#im so curioussss

[inkykeiji]

I admit clari after reading a few of your responses about bungo stray dogs I tried it out. im on episode 3 and im already confused, in love, obsessed, grossed out?? all at the same time lmao its so good 🍓

OH STRAWBERRY BB I AM SO GLAD HEHEHE omg omg!!! who’s ur favourite rn!? who are you in love with!?

oh also i should say my blog is not spoiler free & i don’t tag old spoilers so beware of that! <3

[fl0ralsxgar]

Hiii do you guys have a favorite voice line from your f/o? Or if they dont speak do you have a favorite mannerism maybe? It can be for any kind of f/o!

[electricpurrs]

ive been dying wanting to play balatro and then i finally took some time to open steam and go download balatro to try it out. and then i found i dont actually have balatro i just put it on my wishlist but never bought it. so i cant play balatro. another day of my stupid baka life

[vonlipvig]

on your next timeloop session connect a number wire with a number wire and stay there until Youll Know What loops :)

on it, Boss. will do.

[boseman voice] SWAP THE WIRES, WINSTON! [a trap door opens below him] WRONG WIREEEEEeeeeeeeeessss *SPLASH*

[limpfisted]

SENSES/MEMORIES/ART. hc meme. (feel free to reblog!)

SENSES.

TASTE: What are your muses favorite ingredients, spices, flavors, and food/medicine/potion textures? What are their least favorite? Is their palate polished, are they a picky eater, do they appreciate flavors, do they appreciate food?

SMELL: What does your muse smell like? What are their favorite fragrances, places, people, foods, objects, pils, animals, etc, to smell? Alternatively, what’s one usually pleasant thing that they can’t STAND to smell?

SIGHT: What are their favorite colors? Is their vision clear or blurry? What do they look at first when meeting a new person, an oldmfriend, a family member, an enemy, a lover? What do they look at first when entering their home, an unfamiliar environment, a bar, their favorite place, their place of work, or their school?

SOUND: How is their hearing? Are their ears sensitive? What sounds scare or trigger them? What sounds irritate them? What sounds calm them down?

SOUND2: What is your muse’s voice like? What do their footsteps sound like? Do they snore? Do they have any specific vocal tics or physical habits that make noise?

TOUCH: How does your muse like to be touched? How can your muse NOT HANDLE being touched? Are there any spots where they are ticklish or always sore and tense? Does your muse like touching specific objects or specific people in their lives in certain ways to calm themselves down or entertain themself—example: stroking a lucky charm or poking a lover’s forehead?

MEMORY.

FAMILY: What’s one specific memory of a loved one that your muse thinks about often, that is trivial and casual, and mundane? Example: Remembering that your Mom put an childhood drawing on the fridge and never took it down, remembering a word you weren’t allowed to say around your grandma? It doesn’t have to be good, or bad, it just has to be something that sticks in their brain?

FAMILY2: What is one way your muse’s family taught them to have pride—either in themself, their culture, or certain accomplishments, whether or not they managed to live up to them? (example: their parents taught them to have pride in good grades, but they always struggled in school.) In what ways did your muse’s family teach them to be ashamed of themself, for any reason?

CHILDHOOD: What’s a blatantly positive experience during their childhood that they feel only embarrassment over looking back on it? What’s a nickname they had that they grew out of? Who’s a friend they don’t talk to, anymore, that they still think about sometimes, that they betrayed or hurt in some way? What’s one way they think they disappointed their parents—when their parents didn’t really care? What’s one way your muse disappointed their parents—but your muse believes their parents were wrong? What’s one way they broke a rule or promise they still remember? What do they feel guilty about, for any reason?

MIDDLE SCHOOL: How did your muse rebel as a child/teenager? What were the strengths and skills they started to exhibit around the age of puberty, what made them stand out from the pack, physically, emotionally, and how did that affect their interactions with their peers and the adults in their life?

ROMANCE: What are your muse’s brushes with romance, early in their life? Did they have any toxic best friends, lovers, rivals, who they had feelings for, requited or not? How did they learn the ins and outs of their own sexuality, how have their relationships and relationship history make them feel MORE powerful, or less? What’s one kiss they’ll never forget for a BAD reason? What’s one “goodbye” that they’ll never forget for a GOOD reason?

LIFE LESSONS: Who taught your muse the most about life, or where did they pick up their basic life skills (cooking, cleaning, self-care) vs about their interests and hobbies, vs the skills for their academic or occupational pursuits? Does your muse have a natural curiosity about the world? Why or why not? Do they have a specific memory of being hurt by the world that made them afraid of it? Who taught them they don’t have to be afraid?

LIFE LESSONS2: Who taught your muse right from wrong? Do they still believe in that person? Did they learn it again, new and fresh, from someone else afterwards? When did they realize their parents and teachers didn’t know everything? When did they learn to trust in their own beliefs, and form those own beliefs themself?

ART.

FOOD: What was your muse’s favorite restaurant before it closed down? What’s their favorite kind of food, to eat, to make for their friends, their family, people they’re trying tonimpress, people they secretly hate, and is it different for each? What foods do they actually eat regularly? Where do they like to get ingredients, is the quality of the ingredients/food they regularly eat important to them? Is there anyone who they want to cook for them as a love language? Is there any food they refuse to eat?

FANTASY: Does your muse read any non-fiction or “legends of old heroes”? What themes and heroes do they gravitate towards? If they like a good romance, do their fictional romantic tastes align with their real life romantic tastes? Why or why not? For adult muses only, same question, but about smut. Are there any fairy tales they like as a child they still think about now, or find ironic now? Do they have any stories, OCs, poetry or creative writing of their own? Is it good? Does it reflect them in any way? How?

IMAGERY: What kind of imagery or symbolism is your muse drawn to? What imagery or symbolism do YOU like for your muse? Is there any imagery or symbolism you like to write about with your ship partners? What is some imagery you like others to use for your muse? And then, of course, the big question: WHY!

NATURE: What parts of nature do they find most beautiful? What parts of the world they live in, or the fantasy magic Gods, or creatures with in, most appeal to them, scare them, sicken them, make them angry!

SCULPTURE: If your muse could look any particular way, or make anything, or change the world in any way, with NO RULES, just all the power in the world, what would it look like, feel like, etc?

MEANING: What gives their life meaning? What does life mean to them? How do they define them self and their place un the world? What keeps them going through all the pain?

CREATION: What makes your character special to you? Why do you love them, hate them, or want to change them, or watch them grow? What do you love about the way you write your character, what are you striving for in every single reply and HC? What does your character and their story mean to YOU?

EVER AFTERs: What is the one thing you most wish for your muse, and their “good” or “bad” ending? How do you think they need to develop for them to get there, do you have any secret wishlist plot ideas or dynamics that could help?

[nonbinarygamzee]

quastion for fellow big brains what do u imagine the whole idea of physical transition/hormone situation to be like......

[aworldunbent]

just 67 more days until the thirteenth episode of s7 [clenched teeth[ It doesn't even bother me

[rainbowgod666]

Uh

The more useless the princess, the more honored you should be to serve her.

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[lyrakanefanatic]

hiiiiii 250 followers is SO WELL DESERVEDDDD OMG

could i request ☕️averyjameson where he’s just obsessed w her hair?? and also 🌙 bc im curioussss

THANK YOU SMM <33

and sure!

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Jameson’s eyes darted away from his phone as he watched Avery walk out of the shower, her hair still damp as she was clad in cozy pj’s. His heart always felt at home just looking at her, and without meaning to, he’d gotten up from where he was laying on his bed, and walked over to her, lost in a trance as she raked her hair over to one side of her neck. She was about to pick up the brush on her vanity, when Jameson’s words stopped her.

“Can I brush your hair?” He asked, standing behind Avery as he lightly felt her wet hair. Avery seemed surprised for only a moment, before a smile touched her lips, and she handed the brush to him without turning around.

“Have at it.” She said. Jameson caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled a crooked smile. Then he took the brush, and delicately took a piece of her hair in his hand, combing the brush through it. He was immediately hit with her sweet vanilla-lavender scent, which only made him want to pick her up from the vanity chair and hold her close even more. He continued brushing her hair, slowly and softly, while listening for her breaths and sliding his hand onto her neck by the hair he was brushing. He could barely feel her pulse, but still, her heart drummed under his touch. He wondered if he was imagining the way her heart beat sped up, matching his own quick one, as he continued to brush through her hair.

He brushed the last piece of hair away, and, putting all her hair on one side of her neck, he gently pressed his lips to the other, kissing her right where her shoulder and neck met. Averys breath hitched, and just that sound made Jameson’s senses quicken. She turned her head to look at him, and all the thoughts that he had been holding back before came racing now. He moved to hold her face with one hand, before pressing his lips onto hers. Avery was quick to deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer as the kiss turned from gentle brushes to passionate kisses. Jameson held her as close as he could, but wanted to hold her closer, wanted to intertwine their bodies till they were one and the same. Finally the two separated, casting in short breaths as they gazed at one another. Jameson smiled, and it was nothing short of dangerous.

“I guess now I’m a professional hair stylist, heiress.” He said, his eyes twinkling. Avery raised a brow.

“You’ve still got a long road ahead of you. Brushing hair is the bare minimum,” She said, getting out of her chair and meeting his eyes. “There’s still so much you can’t do.” Jameson raised a brow at her. Was she challenging him? Either way, he very much liked it.

“Some skills don’t have to be cosmetology related. And I have those non related skills in spades.” He said, with a suggestive smile. He felt his smile grow as he saw the slightest blush on her cheeks, before pulling her into his arms and carrying her to bed.

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SORRY THE ENDING IS KINDA BAD I GOT LAZY AND DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO 😪😢

also i’ve been kinda slow at doing these asks bc i just got home from vacation and have been kinda taking it slow but im gonna start posting more again!!

and by 🌙 im assuming you mean a javery mood board but if u didn’t im sorry 😭😭

[floweroftheforest]

omg are you making up original tsv gods?? what are they about im so curioussss also is it for a fic or something

I’m still workshopping them but one of them is the god of love. Maybe the god of marriage? Idk it’s still a work in progress but I’m sure the answer will come to me at like 3am one morning

I’m kind of merging some tma avatar ideas with gods and just Frankensteining it out here

I’m hoping to write some fics about them but idk if I should create my own characters or make the tsv lads come across them. Decisions decisions…

[kitten4sannie]

THIS IS SO CUTE WTF

a funfair date

pairing: bf! yunho x gf! reader

genre: fluff, slice of life

summary: you’ve been wanting to go to the funfair to relive your childhood. now that you’re with yunho, you can make even better memories with him.

word count: 2.5k (2,515)

warnings: uhh reader is a bit (maybe a lot) shy, yunho leaves (only for a bit!) and she feels a little anxious, bf! yunho understands her needs better than her, uhh anything else and there’d be no point in reading?😭 OH pet names: baby (overused i’m sorry😓), my love, honey, my precious baby

author’s note: this was very self indulgent lol. my first ever fic 😱 i’ve had so many ideas but this is the first that i actually fully wrote cos i just wanna go to the funfair rn and would it be so bad to go with yunho :/. anyways, hope you love it and i would appreciate feedback 😋 ALSO ignore any grammatical errors lmao i went back and forth so much trying to make it all present tense but my brain hurt :/ leave me alone regarding that lol. enjoyyy!

“one sec, baby, i’ll be right back.”

your eyes widen as your boyfriend leaves your side. you turn to view his retreating figure, too embarrassed because of the people behind you in line to call out to him.

“y-yunho…?” you murmur, confused and a bit anxious as to why he suddenly left you alone.

“next!”

it was hook a duck, a game at funfairs you played often and loved as a child. you were so excited to be here with yunho, wanting to experience the loud lights in the dark hours of winter at 5pm. yet now it seemed like you were going to do the first activity by yourself. you’re given the rod and you aim for a duck to latch onto. as you’re about to hook one on, yunho’s voice hits your ears causing you to knock into the duck you were about to catch. before the stand owner could sense a failure, you quickly hook your duck, smiling to the owner for your prize but then glaring at yunho for his interruption and his prior exit. he’s oblivious to this though, eyeing the prizes as if he had a choice.

“so, what would you like?”

you turn your face to the multitude of plushies that came in all sizes, yet you knew for this game you could only have a small one.

“hmmm…”

“baby, they have the me to you tatty teddy bear! you love those.”

it was true, for some reason that bear was precious to you since you were young and as much as you wanted to refute yunho because of your slight annoyance with him, you couldn’t deny your love for that specific teddy.

“i’ll have that one, please.”

“here you go.”

“thank you!” you beam at the owner before turning around, walking towards the rides with your teddy in tow.

“where on earth did you go? you left me all alone,” you pout at yunho with furrowed brows.

“i went to get this.” only now do you realise he was hiding his hands away from your vision. he shows you the cotton candy he got and you make a face.

“yunho, you know i don’t like that.”

he pouts back at you, “oh, i know baby, that’s why i got you this.”

that’s when you see what he was hiding with his other hand: a blue and red slushie. your desperation to continue being annoyed with him wasn’t as big as your need to have something sweet on your tongue, so you take the large cup from him and relish in the taste. he grins at you, happy to see you satisfied.

“thank you, yunho.”

“no worries, baby. where to next?”

you look around at the rides, pretending to wonder about what to first ride on when you knew you already had made a plan before your trip. yunho knew this too but pretends to wonder with you.

“how about the…”

“the…”

you giggle as you look at him with hearts in your eyes, “the miami trip ride?”

“perfect, baby. lead the way.”

you wrap your arm around his and walk towards the ride, yunho putting his cotton candy stick in the bin on the way. as you approach the line, the usual nerves overtake you. you sip on some of your slushie hoping to keep calm but yunho can sense your nervousness.

“hey. baby.”

“yeah?”

“i’m excited,” he smiles at you so wide his glasses bunch up on his nose.

despite your nerves, yunho’s words help you voice your own excitement, “me too! i can’t wait.” you smile at him, grateful for his grounding presence.

finally, you’re allowed access to the seats of the ride. yunho knew you didn’t like sitting next to strangers so he sits next to you whilst you sit on the end. as soon as everyone is seated, the ride starts, slowly at first and then building momentum, going faster and faster which caused your stomach to have butterflies every time the ride came rushing down. it wasn’t too high but you could still get an overall view of the park, allowing your mind to capture the full picture of the aesthetic of the funfair. soon, the ride comes to an end and yunho helps you out. you pick up your slushie from where you had placed it on the ground and grab yunho’s hand to lead him to the next ride, adrenaline coursing through you.

luckily there was space for more people to join so you and yunho were admitted into the tagada ride without having to wait in line.

you sit in the middle where there was space and the ride begins. similar to the other ride, you were going at a soft pace until the conductor wanted to shake things up and started making it spin faster, making more bumps occur. a few times your legs lift into the air with your arms held onto the railing behind you. to stop you from momentarily levitating, yunho placed one of his long legs over your lap, securing you in place. you may not admit it but this is what you wanted the outcome of this ride to be: you held by him. you heart flutters but you try not to let your giddiness at his action show too much. he seemed content with keeping you safe and that was enough for the both of you. some other people did fall and you felt bad for finding it funny so you tried to hide your face behind yunho’s shoulder. eventually, the fun was over and you both headed to the next ride, not as disorientated as everyone else.

you once again had yunho’s hand in yours and was about to beeline to the next ride when he pulls you back. it was a bit comic, the way your leg stuck out only to fall back into his arms.

“how about we take a five minute break, yeah?” he speaks into your ear. it tickles but you couldn’t help the smirk that falls over your features.

you face him. “why? you getting scared?”

he chuckles at you. “no, baby, just thinking we don’t wanna waste all our energy now and be too tired to enjoy the rest of our time.”

he looks at you knowingly and you lower your gaze to the side. he was talking about you of course, since you tended to get overexcited when you were happy and that led to early burnout.

“okay, let’s find a bench to sit on.”

due to it being the middle of winter, the cold bit at exposed fingertips and noses with a dark azure blanket covering the park, which meant there weren’t as many people at the funfair than there would have been during the summer. you didn’t mind this at all, savouring the music from the rides travelling through the air.

“come here, baby.” yunho wraps one of his arms around you to pull you closer.

“yunho, i’m about to sit on your lap!”

“so? sit on it.”

“nooo! people will see us.”

“and? we’re just tryna keep warm.”

“i’m warm enough,” you huff at him.

“i want you to be warm more than enough.”

you look at yunho’s face and see the sincerity in it. the bright lights surrounding you two reflect from his glasses, looking like he was shooting stars from his eyes.

“being here with you is more than enough. i’m content. even tho the weather is freezing, i feel warm when i’m with you.”

because of the cold, because of your words, whichever it was, a light pink tint crept upon yunho’s face. you wanted to kiss him, just a peck, maybe even on the nose but your awareness of other people made you hold back. just as you were about to turn to get up, yunho’s face drops to yours and places a sweet kiss on your lips. he lingers but not for long, speaking just a breath away from you, “i love you.” it was your turn to blush.

before your shyness could overtake you, yunho gets up holding your hand and leads you to the next ride.

“wait, how did you know this was next?”

“mmm, just had an inkling.” he winks at you and you shake your head laughing.

it was time for one of your all time childhood favourites.

after waiting in line for less than five minutes, you and yunho sit in a cart and push the barrier over yourselves to make sure you were secure so that you wouldn’t fall out. when everyone was ready, the ride came to life, with its blinding lights and powerful music. you start moving forward, going up and down as if riding the waves of a smooth ocean. it starts to pick up pace and after a few minutes, your cart begins spinning, turning side to side. it felt like you were in a chaotic ballroom, where the moves were the same but harsher and with upbeat tunes. you fight to keep your eyes open, the intensity making you want to just snuggle against yunho. but you keep your hands on the handle and continue to enjoy the ride.

when it ends, you have to hold onto yunho for support, feeling a bit dizzy. he grasps your waist as he gets you both out of the ride and back on the ground.

“wow.”

“you okay, baby?”

“yeah, that was … a lot than i remember. but i’m okay! but… can we sit down… heh…?”

“of course we can, my love.” yunho smiles as he guides you to the bench you were sat on previously. he didn’t sit down with you, choosing to stand with his arms crossed, looking around as you gather your senses.

“hey, baby. how bout we go on the teacups?” he quirks an eyebrow.

“the teacups?” they aren’t a part of your plan, yet you don’t want to say no either. if you ride them for a bit, it would allow you more time to spend with yunho, and that was the whole point of today. “okay, help me up.”

he grabs both of your hands and then you make your way to the multicoloured teacups awaiting someone to sit in them.

it was getting late, meaning no children were scrambling to get on and you guessed maybe the remaining adults didn’t want to ride a stereotypical children’s ride, which was a bonus for you.

“go on, baby, go pick one.”

you didn’t think about it and just walked until you felt satisfied.

“i see, your favourite colour, honey.”

“oh. oh yeah.” maybe that’s why the green one felt right to you.

the teacups started moving and the whole ride was relatively slow, but that didn’t bother you as you felt calm. you and yunho spin your own teacup for a bit of fun but you mainly enjoyed each other’s presence, basking in the warm glow of the lights above.

it ends sooner than you expect. you drag your tired legs from the teacup and hold yunho’s hand as you both get off the ride. it was time for the next phase of your plan but it didn’t feel right to carry out yet. you didn’t know what to do in the meantime, eyes desperately flicking between the stands and rides that surrounded you.

yunho gasps, which scares you. “what?”

he points at a truck towards his left, a little closer to the end of the park. “churros.”

“oh,” you sigh in relief. “you want some?”

“do you?”

“hmm, yeah actually. let’s get some.” you smile up at him as you hold onto his arm, making your way there.

once you acquire the churros with the accompanying chocolate dip, you feel it’s the right moment.

“yunho, let’s have these whilst we ride the ferris wheel.”

he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “baby, that’s such a good idea. let’s go.”

finally, the last stop of the day. there were a few other couples getting on the ferris wheel as well, which annoyed you slightly, but you were grateful for the ride conductor for spacing out the people between the carts.

you get in with yunho and your churros, sitting down facing each other. at first, you sit in silence, the pair of you quietly enjoying the sweet treat, occasionally looking out down below. once you finish eating, you could only stare at yunho. shyness crept upon you for a second time that day and you try to avoid eye contact with him. you wanted this alone time together but could hardly handle being alone with him so intimately, let alone initiate anything.

yunho continues to look at your flustered figure, noticing how stiff your body was compared to you eyes flittering all around the cart. he tilts his head with a light smile, finding it cute how hot and bothered you became around him.

without a word, he pulls you onto his lap. you were about to pull away but this only made him hold you closer.

“shh, baby. we’re all alone. we’ll be fine.”

as he said that, the cart stops and you look out the window to see you were at the very top. just like you wanted.

yunho could sense you were too shy to make a move you had planned to make so he wanted to help you. he moves his face to yours so he could look straight into your eyes. you felt yourself warm up, contrary to the weather outside. holding onto his collar, you make yourself look back into his eyes, even if that had you slightly quivering.

“baby,” he speaks on your lips and your eyelids flutter. you will yourself to not shut them completely, resuming the staring contest.

he smiles against you. “ba-“ before he could finish the word, you press you face to his to close the gap, lightly kissing him. after a few (very long) seconds, you pull away, your eyes wide as if you didn’t expect yourself to make the first move. but you did, and yunho was so proud of you.

“my precious baby, kissing me first, hm?” you were ready to hide your face in his chest but he places his hands on your cheeks to keep you in place. “i loved it, should do it more often.” you whine at his words but you both knew how much that filled you with confidence.

the ride starts again, taking you down to the surface where you would have to depart. you wrap you arms around yunho’s neck and whisper in his ear, “i love you, yunho.” even though you were the only ones who would have heard it, your soft voice highlights the vulnerability you feel in the moment.

“i know, baby. i love you too.”

as you near the bottom, yunho gently places you on the seat you were sitting on opposite him and soon the doors open. you look at each other as you have everything you needed, walking out with your hands entwined and your tatty teddy bear in the other.

[the-xolotl]

i’m so sorry to ask👁️👁️

But i’m curious about maybe possibly a Lucifer Somo fic? I remember you said something about one at one point when i was talking abt ur alastor one lol and you’d said you’d tag me

i’m SO sorry if ur still working on it and stuff i don’t mean to bother u lol i’m just curioussss cause idk anyone else on here who matches my freakkk like you LMAO (i mean if u have authors u know who write that for hazbin id gladly check it out lol) But im just curious on how that is going 👀👀👀 i’ll wait however long ik life can be hectic but i was just wondering! hope you have a lovely day!! 🫶🫶🫶

hi hi~ no problem with asking or inquiry ! at the moment i do have Luci fics on hold bc im so fixated on Alastor abdjakald i am trying to work on my WIPs and backlog but unfortunately adhd also gets in the way of productivity. it’ll def come tho !!

[erwinsvow]

baeeee are you still thinking about writing that slap's part 2? im sorry that this is my second time asking for that i don't want to come off demanding im just curioussss

hi baeee yes i wrote half and stopped im gonna try to post it tn for u 🩵 ugh so sorry I’ve been so discouraged from writing it but I need to just finish it and hopefully not too late I feel like no one is ever on here when I’m writing lol you’re not demanding at all don’t worry!!!! don’t apologize I’m so glad you liked it enough to want part 2

[hiro-doodlez]

Guys u should tell me what your first interaction and thoughts about me were IM SO CURIOUSSSS LOLLLL PRETTY PLEASEE