#oc x reader x cc

[slothmagi]

Bloody Petals fit me perfectly

CC x Y/N x One-Sided!OC, Sasuke x Y/N x One-Sided!Jiro, My OC: Jiro, Gender Neutral!Y/N, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Shippuden, AU, Angst, Near Death Experience, Hanahaki Disease, Tearjerking, Blood Warning

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Y/N and Jiro have been best friends and even teammates since the academy. They are like peas in a pod, even though Jiro is known as the Red Reaper and Y/N is known as (your choice of title). They are partners in crime. Jiro has developed a feeling for Y/N.

However…Y/N has a crush on a certain Uchiha. Sasuke Uchiha. Jiro would cough a petal up.

“You've been diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease, Jiro. You have two choices. Confess to your crush so you will get accepted…or surgery.” A blonde woman with brown eyes said, staring straight at the redhead who looked down at the ground.

He let out a dry chuckle. “If I didn’t…that’d lead me to my death, right? Just don’t tell my teammates and friends…I don’t want more worries…please don’t tell them about my disease.” He spoke bitterly with a weak smile on his face.

Tsunade’s pink lips formed into a deep frown at his request. She’d place her hands on her hips. A soft sigh left her mouth. "Fine, but you need to make a decision before that happens.” She stated, placing her hand on his board shoulder. He simply nodded with a blank smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Outside of the hospital

Jiro was on his way to the training field, deep in his thoughts.

“Jiro! Wait for us!” A familiar voice called out to him, but he didn’t hear it at first. “Jiro! I told you to wait for us, you stupid giraffe!” The same voice shouted, irked, as a hand slapped him on the back painfully.

He yelped and turned around to see an angry Y/N with a group behind them. “Oh sorry! I was just stuck in my thoughts! Hehe. So what are you doing here, N/N?” He asked, ignoring the fact that his back was aching from a hard slap.

Y/N narrowed their eyes and placed their hands on their hips. “You forgot that we were going to BBQ, didn’t you?” They said. They didn’t notice that Jiro seemed to act a bit differently lately.

His face tensed up among his muscles. How did he forget about that?

He quickly placed a fake smile on his face, which made it more realistic. "Sorry! I almost forgot! Can I meet you there later? I need to do something first." He replied, lying through his teeth.

Y/N raised an eyebrow in suspicion, their (E/C) eyes staring up at him. They've never seen him act so strangely before. They opened their mouth to speak, but a pale, blonde-haired girl grabbed their arm and smiled. "You better come! We will save a seat for you!" Ino said, basically dragging them away with the group behind them.

Jiro stood and waved a hand until they were out of his sight. He dropped his fake smile and sighed softly. "You lied to Y/N." A cold voice spoke behind him. He jumped in surprise and turned around to face no one but Sasuke Uchiha. "Don't lie to me. Why were you at a hospital?" He added, narrowing his eyes. He could see half Uchiha's muscles tensing up at the question.

A silence fell between them as Sasuke's onyx eyes met the blank gaze of Jiro. "You can't tell Y/N about this once I tell you. If you do, I'll have no choice but to put you on my death list." Jiro said.

At the training field

Sasuke furrowed his brows, trying to understand what his acquaintance just said. “But you should tell them. We can help you." He declared, glancing up at the redhead, who was leaning against the tree with his hands in his pockets.

"No need to. I've already made a decision. I know I told you before, but do not tell them or I'll murder you." He spoke, giving him a blank expression. Even though he didn't mean to. But he had to warn him not to tell anyone.

The blacknette pursed his lips and looked at him for a minute before finally agreeing. The sigh left his mouth. "All right...but you still need to tell your crush." Those words hit Jiro.

He slowly looked up at the sky, watching the clouds move. Should he confess his feelings? No. He can't tell them. His different-colored eyes glanced back at Uchiha.

"I'm planning to tell my crush before I leave for a mission."

That is a lie.

He had to get away from Y/N so they wouldn't know, yet Sasuke only knew about his condition.

Thirty minutes during BBQ

Jiro was absent. Y/N frowned at his absence and stared at the empty seat next to them. "Where is Jiro? He promised to come here!" They complained, gesturing to the empty seat. They slumped their shoulders.

The footsteps approached the room, which brightened their mood. They thought it was Jiro, but it was Sasuke instead. "Aww. Where is Jiro, Sasu?" They asked, giving him a nickname.

"Hm? I thought he was coming here after we had a talk." He told them, taking a seat next to Y/N. He was confused that Jiro wasn't here.

"I guess he forgot his promise again. I'll go to his apartment afterward." They were a bit disappointed.

However, they sensed a familiar chakra coming closer and turned their head to see their best friend Jiro taking a seat across from them. “Sorry for being late. I’ve taken another way around the black cat.” He said jokingly.

“We won’t believe you!” All of young shinobi shouted at him as he immediately threw his hands up into air in surrender with a sheepish grin.

He let out a deep chuckle of amusement and picked the chopsticks up before breaking them apart. He started to munch on meat away. “JoJo. When I have a mission, is it okay if I bring Sasu with me?” Y/N suddenly said, looking at the redhead.

He nearly choked on something. A petal. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and hid a petal in his palm. Even blood on petal. He forced a smile on his face when he lowered his hand with petal in it.

“Come on. You don’t need to ask me for my permission. You can bring anyone with you. Also I am not allowed to have missions for a while.”

He felt bit guilty for lying to his own best friend but he had to. Just for their sake.

(H/C) haired figure rose a brow at his words but they shrugged in response. “That sucks to be you.” They said sarcastically. Sasuke eyed Jiro, frowning a bit.

For a few days, Y/N and Sasuke were on current mission while Jiro’s condition started to get worse than it was. He had to throw bloody petals up.

The dark red flowers appeared around his neck, painfully digging into his flesh. Blood dripped down his neck. It was hard to breathe.

He had no choice but to…have surgery. However, he was struggling to move his feet.

‘I need to go to hospital…’ That was all he thought. The living room was starting to spin, causing him to get dizzy. He rolled his eyes backward and felt like his body was shutting down, letting him collapse onto the floor with heavy thud. ‘Damn…’ He coughed bloody petals out of his mouth heavily.

His eyelids grew heavy as he was struggling to keep himself awake but due to lack of oxygen, he slowly closed his eyes, drifting out of his conscious.

All he could hear was loud knocking and muffled shouting as darkness welcomed him.

Next thing he knew, he woke up weakly in the operating room as the familiar woman stood over him with a deep frown. He tried to speak without coughing. “Surgery…just do it…now…” Her eyes widened in surprise at his decision but she nodded sharply. He closed his eyes again, losing his consciousness.

Hearing loud beeping, the redhead fluttered his eyes open and let out quiet grunt. His vision was blurry at first but he blinked to make it clearer. He had an oxygen mask on his face to keep himself breathing properly.

The sound of heels clicking approached his ears, causing him to look over. There was Tsunade walking over to his bed with her assistant Shizune behind her. “Your surgery was successful…are you sure this was your decision?” Blond woman asked, looking at him softly.

He slowly sat up and removed the oxygen mask from his face. He refused to look at them but forced a stained smile on his face.

“Yes. That was my final decision. That was it. It is over.”

He spoke like nothing bothered him. He slowly trailed his fingers upward to feel cloth around his neck. No more coughing petals. However, he had no more feelings for Y/N. He was fine with that. Letting them go? Yes. Finally explaining to them? Maybe.

Tsunade and Shizune looked at him with pity.

When Y/N and Sasuke finally returned from their mission after three days, they spotted Jiro standing near the gates and waving at them with dorky grin. Y/N smiled brightly and ran over to him before tackling him in hug. Sasuke greeted him with a nod.

Jiro led them to the training field and took a deep breath, looking up at the sky. “Y/N…I have something to tell you…” He finally spoke. The said person furrowed their brows in surprise and confusion while Sasuke knew what he was going to tell. “I had feelings for you.”

Y/N gasped softly, feeling their cheeks heating up. Sasuke mentally sighed in relief but to their shock, they heard what they didn’t expect from Half Uchiha.

“I no longer have feeling for you because…I had Hanahaki Disease and had surgery a few days ago. I made a final decision. I almost died from it but I survived. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

He had a grin on his face as his eyes were closed. Sasuke clenched his fists while Y/N couldn’t believe their ears. Was it their fault for not realizing this sooner? It was too late. As if he was reading their mind.

He walked over to Y/N and placed hand on back of their head before pulling them to his large chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips on top of their head. “Don’t blame yourself. It is my entirely fault for not telling you earlier. But I couldn’t confess my feelings because I know you are in love with Sasuke. So go with him. But you know I’m always there for you, N/N.” He whispered in hushed tone.

Short/Tall person stayed quiet as hot tears overflowed in their (E/C) eyes. They tried not to cry out of frustration and shakily wrapped their arms around his torso. They buried their face into his chest. Sasuke watched and frowned but Jiro gave him reassuring smile.

“I’m sorry, JoJo…” Was all Y/N needed to say to Jiro.

Only if they had noticed the signs earlier. They could help him. But they didn’t.

At least, they still had Jiro as their best friend no matter what. And he still sees them as his precious friend.

Despite everything, they are still there for each other.

[floredaqueen]

𝐎𝐡, 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚.. 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.. ❦︎

❀❤︎𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕝 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕡𝕤❤︎❀:

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞! 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐈𝐃𝐊 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲- 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲❦︎

𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤(𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲)👉🏽👈🏽🩷😊: @rafeyscurtainbangs @xxbimbobunnyxx @sadhours @userchai @loserboysandlithium @eddiesxangel @mothmans-left-buttcheek @aphrogeneias @hotwritergf @jo-harrington @eddiefromtheshire @bunnyhargrove @br0ck-eddie

[would-they-listen-to-that]

How to Make a Self-Ship Playlist (when you're too afraid to ask)

hey there! you! yeah, you, lurking in the f/o tag, i see you. so you wanna make a self-ship playlist but don't know where to start? welcome to "would-they-listen-to-that" radio, ran by a self-shipping veteran! this post is a special request from an anonymous caller, so let's get into it! how do we make a self-ship playlist when we have zero idea what we're doing?

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ STEP ONE: BLORBO ROULETTE ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

The first step is to pick someone who catches your eye! Who's that fictional character lurking in the back of your mind? Who have you thought about snuggling with to distract yourself from the monotony of a three-hour geometry lecture? Whose tag did you take a "casual stroll" down last night? If you've got someone in mind from those questions alone, there's your target!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ STEP TWO: DATING ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

No, not that kind of dating. I'm talking about historical dating! The time period your character comes from influences the music they listen to! Are they a vampire from the late 1980's? Try some early trad-goth bands and hair metal! Are they a magical girl from the early 2000's? Try some y2k girl groups and rnb! "But mod, what if my character is anachronistic, and their whole shtick is they act like a 1940's jazz singer yet they live in 2020?" If you somehow catapulted Ella Fitzgerald into the nowadays, don't be afraid to be anachronistic with your playlist! Billie Holiday can go right next to Billie Eilish!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ STEP THREE: SOUNDING IT OUT ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

If your f/o has one, listen to their soundtrack for inspiration! What genres are present in their soundtrack? If they sing, in what style? What do they sing about? What kinds of music reflect their environment? If the character has any musical inclination or is a fan of certain musicians, take that into account! If your blorbo is a canon Weezer fan or sings along to Frank Sinatra, that gives a strong basis of what they listen to.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ STEP FOUR: ULTRASOUND ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

That's right, you gotta look inside yourself. You're a character in this self-ship too. It takes two (at least) to tango! Find songs that are meaningful to you. What types of music do you enjoy? What songs do you believe are integral to your relationship with your blorbo? What songs describe your feelings towards them? If you have an enemies-to-lovers relationship, look into songs that have a similar theme. Don't be afraid to explore new music too! Who knows what you might find? There's always an opportunity to hear your new favorite song!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ STEP FIVE: BE FREE ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

Seriously, cringe culture is dead. If it's not, I'm giving you and your f/o hammers so you can kill it. You're allowed to have fun with fiction. The FBI isn't gonna swarm your house because you wanted to give Batman a kiss. It sounds cheesy, but the first (and only step really) to making a self-ship playlist is to have fun and be yourself. You don't need to listen to this post! I'm not the be-all end-all of self-shipping! Whether you take my advice is totally up to you! There really are no wrong answers here!

If you made it this far into the yap session, thank you so much for reading! I hope this advice serves you well! If not, that's okay too! As always,

thanks for dialing in!

[r0ttingj3lly]

Apart from self-insert, why not show y'all my oc Ribcage.

She's my little baby but she gets her shit rocked and loses a few things. I'll explain as I make her ref sheet.

As you can also see, she's shipped with D16/Megatron cuz lets be real, he's hot

[mitsundere]

do you think that sometimes gepard suddenly gets thoughts about his crush having the landau surname if they get married and he's giddy inside but he has to maintain his composure bc he's on patrol or something

[readychilledwine]

💕Valentine's Day Bingo Masterlist💕

We have a Bingo Blackout

(Not in posting order)

Breeding Cassian x reader

Housewife Azriel x reader

CNC - manorian X reader

Group Play - Tamlin x Tarquin x Lucien x Reader

Cuckold - Helion x Feyre x Rhys

Monsterfucking - Tamlin x Reader

Temperature play - Lucien x reader

Size Kink - Azriel x reader

Glory Hole - Cassian x reader

Dollification - Azriel x Seraphina

Praise - Eris X Reader

Threesome - Azriel x Reader x Lucien

Exhibition - Rhys x Drumming Song Reader

Orgasm Control - Ruhn x Reader

Discipline - Helion x Reader

Shadow Play - Rhys x Reader

Somno - Rhys x reader

Predator/Prey - Eris x Reader

Tagteam - Lorcan x Reader x Rowan

Impact Play - Helion x Reader

Shibari - Tarquin x Reader

Breathplay - Rowan x Reader

Auralism- Rhys x Reader

Bonus content:

Pet play - Eris x Reader

Electricity Play - Hunt x Reader

Shadow Play - Ruhn x Reader

Voyeurism - Amarantha x reader x dark!rhys

Edge Play - sub!Lucien x domme! Reader

Collaring - Hunt x reader

As you all know, I am a slut for dividers and love using different ones for my characters and special little events. I am trying to get better at crediting the artists who make them because that takes some time and dedication. Plus, they are also typically sharing their skills and content for free.

That being said:

Special thank you to:

@cafekitsune for sharing their beautiful graphic design skills with all of us. I am using this divider from them, but there are SO MANY options. Please peep their page! 💕

Another special thank you to @saradika-graphics When I was hunting for a MDNI divider, I ended up finding this instead, and it does match my feelings so much more. She also has a ton of graphic design work that she shared for free. Please check out her work as well 💕

[sovlstr]

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The Gasters wish all selfshippers a Merry Christmas, and a most lovely New Year🕯️🤍🎄

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[v4mp-gabbi]

hey!! look at my mha oc!!

Gabi toshero,

her quirk is Basic but it’s voodoo!! she can control the bodies of a person as long as she has a piece of their dna attached to/ touching her somehow, the controlled person can however think freely, think of it as their the toys in dressrosa from one piece. the more dna touching her, longer she can control them for. Her quirk has major drawbacks tho, she can become immobile if she controls too many/for too long. and it can give her headaches and motion sickness so she only uses her quirk when absolutely needed, she relies mostly on her physical strength💪

S/O- bakugou, yes it’s unoriginal stfu. they have an enemies to friends to lovers arc.

[real-hot-grl-shi]

HEHE HAHA THE THOUGHT OF KATSUKI CALLING HIS GF/WIFE DOLL OR DOLLFACE ABABAHAHAHAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA

MY FUCKING MANNNNNANANAHAHJSSNSNSJ

I want to make a fanfic of him and my oc Comet but idk how to start HELP ME ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

I like unicorns 🦄

[bogwaterparasite]

Sketchbook

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Pairing: Miles Morales-42 x Reader

CW: None, just fluff

WC: 1.4k

A/N: This was part of an ongoing series I had on Ao3 when Spider-Man ATSV was popular, I lost motivation to keep it going (I forgot what the plot was gonna be) so I hope yall enjoy the few episodes I had

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Everyone hates waking up in the mornings to a loud beeping sound coming from whatever device you use as an alarm, some people are lucky and their bodies are programmed to wake up exactly at the same time every single day, but sadly I am not one of those people. A loud groan escaped my lips as the obnoxious sound of the alarm woke me, making all my peaceful dreams flee my mind. Reluctantly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes to get rid of any sleep threatening to cling onto me before climbing down from the bunk bed. My gaze shifted over to the top bunk where my roommate remained dead asleep, as per usual. Sometimes I wonder if she has superpowers, not once have I seen her actually go to a class, but yet she has killer grades! How does she do it? The world may never know.

Emerging from the quiet sanctuary of my dorm room into the chaos of the hallway, the cacophony of conversations, laughs, and occasional screams of surprise or delight were quick to pierce the once serene atmosphere of the dorm. I paused for a moment, readjusting myself to the new environment, taking it all in while walking down the corridor towards my locker. I popped open the door and pulled out my belongings, putting others that I wouldn’t need into the empty space. With a quick swing, my backpack landed swiftly over my shoulder, proceeding to slam the door shut, and continued my route to my first period.

Staring ahead, my mind was back to being consumed by my thoughts as I lazily walked to my first class. Typical trivial things such as what I’d have to eat, or what to do with your free time when you don’t have any friends, you know.. normal teen stuff. Yet, those thoughts quickly subsided as I was abruptly knocked off my balance. Stumbling forward, my arms flailed around wildly trying to hold on to something for support, quickly regaining my footing and looking back towards the person who I seemed to have tripped over.

“Sorry”

At first glance it was hard to recognize the culprit, but as my gaze focused on his I realized it was no other than Miles.

To say we were friends was an overstatement, we shared a couple of classes together, and sure we talked sometimes, but apart from that? He didn’t seem to care less about me as a person. Before I could respond, or even say something, he walked away, not interested on keeping the conversation going.

Alright?

I was about to head off, but just out of the corner of my eye I could see something on the floor. Curious, i bent down and picked it up. It was a black sketchbook, a few colorful lines and stickers on the cover, i glanced around to see if it belonged to any of the students nearby, but no one even batted an eye. Standing up again, my mind drifted off to my earlier encounter, it must have been his. I turned to see if by chance Miles was still somewhere on the hallway, but he was far gone.

My eyes drifted off to the clock, a minute remained until the start of class, cutting my time short. Quickly stuffing the sketchbook into my bag, I made a dash for the classroom.

Thankfully, I made it just in time, everyone was already in their seats but the teacher still wasn’t here. A relieved sigh escaped my lips as I made my way to my seat. It didn’t take long for the teacher to arrive and start the lesson, yet It felt almost impossible to pay attention to the words spewing from his mouth. I wondered what his art looked like, the pages seemed to crumble a little making the sketchbook thicker, was he a good artist? The temptation to look at its contents was eating its way out, but I persisted. It wouldn’t be right to violate his privacy, no matter how much I wanted to take a peek.

“Díaz, are you paying attention?”

Mr. Anderson brought me out of my thoughts once again. My gaze met his, then proceeded to take a look around the room… everyone was watching.

Immediately, the possibility of being swallowed whole by the earth seemed enticing. Shrinking into my spot as my cheeks took a reddish tint.

“sorry..”

“..Anywho, as I was saying”

As he turned back to the chalk board, everyone soon went back to writing things down, and I followed, forgetting the topic of the notebook and Miles… or at least trying to.

Time seemed to fly by after the incident, my mind being far too focused on the piles of homework that were assigned with little to no class time left. Soon enough, it was fourth hour, the one class I looked forward to, and coincidentally enough, the class I had with miles.

When I entered the room I was quick to notice only a handful of students were actually there. Yet, after a quick scanning I came to the conclusion that he wasn’t any of them.. hopefully he didn’t decide to skip class today.

I slipped my earbuds in, desperate to muffle the rising classroom din as more students filed in. My hope of his arrival was fading with each passing minute, the possibility of him showing up growing slimmer by the second. Then, almost miraculously, with barely a minute left in class, he materialized out of thin air. His hazel eyes briefly met mine before he turned away, rejoining the conversation he'd been having with those surrounding him.

Reaching down to my bag, I pulled out the sketchbook, carefully placing it on the desk. Hesitating slightly, my hand outstretched and tapped his shoulder… nothing. An eyebrow quirked in confusion as I tried again once more, yet he didn’t even flinch.

Was he ignoring me? Or did he genuinely not feel someone poking his shoulder? Regardless of what it was, I was just about ready to give up all hope and simply slide it over, all up until I saw one of his friends quirk his head towards me.

Miles turned to face me, his face holding a confused expression, maybe even annoyed, yet, it quickly faded as his eyes landed on the square object.

“This is yours, right?”

He didn’t hesitate, not wasting a single second before snatching the sketchbook from my hands. His once hardened expression now softened, a relief seemingly washing over him for that split second, then he remembered I spoke.

“Yeah, thanks”

As he spoke, he gave me a warm smile, his appreciation palpable in the subtle curve of his lips. The gesture was delicate, almost imperceptible, yet something profound shifted in his typically harsh expression. His perpetually cold gaze momentarily thawed, softening with an unexpected vulnerability, a side he never really showed… it was nice.

He turned around just as our teacher entered the classroom, exchanging quick pleasantries before launching into the day's lesson. Assignments accumulated steadily, and soon the teacher divided us into partners for a worksheet that felt more like a perfunctory exercise. I found myself paired with Miles. We settled into a comfortable silence, our proximity neither awkward nor forced. Without a word exchanged, we both bent our heads over the worksheet, an unspoken understanding between us.

Eventually, I finished the worksheet and stretched back in my chair, a subtle sense of accomplishment settling over. Stealing a glance sideways, I caught Miles engrossed in his sketchbook, his pencil moving with practiced ease. Curiosity finally got the better of me, leaning closer to him. His page was filled with intricate portraits—faces emerging from delicate lines and subtle shading. I found myself transfixed, unable to look away as the figures took shape beneath his hand.

“You’re a really good artist”

Resting my cheek on my palm, I continued to look down at the colorful page, yet, he suddenly stopped and looked at me. Mimicking his action, my gaze slowly lifted from the drawing, finding its way to his face. Our eyes met and locked, creating a charged silence that seemed to stop time itself, neither of us uttering a word. Perplexed by his this, I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head slightly.

“Do I have something on my face?”

As my voice filled the air, he seemed to get out of his trance, shaking his head and going back to drawing sharp and precise strokes on the piece of paper. A small chuckle escaped my lips, who knew he was actually awkward.

“No, uh… Thanks”

He finally answered, avoiding my own gaze. I hummed in response, continuing to watch as he drew. It was almost mesmerizing, art was something so beautiful, I was a bit of an artist myself, but if he didn’t want to know then there was no reason to tell him about it.

We remained like that for the rest of class, he continued to doodle away besides me as I watched, every now and then glancing away and talking to someone in case he was getting uncomfortable with my presence, eventually the bell rang, signaling the end of class. While walking out of the classroom I felt a slight tug at my bag, almost sounding like someone slapped it. I turned in order to see who did that, but as I turned miles smoothly escaped from behind me, out of sight and earshot.

I pulled my backpack off my shoulder, there was a small yellow sticky note on top of it with a small doodle of him on it, my lips curled into a smile again, looking at the hallway in which he had made his escape shaking my head.

It was kept safely between two notebooks until the end of the day

[maesaeart]

"you're giving me your jacket? ...well c'mere then, I'll keep you warm..." ❤❤❤

GOD LET ME RIP THAT TURTLE NECK OOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF I WANNA CHEW ON HIM LIKE A DOG TOY FFFFFFF--

[rawbin-hsr]

Me x Aventurine relationship dynamic 🐺🐺

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Can you do a selfship playlist for Folly from Regretevator? Thank you ^_^

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ sure thing!

The Masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer

Animal Cannibal - Possibly in Michigan OST

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

Animal - Sir Chloe

Suki Suki Daisuki - Jun Togawa

song for my lost ghost friends - spellcasting

Just Take My Wallet - Jack Stauber's Micropop

Drift Away Omnichord - Trillian

Labyrinth - Miracle Musical

Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

thanks for dialing in!

[radiolore]

ghost!ow oc x mummy!venture

yk i just realized i don't have a real name for my oc yet 😭😭

if any of yall have any good ideas for a pirate name PLSPLSPLS TELL ME IM HORRIBLE AT NAMES 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

edit: my ocs name is Keo Kham, also known as Captain Sea-Wolf :3

ship name with venture is

capture

heh

😼

[raindropinz]

I love painter mwa mwa also bonus pjsekai chibi

[ericaethereal]

So uh....do we still love self inserts over here or...??