#moot ash ♡

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I have been meaning to yap to you about this because I am a certified mafia jjun enjoyer but….listen!

two things: one (1) reader is hired by said mafia group to protect the leader (yeonjun) gosh I imagine like enemies to lovers? she hates yeonjun at first, and thinks he’s so so mean. At first he thinks “how is she going to protect me?” but she’s protecting him more than physically. he eventually eases up on her and ends up being mean to everyone but her. gahhh something about meanie jjunie that has a soft spot gets me.

two (2) this might be quick but reader and mafia boss tyun being from rival families, but they cross paths and end up falling for each other. aaaah forbidden romance <3

ASH I LOVE YOUR MIND. Thank you for feeding me with this. I’ve been craving gang txt ever since the new gbgb choreo, the part where it looks like they’re fighting 🫢 Number two (2) with Taehyun is so yummy, just imagine the banter they'd have with each other!

words: 1.8k oops

warnings: a bit of workplace discrimination, mentions of attacks, criminal activity, blood briefly, treating wounds, probably too soft at the end

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s do your job damn well regardless of your personal feelings towards the man you’ve been hired to protect – and especially if said man seems to think you’re not fit for the job. It appeared Yeonjun was not pleased when you first showed up to work, pulling a member of his team aside and having what looked like a tense conversation. It only made you more intent on proving your position. You often butted heads, unable to agree on the right approach to many things. Yeonjun prioritized quick gains, confrontations and aggressive plays, recurrently willing to forgo his security or the safety of the more expendable members of his organisation to get what he was after. On the other hand, you wanted him to undertake less risky tactics, ones that were better for his reputation, his long-term safety. There were a couple of instances where he tried to plan some dealings without you, locking you out of his office and leaving you to stand outside fuming and trying to hear what little of the discussion you could through the crack in the door. The men took you even less seriously after that stunt – if the boss didn’t respect you, why should they?

Using your intel, you cleverly plan out routes for the driver to take that steer clear of trouble. At first Yeonjun is annoyed and questions the detour, but later that night, he learns through his informant that police were doing a random car check on the usual route, due to the crimes of a gang in the area. When he thanks you the following morning, you think you've earned the respect you've been craving. However, the good feeling doesn't last. As the day goes on, not only does Yeonjun give you his drink order, as if you're a simple assistant or coffee runner, he also laughs at a joke one of his men makes about you, right in front of you.

And maybe from time to time you fantasize about the young, stupidly good looking, ridiculously well dressed mafia boss getting what he deserved; about letting his laundering fall through, letting his shipment go to the wrong country, or turning a blind eye to the betrayal of one of his most valuable men that you have discovered. But you're a professional, and professionals don't let their sour thoughts derail their career.

It's only when the truth about the disloyalty of Yeonjun's right hand man is laid out for him that things begin to change. You had supplied all the proof, having hired a private investigator of sorts to get the incriminating photos you needed, accumulating dirt on the man who was Yeonjun's favourite, his oldest friend in the business, until there was no room for doubt in his mind.

What you hadn't expected was for the boss to show up at your place a few days after your exposé, looking more exhausted than you'd ever seen him. The betrayal had hit him hard. He seemed despondent as he glanced around at the place you lived, showing no reflection of his opinion. You weren't even sure how much he was taking in with those tired dark eyes. His hair was not to his usual standard, and his coat which was usually tied fashionably at his waist hung open and loose on his thin frame. You felt more awkward standing before him in this state than you ever had when he'd been laughing at your expense. You offered him a seat but he turned it down. All you could do was stare and wait for him to speak.

“I'm very grateful,” he began. His voice was hoarse, bringing a deepness to it you'd never known. Finally he looked you straight in the eye for the first time since he'd arrived. “I never would have seen it for myself. I was blinded by my… If you hadn't disclosed this to me…” It was the first time you'd seen him struggle to articulate himself. You nodded in understanding, and he seemed relieved.

After that, you were given a raise – a silent one, since he applied it without saying anything to you about it – and an office of your own. Not only did the jokes and snide comments from the other men stop, but they seemed to eye you with caution, some with reverence. You had become the one Yeonjun trusted most, the one he came to with his concerns, and nobody would ever question your value again. Not unless they wanted to face the boss's fury.

Things have been good for a while: you love your job – and maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, your boss, just a little bit? – when something unforeseeable happens. You're busy handling communications when you spot Yeonjun's ride pull up in the underground lot on the security monitor. Watching as the two front doors of the vehicle swing open and both the driver and the ridealong dash to open the back doors, your anxiety is thrown into gear. Then Yeonjun stumbles out from the back seat. You're on your feet before you see them check him over, out the door before he can wave them off.

By the time he's in the building, there are more men around him, asking questions and putting their hands on his shoulders in concern. He shakes them all off in annoyance, ordering them to get back to work. As the men fall away he spots you standing by, and he softens. When he approaches, you see the sharp red lines that are scratched into the side of his face, notice the bloody cuts on his hand as it sweeps his black hair up over his forehead.

“What happened?” you ask when he reaches you, even though you have a pretty good idea in your mind. You need to know anyway, as you keep a record of all offenses committed against him.

“It was an ambush,” he says simply. He watches your hands take his bigger ones from his sides and turn them over, inspecting. His hands suddenly feel cold in contrast to your warm skin as you make contact.

“Are you okay?” You glance briefly up to his eyes, indicating that your question does not refer to his obvious abrasions.

“That bullet proof glass might need a touch up,” he states rather matter-of-factly in reply, looking away from you. He sounds so nonchalant, as if it's not a big deal. Your heartbeat has picked up significantly, an unexpected reaction to hearing about danger that has already passed, and you realise that a threat to Yeonjun's safety means more to you than it should; more than a professional responsibility for his security.

You usher him into his office and locate the medical kit. This is the first time you'll be putting your first aid training to good use, you muse silently as you pull the lamp down close to Yeonjun's face. It's an intimate position you've found yourself in; Yeonjun seated on the large plush sofa while you hover above him, one knee on the seat of the sofa to steady yourself. You don't even register that your knee is between his spread legs, so focused on treating his injuries. You've never touched him before, and yet it feels like one of the most natural things you've ever done as you work instinctively, the fingers of your non-dominant hand along his cheek without your noticing. His warm eyes, which had seemed distant just a moment ago, check your face occasionally, until he abandons subtlety and they unabashedly train on you as you treat him, lit by the glow of the lamp. You try not to notice it, though you definitely do.

“I usually do this myself,” he says quietly as you reach for a new cloth and the bottle of disinfectant once more. The tug of a lazy smile appears on his mouth. “This is much better.”

Your eyes meet his, and all at once you feel much too warm. Now that you're not concentrating, you notice the placement of your knee, and your whole body seems to come alive. Retracting it as casually as possible, you hold your hand out to him, hoping your flushed state will go unnoticed. The feeling of his palm against yours sends sparks through you, making you feel like a stupid high schooler. He's still smiling, which makes it even harder to ignore. You suppose he's used to his life being threatened, used to targeted attacks, and that's how he's so calm after the ambush. Unless the starry look in his eyes speaks of an oncoming concussion.

He doesn't flinch once as you disinfect his scrapes and cuts. You're glad there's no glass to be picked out of the wounds. He watches everything you do quietly, and you find yourself having to remind yourself to breathe occasionally. It's new to be this close to him, and you don't hate it – not in the slightest. Most of his wounds are superficial, thanks to the bullet proof glass, and once you've applied coverings to the cuts on his hands, you're all finished. When you go to move the lamp away, you notice that his face has changed. He looks drained now, all his earlier charm and blasé attitude abandoned, maybe a little paler than usual even under the warm light, and you wonder if he's starting to feel the effects of the ordeal.

“I'll get you some water,” you tell him. Before you can move away, you feel his fingers softly grasp your hand. Your eyes come back to his face in surprise.

“Wait,” he says, a little weakly. His eyes are looking away from you, his brow quirked as though he's trying to figure something out. “I'm fine. Can you- can you just…”

There's only been one other time he's not been sure of his words before, and he'd been through something rough then, too. Something inside you begins to warm up and slowly melt as you realise that Yeonjun is not as unbothered on the inside as he plays on the outside. He may be tough, but he's not invincible. He may have had this kind of attack on his life before, he might even be used to it or expect it, but his body still undergoes the shock, even if it’s a delayed reaction.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as he looks up at you. Without words and with the gentlest, smallest tug at your hand which you may not have noticed in another circumstance, which could probably have been played off as nothing if it had been rejected, he asks you to stay. You can't hide the smile that twitches at your lips. With something that feels like courage coursing through you, you step towards him. Turning slightly, you set yourself down on his lap and feel him relax. His arm winds around you to keep you snug to him and you lean your head onto his shoulder, getting a breath of expensive cologne. He sighs deeply before breathing evenly, dropping into a deep rest.

You're content like this, though you never imagined being this close to him, glad that he's resting when he clearly needs it, and proud that you could help. If this is how you can protect him physically, even if it's only in this small way, you'll take it. Though, in your head you've already begun thinking through methods of retaliation to whichever rival faction made this attempt on his life.

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

This was so cute and sounds so perfect honestly 🥰

Hi again! I'd like to participate in the ship game with txt! Let's see if I can do it right. I like long drives, being in nature and animals. Always busy doing something with my hands, a jigsaw puzzle, playing guitar or piano, or doing art. I'm an Aquarius and an infp. My favourite places are the beach, forest and the library. I'm pretty quiet until I get to know someone. I hope this is enough info!

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hi waffle anonie!!

hmm….i think im going to ship you with soobin! it just feels right to me!!

I can see you and soobin having “quality time together” as your date activities. going on walks together while holding hands and chatting about whatever. maybe stopping at a coffee shop to sit near a window and watch people walk by. or sitting on the floor between his legs working on a puzzle while he reads a book. eventually, he puts the book down and leans over to kiss you or plays with your hair. in a bookstore you both might go separate ways but always meet back up to discuss your book finds! gahhhh you’d be so cute i have to shut up.

this is for my birthday event that is now closed!

[bamnamuu]

I DEMAND YOU TO TURN ON THE BEEP O METER so i can boop you many times! 😆😆😆

🫡 ready for booping 🫡

[ossydrawsthingz335]

Don’t mind my knee and mis spelling of the word Valentines but here happy Valentines/srs/p

AAAW THIS IS SO CUTTEEE

I would be his valentines :3

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

You're so right! Mechanic Yoongi would absolutely take the time to explain to you what he's done instead of just giving you the bill and charging you for things you don't need just because it might go over your head since you don't know cars )): he wouldn't just treat you like a dumb girl or purposely use words you won't understand, he's so patient and thinks you should know what you're paying for.

He'd definitely hum as he works alone in his shop, his greasy fingers tapping along on the side of the hood as he uses a crank with the other hand, those fingers that know a piano just as well as they know an engine.

Ever since I found out you're a Yoongi girl, I can't stop thinking about mechanic Yoongi (despite the fact that he probably knows nothing about cars haha) ((this isn't a request, just an interaction 😘))

hi cee! it’s so fun to have you here on my ~yoongi obsessed~ side of tumblr!! even though I kind of went on hiatus from this blog because my txt one just like blew up.

yes I am an absolutely flaming yoongi girl. I’m literally responding to this ask while doing my homework and literally wearing a yoongi shirt…..coincidence? idk.😳

anyway. mechanic yoongi!! im so surprised I never have written this before? I’ve never really dabbled in the car guy bts side of things. even though I have a jdm car guy jk wip rotting in my notes app as we speak. lol…..may have to blow the dust off of her.

yoongi would be the sweet mechanic that definitely would never try to upsell you, even if you’re a girl that knows nothing about cars lol. I think he’d only be intimidating in the way that well—he’s hot. he’s one of those guys that when he walks into the room everyone looks. even if he’s wearing a dirty beat up denim jacket and his hands are dirty from his last brake job. UGH!! im starting to yearn.

[crybaby-writings]

hi im a huge fan and i just wanted to tell you that i love you and that you inspire me and im just sending all my love and support to you <333 stay safe , drink water , and don't forget to love yourself

ok ily <3333

miss pocket 😭😭

ilyt 🥺🥺🫶

MWAH MWAH MWAH!!! forehead kisses for you 💜

[ashxxgyu]

Day 16: I’m proud of myself for recognizing certain things today.

[venux777]

got so many yhri asks…but so little aus so do u have any au ideas u might want so see (also this is so many months late but my dog died like a DAY after i made the first yuri post)

omg do i!!!! also i’m so so so sorry abt ur dog :( hopefully your doing better now

au ideas:

classic beach date

mermaid/siren au

farm au

florist/tattoo artist au

aquarium date

online friends au

sleepover!!

royalty/knight au

coffee shop au

demigod au

those are the ones i could think of! sorry if they’re not good. i hope you get some ideas from them!!

[mcondance]

OMGGGGG LEMME SEE EMMMMM.

ITS NEVER THAT SERUOSSIISJSISIS 😭😭😭😭😭

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intro post!!

(long long overdue)

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~ welcome to my blog!! (if you can call it that) my name is ashes :>・

~ my pronouns are she/her ・

~ I’m from ‘merica (sadly) ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

~ i am STILL a minor.. so, don’t be weird (may not be a young one, but still a minor) ・

~ Im not super big on horoscopes, but if you care about that I’m a gemini ・

~ this is mainly a redacted blog, but it’s also just shit posts and me fangirling over any and everything LOLZ・

~ I’ll post art on here sometimes!・

~ I’ve been a redacted fan since about march/april 23’・

~ if we have similar interests and you want someone to rant about them to, I’m open to be moots with anyone!!・

~ my fav redacted characters are milo, sam, hush and aaron (with honorable mentions david and guy )・

~ fav redacted listeners are sweetheart, doc, lovely and warden・

~ that’s all I can think to put in here, so..・

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~ I have pinterest boards for a couple redacted couples, and I’m working on the rest of them!・

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[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I saw a tiktok about how “an idol knows they’re hot when they don’t smile for group pictures”

AND ALL I CAN THINK OF IS FUCKING YEONJUN LIKE MOTHERFUCKER JUST KNOWS HES HOT I KNOW HE DOES NOBODY TELL HIM

(and also kind of yoongi too….ah my yoongi)

Ash! Thanks for stopping by 🥹

Ah Yoongi. The amount of Yoongi on my dash this week is playing with my heart.

Yeonjun knows he's a model, whereas Yoongi... I think sometimes he just wants to go home and go to bed lol

[pink-tk-a-latte]

HAPPY (late TT) BIRTHDAY KAI @emiefluff !!!!!!

Thank you for being my first moot, friend, and collab on this app!! You inspired me to start playing HSR and I’m so glad I had someone to share the Project Sekai experience with!!!!!! Your writing is so soft and fluffy and your hurt/comfort fills me with yearning 💕💕 You’re always so silly and it’s been a joy to meet you <3 /p And now you’re 16!!!!! Crazy 🤯

I know I'm late I’m so so sorry, I couldn't finish it before your bday bc I got sick and I was high on NyQuil, and then I wanted to change like everything that I wrote, but here we are!!

ALSO I LITERALLY could not decide between MizuKana or RuiNene. I went with RuiNene (you may recognize this draft. Or you may not) and this is so sappy and cringe, they're troubled middle schoolers here what can I say 😭 Hope you like your awfully belated gift!! (I have the MizuKana one in my drafts, might post it later)

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Nene stared at the side of Rui’s head, listening to his fingers tap on the green wooden table. The smell of ash seared her nostrils from the kitchen adjacent. Slowly, he turned to face her with a sideways expression.

“Sorry, Nene.” He pulled his fingers through matted purple hair, snagging on tangles. A smile crept guiltily onto his face. “I think I burned the rice.”

Nene just sighed and pushed her laptop out of the way. “It’s okay, Rui.” She really shouldn’t have trusted him with such a complicated meal. Especially after seeing his attempts to modify the rice cooker.

“Ah, at least we still have lots of soda candy!” He threw a handful at her as if they were rose petals.

Nene managed to catch one, which was impressive enough. “We must be doomed to never eat healthy.” Fidgeting with the wrapper, she freed the candy and touched it to her tongue, letting it fizz on her taste buds.

Rui laughed, rather pathetically, and his eyes trailed down to his lap. Nene glanced at him, then down at her homework, worrying her lip.

Rui was… well, Rui was as usual, these days. He used to be the only person Nene could talk to comfortably, now the air was cold and heavy, even with him.

She knew Rui had a hard time feeling normal. Even now, in middle school, his classmates still thought he was eccentric, dangerous even, and it was getting to him. Nene could feel he was slowly fading. Or maybe it was she who was drifting away.

Either way, what they were had changed since she joined her troupe, and she was lost on how to help him.

Nene stood to throw the candy wrapper away, passing behind Rui’s chair. She’d never been so conscious of the space around her in his house; it had always felt like an extension of her home.

The tension must have affected Rui too, as he fussed with the strands of hair that had escaped his short half-up ponytail. He pushed them behind his ear, only for them to fall into his eyes again. After watching him struggle for a few beats, Nene huffed and pulled his hand away.

“You’re getting it messy.” Combing through knots that had coiled around the hair tie, Nene gently loosened his ponytail. She put the tie around her fingers and started to gather his hair in the back.

Rui stilled at her touch, and his hands settled in his lap. “Thanks, Nene.” His leg bounced against the weirdly colored tiles that Nene had always made fun of.

You should take better care of your hair. The remark stuck on her tongue. Of course. I care about you. Nene’s mouth felt dry. All she could manage was a weak hum.

The silence dragged on. Nene began to question what she was even doing, clammy hands only mussing up Rui’s hair more.

As she pulled some of the wispy hairs on his nape into the bundle, Nene’s nails skated across his neck unintentionally. A yip and a shiver from Rui alerted her.

“Sorry, did I scratch you?” Nene shifted to look at Rui’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth crooked. When Nene dragged a finger over his ear to tuck a hair behind it, he made the same squeaky noise.

As though a door had opened and a fresh breeze swept into the room, a smile pulled at Nene’s lips. “Aw, you’re still ticklish?”

Rui’s eyes popped open with a look of mild fear. “Uh… no?” he said, like a liar.

“Uh huh. Sure.” Nene flicked her nails up and down his neck. Rui jolted like he’d been shocked.

“EEHehey! Neneheaha!” he shrieked. He hiked his shoulder up to his cheek and tried to reach for Nene’s quick fingers.

Nene chuckled by his ear; Rui’s real laugh was far more boyish than his personality would make it seem. “I forgot how much you sound like a fox.” She wormed her fingers under the collar of his shirt, making him yip again and proving her point.

“I dohohon’t! Ahaha Neneehee! Nahat the eheahahears!” He shook his head, melting against the back of the chair.

Nene sighed fondly. “I’m just talking, Rui,” she breathed while she leaned in closer to his ear, now red and warm. “Your ears are too sensitive.” He wailed and rubbed his ear on his shoulder.

Nene’s hands scaled down his spine and crawled between his shoulder blades. Rui barked and jumped, scrabbling for her assailing digits and pleading for a timeout. Nene ceased only when he threw his head back over the top of the chair, and she was exposed to the full display of his broad smile and rosy cheeks.

Becoming aware of the smile that had grown on her own face, Nene quickly wiped it away.

Once Nene unhanded him, Rui slouched forward until his head landed on the desk. “Ha… Nene, you’re crueler than you look.”

“Sorry.” She rested her hands on the back of Rui’s chair. “I guess I just haven’t heard you laugh in a while… I missed it. A little.”

Rui hummed, surprised, and Nene felt her face grow warm. “Is that so?” He sat up and turned around to grin at her. “Hehe, the same goes for you!”

“Huh?” Nene tilted her head.

Rui wiggled his fingers, so childish but somehow… “I haven’t heard you laugh in quite some time either.” Rui dug into her sides, squeezing and squishing. Electricity that fizzed from his rough fingers like soda candy shocked a squeak out of Nene. She curled into herself and dissolved into bubbling giggles.

“N-Nohoho! Ruhuhihihi!” Nene lightly gripped Rui’s wrists, trying to squirrel away from the hands scribbling up her sides. A fuzzy feeling flooded her nerves as she squealed and laughed more heartily than she had in a long time.

“There it is, the laugh of a little mermaid.” A cat-like smirk lifted Rui’s face. “Are you still ticklish here, Nene? Here too? Oh wow, I’m barely moving my fingers and you’re laughing!”

“AHAhaha! Ruhuhihi you suhuhahahuck!” Nene shoved at his face and kicked at his knees. She managed to hit him once, and he winced as though really in pain.

“Ow ow ow, that hurt!” He pouted ridiculously. “You’re such a meanie, Nene.” Evilly, he kneaded his fingers into her ribs, and Nene squalled and tightened her grip on his wrists.

Her face was warm with joy, and her ribs were starting to hurt from her laughter. “You’rehahaha the mehehehean one! PffftaHA hypocrihite!” Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, finally escaping Rui’s evil fingers.

Heaving in air, Nene clutched at her ribs. Rui laughed at her from above.

“You’re winded already?” Rui smiled. Nene whacked at his leg.

“You’re, hah, no athlete either.” As she shifted to glare up at him, she found Rui kneeling in front of her, wearing a candid smile and a glimmer in his canary-yellow eyes that spoke of nostalgia.

“Nene,” called Rui, suddenly solemn. “Did I tell you how happy I was for you when you joined that theatre troupe?” He glanced down and bumped their knees together. “You made your dream come true.”

Nene inhaled. She counted the clover patches on her cardigan sleeve and picked at a loose thread. Breathing out, she faced Rui directly. “It’s thanks to you. If… If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with theatre.” I’m sorry I left you alone. Rui looked up at her. Nene found herself staring into the same eyes she’d known since childhood. “It’s our dream.” You’re not alone.

Then their eyes broke apart. Eye contact was too much for either of them.

Rui laughed. “Well, when you put it like that...” He brushed back his loose hair, which Nene realized she had forgotten to fix.

She giggled. “Your hair. You need to cut it.” She reached for a lock and tucked it behind his ear. Instantly, Rui stiffened then melted into the ground, squeaking and giggling at the simple touch.

“Neneheheehee! You’re beheing a buhuhully ahahagainaha!”

“I’m not even doing anything,” she said, fluttering her nails against the shell of his ear.

As she laughed in tune with Rui’s cadence, Nene forgot to worry about how small the space they shared was. All she cared about was this pocket of time that belonged only to them.

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The ladyblog discord server: An Au where they have their powers still, but Adrienette are online friends! An on going, multi chaptered fic

The History book on the shelf is always repeating itself (And the other tag since I put it under two different ones by accident!!! Agh!!): A future Au ft Emma Dupain-Cheng as Feyline and maneki-neko and Anthea Cesaire as Adalia! Also an on going multi chaptered fic

Could you stay awhile : An Alyanette au where Marinette ended up with the black cat miraculous and Alya, the ladybug. They're a year older in this au, as it happened a year after canon and it's a collection of oneshots

I won't say (I'm in love): Marichat au with Mari hating Adrien, and Chat hating Ladybug. Still a WIP, and the first fic (either chapters on oneshot) will be out sometime soon.

MLB twitter au!: This is basically me being silly! It is CYSAW but i thought it nice to give it it's own tag! :D 90% crack tho

mini comics i've done!

Mao and Scarabella meet their future counterparts (Complete, 5 pages, just sketched no colour)

Kitty blanche (incomplete currently, expected 10 pages, coloured)

And my general miraculous ladybug tag!!

More to be added!!

Mlb x SBG

Two quarters and a heart down : A sbg, MLB crossover. Aiden has the black cat, and Ash the ladybug. Taylor has the fox, Ben has the turtle, Logan has the bee, tyler the peacock and maverick the butterfly :)

SBG X Epic the musical

SBG epic AU: A taylyn centred version of epic the musical, very SBG and Epic-ey. No spoilers yet (official account run by me and two others here)

[crybaby-writings]

i am here to ask you about your fictional others🤭

im going to talk about leona because my current hyperfixation is twisted wonderland and he's all i think about 😌

i was so excited to answer this that i had to take a minute

it's very much a 'i can make him worse/i can make them worse' type relationship 🤭

i go to all his spelldrive practices/games (even though i don't know shit about sports)

i feel like he would buy some of his clothes a size or two bigger so that they could fit me :((

lots and lots of naps (im always exhausted and ready to sleep)

i always end up having to describe the plot/what happens in movies and shows we watch together because once he gets comfortable he drifts off

i have more, but my brain stopped working for a hot minute and now i completely forgot what i was going to say

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑.

⌕ masterlists | requesting rules | about me | freq. tags.

ㅤㅤ 𐙚 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀. german girl half-argentine. 18. med + genetics student. fran romero, lucerys velaryon, and timothy turner love bot. side account @amira-romero.

Minors can interact with my content, as long as they don’t interact with my +18 / NSFW content. Otherwise, I will have to block.

My interest may vary, I study several things. I’m currently studying Genetics, neurodegenerative diseases, Reproductive Medicine, and Forensic Medicine. I also like interpreting + translation. Writing, listening to music, daydreaming and translating are my hobbies.

Infatuated with the La Sociedad de la Nieve cast— 24/7 in love with Fran Romero & Esteban Kukuriczka. Also in love with Lucerys Velaryon from House of the Dragon. Referred to as ‘Mrs Romero’ and ‘Barbie Romero’ by my beautiful moots. 💕

If you’d like to talk to me, please feel free to do so by sending me a message through ask box, or DMs! I love meeting new people & interacting— don’t be shy. ♡

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. (wifey) ash ⊹ (wifey) lu ⊹ (wifey) ana ⊹ (wifey) belle ⊹ (wifey) bella ⊹ (wifey) vinca ⊹ may ⊹ sofía ⊹ lucy ⊹ lucía ⊹ (wifey) lucera ⊹ cyliarys-starlight ⊹ mel (melisusthewee) ⊹ mel (fadingsnow) ⊹ nana ⊹ violetrainbow412 ⊹ carlo ⊹ julia ⊹ vi ⊹ lu (maidragoste) ⊹ jess ⊹ rachel ⊹ uzi ⊹ kalki ⊹ florence ⊹ myrella ⊹ veena ⊹ aefillor ⊹ arcie ⊹ auntie phasma ⊹ bluey ⊹ liv ⊹ sili ⊹ yummmy-mimiii ⊹ fae ⊹ cal ⊹ lele ⊹ ari ⊹ megan ⊹ emma ⊹ isabelle ⊹ miranda ⊹ lxdyred ⊹ lena ⊹ marina ⊹ hilde ⊹ yzzart ⊹ noelle ⊹ jen ⊹ shay ⊹ lana ⊹ lyn ⊹ nikola ⊹ serxinns ⊹ valentine ⊹ zara ⊹ anastacia ⊹ lea ⊹ mera ⊹ ruth ⊹ morgan ⊹ tsu ⊹ sage ⊹ eve ⊹ ezran ⊹ miriam ⊹ thea ⊹ phantasyy ⊹ olivia ⊹ mylilgothcurl ⊹ mary ⊹ bry ⊹ lia ⊹ mikelark-muller ⊹ gigi. ♡

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋. wattpad. instagram. side blog. fic self-reblog acc.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒. // house of the dragon ⊹ la sociedad de la nieve cast.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. // coffee shop + masterlist.