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Kinktober Library Event!

The library will have an event throughout October! These books will be short, around from 0.4k to 1.5k words! This event is for 18+ audiences only! Those found in this event that are younger or unstated will be banned from the library!

This will be a mix of Unnamed/Ocs and Characters

There are trigger warnings on all the books!

Here is the schedule!

Day 1 - Pet Play

Bark, Dog / Theodorus Van Gogh

Day 4 - Hunter - Prey + Size Kink

Hunt You Down, Eat You Alive / Male Naga

Day 7 - Pussy/Cock Worship

My One And Only / Obsessed Submissive Stalker

Day 10 - Face Riding + Praise

Rest On Me / Himegima Gyomei

Day 13 - Dacryphilia + Degrading, Edge Play

Annoying / Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Day 16 - Power Play + Humiliation

He Alone Is The Honoured One / Gojo Satoru

Day 19 - Virginity + Soft, Praise, Age Gap

First Steps / Nanami Kento

Day 22 - Sleepy Sex + Riding

I'll Do All The Work / Leonardo Da Vinci

Day 25 - Hand Kink + Size Difference, Hook Up

I'll Pay Extra / Fushiguro Toji

Day 28 - Against The Wall + Age Gap, Dub-Con, Jealous Sex

Teacher's Pet / Perv Professor

Day 31 - Free Use + Drugging, Non-Con, Cult, Voyeurism

A Treat For You All / Douma

[chevlvrs]

Feminist icon if you ask me

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[lichtluv]

˚₊‧─────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱─────‧₊˚

𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞?

˚₊‧─────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱─────‧₊˚

જ⁀➴ ᴡᴏʟꜰɢᴀɴɢ ᴀᴍᴀᴅᴇᴜꜱ ᴍᴏᴢᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevamp suitors smell like? PT.1

Bonjour mes chers voyageurs du temps! This is Part 1 of "What Do Ikemen Vampire Suitors Smell Like?" Since there are so many suitors in this game, I’m afraid this post will be divided into four different parts. Sooooo, I hope you really enjoy this very first part of these headcanons featuring Ikemen Vampire suitors!!!!

Napoleon Bonaparte

"A Hero That Appears Once Every Thousand Years." A revolutionary who possesses overwhelming strength. The charismatic leader with a natural aura that draws people to him. Yet behind that cool facade lies a man who yearns for everyone to live in peace. He is straightforward and blunt. Napoleon needs a perfume that matches his overwhelming charisma and his contradictory nature—between strength and the desire for peace. He deserves a scent as magnetic and complex as his personality, with notes that represent his vibrant energy and fierce determination, as well as his duality, with a hidden sensitivity beneath his strong exterior. He requires a powerful and robust fragrance that reflects his innate strength and elegance. I'm sensing a really strong leather scent with some woodiness, a truly masculine fragrance but also clean. Let's be honest, nowadays he'd probably smell like aftershave and Old Spice, but since he was a really powerful emperor, let's make it a bit more sophisticated and fancy.

Notes: Bergamot, pink pepper, rosemary, rose (dark rose), cardamom, oud, cedar wood, leather, amber and patchouli.

Perfumes he might like:

Tuscan Leather - Tom Ford

Royal Oud - Creed

Interlude Man - Amouage

Leather Oud - Dior

Oud Immortel - Byredo

1 Million Privé - Paco Rabanne

Cuir Ottoman - Parfum Empire

French Leather - Memo Paris - His favourite, for the motherland.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

A prodigy who began composing at the age of five. A man who lives and breathes music (but don’t ask him to draw or paint). He is distant and abrasive, yet it seems our ‘pookie’ has a sensitive heart beneath his iron mask. He is also very straightforward, like Napoleon, but in a ‘tsundere’ way. Above all, he is a perfectionist, and dealing with him is certainly a challenge, though all challenges have their rewards. One thing about Mozart that doesn’t sit right with me is that he’s not a “Vieja chismosa” or “gossiping old lady”, so maybe he’s not as perfect as he thinks… He needs a fragrance that reflects his drive for perfection, elegance, and, at the same time, the vulnerability hidden behind his cold facade. He requires fresh, sharp notes—bright and noticeable, but in an orderly and precise manner. In contrast, he also needs something more floral and powdery, soft and clean, to create that contrast between a cold and distant appearance and his sensitive heart. All of this should rest on a woody, musky base to provide structure and stability, echoing his need for perfection and order.

Notes: Lemon, bergamot, pink pepper, orange blossom, jasmine, iris, violet, vetiver, white musk and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Allure Homme Édition Blanche - Chanel

Homme - Dior

Colonia Essenza - Acqua di Parma

Terre d'Hermès Eau Très Fraîche - Hermès

Infusion d’Iris - Prada - His favourite, elegant, clean and solid, just like him, perfect.

L'Eau - Serge Lutens

Vetiver Extraordinaire - Frédéric Malle

L’Air du Temps - Nina Ricci

Jean d'Arc

The Beautiful Heretic. A soldier who served in the Hundred Years' War. Jean's listless and emotionless eyes, paired with his stoic expression, contrast with his ethereal beauty. A kind-hearted, strong man who believes he deserves no happiness. I don’t know about you, but when I think of him, the image of a lily comes to mind. He truly looks ethereal, almost embodying a decadent and sorrowful beauty. He also reminds me of a stray cat, a lost child who just wants someone he can trust, and to feel loved and accepted. Like Mozart, he is a tsundere, but in a softer and sadder way. His scent needs to reflect both his ethereal appearance and the deep sadness within, along with his heretical nature and his duality between purity and impurity. He is our androgynous king, and although he despises it when people point out that aspect of him, he secretly loves and embraces it by wearing unisex and feminine fragrances. All of his perfumes are gifted by Le Comte, since he wants his child to smell amazing.

Notes: Incense, lily, lily of the valley, juniper, sage, myrrh, rose, violet, talc, oud, leather and musk.

Perfumes he might like:

La Religieuse - Serge Lutens - His favourite, Mozart always compliments him when he’s wearing it.

Avignon - Comme des Garçons

Honour Man - Amouage

L'Ombre Dans L'Eau - Diptyque

Oud Fleur - Tom Ford

Encens Chembur - Byredo

Black Afgano - Nasomatto

L’Eau Trois - Diptyque

Encre Noir - Lalique

Isaac Newton

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. It is said that he deeply resents being associated with apples, and Dazai and Arthur know that very well. But does that stop them from teasing our poor Newt? No. Would it stop me? Also no. Our apple boy will never be able to separate himself from apples, but I know he secretly likes it, hehe. A little awkward, and always the contrarian. It’s also known that Isaac has a different "meal time" rule than the other residents, but why? Is there a reason behind that? Surely there is. Is it a dark and scary secret? Not impossible. Is he autistic with obsessive-compulsive tendencies? Maybe, probably. Would that stop me from loving him? Absolutely not, because, boy, same. Now, I’m going to say something that might surprise you, but his scent definitely has apple notes, I'm 100% sure of it lol. In a more serious way, I'm also sensing some fresh herbal notes and spices, all layered over a darker base with earthy and animalic tones.

Notes: Cedarwood, cardamom, fig leaves, red apple, green apple, ginger, tonka bean, vetiver, amber and musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Apple Brandy - By Kilian - His favourite. Vincent gifted him this perfume, he thought it was cute because of the name, since he allegedly hates apples and can’t tolerate alcohol. Spoiler, the perfume doesn't even have apple notes nor liqueur notes.

English Pear & Freesia - Jo Malone

Enigma - Roja Parfums

Vétiver Fatal - Atelier Cologne

Layton - Parfums de Marly

Sartorial - Penhaligon's

Pulp - Byredo

English Oak & Redcurrant - Jo Malone

The entire set of Nina Ricci perfumes (the apple shaped ones) - Gifted in a mocking and teasing way by Arthur and Dazai.

I know this part has been too short compared to the ones i've already made from ikeprince and ikevillains, but, as I said before, in ikevamp there are so many characters with such complex, strong and unique personalities. But don't worry, this is not the end my dears, we will see again in the next part!!!!!!! Au revoir, mes chéris.

[shatcey]

INTERLUDE (dramatic ending)

Actually, I'm not really happy about this ending…

MC was kidnapped… again… There were too many sweet declarations of love for her which I really don't get it, she literally did nothing… Is this her charm or something?

But there were a couple of scenes that made me laugh.

Oh, Jean, honey, it's probably too hard for you to understand. Just take it as a matter of course. (Pat-pat on the head). I'll explain it to you later, babe.

Wolfie, you're thinking too straight. It's a very calculated decision to spend time at the casino. Even Harrison knows that it's very easy to gather information there. Oh, you don't know Harrison… Forget that I mentioned him…

Clavis, is that you? What are you doing in this game?

Honey, I think right about now all women have suddenly remembered that they cannot walk (probably not only women)… I would definitely say that… Why did I suddenly feel bad about it? Oh, damn you, conscience, why now??

That's about it.

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[arthurs-puppygirl]

My sleep paralysis demons watching me sleep:

[violettduchess]

Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙

A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.

Fluff

The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…

Leonardo:

….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.

Mozart:

…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.

Theo:

…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm. 

Napoleon:

…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.

Comte:

….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.

Arthur:

…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.

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@hhoneypop. — “ hide in the moonlight, no such thing as miracles. . . ”

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[twistedwonderworm]

Headcanons: Residents with a Child!MC

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🍷Comte🍷

He's the father figure of the group so he'd be the closest to you. A really good father figure and very protective. Sometimes a little too protective.

Not like you can blame him though. You're just a fragile, tiny human alone so of course you need someone to protect you. 

He can be strict whenever you do get into trouble but he doesn't like punishing you too harshly. If you burst into tears at his scolding, his paternal instincts kick in and he'll do whatever he can to comfort you.

🦅Napoleon🦅

Big brother Napo is another one that is very close to you. This guy gives me the impression that he probably loves children. He is also just as protective of you as Comte is. 

If something is bothering you, you can come to him for help. Though if it's something you don't want to talk to anyone about, he won't pressure you about it.

Just know if you're ever in need, big brother Napo is there for you. He'll have your back no matter what.

📝Arthur📝

More of an uncle than a brother or father figure but I can see him liking kids. 

Most people would say he's not a good role model but I feel like he'd be a good one. Always gives you life advice and is always there to help if you need him.

Of course, he'll be a little hard to win over, especially with a human child. He doesn't like the idea of losing someone he cares about to the passing of time.

🦉Mozart🦉

Mozart doesn't even like the other residents interrupting him so of course he's not going to be going anywhere around you. It's nothing personal, he just prefers to be alone.

If you do end up getting close to Jean though, he may get closer to you as well. He and Jean are close friends so Mozart loves to see Jean start letting more people in.

Also if you're a calm, quiet kid who likes music however, he probably won't mind you sitting in his room as he plays. Hell, he might even teach you how to play. Just don't be too loud, okay?

🐯Jean🐯

Most likely to stay the furthest away from you. It's not that he doesn't like you, oh no it's the opposite really. He absolutely adores you. It's just that he's afraid of hurting you.

It's no secret that Jean doesn't drink as much as he should and you're just so small and fragile. He could easily hurt a child like you if he wasn't careful.

But if you gently break down his walls, he can't run from you forever. He desperately wants to be a big brother to you like Napo but he's not sure if it's possible for him.

🍎Isaac🍎

Doesn't like kids. At least this is what he says. It's just a cover. Between not wanting to accidentally hurt you as well as not wanting you to mess with his work, he's another one who'll probably stay away from you

If you are known for wandering all around the mansion, he'll probably stay locked up in his room unless he absolutely needs something. Otherwise, he'll try to keep to places where you don't go.

He may warm up to you eventually but it'll take a lot longer than it'll take for others since he's as guarded as he is.

🎨Vincent🎨

Kids? He loves kids! Sweet little Vincent is probably the most eager to be around you besides Napo and Comte.

If you're interested in painting, he'll be incredibly happy. He's very helpful with tips and even lets you sit with him as he paints.

He'll be the absolute best big brother you could ever ask for besides Napo. I mean he does have experience being Theo's big brother.

 

🐶Theodorus🐶

He could pass on dealing with a kid. If Vincent is happy around you, then you're alright. Theo however just isn't too big on kids himself.

He does get a little jealous seeing Vincent being happy around you, but he's also very happy. All he wants is for Vincent to be happy.

Eventually though he'll start to realize that you see them both as older brothers and he'll try to start being as good a big brother to you as Vincent was to him.

🐦Dazai🐦

Did anyone say Uncle Dazai? Again he loves kids but probably isn't the best role model. And he absolutely adores being a big brother to you. Though that doesn't mean you're immune to his antics.

He loves to tease people, and that includes you so don't think he'll leave you alone because you're a child. You and Isaac are his favorites to tease after all.

🐑Sebastian🐑

How much he likes you honestly depends. Like he's probably really stressed from taling care of all the residents and you but if you don't cause him too much stress, he'll adore you.

If he bakes any sewers he'll let you have some fresh from the oven. But too many or you'll spoil your dinner. If Comte is a father figure then Sebastian is kind of like the mom.

He'll always say that you don't need to, but his heart will melt if you help him around the mansion anyway. 

🐱Leonardo🐱

As long as you don't mess up his work, Leo doesn't mind having you around. Though if you spot him napping somewhere, you can nap with him. He doesn't mind. 

Leo does really enjoy your company, no matter what he's doing and he's generally like a parent to you just like Comte and Sebastian. It's not rare to see you sitting in his lap while he's reading a book to you.

[ragfam]

Think hes smiling!

[ikeromantic]

Hiiii, sorry to bug you but can you do a Mozart x f reader angst where MC has pretty low self esteem, but has SUPER bad coping mechanisms and Mozart tries to get MC help but she's very stubborn about not getting it, kinda like Tracy and Mel in thirteen. (if you've seen it ofc) Have a great rest of your day/night😁

I have not seen Thirteen (Reasons Why)! But it is on my watch list ^_^ I have to carefully measure out how much drama and angst I take in or it will eat up my writing! Approx. 1100 words of hurt, self harm, and comfort.

Mozart saw the changes in her as if he were reading notes on a page. The self-deprecating twist to her lips, the way she began avoiding everyone when she wasn’t working. Avoiding him. At first, he tried to pretend not to care. When she brought him his meals in the music room, he gave her exactly what she gave him.

Disinterest. 

They sparred with cruel words and cold looks, and every encounter left Mozart’s heart bruised. He did not understand what he’d done wrong. They’d been growing close - close enough that he held her hand. Shared a glass of wine. Told each other secrets never shared with another. And then after one recital at a noble estate, she’d gone dark on him. Dark and distant as a new moon. 

He remembered the night, if only because he’d found her in the gardens, crying. And she wouldn’t say why. He’d been surprised at her reticence then. Now, he felt it was the first shiver of this shift into a woman he felt he barely knew. There were only sparse moments, unguarded, when he could see his darling looking out her hooded eyes. 

Mozart wanted more than anything to bridge the gap between them. To understand why she was so angry, and what pain lay under that rage. He made a plan, as carefully as he drafted his compositions. The chorus was simple - ask and learn what lurked in her shadowed heart. But the melody . . . what note to begin? What key? What tempo?

He waited until she was in her room one evening, and fetched a few of her favorite things. Tea with a dollop of honey. Ginger cookies. A strawberry candy. Then he made his way there, tray in hand. Mozart considered knocking, but she might tell him to go away. That would ruin the whole plan. So he quietly opened the door, thankful it was unlocked. 

The sight within froze him midstep. She sat crosslegged on the floor in front of a candle. Her forearm was held above the hungry flame, blistering her flesh in a scarlet welt. Worse was her expression. Pained, of course, because the fire burned. But satisfied. As if she deserved what she gave herself. And disgust, a hatred for her own weakness.

Mozart recognized it, because he felt something akin to it as well. In his endless disappointments, his pathetic fears, his failures. He dropped the tray and lurched toward her, unsure what he would do but feeling he must do something. The door swung shut behind him, the tea spilled across the carpet, and the treats scattered over the floor.

She looked up, her face going slack with surprise. “What-” Her words cut short as he extinguished the candle and kicked it out of the way. Despite his smallish frame, Mozart had the strength of a vampire. And he used it now to haul her to her feet and into his arms. 

He did not realize he was crying. Nor did he see her face crumple at this sudden, unexpected embrace. “What are you doing, meine liebe? Your arm!” He gently touched the length of it, running his fingertips over half-healed burns and the scabs of old cuts. 

His words seemed to remind her that she should be angry at his invasion. She struggled to push him away, slapping at his chest and hands. “Let me go! What the fuck, Wolf?”

“No,” he replied, his voice soft but full of an inner steel. 

She slapped him. Hard. For a moment, Mozart saw white, nothing but an explosion of pain as his jaw slipped out of true, straining the tendons and ligaments in his neck and face. If he were a normal man, it would have broken. He’d have a bruise. But his flesh set to repairing itself almost as soon as the injury took place. 

He did not let go. “Meine engel, stop fighting me. Tell me what this is? What have you done? Why . . .” He jerked her arm straight, displaying the injuries for them both. 

“Why do you care,” she spat. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, hot and angry. She pushed against him again. “Just - just let go, damn it! Get out!” The last word was more a howl than language, the sound of a soul in agony. 

Mozart could no more let go than he could cut off his own arm. He pulled her close instead, enduring the scrape of her sharp little nails, the hardness of her elbows and knees. She fought him with everything she had, until she exhausted herself and there were only tears left. 

When she collapsed against him in defeat, he held her. Silent but for her crying. What could he say? He did not know what words could set this right. Could not understand what drove her to this - this mutilation of her precious flesh. The harm to her body and soul, both of which he had come to love so much. 

“Just leave.” Her voice shook, tired and full to the brim with emotion. 

“I won’t. I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to her cheek, frustrated.

“Why not? Wh-why?” 

Mozart swallowed his own pride, his fear of rejection, and replied. “I love you. You are so - so very precious to me.” He kissed her cheek. The line of her jaw. The crook of her neck. “I love you so much I am mad with it. I’ve missed you so, these last weeks.”

“You don’t.” She turned her face from him. “You - you love music. I’m just . . . stupid. Useless. Pathetic.” Her hands clenched, white-knuckled, driving her nails into her palms. 

He lifted the fist to his lips and kissed each finger, slowly prying them loose until he could see her palm. Scored with little angry red crescents. He kissed those too. “You are none of those things. You are so strong, to come here and make a life for yourself. Far from everything you know. So smart, to learn so many new skills . . . my sweet. Meine liebling. Meine perle.”  

She gave a snort of disgust, pain still bright in her eyes. “I distract you. You’re b-better off -”

Mozart put a finger to her lips. “No. Never. I did not realize I was missing something, until you.”

Her eyes searched his face, hope and uncertainty wedded in that gaze. After a long silent moment, she laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him. 

There was nothing for him to do but hold her, and so he did. He sat with her on his lap, stroking her back in careful circles. He spoke too, words of love, endearments from his heart. Things he had never been able to speak until this night, until he realized how close he’d come to losing her to herself.

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[krys-does-art-stuff]

Abby's protection squad

November 2021

[shatcey]

27/01 Wolfie… I mean Mozart

Actually, I like everything about Wolfie. His personality, his appearance… and, undoubtedly, his voice. Have no idea why I didn't fall for him at all… maybe because he's blond with purple eyes (poor guy)… or… No, the fact that he's a musician makes him sexy by definition… Hmmm….

So… I've always felt betrayed because we cannot look at a full-size picture and listen to lines from it at the same time. Yes, you can put a card on the home screen, but it will be shortened and with all these buttons… If you tap on the screen, there will be no buttons, but there will be no text either, and I don't know Japanese at all. So… out of my completely selfish desire, I combine them. I like these two lines. And for some reason, his words are so fitting for his birthday today.