentally able to come up with silly ideas and turn them into words (while taking breaks so I don’t burn out again) I’ll keep providing you with some spicy and sweet food!

[rosylamb]

birth of venue, the scream, guernica ♡⁠

Oh!

My wonderful friend !!! ♡

[hugs!<333]

This brightens my day so much . . . I’m always so very happy to see you!! :D

Thank you for giving me something to smile about today. ♡ ♡

Hmm okay, let’s see!

♡ birth of venus: do you have a favorite myth? if so, what is it?

I had to think on this, but I think maybe the sacrifice of Iphigenia. c:

In greek mythology, Iphigenia was the daughter of King Agamemnon and Queen Clytemnestra!

Agamemnon offends the Goddess Artemis by killing a sacred deer, so she stops all winds, and his ships are not be able to sail. To appease her, he is commanded to kill Princess Iphigenia as a sacrifice so that his ships can set sail to Troy!

He lies and tells her that she is to marry Achillles before they leave. When she arrives at the port of Aulis, however, she finds out the truth. Achilles tries to prevent the sacrifice, but Iphigenia still decides to sacrifice herself anyway!

In some versions, she is sacrificed at Aulis, but in others Artemis substitutes Iphigenia for a deer and rescues her. Princess Iphigenia is then brought by the goddess to the city of Tauris where she becomes Artemis' priestess.

I think this always appealed to me, because Iphigenia ultimately decides to sacrifice herself on her own.

Her choice is a selfless one made for others. Despite how sad and afraid she was, she still wanted to do the right thing.

It’s very inspiring!

I hope that if I ever need to, that I can be that selfless someday, too. c:

♡ the scream: do you have an unusual fear?

Well, I’m not sure if it’s unusual, but I have a recurring nightmare of being left alone!

I’m not sure why, but it always really unsettles me being all by myself in a scary situation.

I am easily frightened though, so perhaps it is a subconscious fear of being afraid, and having nowhere to go?

I do not enjoy these dreams at all!! ;-;

♡ guernica: tell a story - any story you like

Once when I was small, my sister and I were playing a game where we’d race each other to a tree in our yard, and then come back.

After a few turns, I kept running past the tree . . . and did not run back.

I ended up running really far from my house! I was fast!!

When did I plan to stop? Where was I going?

I have no idea honestly!

I was eventually found by my dad, but to this day it’s a mystery as to why I suddenly broke off, and ran away like that. :’)

Thank you again, my friend!! ♡

This was so nice, and it cheered me so much to see you today! So I am hoping that something might brighten and cheer you today, too, and that your day will be full of happy things! :D

Sending many warm hugs, and kind thoughts! Take care ~ ! xoxo

♡ ⋆ 🎀 ﾟ⊹ ｡.:*✧ ✿ 🧁 💗