#shye uwu

[eijihino]

💘💌 for any!! (also an excuse to know more of your ships hehe)

gonna use exaid for these !! (also forgive me if the formatting is weird i’m at work DJDNDJX)

“💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?”

well. i have three f/os in exaid so that alone might start some debates JDNXNXN outside of that, well for emu there’s the fact that it’s the friends to lovers trope, plus we knew each other pre-canon. for kiriya, i’m one of the only one who can see through his lies, and i was there for him when everyone thought he was lying about something important. as for parado, well there’s a lot there but the fact that we were online friends and i was so desperate to get him to change sides might do it DJDNDJXN

“💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?”

I’m not fully sure I understand this question I’m ngl but in terms of dynamics the easiest way to put it is that with emu it’s literally the sweetest of relationships, with parado it’s similar but slightly different bc sometimes he likes causing problems, and kiriya is tiring because he’s annoying and likes causing me problems specifically (but with love)

[eijihino]

HFHGJGJGN US TWO?????? fear

i come bearing answers: the man that twin has the brainrot for is naoya kaido from kamen rider faiz uwu

*taking notes*

[angst-fairygodmother]

B, F, K, S & X for Luther 👉🏼👈🏼uwu💖

Hope you have a lovely day Shye 💫💖

Aw, thank you Lubia, you’re so sweet.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

I mean, in canon his best memory is probably something between himself and Allison when they were kids, maybe even building their little greenhouse hangout together. 

In terms of The Stars in Her Eyes, I don’t really know...I haven’t made enough solid plans to be able to say.

F = first date (what was it like?)

Luther didn’t know it was a date. First they went to a little local deli and picked up a few things. And then they stopped at Griddy’s. And then they went to the park and Sarah “just happened” to have a blanket in her bag for them to sit on, and voila picnic date.

She knew he would feel awkward and uncomfortable and probably would have turned her down if she asked him out (because he’s got such low self-esteem that he doesn’t think he deserves her, and would tell her no because he thinks she should do better). So she had to be a little sneaky about it.

Once he realized they were on a date, he was flustered but sweet and they had a really good time. 

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

Oh he’s definitely a shy kisser, and a little bit awkward. But very sweet. Little, tender kisses, rather than anything intense. Probably more inclined to kiss the cheek or forehead than give you a kiss. 

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

Good music (or what he thinks is good anyway).

Sharing something he loves with other people, and them sharing the things in return.

Flowers and sunny days.

And honestly, he does think Klaus is funny, and will usually crack a smile or laugh at his antics. (He misses when they were all closer as kids, because even though it was forced, he really does love all of them. Even with Diego, until the resentment bubbled over.)

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

I think he’s a very artistic person. We see glimpses of it because there’s some poetry among the packages from the moon. But I also think he loves to paint, mostly scenery especially when he goes to space (sometimes he has to remember what color really looks like). But he’s self-conscious about it, so he doesn’t tell ANYONE.

Fluffy Alphabet

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

💙, 🌊 & 🎵 uwu

uwu to you too

💙 How are you? Could be better, but I’m trying to relax for the time being.

🌊 Do you like the ocean? Mm, for the most part. I’m a little scared of the shit at the bottom, and the big boi animals, but other than that I’m cool with it.

Favourite song right now. I already answered this for Shye, but another good song is Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill.

Ask List

[wlwdeities]

i hope that next year, or when i start college, i meet more outgoing / 'weird' people .. i just wanna surround myself with wilder souls and louder people !

[mewpangxin]

How did I miss this? Omgg Shye's fic is always an art, sobbing 🥺😭✨✨ it's definitely canon that he'd overwork himself until he reached his limits uwu. He's so worried that he'll let go of the reader, it's aww, I didn't expect him to allow them to take off/change his clothes since he's probably not used to yk. That speaks volumes! He trusts! And that's honestly adorable.

anything but you.

「riddle rosehearts x gn!reader」 ↳ riddle, overexcited to please you at a tea party, suddenly falls sick⋯ just what plagues him in his nightmares? cw: a little angst, non-sexual undressing a/n: for @zhengbobatw ! she donated to my ko-fi !!

“—[Name], I-I’m fine,” Riddle’s strained voice dismissed your solicitousness upon scrutinizing how he faltered in his seat with flushed cheeks. Nestled at the table for teatime in the gardens, things were proceeding smoothly; except for the muted ache in Riddle’s chest he had felt since dawn was exacerbating rapidly.

Febrile symptoms accelerated far faster than anticipated, and the dignified fingers twined around the teacup quivered in a manner unbefitting of Heartslabyul’s dorm leader. “Damn, I⋯ pushed myself too hard,” were the last words Riddle managed to rasp out before his lashes fluttered.

Springing up from your chair with enough momentum to knock it backwards, the clamor coordinating with glass shattering and tea splashing, you and Trey rushed with breakneck speed to support Riddle’s collapsing body.

Riddle’s parted lips emitted short, frantic heaves of air as his forehead leaned against Trey’s robust chest. “He’s burning up⋯” you noted as you caressed your fingers along the curve of his jawline; the heat radiating overwhelmingly.

“I’ll take him to his dorm room,” Trey altruistically proposed in tandem with an arm roping around his childhood friend’s shivering body, effortlessly picking him up off his throne-like chair, before he addressed the other residents with a kind gaze, “The rest of you, you’re excused. Clean up first, of course.”

“I’m coming, too,” you spoke up, your own voice thrumming with concern, “⋯ I’m the one who asked for the tea party today, and I’m sure Riddle-kun wanted to honor that commitment no matter what.”

Pursing his lips together, Trey nodded—it was accurate to say that Riddle would’ve ensured everything went immaculately precisely because it was you who had asked it of him. “Alright, come on, [Name],” he beckoned, “but don’t blame yourself. Riddle would hate that.”

——With Riddle still debilitated in his arms, Trey and you unlocked his dorm room and ambled over to his lavish bed; delicately laying him down on the plush sheets, and allowing his head to rest on the pillows.

“[Name], will you stay here with him while I go grab some things?” Trey asked as he glimpsed down at Riddle, perceiving how restless he was even laying in his own bed, “You can start by taking off his boots and some layers of clothing. The less heat he generates, the better.”

Giving Trey a nod of affirmation, you hurriedly got to work on unzipping Riddle’s boots as the resonation of the door shutting was distant against your concentration. Your fingers moved along his body with a soft, attentive momentum—unfettering his cape and trying your best to remove it beneath him without moving him too much in the process, all to aid in ameliorating his condition.

Just as your hands began to peel his coat off his shoulders, Riddle’s eyes flickered open and he espied your silhouette through the hazy gloss enshrouding his silver irises. “[Name]⋯? Where am I?” he questioned with a subdued perplexity.

“Your room. You collapsed,” you elucidated as you continued your ministrations in spite of the newfound warmth intersecting with your desire to remain calm. Undressing Riddle while he left his eyes riveted onto your frame felt intimate, as if you were committing a crime worthy of heaving your head chopped. “I’m just⋯ changing your clothes, okay? You’re sweating a lot.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if Riddle even registered what you had said with how glazed over his consciousness appeared to be; the mist of his fevered state obfuscating his basic comprehending skills.

“Wh-What about the tea party?” Riddle felt your fingers gliding along his arm as you withdrew his coat from him, the feeling making him tremble—both his burning body’s response to the action as well as how comforting it was to have you touch him.

Shaking your head to mitigate his anxieties, you reassured him, tone mollifying, “Please don’t worry about that. Your health is more important to me.”

Riddle felt his chest constrict at the sincerity of your words, heart beating so deeply it felt nonexistent. He watched wearily as you leaned over him once more, your lithe fingers commencing to unbutton his shirt. “Mhm, okay⋯”

For once, Riddle was pliable and vulnerable in front of you—resigning himself to a helpless role, giving himself permission to relinquish the control he so desperately carved into his entity in order to let you take care of him.

Stripping Riddle of his shirt, you abruptly retracted away from him and peered around his room. The action alone elicited discomfiture from the depths of him, and he felt an inordinate, groundless burst of panic skate over his insides.

In congruence with you gyrating on your heel, vivid and harrowing images coruscated across Riddle’s vision—tendrils of pitch-black blot enveloping the room around him, swallowing you whole.

“D-Don’t leave—!!” With a swell of potency born from desperation, Riddle lunged forward and seized your hand; obstructing you from leaving with a taut clasp. “Don’t leave me. Anything but you.”

It was painful, how tightly Riddle’s fingers encircled your hand and pulled you towards him. “I-I’ll be less strict, I’ll never cut your head off again—just stay with me,” Riddle continued to babble and plead, bleary eyes shimmering in pure, unparalleled torment.

You could feel dewy teardrops converge in your eyes at the state of agony Riddle was in, even if his emotions were heightened and disorganized from the fever, and you bent down next to his bed. “I-I’m here, Riddle-kun. I was just grabbing you new clothes⋯” you soothed him, entwining your fingers with his and giving his hand an affectionate squeeze to further placate him.

“I’d never leave you,” you added once more, your own heart throbbing with a yearning only given to you from him, “I swear on the Queen of Hearts’ laws, okay?”

Renouncing himself to the solace of your vow, Riddle fell back against the pillows. “You absolutely, positively can’t take that back⋯ [Name], I never want you to leave my side. It’s the one rule⋯ I can’t⋯ have you⋯ breaking⋯⋯”

Watching as Riddle’s eyes grappled with staying awake, you sighed as he succumbed to unconsciousness once more; your entire being left in grief at the thought of Riddle’s despair.

But you knew you meant every word you said to him, so he didn’t have to worry so much. And even in slumber, Riddle scorned the idea of releasing your hand, and he continued to hold onto you until Trey returned⋯

[angst-fairygodmother]

3, 4 & 7 for Sarah and Luther uwu 💖

Hope you have a lovely night Shye 💖

Oof. Answering for Sarah and Luther suddenly got hard because I'm rethinking their relationship dynamic and timeline. But I will try for you 😊 Have a good night my love.

3. Who cooks the food and who does the dishes?

Sarah definitely cooks, although sometimes Luther helps. And then he does the dishes and she dries anything that doesn't fit in the rack.

4. How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet?

Sarah: things like "the nicest man I've ever met." "Chivalrous" "Shy."

Luther: "She's seen me and didn't run away, or freak out at all. Just accepted it. And takes care of me." and the fact that he's smiling, and no one can really remember the last time they saw Luther actually, genuinely smile.

7. Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?

This is the one that I can't really answer. Originally it might have been like, the greenhouse/roof of the Academy, or out to the park at night, or something. But now...I'm not sure.

OTP Questions

[angst-fairygodmother]

4 and 9 for Sarah and Luther uwu💖

Hope you have a lovely night Shye 💖 and may you get some rest 💫

Aw, thank you Lubia. You are always so sweet. I hope you have a good and restful night as well. 💙

4. Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?

I think it takes some time, but once he becomes a little more self-confident, he definitely tells her puns. She responds with a snort and a giggle and a wide grin. Maybe a fond "you're terrible."

9. When they sit side by side, do they touch one another?

I think they tend to sit close together, and hold hands, and then she leans in/against his arm. He's very stiff and awkward at first, even deep into their relationship, but eventually relaxes into it and maybe lays his head on top of hers.

OTP Questions

[ryuxsoul]

I KNOW WHO IT IS MOFFUN CAN’T STOP ME

Next question how do I not get attached to another man

it's quite simple: prayer! (who's this new man hm?)

[angst-fairygodmother]

Oohh, for the soft OCs ask, 🌹, 🌾, 🌸 & 💦 for Ryne, Elena and Sarah uwu💖

I wish you a lovely day Shye 💖 sending you a hug💫

Aw, thank you darling 💙 This was a lot of questions though, so in the interest of not having a novel to respond, so I just went with the last one. You’re welcome for the sad. 😅

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Obviously, I don’t actually want to undo them, because it would change who the characters are as people. But let’s see...

Ryne: She’s kind of got a misery conga line as a backstory, but I would spare her her first relationship, which utterly shattered her trust in people, in so many ways. She didn’t deserve it, and if she hadn’t gone through it, she might have been more open to the relationship with Derek from the start. 

Elena: Honestly, the worst thing she’s gone through is something that’s going to happen in Light Fingers, so I can’t answer that without spoilers, but I wish I could find a different way to do it. 

Sarah: Does the Storm count? Otherwise, I think I wouldn’t necessarily keep her sister from dying, but I would have her parents take her pain more seriously and prioritize her grieving/mental health over their image. 

Soft (Emoji) OC Asks

[angst-fairygodmother]

Favorites 2, Routines 10 & Philosophy 5 for Sarah uwu💖💫

Shye love, I wish for your night to be nice 💖💫

Aw thank you Lubia! 😊💖 You are so sweet. I hope you have an excellent night darling!

Kind of pizza?

Supreme/everything. And add extra red pepper flakes please.

What’s the last thing they do before they go to bed?

Sarah Tucker: text Nathan goodnight (until they move in together at which point it becomes kiss him goodnight).

Sarah Donovan: braid her hair/pin it up so that it's controlled and nice in the morning.

What’s one thing they would change about themselves?

Physically she doesn't like the shape of her mouth because it's kind of small and it's neutral expression is kind of a pout.

Personality-wise she'd probably make herself a little less self-sacrificial.

Get to Know an OC

[eijihino]

i had to delete my first reblog bc tumblr decided i was on main now BUT PLS KJHGHJHJK

i have still yet to talk about a single f/o

[eijihino]

lol

i come bearing answers: the man that twin has the brainrot for is naoya kaido from kamen rider faiz uwu

*taking notes*