#the most beautiful boy starts playing in the background!! SCREAMING!!

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BUT YOU’RE A …VAMPIRE?!

terrible summary: fucking the towns hottest college student—a bonus. . . he’s a vampire!

tags: vampire!choso x fem!reader, choso and reader are in college, reader babysits yuji, heavily inspired by tvd 🙂‍↕️, lowkey long before smut scene sorryyy, smut (p in v), face sitting, mating press, blōod play, sqūirting, feral choso, sub!choso (a little), hes insanely fast and strong, errmm idk what else, mdni

w.c: 2.3k

a/n: 1. TY GUYS FOR 1.5K ???? THIS IS INSANEEE, 2. I hope u guys enjoy bc this is my first kinktober so I hope I satisfy y’all 🧟‍♀️

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“this movie’s not even scary,” yuji mutters from under the blankets, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. he begged you to play halloween, the most gruesome movie you’ve ever seen. maybe it wasn’t the best idea for a teenage boy—he’d probably have nightmares—but you just wanted him to stop whining. you giggle as he shrieks when michael myers catches a screaming woman, his eyes glued to the screen despite his words.

suddenly, the movie pauses, and you glance up from your phone, wondering why. “can you do my halloween makeup now? megumi’s coming soon, and we’re going trick-or-treating,” yuji asks, hopeful. you sigh internally, not because of him, but because this isn’t how you planned to spend your halloween. midterms are next week, and you haven’t even started studying!

you nod, grabbing your makeup bag already packed with halloween supplies. yuji sits in the dining room—where the lighting is better—facing the television. he’s jumpy as the movie resumes, flinching at every scare, ruining the makeup more than once. you’re just applying fake blood to his mouth to piece together the vampire look when the front door slams open, the sound deafening. you both scream, your heart pounding as your eyes dart toward the source.

choso.

you nearly drop the makeup brush, fake blood splattering the polished floor. choso’s laughter echoes through the room, and you stare at him in shock, your heart racing from the scare—and the sight of him. you haven’t seen him in nearly a year since he moved abroad for school. you thought your crush on him had faded, but now, seeing him again…he’s even more attractive. more buff. and is he dressed as a vampire? how fitting for the brothers.

choso brings in, a beautiful girl trailing behind him, her expression uneasy. you notice something odd—they’re matching.

“that wasn’t funny, choso,” yuji grumbles, pushing him away when choso messes up his slicked-back hair. but your attention is elsewhere, drawn to choso’s costume. the fangs look too real, and dried blood stains the corners of his lips. your stomach twists with unease.

“hey, choso, your costume is… really cool,” you manage to say, your voice catching as his gaze locks onto yours. his eyes—there’s a tint of red. it feels like he’s staring straight through you, searching for something deeper. and then, you notice the girl again, her pale complexion, her exhausted, haunted look.

and her neck.

multiple bite marks—no, fang marks—line her skin, and you swear you see blood trickling from one of them. who in the hell did their makeup?

“costume? oh no, we’re not—”

“teenage versions of dracula and draculara,” choso cuts in coldly, his gaze never leaving yours. your heart pounds, the tension in the room thickening. you know what dracula looks like and it’s not what he’s wearing.

the movie continues playing in the background as it fades into nothing. choso’s lips twitch as he stares at your neck, his eyes darkening when they land on the pulsing vein just beneath the surface. you feel a lump form in your throat, and yuji shifts awkwardly between you both, oblivious to the growing danger.

without another word, choso snaps out of it, pulling the girl upstairs in a hurry. loud, frantic footsteps echo as the door slams shut behind them. you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

after finishing yuji’s costume, the movie mercifully ends. you take a few photos of yuji with his plastic vampire fangs before megumi and nobara arrive in matching outfits. they thank you, and with a final warning to stay close to the block, you send them off. at last, you’re alone—ready to relax.

but when you return to the dining room, your peace is shattered. the mess from the makeup is worse than you remembered, and you groan. you huff as you start cleaning up, scrubbing the floor and tossing used brushes into the nearby sink. and then, you feel it.

someone’s watching you.

you freeze, a chill running down your spine. slowly, you turn around, your heart racing, and nearly scream again. choso is leaning against the staircase, his dark eyes fixed on you, an unsettling smile tugging at his lips.

“gosh, choso, you scared me,” you exclaim, clutching the counter for support.

“no need to be scared,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous as he walks closer following you into the kitchen. “i was just… admiring the view.”

heat rushes to your cheeks, but there’s a sinister edge to his words that makes you uneasy. still, you mutter a soft “pervert,” hoping to shake off the tension. but choso hears you clearly, his dark chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

you walk to the dirty dishes as you start cleaning up the previous mess, trying to ignore the growing sense of dread as he offers to help, standing too close for comfort. his presence is suffocating, his body radiating cold as he dries each dish you hand him. “so… you got a boyfriend?” he asks bluntly, and your breath catches.

“no… i’ve been busy with school,” you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest. his lips curl into a smirk, and you hear him whisper, “good girl.”

your knees weaken, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling a surge of warmth between your legs. he knows. he can smell it. your mind spins as you struggle to focus on washing the dishes. when your hand accidentally brushes his, the icy coldness jolts you, your breath hitching.

you glance at him through the window in front of the sink. dread pooling in your stomach. no way…

the fangs. the eyes. the ice cold touch.

he’s a—

“c’monnn, you’re letting the water run too long,” choso interrupts, snapping you back to reality. you quickly apologize, shaking off the thought as you rinse off the next dirty dish. holding a tiny kitchen knife, you stare at your reflection in the window. choso stands impatiently, waiting for you to hurry up. biting your lip, you rinse the knife, but just before you hand it to him, you ‘accidentally’ slice the tip of your finger.

you watch the way his eyes darken, his pupils dilating as veins bulge beneath his skin. his lips part, his fangs elongating as he watches your blood dribble down with the almost animalistic hunger.

panic grips you and instinct kicks in, and you sprint for the front door, tears stinging your eyes, terrified of ending up like the victims in the horror movies. you twist the doorknob, but choso is suddenly in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand as he dragging you back inside, the door slams behind you with a deafening thud.

“shh, baby…I know, ’m not gonna hurt you,” choso whispers, his voice rough as he coaxes you to the couch. you tremble, tears blurring your vision.

“cho… you’re a—a vampire?” you manage to choke out, the words feeling unreal in your mouth. choso nods, his eyes fixed on the blood still oozing from your finger. something inside you shifts, your fear dissolving as something darker takes over.

fuck it.

“you want it, cho’?” you murmur, lifting your finger to his lips, smearing your blood across them. his eyes roll back, his fangs glistening as he lets out a desperate moan, his hunger consuming him.

you lean closer, your voice a seductive whisper, “then take it.”

and oh did you truly mess up. badly.

choso had never tasted anything as sweet and addicting as you—the sweetest he’s ever known since his transformation into a vampire. that’s why he has you sitting on his face, your pussy suffocating him as his icy hands pull you deeper against his mouth. your thighs tremble on either side of his head, fingers gripping the armrest for support. your eyes roll back as his slick tongue plunges deep into your pulsing walls, his nose brushing against your swollen clit.

“ch-cho’. . slow d-down..” you wail, trying to pull away from his inhuman tongue—but he growls. the wet, messy sounds of slurping and groans fill your ears as you’re losing yourself on his tongue. you can’t help it—you start grinding even deeper into his face, chasing that high as he hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. your nails dig into the armrest, knuckles white, as you glance down with glazed eyes—his brows are furrowed, veins pulsing under his skin, soft brown hair that was once tied up now sprawled wildly across the couch.

he’s slurping you up like you’re his last meal, completely lost in the taste of you. it’s like you’ve got him under some kind of spell, and he can’t stop. he pulls you deeper into his face until you’re sure you’ll break. your thighs shake uncontrollably, your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm slam into you, broken cries spilling from your lips, soaking his tongue in your release.

“mmf— ‘m gonna—”

“not yet,” choso commands, lifting you off his face and tossing you flat on your back with a rough ‘oof’ escaping your lips. your mind is too foggy to register anything as he grabs your ankles, placing them on either side of his shoulders. your cunt spasms uncontrollably, slick dripping down as you whimper, watching him grip the base of his thick cock. his chubby tip parts your swollen folds, sliding up and down your dripping slit, teasing your twitching hole, not giving you what you desperately need. your gaze locks with his, and your heart skips a beat—his eyes fixed on the pulsing vein in your neck, his mouth trembling as his fangs grow longer.

“hahh— I need a t-taste,” he moans, the whites of his eyes turning black as he repeats the same words, over and over, to himself. before you can even respond, he slams into you, balls-deep, a broken sob tearing from your throat he’s stretching you so wide it hurts so good as his thick crown head bullies your sweet spot. your whole body jiggles with each brutal thrust, clenching down hard as his cock stretches you abnormally wide. he’s lost in the feeling, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you swear he’s leaving bruises, all while he keeps mumbling to himself, lost in a frenzy.

he’s completely feral, growling with every thrust, eyes locked on your neck like he’s about to tear into you, his cock stretching you wide as your body shakes from the sheer force of his inhumane thrusts.

“y-yes… cho’, have a t-taste,” you stutter, tilting your head to the side, exposing the throbbing vein he’s been eyeing with hunger. his eyes gleam with feral desire as he leans down, his thick cock still relentlessly jackhammering deep inside you. 

he groans into your neck, inhaling your scent, and your shaking hands pull him closer, legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him in as your eyes roll back. the sharp sting of his fangs sinking deep into your neck pulls a guttural moan from you, his mouth latched onto your skin as he drinks, each slurp sending electric shocks through your body. his thrusts become erratic, vicious, slamming into your poor cervix as he drinks greedily from you.

“s-such a good vampire,” you pant, praising him as he pulls away from your neck, rising up to look at you—and fuck, he’s completely lost in it. his blacked-out eyes, mouth hanging open, dripping with blood, his chin smeared in a mess of fluids. his monstrous look beyond attractive you don’t even think—you grab him by the face and yank him down to your lips, moaning as the metallic tang of your blood touches your tongue. your lips move against his hungrily, tasting the mix of your blood and his spit as he pounds into your sloppy, swollen cunt that grips him so tight it’s driving him crazy. his thrusts become more brutal, more desperate, his cock throbbing as you cling to him, completely helpless under his inhuman strength.

he pulls away from the kiss with a growl, leaving you breathless, licking your lips as the taste of blood lingers. with no warning, choso grabs your thighs and folds you in half—ankles pressed right up against your ears. he fucks you deeper, so deep you swear he’s going to break you, every thrust harder, more punishing than the last as you whimper and sob beneath him.

“fuckkk— pussy’s suckin’ the s-soul outta me,” he groans, forcing your thighs deeper into your chest, bending you in half like you’re nothing. all you can do is take it, your body completely at his mercy, trembling under his brutal, inhuman pace. his cock pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body, your mind turning into a haze of desperate moans and babbled pleas.

and then, it hits—your orgasm slams into you, hard and fast, like a wave crashing over you. eyes rolling back as your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock, spasming so hard you’re seeing stars. your legs shake uncontrollably as you feel the hot rush of your release soaking both of you, dripping down your thighs, adding to the messy slick between your bodies. you’re screaming, but it’s incoherent—just broken sobs and moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure ripping through you.

choso feels it too, your pussy squeezing him so tight he can barely move, and with a deep growl, he spills inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim. you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you so full that it starts to leak out, your stomach bulging slightly from how much he’s pumped into you. your whole body trembles, completely spent, as your cunt flutters around him, milking every last drop.

“heyy pretty, c’mon—wake up,” choso coos, giving your swollen, throbbing cunt a hard slap. the impact makes you jolt, and the wet, sticky sound echoes through the living room as your mixed juices splatter everywhere, slick covering your lower stomach and seeping into the couch. broken moans slip past your lips, your eyes fluttering open just in time to see him towering over you, his cock still hard and dripping with cum, more spilling from his tip.

“we’re nowhere near done.” 

[chrepsi]

ˇ ⋆ ╱ sugar water - m. sturniolo

highschool!matt x highschool!reader

wc ; 800+

it started with a glance.

not the cliché kind, not the one where your heart drops and violins play in the background. no. it was quieter than that—less fireworks, more like the fizz of a soda can cracked open in a silent room.

matt sturniolo was the kind of boy you noticed without realizing you were noticing him. he was soft-spoken, eyes always flickering like he was halfway between dreaming and listening. he moved like music on low volume, like the hum of a song you forgot you loved.

and i was... me. i blended in. i stayed in the quiet corners of the school hallways, chewing pen caps and pretending to be too busy to care that no one said hi.

we had third period english together. he sat two rows to the left and one ahead. i spent most of that class pretending not to look at him. pretending i didn’t wait for the moments he laughed at something the teacher said, or the rare times he tapped his pencil to the beat of a song only he could hear.

on a tuesday that felt like a thursday, it happened.

he turned around.

"do you get what she’s talking about? this poem?"

i blinked. swallowed. looked down at the page like it could give me the answer.

"sort of," i said. "it’s about... wanting to feel something. even if it hurts."

he looked at me. like, really looked. not with the wide-eyed curiosity most people wore like a mask, but like he could see through the layers. through the silence. through the sugar-water sweetness i tried to coat myself in.

"that makes sense," he said, and turned back around.

i didn't breathe for twenty seconds.

we didn’t talk again for a week. then two. then suddenly, he was waiting for me outside class.

"hey. you like music, right?"

i nodded.

"wanna hear something cool?"

he handed me one earbud, the wire warm from his pocket. i took it. the song was slow, sad, and beautiful. lyrics like diary entries. like things you think but don’t say.

we didn’t speak while it played.

and just like that, i started living for third period. for the moments between bells. for the way our silences didn’t feel awkward, just comfortable.

like sugar melting in warm water.

the first time he made me laugh so hard i cried, we were sitting under the old bleachers, hiding from gym class.

"do you think if i just walk into traffic i can get out of running laps?"

"only if I come with you," i said, and he grinned.

he had that kind of smile. like he didn’t know it could break people. like he didn’t know it was rare.

"deal."

the laughter came in waves, crashing over us until i was clutching my stomach and gasping for air. and he just watched, eyes wide and lit up like i was something worth seeing.

we never labeled it. what we were. we didn’t need to.

there were days we barely talked, days when he sat with his head in his hands and i didn’t ask why. i just sat beside him. let him be quiet.

other days, he showed up at my locker with a piece of candy or a sticky note that said something like, "you looked sad yesterday. here’s a dumb joke to fix that."

i kept every note in a shoebox under my bed.

one day, he asked me what i wanted most.

"to matter," i said, too fast. then i looked away, embarrassed.

he didn’t laugh. didn’t tease. he just nodded slowly.

"you do. even if you don’t always feel it."

and that night, i cried in the shower. not because i was sad. just because someone finally said it.

the cracks started small.

he stopped answering texts. started showing up late. the music in his earbuds got louder. his eyes got quieter.

"are you okay?"

he shrugged. "just tired."

but tired turned into distant. into cold. into gone.

the last time we spoke was under gray skies. i found him behind the school, hands in his pockets, head down.

"you’re pushing me away."

he didn’t argue.

"why?"

"because you see too much. and i can’t handle being seen right now."

i wanted to scream. to shake him. to say i didn't care how broken he felt, that i wanted all of it.

instead, i whispered, "i miss you."

he looked at me, eyes shining. "i miss me too."

and then he walked away.

now, third period is just a class.

i sit in the same seat. i read the same poems. but it all feels like static.

sometimes, i listen to the song he played for me that day. let it wash over me. let it sting.

because sometimes, sugar water still hurts going down.

because sometimes, people leave.

but they don’t disappear.

they echo.

and i still hear him in the quiet.

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[beegomess]

M.R. || SHE’S LIKE ME

Summary: Mattheo seems to have found a version of himself in you. At first, he found it strange, even irritated by the amount of similarities, but then, he felt attracted to you. Warnings: Just a little spicy, nothing more. Requests are open!

This was unusual to happen, or rather, it had never happened before. At least, not so far.

And she was always there, it was nothing new for him to see her in classes, in the corridors or even in his group of friends. Y/N has always been around, and that was the strangest. She definitely wasn't his type, in the physical sense she certainly caught his attention, of course, she was beautiful. But it wasn't the kind of girl he used to have around, after all, Y/N didn't flatter boys to get his attention, she just existed, and that was enough.

The sun that morning seemed to illuminate her face in the most theatrical way ever seen by him. Mattheo could swear that he had never seen her like that. She has always been a classmate, a friend of the house, a constant presence at parties, but never so close to hear what she said to Daphne and Astoria, who laughed on the sofas of the communal.

That afternoon, a decisive game of quidditch was approaching. Mattheo sat on the step before hers in the stands, just observing the few interactions she had with the game. She seemed distant, immersed in thoughts, her hands playing with a lock of hair while her eyes followed the movements in the quidditch field.

The light wind of that afternoon gently caressed Y/N's face, causing some strands of hair to dance gracefully around his face. Mattheo, from her place, could observe every detail, from the way she tilted her head slightly to listen to her friends, to the slight smile that formed on her lips with every funny comment from Daphne and Astoria.

He had never noticed how her laughs were musical, how her eyes shone when she was happy. Mattheo felt something new form inside him, a mixture of curiosity and admiration that he could not control. The noise of the crowd, the sound of the players in the air, everything seemed to dissolve in the background as he continued to observe her, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see Y/N in a completely different way.

But then a wave of frustration took over him. He shook his head, trying to ward off those thoughts. After all, Mattheo was the kind of boy who used to ignore the girls after having what he wanted. He could not afford to weaken now, especially by someone like Y/N, who made no effort to gain his attention.

"Don't be an idiot," he murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair in an angry gesture. He tried to convince himself that she was no different, just another normal girl, who would annoy him after anything.

He tried to concentrate on the game, in the screams of the fans around him, but his eyes stubbornly continued to deviate to her. Every smile, every gesture, seemed to pull him back. He scolded himself mentally, remembering the times when other girls had become just passing memories. Why would Y/N be different?

But even with this reprimand, there was a part of him that could not ignore the growing feeling in his chest. A part that wanted to know more, to understand what made her laugh like that, what was going on in her mind when she looked at the horizon with that distant look. And that scared him more than anything else.

The distraction he was looking for came in an unexpected way. A fifth-year boy approached Y/N, sitting next to her with a familiarity that made Mattheo's blood boil. He couldn't hear what they said, but the soft laughs of Y/N and the smiles they exchanged were enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Who the hell is this?" Mattheo thought, trying to convince herself that it didn't matter, that she had every right to talk to whoever she wanted. But every friendly gesture, every look exchanged between them, was like a needle piercing his patience. The boy leaned closer to Y/N, and she smiled, which made Mattheo feel a knot in his stomach.

He looked away, trying to focus on the game again, but it was impossible. The vision of Y/N laughing with another boy chased him, causing a feeling of possessiveness to arise.

- Ridiculous. - He murmured to himself.

Blaise, who was sitting next to Mattheo, noticed his friend's restlessness.

- What is it, Mattheo? It looks like you saw a swallow in broad daylight. - Said Blaise, with an ironic smile.

- It's nothing. - He replied, his voice tense. But Blaise didn't let himself be fooled.

- Oh, I get it. - Blaise followed Mattheo's gaze to Y/N and the boy who was now sitting next to her. - So that's it. Y/N, huh?

- I said it's nothing, Zabini. - Mattheo repeated, but the boy just laughed.

- You're jealous. I never thought I would see the day this would happen. But do you want to know? I think you were only interested in her because she showed no interest in you. - Mattheo looked at Blaise, surprised and angry.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on, Mattheo. You've always had girls running after you. And she's not after your attention, and that drives you crazy. You can't stand not being the center of attention of any girl.

Mattheo opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn't come out. Blaise was right. There was something in the indifference of Y/N that attracted him, something he couldn't fully understand.

- That's ridiculous. - He finally murmured.

- Yes, of course. - Zabini mocks, but Mattheo decided not to answer anymore, after all, there was nothing to be said.

[...]

With the victory of Slytherin, it was clear that there would be a party that night, and that's what Riddle was counting on. He would finally find out if she felt any attraction to him, but hid it very well, or if he was really so desperate about the fact that he didn't have her running after him that he imagined things.

It was evident to him that there was a mutual attraction, but Y/N would never admit or run after him, knowing how he used to be. In her opinion, if it were to run after someone, let it be for someone who could do the same for you.

The party at the Slytherina communal was in full swing. The stone walls echoed with laughter and music, students talked excitedly, and the fireplace cast dancing shadows in the environment. Mattheo was leaning against one of the columns, his eyes wandering around the room as he tried to seem disinterested. He knew Y/N would be there. She was always, but that night, he needed to observe her reactions more carefully.

When Y/N finally came in, the conversation in the room slowed down for a moment. There was an aura of confidence and carelessness around her that highlighted her even more. She smiled as she entered, greeting some friends before heading to the Greengrass.

Mattheo couldn't look away. Every movement of her seemed calculated, every genuine smile. She approached Daphne and Astoria, who immediately pulled her into a conversation circle. Mattheo watched carefully, trying to capture any signal, any look that could indicate his true feelings.

On the other side of the room, Blaise approached his friends, a mischievous smile on his face.

- It looks like we have a new main attraction tonight. - He commented, his eyes shining with fun.

- What are you talking about? - Theo asked, frowning.

Blaise tilted his head in the direction of Mattheo.

- Our dear Riddle here is completely bewitched by Y/N. I never thought I'd see that, but he is.

- Shouldn't you be following Malfoy out there, Zabini? - replied Mattheo, his voice low and full of irritation.

- Relax, Mattheo. - Blaise said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. - I'm just saying that it's interesting to see you so out of your mind for a girl.

- I'm not out of my mind. - Mattheo replied, trying to keep his composure. - And I don't need your comments, Blaise.

Blaise gave a malicious smile and shrugged.

- All right, as you wish. - Zabini now had a slight tone of challenge in his voice.

Mattheo threw a fulminating look at Blaise, but he knew he was right. Y/N's indifference drove him crazy, but there was more than that. There was something about her that he couldn't ignore, something that attracted him in a way that no other girl had done before.

- So, what's your plan, Mattheo? Keep just watching? - Blaise realized his friend's dilemma and tried to provoke a little more.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a confident smile forming on his lips.

- Oh, no, Zabini. I plan to do more than observe. She will be running after me tomorrow, you'll see. I'm going to attract her to my room, and when that happens, she won't be able to get me out of her head like all the others. - Blaise laughed, shaking her head.

- You really have the courage, Riddle. I want to see how you're going to do that.

- Observe and learn. - Mattheo replied, the confidence in his voice just disguising the anxiety he felt inside, something very unusual.

As the night progressed, Mattheo approached the group where Y/N was. He found her near the bar, serving himself as a drink.

- Enjoying the party? - He asks, making the girl raise her eyes to him.

- It's a good party. - She said, shrugging. - Victory helps, of course.

- No doubt. - Mattheo agreed, taking a sip of his glass. - You look beautiful tonight.

- Thank you. - Your eyes shining with curiosity, a slight smile painting your lips attracting you even more. - You're not usually so observant.

Mattheo smiled, a smile he hoped would be enigmatic.

- Maybe I've started to pay more attention to the things that matter. - Y/N raised an eyebrow, interested.

- And what does it matter to you, Mattheo Riddle? - She was now facing him, too close for just one conversation.

It was even funny for Y/N how easy it was for her to disassemble, even if it was a little, the armor of confidence he showed he had.

- Maybe you. - He replied, his voice low and intense. - Or maybe I'm imagining things...- Mattheo pretends to dig about it, getting closer, to the point of feeling the air coming out of it.

She looked him for a moment in the eyes, evaluating his words.

- Are you trying to confuse me, Riddle?

- Maybe... - Mattheo leaned a little closer. Y/N laughed softly, shaking his head.

- Good luck with that, then.

- I like challenges. - He said, his steady gaze on hers, but soon plummeting to the painted lips. - And I think you are a challenge that is worth it.

She studied him for a moment, before smiling and letting him get closer to finally touch his lips with his. Mattheo felt a wave of triumph. passing his hands around the girl's waist, who in turn curled up between his wavy threads. Her touch was soft and at the same time determined, and he knew that night would be unforgettable.

Somehow, Y/N and Mattheo reached the corridor of the female dormitory, bodies so close that it was possible to feel the heat that radiated from each other. Riddle would not admit it, but he would certainly be addicted to the soft lips and light scratches under his shirt, in addition to the soft skin he squeezed fervently under her clothes.

That corridor now seemed the most appropriate place for them to be, far from prying eyes, far from the expectations of others. There, only the two existed, lost in kisses and touches that spoke more than any word could express.

Until Y/N walked away from him with a smile on his face, forming a confused face in Riddle, but still without taking his hands off her body.

- Good night, Riddle. - She gives one last kiss, faster this time, and gets rid of Mattheo's arms, who stands still in the hallway, just watching the girl move her hips going deeper in the hallway.

- But what... - He murmurs to himself, still confused.

Mattheo stood in the corridor of the women's dormitories, perplexed and somewhat stunned. He could also feel the warmth of Y/N's kiss on his lips, the feeling of his hands on his waist. However, when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was alone. The silence around it was almost deafening after the intensity of the shared moments. He frowned, trying to understand what had happened.

He then decided to return to the party with slow and thoughtful steps, his mind still echoing the intense moments with Y/N. He tried to disguise the confusion and surprise he felt as he mixed again with the excited crowd.

Theodore, an insightful observer, soon noticed the change in Mattheo's countenance. With a malicious smile, he approached, curiosity shining in his eyes.

- So, Riddle. - Theodore started, low voice and full of provocation. - Did you get what you wanted there in the hallway? Blaise told me about your challenge.

Mattheo arched an eyebrow, still trying to process what had happened. He was not used to being left like this, especially not after a moment like that.

- I think she just needed some time alone. - Theodore gave a low and ironic laugh.

- Oh, of course. A time alone...

Mattheo shook his head, a mixture of frustration and curiosity mixing inside him. He knew Theodore was teasing, but there was an uncomfortable truth in those words. Y/N was in fact an enigma, a challenge that he seemed to be willing to face. While the party continued around her, Mattheo found herself lost in thoughts about Y/N, wondering about the next steps and what could have led her to move away so suddenly.

[...]

The next morning, Mattheo woke up with his mind still focused on Y/N and the events of the night before. The biggest annoyance was that he was so obsessed with someone, he didn't need it, did he?

He caught himself in a pathetic scenario: Hoping to find Y/N in the corridors or in the communal room, like the girls who probed him after the nights they spent with him. But when she finally saw her, she treated him as usual: with subtle distance, without prolonged looks, without intimate conversations.

Y/N was immersed in her own activities, as if the meeting in the corridor of the dormitories had never happened. She seemed determined to maintain normality between them, as if she wanted to avoid any indication that something had changed.

Mattheo couldn't help but notice how she seemed to master the art of dodging. It was as if she knew exactly how to keep the intrigue and mystery that attracted her so much. He felt a mixture of frustration and admiration in the face of her ability to close again.

During breakfast at the Great Hall, Mattheo tried to capture Y/N's gaze a few times, but she seemed concentrated in her group of friends, without giving her the opening he was looking for. It was as if she was determined to move on with her normal life, leaving him wondering if what happened between them had been just a fleeting moment, destined to disappear in the continuous flow of the days at Hogwarts.

Riddle knew he would have to find a way to deal with this new dynamic, if that's what Y/N wanted. She had shown that she could be as enigmatic as he was, and he was willing to find out more about this intriguing facet of hers, even if it meant waiting patiently for new opportunities.

Still during breakfast, Daphne sat next to Y/N, immediately noticing the tense and thoughtful atmosphere that seemed to involve her friend.

Daphne laughed softly, shaking her head.

- You know he's been trying to decipher your every move since yesterday, haven't you? - Y/N sighed. - Oh, dear, you're terrible. But admit it, you liked a little of the confusion you caused.

- Maybe... - Y/N couldn't help but smile, recognizing the truth in Daphne's words. She valued her sincere and direct friendship, someone who understood her without needing many words.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Mattheo discreetly observed the interaction between Y/N and Daphne. He noticed Y/N's smile, a spark of fun in her eyes when talking to her friend. Mattheo felt a twinge of curiosity mixed with a slight challenge. It seemed that Y/N would not easily give in to his game of seduction, and he would need a different strategy if he wanted to conquer his enigmatic heart.

- I've never seen you so obsessed, I'm starting to get worried. - Blaise jokes when sitting next to Mattheo, who just rolls his eyes in response. - Have you noticed that they have a lot in common, Theo?

Theodore looks up with a provocative smile, but Riddle just ignores it, going back to eating and, from time to time, looking at her. When then, Y/N left the place alone, his decisive steps echoing in the empty corridor. Mattheo saw the perfect opportunity and followed it quickly, reaching it before it could get too far away.

- Y/N, wait. - Called Mattheo, her voice echoing down the hallway, putting herself in front of her with a careful gesture to make her stop.

- Yes? - She turned to him, his look calm, but loaded with something indefinable. He swallowed it dry, feeling tense in the face of the uncertainty of what she would say.

- I just... I wanted to understand what happened last night. Why did you leave like that?

- It was just a kiss, Riddle. I thought you weren't that type. - Y/N sighed softly, his gaze meeting his in a penetrating way.

- What do you mean by 'of this kind'? - He asks, the curiosity and intensity of his feelings showing in his voice.

Y/N smiled gently, a mischievous glow shining in his eyes.

- The kind that runs after. - She replied softly, her provocative and mysterious tone.

Mattheo felt his heart beat faster. She hypnotized him in a way he had never experienced before.

- What if I say I'm willing to run after it? - He asked, his lower voice, full of determination and something deeper that he still didn't fully understand. Y/N laughed softly, his smile increasing the mystery around him.

- Well, maybe then I'll let you try.

She began to move away, leaving Mattheo with a sense of urgency mixed with an irresistible attraction. He watched as she disappeared down the corridor, when Blaise positioned himself next to him.

- He's like me. - A tone of fascination and frustration carried Mattheo's voice.

- Yes, as I said. - Blaise agrees with a convinced smile as he pushes his friend to the class they would have. ____________________________________

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A/N: Dear readers, I would like to remind you that English is not my native language. I hope you like the imagines. All the ones I bring here are my own creations.

Requests are open, don't forget…

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Fake texts au- pt.14 bffs with the rookies+ Halloween is sacred

Okay so even though Y/n is kinda sorta related to Fernando and is a Brit, there are no descriptions on readers race, characteristics or anything that takes away from Y/n being Y/n, and i'll try and keep the pics as faceless as possible. Love yall. Mwuah 🥰

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October 31st, Halloween, the only day of the year that mattered, screw birthdays and screw anniversaries, Halloween was where it was.

That is exactly why you had forced your friends to change significant aspects of their physical appearance.

"Stop, whining," You scolded Logan as he kept hissing as you pulled at his hair, trying to brush it back into a small ponytail. You had a vision, you see, while on Tumblr with Arthur on your stream a few months ago, you had witnessed the greatest post ever.

Okay maybe not the greatest but it was pretty close.

The post showed all the drivers and the character the most looked like and when you saw Logan being compared to Anakin Skywalker, you knew you had to tell all the barbers he went to blacklist him.

That boy was going to grow his hair, whether he liked it or not, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't have to tie up his hair every day, so really it should have been you complaining.

"You are so lucky to have me," I smacked his head, as he shook his head, making all the hair fall out of my fist, it wasn't long enough to manoeuvre into a ponytail properly but Logan had refused to wear a headband, saying 'it hurt'.

"Bruv, if you keep movin' your damn head, imma smash it in with my knees," You yelled once again, your British accent thickening making him laugh and throw his head back to look up at you.

"Okay, I'll go cut my hair then," He shrugged looking straight at you.

"Noooooo," I whined and got back to working on his hair as he finally let me work on it instead of wriggling around.

We were sitting in his driver's room, he was sitting crisscross on the floor and you sat on his bed, letting your legs rest leaning on his shoulders. There was some random song playing in the background and you were finally able to struggle his beautiful blond waves into a itty-bitty ponytail.

"Fuckin finally, mate," I made him turn around and looked at him, Tada!" I smiled at my masterpiece, he looked amazing, I couldn't help but keep looking at him, how could eyes be so blue?

"Uh- Am I interrupting something?" Alex called out, breaking me out of whatever was happening, I really had to start sleeping more.

"N-no, Do we need to go?" Logan stuttered.

"Yeah..." He said, still looking at both of us with a weird expression on his face.

Logan walked out soon after grabbing a few things around his room.

.xXLogan's P.O.VXx.

"You are horrible, bro," Alex said as soon as I shut the door, "Down bad,"

"Wait, wait, what are you talking about?" I asked him confused, making him laugh.

"You can't be that oblivious, mate," He stopped in front of me, shaking me by the shoulders, "You literally have heart eyes whenever you are with her-" He stated, was he crazy?

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" I tried not to be annoyed by what he was saying.

"Also when anyone speaks of her, or when you're looking at her or when you get her texts, which is all the time by the way," He rambled.

I tried to say something back but I got a text from Y/n, "Oh my GOD!" He yelled, laughing, "Do you have a separate ringtone for her?" he asked making my face feel warm.

"I don't like her okay?" I said, trying to change the conversation, beginning to walk again.

"Mate, you grew out your hair for her, you make her tie your hair every day even when you don't need to tie it, the tie's already fallen out!" He screamed yanking a strand of my hair, making me wince, and alerting a mechanic who was walking by.

We sheepishly waved at the man, finally reaching where James' was waiting for us, thankfully ending the conversation once and for all.

.xXY/n's P.O.VXx.

You could hear Alex screaming vaguely in the hallways but you chose to ignore the fellow Brit, right now, you had very little time to get to your next destination- Mclaren, and your next victim, Oscar or as the post had decided- Peter Parker.

Well the post had said Spider-man for both Oscar and Lando, calling out the weird twin-like situation they had going on, but Lando had refused every bribe and blackmail you could manage, stating he and Carlos had already planned something, so made Oscar grow out his hair, yes you were the leader of the men with long hair agenda, so what?

"Oscarrrr, hiii!" You yelled as you jumped next to him as he lounged on his bed, scrolling on his phone, he moved so I could see his for you page as well.

"Oh, he's proper fit, isn't he?" I said, making him cringe.

"Who- MICK SCHUMACHER?" He yelled, making me jump up and try to shut him up, these walls were thin man, way too thin to be yelling like this, "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND BLONDES-" He continued but I used his pillow to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Ooooh- who do we like?" Lando ran in, this happens every time!

"NO ONE," I would say no one,

"MICK," someone would say whom and then Lando would somehow get the message to them, how did I know?

"Niceee, is this the Gavi situation again?" He teased, wriggling his eyebrows, that was a very awkward, Instagram conversation which made you almost run the Brit over with his own car, hey but atleast you'd gotten new friends over it.

"No, it's not- not another word, Piastri," I smacked him with the pillow.

"Okay, anyways, we gotta leave," Lando spoke, beckoning Oscar to leave.

"Okay, but Oscar you know what you have to do right?" I asked, making sure everything was set for the party on the 31st.

"Yes, y/n," he assured me before leaving with Lando. It was only the Free Practices so I was only on Paddock to skip uni.

I face-timed Arthur, who was currently busy with his F2 work but would be coming to the party as well, I had planned his costume too, making him grow his hair out and make him dress up as Flyn Rider, and he had decided to darken his hair, out of his own volition, totally not me begging, crying and complaining to Lorenzo about it.

It had been an hour since we got on call but I had to leave once I got a message from an unknown number.

You brainstormed for more than half an hour about Halloween costumes with someone you knew for the same amount of time.

You both finally landed on Stu Macher (For the obvious similarities in their names) but you were still unsure about what you would go as. He had suggested Tatum but it seemed too simple of a costume for being the host of the party.

Happy with his choice, you both finally got off chat.

You kept thinking about what you could go as but nothing came to mind, You could go as Rapunzel, or Padme or Gwen or even Tatum, but it just didn't feel right...

You knew the drivers had a break right now, so you texted the one person you always went to for advice.

"tío!! Cómo estás??" (Uncle! How are you?) I spoke into the phone.

"Que hiciste ahora?" (What did you do now?) His voice came through and I could hear him sigh at the end.

"NOTHING!" You defended, quite offended at the insinuation that you always got into trouble. Well you did, but you wouldn't get caught so easily!

"Kiddo, the last time you said that, you lost your licence," He countered, why did he always have to make a point?

"Okay, totally ignoring your valid point, what should I be for Halloween?"

"Esto... es por eso que me llamaste?" (This… is this why you called me?), he asked in disbelief.

"Well, it's my party, oldie, i'm not gonna be boring!" I sighed, if he couldn't help no one could.

"You are crazy, you know? Sorry, Diabla, I have to go, you'll figure it out," he reassured me but as I listened to what he said for maybe the first time in my life.

The party was going to be fucking ace.

The weekend ended sooner than you could imagine and it was finally time for the party, it was a local club it was private but not exclusive and a lot more people showed up than you imagined.

Logan looked amazing as Anakin, you'd also convinced him to braid in extentions to make it more like a cosplay than a costume and man, did it look good.

Arthur looked so much like Flynn Rider you had to do multiple double takes, how that man was still single was beyond you.

Oscar was the perfect Peter Parker, the muscles he'd bulit cause of F1 made the costume look much more belivable.

Lando, Carlos, Charles, Max, George, Alex, Esteban, Lance, Zhou and many others were there too, you'd spoken to them for a few minutes before they paired off with one and other and lost themsleves to the music and alcohol.

You were a little tipsy too, but you were still waiting for Mick.

You were adjusting the horns on your head, when you felt someone tap you, "Hello, Sidney," A rough voice called out making your skin crawl and immediately turn to the source.

“Oh my god! You scared me mate,” you hugged him.

“I’m sorry but it was just so tempting,” he laughed as you passed him a beer.

“Glad you could make it, Mick,” you smiled at the man in front of you, leaning in to hear each other over the loud music, “Nice costume you got there,” you remarked, he was wearing a compression shirt and black pants and had a ghost face mask on.

“Yeah, I know right? Came up with it all by myself,” he smirked making you smack him in the arms.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let’s go meet the others and get the party started!” You yelled pulling him along to meet the rookies.

You waited at the booth for the other three to show up, “Your costume is amazing, by the way,” he complimented, making your face feel warm.

“Thank you, people say I’m the devil so often, thought it’d be fit,” you laughed, twirling to show your She-Devil costume.

“Yeah, I saw the comments, people can be so stupid,” he shared.

“Right? I mean-” you began but were interrupted by Logan and Arthur running up to the two of you with Oscar trailing behind with a plate for of shots.

“WOOH LETS FUCKING GOOO!” You yelled, passing out shots to your little group of five, starting the night off with a bang.

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. . . ♡ MAMA ! ? 🐚 2023 ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ moments! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

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warnings! mentions of anxiety, mentions of a passed family member, woozi and rosie being the cutest couple korea knows, speeches, sucky writing

MAMA 2023 was the award show to see if you are a Rosalie stan! She was nominated in four categories and stole the night, as she should! Rosalie won in all four categories she was nominated in, including; Worldwide Fan Choice, Best Female Artist, Song Of The Year, and Best Music Video.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE’S BEST MOMENTS !

— rosie is the biggest extrovert and loves talking to the other idols! It causes a big of mayhem for her members but who cares? not rosalie.

— you can see rosalie at some points sneaking over to le sserafim’s seating spot and talking to all of the girls and laughing loudly that you almost hear it in the background

— on the first day when they were late, rosalie kept trying not to laugh at the realization and got caught on the screen and got very embarrassed

— rosalie was dancing to almost every single song preformed especially bouncy by ateez, that’s her ass shaking song come on guys

— she started crying when woozi gave his speech for album of year and had to be consoled by seungcheol. and then cried even harder at wonwoo and seungkwan’s speech wishing only the best for the boys.

— there was multiple times woozi and rosie were caught on screen talking and holding hands during random parts of the award show

— the screams that came afterwards were oscar worthy! yunjin of le sserafim was definitely not one of those screams

— rosalie was able to perform breathe with woozi playing the piano.

— she preformed in a beautiful light blue gown, her sister’s favorite color

— every time rosie won an award the boys were hyping her up so hard and embarrassing her so hard, it was so cute though to see her laugh and playfully scold them

— when rosalie won song of the year, she had jihoon come up as well to give a speech with her

— WOOZI’S SPEECH: “Breathe is a song of comfort. It’s a song that’s suppose to let you know that it’s okay, and that someone cares. This song is for Rosalie, a girl who continues to put on a smile no matter the circumstances! Ever since we met, she never went a day without laughing and trying to make other people feel happy, regardless of how she was feeling. She deserved to know that it was okay to be upset and to need a second to breathe.

I hope people will continue to find comfort in this song and support Rosalie till the end.”

— she definitely didn’t cry when she got home that night remembering his words

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE WINS SONG OF THE YEAR!

Rosalie was in her own world at this point, the award show had been going on for what felt like hours which in her case you can’t blame her. It was just one of those days where she would rather be cuddled up to her animals reading a good romance book rather than sit here, waiting for a event to decide if she or her group we’re good enough for the title of “Album of the Year”. But she was grateful, 2022 and 2023 had been a tough year and she was happy she was even nominated for a category.

Always her worst critic.

Though it was finally time for the ‘Song of the Year’ category, one that she had been anticipating for a while . . . more like the whole award show. Rosalie was nervous and couldn’t help but clutch the person’s hand that was nexts to her, Jihoon.

Rosalie lets out a sigh of relief and her worries subside, for the mean time.

Then the (dreaded) words came from the announcers lips “Samsung Galaxy Song of the Year goes to….”

Rosalie didn’t know what she was stressing about. It was as if her brain couldn’t decide which thing to worry about the most; what if I don’t win, what if I do win and so forget my speech, what if I trip going up the stage, what if?

All of that seemed to fade away when the words “Breathe, Rosalie!”

Rosalie’s eyes widen comically and was captured on the big screen for all the other idols and fans to see (which they found adorable) she covered her mouth in surprise and walked up the stage never letting go of Woozi’s hand. This was just as much his award as it was hers. He wrote the song, he produced it, all Rosalie did was sing it.

Rosie made it center stage, right there for all eyes.

“Ahh, I don’t know what to say! I had a speech for incase I won but I didn’t think I would so i forgot it.” Rosie said pouting. Anyone could tell she was nervous, you didn’t need to be close to her to notice the shakiness in her hands as one held the golden MAMA award and the other holding onto Woozi like a lifeline.

Rosie took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I never expected to get an award like this and I am so so thankful to CARATs and to everyone who stood by me and supported me and this song. This song is everything to me and I’m so glad it’s getting recognized for what it’s worth.”

Woozi stepped a bit closer to Rosie at this point and held her hand a bit tighter.

“There is one person I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. . . my little sister who wished for this day with me. We would watch the award shows together when I had first debuted and she dreamed I would win an award like this for her one day.” Rosie looked up trying to avoid letting the tears roll down, and took another deep breath in . . . and out.

“She would say ‘Unnie! Please win a big award so I can brag to all my friends that I have the most popular older sister in the world!’ and at that time, I didn’t think it would be a reality. But here I am!”

The crowd screamed for her as she held up the award, Woozi letting out a chuckle beside her as she did.

“My little Sarang, My forever Valentine — I did it! Aren’t you proud of your most popular awesome sister?” She asked rhetorically looking up the roof of the building. Breathe, in . . . and out. “I’ll be sure to remember this day forever and make more music people can find comfort in it as I did. Thank you!”

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Felix thought it was unfair. Everyone had gotten a turn with the stupid headband. But everyone else was just teased about some silly thing they’d done in the past or in Binnie’s and Hannie’s case, they’d gotten tickle teased until the two were so red they’d had to hide their faces in their hands. It had all been pretty easygoing. So why was it that he noticed the others wearing matching smirks as his turn approached?

Why had they chosen to tell him about all the teasing they’d done when they’d gone camping, bringing up the ‘Your Eyes’ MV, Seungmin and Jeongin even going as far as to play the videos right up in his face. His tongue poked at his cheek in mild annoyance, when he heard Chan’s high pitched giggles in the background followed by an elated cry of, “Oh that’s evil,” and the maknaes wicked cackles as they watched, delighted, at how much the cat ears moved.

Even Hyunjin, that traitor, suddenly jabbed his side, tasering Felix’s waist on both sides and watching their sunshine squirm on his seat in a vain attempt to escape. He knew Felix’s waist was his Achilles heel. Changbin had held his face close as he told Felix exactly what everyone would do to him when he lost, all the ways they’d tickle him, until Lix felt like his face was about the explode from all the blood rushing to his head.

Felix vaguely heard even the staff laughing at his plight and when the timer finally finished counting down his minute, it was obvious he’d lost. “That’s not fair!” He whined out as happy whoops calling for his ‘punishment’ echoed through the spacious room. He didn’t even get to take the headband off, cat ears fluttering to match his racing heartbeat before he was tackled to the floor by a very excited Channie.

“Please go easy on me,” he begged as Chan grinned from his spot on Lix’s thighs and handed the younger’s wrists over to a thrilled puppy who moved to sit on the sacrificial arms, successfully stretching out the poor chick and leaving Minnie’s arms free to wreck the older to bits. Felix giggled nervously, as the others all took their assigned spots around him and Minho called for it to start.

It was bearable at first, with only Channie spidering at his waist as everyone else just rubbed their respective spots as if to soothe their little lee. “Aww look at his ears moving! He likes this.” Hyunjin called out from his seat beside them. That didn’t last long, though, as first Minho, then Changbin and Seungmin started their torture and soon Felix had his head thrown back into Minnie’s lap as he cackled, twisting side to side as Seungmin clawed at his armpits, Channie drilling into his poor sensitive sides and Minho and Changbin squeezing the life out of his thighs.

“Please, nonONO. FUHUHUCK CHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEASE,” he begged, unable to fully make out his sentence with how much he was laughing. “Look at how much his ears are moving,” Channie giggled out, his cute high pitched sounds smothered by the screaming boy beneath him. Understanding what he meant, however, the leader changed spots, moving to gently massage Lixie’s tummy in a way that somehow still tickled oh so bad. Everyone loved how the ears started moving even more when the tickles toned down, Lino and Binnie having also resorted to scribbling and spidering Lix’s knees. Felix snorted, face scrunched up to form the most beautiful smile, tears tinging the edges of his eyelashes.

After a little longer, everyone stopped to give their ball of happiness a break and Felix blinked away the tears, sweat beading his forehead as he gasped for breath. The sight had Seungmin laughing, pushing the damp hair from Lix’s forehead. When he noticed the Jeongin, Hannie and Jinnie sitting down near his torso, Felix’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wa-wait, you guys aren’t done? Please nohoho I can’t take anymore~,” he whined even as he subconsciously moved to wiggle his torso, stretching his arms out just a little more. Hyunjin and Innie exchanging amused smiles when they noticed.

“Just for a little while Lix. We’ll be gentle, do you think you can stay still for us until then?” Hyunjin’s soft voice coaxed him and Felix nodded shyly, well aware that everyone knew how much he was enjoying this. “Who wants to see which spots are bad for him and what teases work best?” Seungmin proposed, and a chorus of agreeing voices sealed Lixie’s fate. There wasn’t any order planned as Jeongin, eagerly took a seat on Lix’s hips and smiled his sweet foxy smile at his hyung. The chick giggled in anticipation, shifting around nervously when Innie hovered his hands over his ribs.

Jeongin raked his nails over Lixie’s ribs, loving the way the sensitive boy’s torso jerked away with a snort, squeaky laughter and now more insistent fluttering from the cat ear band that was sitting slightly askew on the blonde’s head. All thoughts of being good and staying still flew out of Lixie’s head the moment Innie’s fingers touched his skin, the only thoughts left being, ’It tickles, it tickles so bad!’. Innie continued that for 30 seconds before moving to let Han have his turn.

Lixie’s deep laughs had spurred on one of Hannie’s rare ler moods. Cracking his knuckles as he sat down on Lix’s thighs, Han leveled a smug look at Felix who immediately shook his head, knowing what was coming. “Hannie, nohoho please, be nice,” he pleaded, giving him the best puppy eyes he could manage, only to be met with an apologetic shaking of Hannie’s head. “Nope, I rarely get to wreck you, so prepare yourself Lix.” He didn’t waste any more time, knuckling deep into Felix’s hip bone. Lix almost died. Loud, boisterous laughter filled the room and Felix fought against Seungmin’s grip on his hands as he kicked and screamed with laughter. "Oh, is this too much? I thought you could handle it with how eager you were earlier."

“Ahahahaha HAHAHANIHIHIE PLEHEASE!” The rest of his words were swallowed by his joyful laughs. "So giggly, aren't you? I guess we'll just have to keep going until you get all those giggles out, hm?” Han was relentless with both the teasing and the tickles as he reached one hands behind him and kneaded Lixie’s hypersensitive thighs, one hand still digging is such an unbearably ticklish manner into Felix’s hip bone. And that was all it took for the boy to go crazy, kicking and thrashing around so hard as he howled with laughter.

Somehow, in a sudden burst of strength Felix managed to rip his hands free from a startled puppy, hands shooting down to tug at Hannie’s fingers on his hips. Han went on for a couple more seconds before letting go and watching Felix yanked Hannie’s hands away from his tingly body. “Plehehehease no mohohore,” he begged, having absolutely so stamina after Han wrecked him. Channie pulled him up, hugging him close and Felix jumped up, locking his legs around Chan’s waist and cuddling him. He leaned into Lino’s touch when the older gently removed the headband and massaged his head. Binnie, Hyunie and Hannie whispering praises at how well he’d done and how proud they were of him while vocalracha started attacking Chan who was now left open thanks to Lix. It was safe to say that their interview ended with plenty of laughs and giggles that day.

[ylidelle]

Ominis Gaunt Head Canons

These are my personal head canons for my fancy blonde mole-specked heathen. 💚

Background

Birthday: July 25, 1875

Blood status: Pure-blood

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

Family members: One of the seven children of the House of Gaunt — four girls and three boys; Ominis is the second youngest (it’s normal in the Victorian era to have a large family); his family are pure-blood supremacists

Patronus: A large serpent

Animagus: Large cow reticulated python (because of his beauty marks all over his face and body)

Height: 5’10 to 6’

Body type: Lithe and toned

Favourite snack: Chocolate Frogs

Favourite drink: Earl grey tea

Future Career: Healer

What you’ll smell from Amortentia when you like him: Violet flowers, tea, chocolate

Personality

Cold at first and has difficulty trusting people

His fondness for cats reveals this soft side

Introvert — not actually shy, but is always reserved; likes being alone most of the time; loves the silence

Emphatic to people he’s close to

Has “mother hen” tendencies — always concerned with the well-being of people close to him and is very protective

Scolds you whenever you get into trouble but still tolerates you — says you’re insufferable but loves you anyway

Always calm and collected unless his friends get into trouble; he always gets exasperated whenever that happens

A true-blue gentleman

When you’re close to him, he’s very mischievous — jokes around, pranks you, teases you, etc.

Witty, sarcastic, snarky, and mildly arrogant — will banter and have verbal sparring with you when you’re already close to him

He is very kind and soft-spoken when not in his “mischievous mood” or when he hasn’t discovered the trouble you got yourself into yet

Despite being good-looking, people tend to avoid him due to his Gaunt lineage and family background; people think he’s into the Dark Arts when it’s the other way around (we already know that he despises the Dark Arts in-game)

Enjoys fashion despite not being able to see. He likes to dress up like a fine gentleman and keeps himself always prim and proper

Always the most well-groomed person

Talents and Hobbies

His hobby is sleeping anywhere (already seen in-game) — during free times on the floors and benches, and even during classes, causing him to get less than stellar grades sometimes, but when he does pay attention, he’s pretty intelligent

He can play the piano by ear. He uses his wand to detect the keys, but his muscle memory already knows where they are and can play without it (90% of piano players can play with their eyes closed)

Loves reading — uses his wand to read the books; enchants the books so he can hear the words in his head like an audio book if there aren’t any braille versions

Friendship with Sebastian

He still considers Sebastian his oldest friend, but they aren’t as close as they were before the events in the catacombs with the relic and Solomon dying because of Sebastian’s recklessness

They are civil and only hangs out with Sebastian if MC is with them

Very snarky with Sebastian and is always quiet when with him; only speaks when he needs to when he’s with Sebastian

Doesn’t talk about what happened in their fifth year because it’s still a sore topic for him and he doesn’t want to get into a fight with Sebastian; only gets resolved when MC helps them out and talk it out with the both of them

What’s he like when crushing on you

Gets shy and awkward when he starts to realise he likes you more than a friend

Similar to a stray cat that’s wary but wants to be loved so badly and yet doesn't understand how to get there

He acts nonchalant, but deep down, he is screaming when you are being affectionate either friendly or romantically

Likes your friendly hugs, arms hooked around each other, and any skinship you offer when in private as friends (usually in the Undercroft); doesn’t like PDAs even during friendship

Sends you letters through owls just to check up on you and asks about how your day or weekend had been if he hasn’t seen you for a day or more

He will vehemently deny having any feelings for you, often becoming flustered or defensive when the topic is brought up

Resorts to teasing or mocking you as a way to hide his true feelings, which can come across as mean-spirited or sarcastic, then feels guilty about it internally and suddenly tries to make up for it by being extra kind (like offering to hold things for you, do something for you, etc.)

May become jealous when he sees you with someone else but will deny it and pretend not to care

Displays protective instincts, looking out for you without admitting it, such as helping you out discreetly or defending you from others

Acts aloof and disinterested when interacting with you, maintaining a tough exterior to conceal his affection

Tries to come up with excuses to spend more time with you (even when you’re in a different House)

Is very generous with time and gifts even as a friend; will always buy you your favourite snack, pay for your meal at the Three Broomsticks from time to time, and give you gifts on your birthday

How he lets you know he likes you and how he confesses to you

He will give you subtle hints first like endearing compliments, passing comments, subtle flirtatious jokes, surprise gifts, and subtle invitations to “friendly dates” during your normal conversation (e.g. “Of course, anything for my favorite person,” “And love you for it,” “Great job on passing your NEWTs. Here’s a Chocolate Frog as a reward,” “We worked hard taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement. Don’t you think we deserve some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? My treat.”)

He will confess face-to-face at a private place and when you’re both comfortable, like when tending to your plants or taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement, having a friendly date at the secluded park at the back of Ceridwen's Cauldrons in Hogsmeade, strolling around the Black Lake, etc.

He blushes like mad when he confesses and tells you that he has developed feelings for you for so long and wouldn’t want to graduate without telling you about it

He is straightforward when speaking to you about his feelings, holds your hand when telling you he loves you romantically for the first time, then hugs you tightly when you reciprocate, nuzzling his face in your shoulder

What’s he like in the relationship

Always thinks of new places and activities to take you on a date every week

If he’s generous as a best friend/crush, he’s even more of a giver when you’re together

Doesn’t let an argument last for more than a day; always wants to talk it out and resolve the issue

Doesn’t easily get jealous, but tends to get anxious when another guy gets your attention

Very loyal — doesn’t engage in another girl’s advances because he doesn’t want to cheat on you even when inebriated

Loves holding hands, playing with your fingers and palm, as well as caressing and kissing them

He’s always sleepy and always has nap dates with you in the Room of Requirement; he’s always cuddled up with you, his head buried in your neck or chest

He doesn’t let anyone see his hair getting messy unless it’s you and he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp

He doesn’t like public display of affection but loves skinship and loves to feel your warmth against him when you two are alone; he’s touchy-feely when in private

Although he doesn’t like PDA, due his love for skinship, he would still hold your hand every now and then, and there will be lingering touches on your arm or he would sometimes play with the ends of your hair (if your hair is long)

He would play the piano for you whilst you spend time alone with him in the Room of Requirement

He will help you with homework, assist you in your errands, and go with you when you roam around the Scottish Highlands

Very communicative, transparent, empathetic and considerate

Treats you as his bestest friend and confidant as much as you are his lover

What’s he like in the bedroom

He is reserved and a little shy, but usually only the first few times since he’s a virgin before your relationship

Cuddling is one of his favourite forms of skinship, so this is almost always how it all starts for the both of you in the bedroom

He basically turns into a giant cuddle bug with zero personal space

Likes to be the big spoon

He likes to intertwine your legs and his arms around you — feeling your soft skin, playing with your hair, kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck until it goes to every inch of your skin

He likes to be affectionate when behind closed doors, but needs an emotional and strong connection first

Listens to your requests, follows them, and always checks in with you to make sure you are enjoying what he is doing

Also makes sure that you are happy with what you do — be it taking the lead or following his guidance

He always lets you finish first and considers your pleasure before his

Usually is very gentle, but when you ask for it, he can be rough with you; he can also be very rough when you kept on teasing him and denying him any pleasure at first

Aftercare has him cleaning you before himself and making sure you're well taken care of before cuddling with you again; he likes to talk for hours after your session, talking about feelings, about the experience, what you both would like to do better next time and would like to try out, and so on until you both fall asleep

[slientstories]

He Loved a Boy and I’m Not a Boy

Song playing in the background: “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

My beautiful boy,

He was as beautiful as the first rays of sunlight breaking through a dark sky, soft golden warmth spilling across the cold earth, as if the whole world woke up just to see him. His beauty wasn’t something you just saw, you felt it. Deep in your chest. A quiet ache that made everything else blur into silence.

His smile was like the moon on a cloudless night, bright and constant, even when everything else was lost in the dark. And it wasn’t just his face,

It was the way he moved,

The way he spoke,

The way he made even the most ordinary moment feel sacred.

He was the kind of beautiful that felt like a secret you weren’t sure you were allowed to witness, but once you did, you couldn’t look away.

I loved him. Not only me, everyone loved him. So, of course, he never noticed my feelings.

I loved him but never told him. I wanted to hold him, but I kept my arms to myself. I saw him in ways others didn’t. I knew when he was sad, when he was breaking, when he was happy.

He was so good at hiding behind his smile, because he always wanted to be the light,

The one who made people laugh,

The one who was never weak,

And I was the girl who saw through all of it.

I tried to support him without letting him know I saw him. And he would always offer me a smile. That damn smile. The one that made me stand in the hallway for minutes, just to wave and maybe get it back.

I didn’t mind that it was just a smile,

Didn’t mind that it was only a few simple words he said,

Because those simple words felt like the world to me.

I remember writing them down in my notes, collecting them like treasures.

Dear journal,

Today, my beautiful boy said: hi, hello, thank you, fine, okay, how are you, bye.

But I never got more. And I didn’t care. It was enough. He was enough.

Until Jess.

I remember seeing Jess for the first time and not thinking twice. I had never looked at anyone more than once, except for my beautiful boy. But then Jess started sitting with him,

Started talking to him,

Started hearing more words than I ever had.

And then I saw it,

The way my beautiful boy would tilt his head toward Jess when he laughed,

The way Jess’s hand would brush his under the cafeteria table, and he didn’t pull away,

The way their foreheads nearly touched as they shared one earbud secretly, laughing into the same song like the rest of the world had gone silent,

The way he smiled at Jess like the world finally made sense.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t me he was smiling at,

Didn’t matter that my collection of words stopped growing,

Didn’t matter that Jess was with him every time I waited in the hallway,

That Jess got to slip his hand into his under the table,

Got the glances I used to dream about,

Got everything I begged the universe for in silence.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

But it did matter,

It burned,

It twisted,

And for a moment, just a moment, I hated Jess,

Hated the way he fit into a space I prayed to shrink myself into,

Hated that he didn’t have to try.

But still, I held on to hope.

I was going to tell my beautiful boy how beautiful he truly was,

In words I was sure no one had ever said to him,

I was going to tell him he was enough,

That he was everything,

That I loved him.

I chose Valentine’s Day,

February 14th,

A day that haunts me now.

I got ready, wore my mom’s expensive perfume, even though she screamed at me for it.

But I didn’t care,

That day was going to be perfect.

During break, I walked up to him and Jess.

“Hi,” I said, using every ounce of courage I had.

He smiled, that smile that kept me locked in place for months.

“Do you need something?” he asked.

The longest sentence he’d ever said to me.

“Can we talk… in private?” I whispered, fists clenched, hoping he didn’t hear my heart pounding.

“Sure.”

He followed me to the hallway,

And suddenly, it was real.

My mouth went dry,

I was sweating,

I should’ve practiced more,

Should’ve brought the paper where I wrote everything down,

Should’ve prayed harder.

“You wanted to say something?” he asked, gently.

“I j-just wanted to say… I like you. No, I mean, I love you,” I said, trying to keep my words from falling apart.

When did I start stammering?

When did words become so hard?

I looked up at him, even though my eyes begged to stay on the floor,

And I saw it in his eyes.

My answer.

And it broke me.

“I like you, but… you’re not a boy,” he said softly.

And I followed his gaze, to Jess, watching us from the classroom window.

It had always been Jess,

And even if it hadn’t been him,

It would’ve been someone else,

Someone I could never be,

Because I was born a girl …………………….

© Princess 2025. All rights reserved.

[hawkogurl]

hello :) please tell me about your beautiful son (durge harry)!!! i would love to hear about your hcs for him and how his story works out etc (if you'd like to share, no worries if not!!)

Yes I would love to. Placing him under the cut.

He is currently my go to character to play as at this point because autism is real and I have it.

I could not restrain my dnd power gamer knowledge so his build is capable of killing Raphael in half a turn. Sorcerer (Draconic) 5 Paladin (Oathbreaker) 5 Fighter 2. I’ve done runs with Sorcerer (Draconic) 7 Paladin (Oathbreaker) 5 but Fighter 2 is more worthwhile for action surge. That being said I am going to toy with Rogue 3 for some. If I built him to 20 he’d probably be Sorcerer (Draconic) 7 Paladin (Oathbreaker) 5 Fighter (Champion) 3 Rogue (Assassin) 5. I’m a bit afraid of what I’ve created but it crits like a motherfucker. Dual wield the thematically correct piercing weapons and slap the bhaalist armor on him he goes crazy. Executioner’s Sweetheart pops off.

In a pinch, any male githyanki can sort of look like Willem Dafoe as a guardian!

I’ve designed him as a green Mephistopheles tiefling. When I draw him independently I like to base tiefling traits off the slayer for obvious reasons but the game doesn’t allow me to follow my dreams here.

He’s neither resist nor evil. He’s a secret third thing. (Starts out sucking really bad but having the sense to be covert about it and slowly gets dragged into being a better person kicking and screaming)

I also have a Tav Peter who exists there (Eilistraeean half drow monk with lolth based spider shenanigans going on in his background.) In game where Peter does not exist I usually make him kiss Wyll or Shadowheart. It feels appropriate. Also Wyll’s just my boy.

Because he’s based off of Raimi Harry, he spends a lot of time wanting to be worse/please his father in this equation.

In Act 1 he keeps up the exterior that’s mostly good but doing shitty things whenever it’s he thinks he can get away with it. Maiming birds. Pandirna is probably not living. Not ideal.

This is also not benefitted by the fact he’s very impulsive

Even if he sides with the tieflings, he lures Minthara to the grove because he figure he can minmax number of dead people that way. That’s also the mentality when doing the other “good” thing around grymforge areas.

He does probably gain the slayer at some point but by very bizarre reasoning. Early on most of his logic for going about things is specifically to do what he wants while also keeping up external normalcy to everyone around him and that’s also the logic to not killing Isobel at first, but the second that someone else would be threatened he’d go and do it out of what seems like something selfless but is at that point still sort of selfish.

Also like. I can’t make a slayer themed tiefling and not let him have it.

Sabotages Peter’s attempts at getting Ketheric to redeem himself out of pure “this guy did something to me, fuck him.”

Even if generally bizarre about most of his reasoning within it, he gets his act fully together in Act 3 and does say no like a good boy.

Also Orin should if possible snag Peter it’s just more fun that way.

I think even as he’s doing his best to actually be good, he’s also simultaneously at his worst in terms of deep down absolutely wanting Bhaals approval even if he’s not seeking it in a lot of ways. Harry moment.

I think I very much like writing him as very naturally callous and unfeeling about most things, emotionally numb to most things but in the very clinical way he initially views the world understands there’s a set of rules to how people view what’s acceptable that he doesn’t know (even if he thinks they’re sort of bullshit)

As a consequence, he spends the first like half of the story actively manipulating Peter into liking him because he doesn’t entirely know why he wants Peter to like him but he does. Comes clean about it post Isobel clusterfuck. Despite the fact they’re consequently broken up at the time he loses his fucking mind when Peter is yoinked.

However, understanding early on that there are like rules here he doesn’t know (because he doesn’t really Feel it) and goes to Wyll like hey you’re really good at being good. Tell me The Rules. And Wyll’s internally like damn I think you have disorders of some kind but you are asking me how to change so that’s good enough :) and starts covertly therapizing my tiefling. This is because Wyll is my favorite boy and I just like him being present.

He’s initially not that sort of honest with anyone but Wyll who’s proven he won’t react extremely negatively when most anyone else will. Eventually gets better about it. Gets coaxed into talking to Peter candidly which does backfire but at that point he will begrudgingly admit that’s entirely his own fault.

Jahiera is also helpful for whipping him into moral shape. Harry finally becomes the parental figure likes more than their actual kids for once and pops the fuck off.

If you’re aware of I believe the heal memory the durge gets, I like to make it so Peter and Harry are both from the same village but when little baby Bhaalspawn decided to eliminate every living thing in the vicinity he, out of vague emotional attachment to childhood friend, hurt him in a more survivable way. Peter promptly wandered off and was snatched by drow raiders.

Also post canon and back together, Peter brings Harry back to the underdark to meet Otto who’d helped him when he had just escaped from Lolth drow society and neither of these idiots remember Harry is wearing murder cult regalia and Otto consequently does not like him because I think it’s really funny that raimi otto fucking hates Harry.

Edit I forgot to place him

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Heartstopper season 2 play-by-play analysis

HAPPY ONE MONTH OF SEASON 2 OF HEARTSTOPPER!!! *CONFETTI*

So I’m gonna go into this, just like I did for Young Royals season 2, a scene-by-scene, episode-by-episode breakdown of Heartstopper season 2, because I needed to immediately rewatch it. I’m only on my fourth rewatch, but that’s only because I’ve been writing a lot, also because my third rewatch involved rewatching season 1 also (for, I’m pretty sure that I’m not exaggerating, the twenty-eight time).

It was such a delight. I said it was perfect, but obviously it’s not perfect, nothing is, and I’ll go into it bit by bit, buuuuuut… it was incredible. It hit the right spot. Whilst season 1 was pure serotonin, and it makes me smile even after the gajillionth wazillionth batrillionth rewatch, season 2 did the same but also delved into some heavier, more mature stuff, and handled it very beautifully. Despite the obvious chemistry between all the actors, you can tell that they all know each other better, they all feel more comfortable with each other, they have grown into their characters and now fully embody them flawlessly. The new characters, or characters that were more in the background before and that now get a bit or a lot more screen time, were also excellent, the scenes that are a frame-by-frame recreation of the comic are delightful and heart-wrenching and perfect, but so are most of the new scenes that we didn’t get from the comic, that give us a beautiful insight into the stories that Alice Oseman does not get a chance to share in the comic, but that are very much a part of the Osemanverse.

All I can say is that, the last scene made me scream “I NEED SEASON 3 NOWWWWW!”

Any way, now that’s all out of my system, let’s get on with the second viewing of season 2, and my thoughts on it. Warning, this might just turn out to be me gushing and squealing with delight and not much else.

EPISODE 1 - OUT

- Let’s just pause here and look at Charlie. Just… how fucking beautiful is Joe Locke when he sleeps?? How dare he? (He also looks so cuddly, like Nick says.)

- What is 7:14??? Who sets their alarm at anything other than a :00, or a :05, or a :15, etc etc???

- HE HAS A FUCKING ORANGE LEAF ON HIS BEDSIDE TABLE!

- Them being disgustingly cute over text. Also it wasn’t until Nick said a bit later that he came out to his mum ‘yesterday’ that I realized ‘oh… they were at the beach yesterday…’ But before that, it felt like more time would have gone by, but they’re still settling into their couple life…

- Untouched bowl of cereal…

- “Job”? That just reminded me of Evak…

- I love that we got more Tori this season, more Tori interacting with other people, and that scene…

- We get a very similar montage of Charlie walking excitedly into school, checking his texts, but last season started with him excitedly heading to meet Ben, and now…

- The shift between the boy that used to meet him in secret rooms and wipe his mouth after kissing him and tell him “don’t tell anyone”, to a boy that is just looking for privacy to tell him that he came out to his mum and then kissed him enthusiastically, letting him mess up his hair and all… we love to see it.

- Listen, props to the intimacy coordinator Daniel Thackeray… the chemistry has always been off the charts, buuuut this season was so beautiful, the way that they are clearly more comfortable with each other and they just look so in tune with each other. Ever since I’ve known that such a thing as an intimacy coordinator exists, I feel like I can really tell when there’s one involved in the production and when there isn’t… or maybe you can tell when actors are really comfortable with each other and have done the intimacy coordinating between them themselves or not, but there is a difference. And one of the biggest differences, at least for me, is that I don’t feel uncomfortable watching two people kiss or simulate sex, because I keep thinking “these are actors making out or simulating sex with each other,” but at times that thought is cringey and other times it really isn’t. Sometimes I need to look away, and other times, like now, it’s just perfect.

- I need Charlie to mess up Nick’s hair like that more often. Seriously, that whole making out montage… they’re so adorable.

- I know that not that much time has passed, but when the comic is over and Alice shows us future Charlie and Nick on their fortieth wedding anniversary, I bet there will still be fireworks between them.

- A bit sad that Charlie hears voices in the distance and it snaps him back to reality, that someone might see them. This obviously changes next episode.

- I love Isaac smacking Tao when he’s beginning to imply that Nick is not amazing. And Tao being protective, we love it.

- Tao running away from Elle scared after almost screwing up the chance to be a gentleman.

- Ben saying “here comes Captain Dipstick”… he’s so fucking jealous… and Imogen being all confused before she turned and saw Nick and had no idea that’s who Ben meant, and instead she got all excited.

- I love how the character of Imogen gets expanded. Her being worried that she can’t be friends with Nick if he thinks she still has a crush on him… aw baby… It seems like the thing that he said earlier, about him not being sure that he’s his authentic self with their group of friends, she’s internalizing that. She sees Nick as a person who is worthwhile to keep as a friend, because he was honest with her, and because he was careful with her feelings. She’s a delightful little pumpkin, and I loooove her new look. I think the lighter streaks in her hair suited her, but she looks much better like this.

- “And if you have any romantic developments, I want to hear all about it”, she so hopes that if she’s right about Nick and Charlie, that he’ll trust her enough to tell her, because then they’re really friends.

- Aaaaah the lovely baritone of Stephen Fry…

- I don’t know who’s more upset about being paired with the other, Nick or Ben. Probably Nick, who could smash Ben’s face in with a single punch, but cannot…

- New favorite character unlocked: Mr. Farouk. The actor exceeded my expectations.

- Mr Farouk says no chatting, but Ben is so desperate for attention, that he just talks to Nick in a normal voice. “I didn’t even do anything to you.” You assaulted Charlie, which is basically an assault on everything that is good and right in Nick’s world, and basically an assault on Nick’s very soul. So yeah, actually, you did something to him.

- Seriously, Sebastian Croft does such a good job at playing an arrogant asshole that you almost forget how adorable he is in real life.

- Harry being like “you’re still in a mood with us”, once again reminding us that it’s only been a few days since they fought and he got suspended.

- If Charlie hadn’t rejoined the rugby team, he wouldn’t have seen how much Nick is still so apprehensive with his friends.

- It’s only been a few days and Tao is still processing the butterflies he felt with Elle… the funniest thing is that he’s the last person to realize that he’s got feeling for Elle.

- Nick getting all excited and blushy about a chocolate bar…

- “That’s why kissing at school is not a good idea”. Yes, and maybe check if the locker room is actually empty before saying that sentence so loudly…

- “If we’re out by the time we’re on the Paris trip…” ugh, he so wants to come out, but he just doesn’t know how hard it can be… he thinks once you’re out it’s fine, but Charlie knows… that it’s just a part of it, and more stuff might come later… that when you come out, you’re coming out over and over again constantly… especially for someone like Nick, whom people have always assumed to be straight and claim that he “doesn’t look gay”…

- “No more kissing at school, it’s too risky”. I swear to god I thought we’d get a jump scare from someone who overheard…

- “I treasure my alone time”. Same, Tori, same. Put this on a t-shirt for me, please.

- Tori is so happy that Charlie is happy, she's so happy that Nick makes him happy, that Nick is the way he is, and she's probably very smug about how right she was.

- I love that we get baker Nick. Now I need a full scene of him baking, and watching GBBO, and especially having a flour fight with Charlie like we do in the comic...

- Darcy and Tara are doing the “would you still love me if I were a worm” meme, which canonically was a Nick and Charlie thing, but it’s definitely such a Tara and Darcy thing too.

- I want every single Charlie jumper…

- Isaac looking at all the coupley couples, and the not-yet-coupley couples, and feeling left out… Same, Isaac, same.

- Precious Imogen, being all excited about the sleepover. I bet none of her “friends” have sleepovers, I bet they all think it’s lame.

- “I’m gonna tell her today”. The girls probably know that Imogen will be cool, but Tao and Isaac exchanging worried looks really got me… are they worried about Nick, or are they worried about the implications for both Nick and Chalie?

- Charlie’s face as Nick kind of stumbles over his words, he’s so patient. He knows how difficult™ it is...

- Every single Elle outfit this season was off the charts… Her earrings in this scene, I need them…

- Speaking of outfits, and in general of color schemes, everything is so yellow in the whole sleepover sequence. Generally a lot of things in Charlie's house are yellow and green (and a bit of orange too). And even most outfits in these scenes are yellow and green. Charlie is wearing green, Elle is wearing yellow, Tara's flowery dress is mostly yellow (IMO), Darcy's in red but it has hints of orange and yellow, and Tao is in this pinkish striped shirt and tan pants, so very in the color scheme... everyone is wearing yellow and green in some way... except Nick, Imogen and Isaac. Blue as a symbol has been very representative throughout the show of heterosexuality, (toxic) masculinity, heteronormativity in a way (it seems to me, at least), and although the shade of blue is very light, here Imogen is in full light blue, whilst Nick is wearing a blue shirt, interestingly over a green t-shirt. There's a lot of green in this season (green is the color of hope and optimism, which I think comes into play a lot, whilst also being the resulting combination of blue and yellow). The other character not in the yellow green scheme is Isaac, who wears grey (because SPOILER ALERT, grey is an important color in the ace flag, and we later get confirmation that Isaac is in the ace spectrum) ...

- “You need to tell her”. The girls are trying to tell you that it’s going to be fine, Nick. Imogen will not be weird about it.

- Poor Nick trying to bond with Tao… and Tao being Tao…

- Imogen really is an ally… an imperfect one at that… “Omg, I should have let you say it”.

- Also her face. I love her. And her hugging him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to react.” She’s so happy that he wanted to tell her, that he was honest with her again. She’s adorable.

- Imogen and Isaac sharing the couch, love them…

- Elle is so certain that her flirting didn’t work, and not the fact that she’s so overwhelmingly lovely that Tao doesn’t know what to do with himself…

- “Every time.” “Every time.” Every time that they have a sleep over, Isaac begins and finishes a book just as they leave? Isaac, do you sleep?

- Nick feeling more confident now that all their friends, including Imogen, know and are cool, and going back to kiss Charlie. And Charlie not being worried about it either.

- “I can’t believe people think you’re straight”, meanwhile Imogen looks a bit uncomfortable because until sports-day she also thought that Nick was straight.

- Julio Spring saying hanky-panky repeatedly exceeded my expectations.

- Tori’s eyes filling with tears as she asks Charlie if he’s not worried about being bullied again.

- Does Nick know how fucking protective and precious Charlie is about him???? Aarrrrghhhh‼‼

THIS EPISODE OF HEARTSTOPPER IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY SEROTONIN™.

On to the next!!!

[rose-of-oz]

I heard you'd like some asks? What about 7, 19, 23, 40, 51, 63, 79 and 90 from your Spotify Wrapped for the OC association thingy? Giving you lots of numbers to think about, hope that's what you're looking for. Get well soon <3

Evie, I know I say this pretty regularly, but I absolutely love you, thank you so much for this!! <3

So, number seven on my Spotify Wrapped is "You Should Probably Leave" by Chris Stapleton, and I definitely associate this with Wyatt Friedman and his relationship with Kelly Severide during their hookup phase! The repressed longing in the lyrics, the wanting to push the other person away a bit so you don't catch feelings but also wanting them to stay with you... it all just screams this phase of Wyatt and Severide's relationship to me!

Number nineteen is "Wendy" by Maisie Peters, and to me this song is definitely one of my new Ted Lasso babies, Day Harvington! For most of her romantic relationships before falling in love with Roy and Keeley, Day has been content to just stay in the background and let her partner be the main character in their story, even when it meant she just wound up getting hurt. After her most recent breakup before her story starts and she and her two friends move to Richmond, though, she makes a promise to herself that she is never going to play a background character in her love story again, if she ever manages to fall in love again, and I think this song is a really good showcase of that.

Number twenty-three is "Somebody To Love" by Queen, and you just know I have to give this to my Good Omens girl Luci Evans! Not only is Queen's music a big part of Good Omens and therefore part of Luci's story, but she's a pretty big fan of the band herself, and "Somebody To Love" is definitely one of her favorite songs from them.

Number forty is "First Burn" by Ari Afsar, and while this one was a little bit harder to figure out, I think I'll have to give this one to Ivy Kekoa, seeing as she's my resident show tunes girl! I can definitely see her singing this with some of the other Glee girls when she first finds out Sam has sort-of kind-of cheated on her by kissing Quinn, because even though they're not married and this isn't even on the scale of Alexander Hamilton's cheating she is just that dramatic. She would definitely sound amazing singing it, though!

Number fifty-one is "Cell Block Tango" from the musical Chicago, and honestly I'm going to have to give this one to my boy Will Welton, purely because I think it would be funny if he convinced Rebecca and Keeley to join him in a performance of this number to try and help Rebecca get over her feelings about Rupert.

Number sixty-three is "ocean eyes" by Billie Eilish, and I definitely associate this with Ivana Morozova and her reluctance to fall in love with Dick Grayson! Dick really does have those beautiful blue eyes, and as much as Ivana would like to resist them and resist falling for him (for many reasons, not the least of which being that the whole reason she came to Gotham was that she was sent there to kill his brother), she always winds up staring deeply into those ocean eyes and getting herself even further in!

Number seventy-nine is "Born This Way" by the Glee Cast, and maybe this is cheating, but I'm gonna go ahead and say my girl Bailey Taylor for this one! This would definitely be one of her favorite performances with the New Directions, and it's also a song she resonates with, having struggled with her sexuality and self-worth before. So on top of being a fun song to sing, it's really helped her and made her feel good about herself!

And finally, number ninety is another Queen song, "Another One Bites the Dust," and I figured we'd stick to the Good Omens OCs theme and go with Zazzadon! I can totally picture this being her intro song the first time she struts up to Earth to help out Aziraphale and Crowley, and it would definitely be playing during the fight in Aziraphale's bookshop in season two while she tries to keep Muriel safe and kick the asses of the lesser demons who are part of the raiding party!

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 spotify wrapped playlist, and the oc/ship it reminds me of!!

[fallouttalesfromthewastes]

Prologue: The Great War - October 23rd, 2077

On a crisp fall day, with only days to go before Mikey’s favorite holiday - Halloween, his mother buckled him into the car seat. On one of the last warm days of the fall there was no chance Eunice Watts would pass by the opportunity to get as much energy out of her son before they were shut in during the winter. Thankfully, Mikey’s little friends - Eva & Lawrence, would be there as well and she could sit back and let the kids do all the work.

The North Kanawha Lookout was one of the most beautiful spots in Appalachia this time of year with the colors of the leaves changing before they took their slumber after dancing across the wind resting on the ground. There was also a ranger’s tower with a lone Department of Natural resources ranger who is stationed there keeping the area feeling safe and well kept. Oddly, that ranger was nowhere to be found. Eunice let the odd thought flutter away like a butterfly off to its next landing site. The three children congregated and awaited orders from their mothers before heading off to play.

“Three rules, right?” Mrs. Watts began. “Only as far as you can see the ranger’s tower, no talking to strangers, and…?” She trailed off.

“HAVE FUN!” The three children exclaimed in unison.

Off they went, on what would be their last play date…

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Screaming, shouting, pushing, and violence everywhere. The visions of a horrible day flashed in Mikey’s mind as he dreamt before waking startled by the memories. His skin was pale and damp from the nightmare and he breathed short and shallow trying to regain his composure. It took a few moments for him to even recognize the Overseer’s message to Vault 76’s residents playing over the intercom.

“We’ve been locked away long enough… Today is Reclamation Day…”

It was, it was finally the day that the Vault Dwellers of Vault 76 had been preparing for. The day they would step out into a world that they would start to rebuild. A world scorched by the Great War…

Mikey stood up from his bed and made his way over to the bathroom in his generic dwelling, built the same for every Vault 76 resident. He splashed some chilly water on his face, letting the water drip through his chestnut brown beard hairs and dried himself off with the Vault-Tec branded yellow towel. He ran his fingers through his hair that leaned towards the right creating a small overlook of his shaved sides. The Overseer’s message continued in the background.

He walked over to his desk that was barren other than a single picture gifted to him. It was a picture of him and his only friend in the Vault - Rita Rosewood. He undid the backing from the picture frame and tucked the photo into his pocket. He then made the next move so many of Vault 76’s residents made today. He grabbed his Pip-Boy and headed out.

[redmeansdead]

[Opens up to a photo of a boy and ten girls who are his sisters around him; all except one of them are smiling.] Lincoln: [to the viewers] "Ever wonder what it's like to grow up in a big family? Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice. Don't believe me?" [He opens the door to reveal plenty of chaos going on caused by his sisters; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one sister dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one sister playing Football in the house, one sister angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one sister playing on a guitar.] "Welcome to...the Loud House." [Depending on which version of the pilot you see, the title may or may not show up. Lincoln closes the door and stretches a little.] "Surviving in a big family can be challenging, even the little things, like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you..." [as he speaks, a caption with the following words shows up] "Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time." [starts straining] "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" [busts out comic book] "Into the breach!" [Heads out the door]

Lincoln: "Luna? A little traveling music?" Luna: "You got it, bro. One, two, three!" [starts jamming on her guitar and fulfills her brother's request.] [Lincoln begins his journey down the hallway to the bathroom.] Lucy: "Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?" Lincoln: "I do, but I have a pressing engagement." [His funny sister Luan stops him in his tracks.] Luan: ""Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" [squirts water from flower, but Lincoln ducks just in the nick of time.] Lincoln: "Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-" Luan: [suddenly squirts water from a flower on her left shoe into Lincoln's mouth.] "It's not easy being this good." [laughs] Lynn: "Clear the track!" [Lincoln does a spit take and gets out of the way for Lynn.] Lynn: "Comin' through!" [plays a bizarre sport involving wearing a football helmet, riding a motorbike, and hitting a tennis ball with a hockey stick; crashes into wall.] "SCORE!!!" [Lincoln tries to continue but is stopped by his little sister Lola.] Lola: "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!" Lincoln: "I would Lola, but I really have to-" Lola: "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!" Lincoln: [makes an embarrassed side glance to the viewers and then starts taking photos of Lola as she poses for the camera.] "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got!" Lily: [walking in the background] "Poo-poo!" Lincoln: "Who's a beauty queen?" [enter Lola's twin Lana carrying a pile of mud in her hands.] Lana: "Lincoln!" Lola: "Hey! I'm working here!" Lana: "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" [squishes it and smears it all over Lola's face.] Lincoln: [with too much pressure] "Gotta go!" [continues] Lucy: [out of nowhere] "Now?" Lincoln: "Still pressing!" [leaps over his little sister Lisa who is writing a mathematical formula on the wall.] "Don't forget to carry the 1!"[she glances at him] Leni: [trying to use the vacuum cleaner] "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" [turns it on but also vacuums up Lincoln's shirt and pants leaving him in just his underwear now.] "Got it!" [Lincoln is almost in the bathroom, but his oldest sister Lori cuts in front of him and refuses to let him in.] Lori: "Beat it, twerp." Lincoln: [hopping around] "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!" Lori: "Well, I was born first!" [shuts herself in the bathroom.] [As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over.] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love" [While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and have to go even worse than before; suddenly, Lily walks by with a full diaper and the stink nauseates Lincoln.] Lincoln: "Ugh! Could clear a room!" [gets an idea] "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."

[In the bathroom, Lori is applying lipstick until she hears Lincoln opening the door.] Lori: [irked] "I said I was-" [suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps.] "What are you doing with that?" [The door closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic.] Lori: [terrified] "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" [opens the door and runs out in horror.] "AAAAHHHH!!!" [Lincoln comes out wearing the vacuum's nozzle like a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection; his other sisters look on in bewilderment and Lincoln reveals that he held Lily's dirty diaper by Lynn's hockey stick as a way to chase Lori out of the bathroom.] Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lola, Lana, and Lisa: [elated] "YAY!!!" Lucy: [nonchalantly] "Yay..." [A giggling Lily scurries across the hall now naked; Lincoln then tosses his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.] Lincoln: [wrapping up] "Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenging. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...pressing engagement!" [closes door to finally use the toilet.] "AWW, YEAH! WOO, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!! [notices something] "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!" [Unfortunately for him, his sisters are causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.] Lincoln: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!" [The title card for the show and its creator, either the original design or the final version for it, pops up for the Loud House.]

this is retribution sent down to me for the crime of sending my brother as much of the bee movie script as would fit into a tumblr ask and making his blog glitchy as fuck for about a month after he answered the ask

[applesandbannas747]

lisTEN I knowwwww it’s like 42 years after you posted, but I was too stubborn about these pieces to settle for anything less than a full collection of all my thoughts (and some of my incoherent screaming too lmfao) so thank you for bearing with me XD but oh my god I genuinely cannot express to you how much it means to me that you liked Dead Hearts enough to draw art for it—like for my stories to inspire such beautiful art into creation is just overwhelmingly amazing and I will always be in awe over that TT.TT And the fact that you took Fall Out Boy and Fence—two of my favorite things in the world—and tied them together!!! DELIGHTS me beyond all comprehension and reason. I really never thought there was any way for Fall Out Boy to mean any more to me than they already did, but motherfuckeR you played me for a fool and wove such bright and radiant emotions into the new album by connecting it so gorgeously and carefully to this art set—truly, it’s overwhelmingly amazing and just beyond words

The first piece with Seiji holding the heart!! I am OBSESSED with it dude like it is perfection itself. This was my phone screen for months and it probably will be again in the future tbh it’s just got EVERYTHING from the vibes to the lyrics to the beauty jsdfa I love it so much. I so love how cohesive your pieces always are—like they look like they belong together in a way I know takes a lot of thought and skill to make happen, and it’s an aspect of your art that I always notice and associate with you. Like you’d be bomb as fUCK at art portfolios and samplings and shit because the collections you create are always so beautifully tied together in a way that makes all the pieces build on each other even though they all stand alone gorgeously too. I don’t know if I make sense, but trust me, I’m right and you’re incredibly talented. I really adore the textured canvas you used that looks like water color paper and how the brushes you use and the way you color and shade really feels like watercolor too—I’m sure I’ve said it before because it is something I love so much about your style, but water color is one of my favorite aesthetics and I am obsessed with that way you translate that into digital art. In this piece, I love the billowing clouds of darkness blooming in from all the edges and reaching toward the center—I loveeee how they’re colored like seeping ink into heavy paper, and the speckles over them like stars are so pretty and perfect. I also love how the clouds overlap in places and you can see that little overlap in edges like you do when wet ink layers over an edge of dry ink. Just so so cool in a tactile way. And I adore the inverse speckles of black and white where the white stars are most prominent over the clouds and the black splatters are most noticeable over the blank paper. And one more thing about the night sky clouds, I love how some of them start to reach over Seiji and we see the background interacting with him and even slipping in front of him, like it’s a piece of his magic too. The bright light of the sunbeam is BRILLIANT omfg I just love the whole composition of this piece so much, and the sun framing Seiji’s head with the beams shooting off and cutting clean through all the clouds (except the ones reaching for Seiji!!) is so pretty, and the little moon and stars hung in the little windows made by the second circle around the beams is just soooo pretty.

And the LYRICS oh my god SO perfect jsfka I love the way they curve along that outer ring and the quote—and the second lifetime—is just absolutely stunning in how perfect it is here. And it really IS obvious with how Seiji’s framed that he’s the sunshine of Nick’s second lifetime TT.TT I’m emoTIONAL. And Seiji,,, oh my hell,,, he is just so serenely beautiful and I can’t cope with it at all. I also just love the unearthly, haunting beauty of him here because I so read it as Nick’s conceptualization of Seiji and it’s just so gorgeous. Seiji’s got a beautiful profile and it looks so lovely set against the bright glow—it’s such a striking image. The gently closed eyes are so pretty and I love the swath of shimmer over his eyelids and the sharp outline of his lashes. I very much appreciate you facing his head over his right shoulder so his mole is visible <3 and the shape of his eyebrow is so aesthetic jsfkjs I just really love how the set of them is relaxed but the shape of them is still sharp and pointy. His lips are so pretty too omgg I love the outline of them in profile and the soft expression on them. It’s very gentle in a way and serene, and also enigmatic because it’s both fully neutral and almost a smile. Ooooh and the swoop of his hair is perfection!! I love the sweep of his bangs and shape of the highlight pooling over them and how you define his bangs with that little bit of white following along the line art of them over forehead and into hair. PLUS the tiny little bit of hair sort of sticking up at the back of his skull is darling! And I fucking loveee the earrings!! The dangling black star burst to mimic the background is genius and the chain and cuff connected to it makes it even better—I seriously love that style! And it’s just the perfect accessory to his whole outfit!! You could be a fashion designer and I am not even kidding about it.

Seiji’s clothes here fit him so gorgeously and the vibe of them is absolutely perfect for his aesthetic. The wide collar that bares his neck fully paired with the simple black choker is a dream pairing. And the long trailing sleeves!! I love that shit to death!!! The shape of the openings of the sleeves are so good too!! I love the crisp upside down tear drop shape of the right sleeve. I just find the crisp cut of that shape really appealing lol and the drape of his other sleeve over his forearm is so pretty too and the way it folds and creases in the bend of his elbow has weight and thickness to it that just makes it feel real and believable. The way you use shading on the inside of the sleeve rather than crisp lines  really suits the shape of the sleeve and how it’s dripping over Seiji’s arm here. I just really love how wide and long his sleeves are, almost like a cloak of night around him. It gives such a lovely silhouette! I love the stars on his shoulders that lightly fall down his sleeves and chest; they do a really good job of matching the earrings and the background without overtaking the whole outfit, but rather enhancing it. Also love the splattering of dark spots on the lower left side of the piece and the furling smoky clouds higher on the right side that reach over the sunbeams to lick at Seiji. They just really subtly balance each other out and frame Seiji in a way that the viewer doesn’t necessarily even consciously register, but makes a difference subconsciously in creating the focal point of the piece and having the balance in it. And again with the specific brush and coloring techniques you use, I just love the way his shirt is colored with that really light wash of watered-down ink. I just love how the coloring is all consistent and even—it feels nebulas and antique and so perfectly ‘etherial witch’. And the corset!!! I love corsets; I just think they’re really pretty and by god is Seiji really pretty in them!!! I love the sharp V point of the bottom and the way it tapers the top into to rest of the outfit, giving it actual shape. The design up the corset is so pretty and enthralling! I always read it as tall trees with reaching branches and I really like how a couple little ‘roots’ show past the bottom edge and then how they all reach at different lengths over the top, not leaving an even line at all. And the piece is just as badass if read as veins of darkness instead! Once again, I love the cohesion across your vision for Seiji’s clothes and the fact that this piece fits in with the look book I commissioned is delightful! The choice for a lighter bottom works really well here and I like how the outfit is almost a gradient from dark top to the corset of light with dark branches to light pants. And now that I’m saying that, I can ALsO see this as his top tucked into the bottoms and the corset being hollow—entirely made up of the branches and gaps showing to the fabric underneath it (plus the support structure of it, but all that would of course be cleverly concealed within the design). Either way of reading it, it’s fucking gorgeous! Aaaa Seiji’s hands strung in silver threads of magic tangled in the heart!!! SO pretty!! I really love the pose because it all just feels very “beauty beyond comprehension captured in murals and stained glass in churches and shrines”. He really does look like some figure of worship with the heart as his symbol (and isn’t it lovely that it’s Nick’s heart?) There’s something so lovely and regal in the whole positioning, and the way his hands float around the heart, almost cupping it, with sting winding all around fingers and wrists is just,,, so pretty. I love every detail of it so fucking much. This entire piece is just unreal in its beauty, I cannot explain it. But, man, deadass when I think of Dead Hearts, this is the image that I see in my mind

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And the scene of Nick digging his own grave!! God it’s just so pretty and atmospheric,, like it has that tragic and haunting brand of creepiness…more like macabre** than truly creepy, but my point is that it’s beautiful and I love every aspect of the scene you built here! Once again, the heavy paper texture of the canvas and the watercolor wash of the the base is so appealing to me and it works like impossibly well with Dead Hearts and graveyard scenes!! As always, your ability to build a scene like a frame out of a black and white animation is incredible! I love the perspective and positioning of Nick and his grave—like the way the foreground has a tombstone and some tufts of grass with flowers and some bushes pushing into the frame, even blocking a little corner of Nick’s grave rather than having our view of him completely unhindered and straight forward is so fantastic at grounding us in the scene, making us feel like we’re actually there. And the gravestones and wrought iron gate visible in the background adds to the scene as well, fleshing it all out and continuing it instead of just cutting off. So yeah. I will forever and always be blown away by the way you build scenes . Oh MAN nick’s grave looks so cool!! I love how it’s opening up at us, stretching like a yawning maw from the perspective so it widens nearer us, like it’s welcoming us to step in. And the lines denoting the depth are really ominous in the best way!! I love how morbid it feels haha and the dirt piled up on the sides and the little tufts of grass still reaching over the gravestone are great details as well!! And then Nick looks so perfect ughhh I LOVE it. I love how the features of his face disappear because it feels Right for this moment for those personal, human details to be fading and this little glimpse we see of him here is almost showing us an echo more than a man. But you can still see the seams holding him together <33 I love that. And the ripped jeans and black tank top!! Absolutely ICONIC!! And I love the floof of his hair!! Also the pose/image of him digging up his own grave is just so good and ugh you captured it beautifully the moonbeam cutting across is also so pretty and I love how dark the scene is and how starkly that light cuts through it and also gleams/shines off that headstone near us—it’s just so pretty!! And I love the lyrics you chose to pair this with and how you wrote them! Like the cursive heaven sweeping across the page is so pretty and I just so love how dead-end and melancholic that line is with this picture. You brought Nick’s death to life TT.TT 

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I know I already mentioned it last year but I am still so absolutely in awe of the way you casually predicted and captured scenes in these next two drawings before I even posted them—and you got them so fucking right!! I am just forever losing it over this whole set because holy hell you said ‘lemme just read your mind’ and then did. 

Seiji waking up alone in bed only to look over and see the remnants of Nick is just so beautiful and I love the soft fall of his hair and the sharp lines of his face and the hesitant look on his face, like he knows something is up and that dread is collecting in the pit of his stomach jaskdf the tiny little almost-reach of his hand toward their book is just so good!! And every detail of it is perfection. Like the bookmark sticking out of the book, obviously just began and far from finished?? And the rose still carefully kept by Seiji’s bed, but beginning to lose petals? So so melancholy and pretty and perfectly representative of the moment and the mood TT.TT Also love the fancy clock and little details on the nightstand! They’re so good!! And his tea too <33 And the big thick folds of his blankie look so comfy and nice, I love it—and I love the shading all through the blanket and on Seiji! It’s so pretty!! And again, the mood is just perfectly captured and communicated in every detail, line, and choice of shading. Like, I love the black encroaching all around Seiji, bleeding in at the corners and leaving him and the nightstand both in partial light!! You’ve got an amazing eye for composition, it’s truly incredible. And ugh Seiji truly is the prettiest!! I love his pajamas here too—you managed to make even them look elegant and pretty lmfao and for real love the position of that hand—how tentative and delicate it is and ugh it’s lovely and painful <33 and his expression of my GOSH too perfect!! The little part in his lips and press of his eyebrows,,, it’s too much, im crying!! And the sharp cheekbones with the shading underneath is striking as well!! I know I’m all over the place, but there’s just so much beauty to look at and speak on and I am just OWO trying to look everywhere at once but I hope you understand how absolutely perfect this is TT.TT

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Ughhh and Seiji kneeling at Nick’s grave,,, the absolute grief and heartbreak in his hunched shoulders and fallen head are magnificent, and I love the messy lines of his magic like tangled webs binding him, and his pretty hand weaving its useless magic over Nick’s dead heart <33 it’s just such a lovely scene you captured here and the emotion is just overwhelmingly tragic. I love how the canvas is black and the art is in stark white on top—an inverse to the rest of the set that helps tell the story so perfectly. And man the shovel left standing alone at the edge of the grave is such a perfect detail to drive home the loneliness of Nick’s final act. I also really love Seiji’s outfit here—the trailing cloak with the zodiac in the corner and the poet’s sleeves are always bangers and they cast such a dramatic and pretty silhouette here!! The vague form in the grave is also disturbing af and I love it! Seiji’s form over it just makes it even better <3 seriously the bowed head and crossing strings and rounded shoulders and broken magic at his fingertips are lovely and tell the whole story TT.TT You can see Seiji’s love in the devastation of his figure bent over Nick’s grave and it’s beautiful TT.TT

I cannot fit into any amount of words how deeply I love this set and how much it means to me that you felt compelled to draw it jsdfa it is gorgeous beyond my comprehension and I wish I could ever hope to properly convey that 💜💜💜 thank you a million times for bringing Dead Hearts to life TT.TT <33

Had 4 hours on the train with only some fanfic pdf’s and the new fall out boy album on repeat 🫣

[writingforatwistedworld]

Maybe can I request with Vil, Ace and Silver in self aware au ?

The reader is stressed after a day of work/school and while playing they just stare at them in silence until they start caressing or touching their faces just to say that "Your pretty face is all that is good in my life" or something like that. Oh, I hope you understand 😣

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, death, poison

Ace Trappola/Vil Schoenheit/Silver-“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

Ace isn’t exactly known for “pretty boy” esthetics. Heck, he doesn’t even care that much about his appearance and all that he wants is to look decent

But then there is you, Overseer extravagance, the uncrowned ruler of the Queendom, the God of Briar Valley and the Island of Woes, a freaking legend wherever you go

And apparently, you like pretty faces but ok, who does not have a weakness or two

But Ace didn’t exactly count himself as “sparkle face with silky skin” or something along those lines

Then one day, ONE DAY, “I paint a heart on my face every day” guy over here was getting ready to go to his lessons, you having decided that apparently he needed more flying lessons

And even his house warden who was present at the scene would look like he was about to collapse any second after witnessing what was about to happen

Here he was, sitting on his broom, flying in mid-air up in the sky, suppressing screeches of horror

And then you had to drop that one line

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

Guess what else was dropping? Oh yeah, a first-year heartslabyul student

This simple sentence was too much for his body, making him drop off of his broom

But no need to worry, Vargas got him, levitation magic is a neat thing. Didn’t mean it would levitate his failing grades up into better places though…

If Ace had social media he would now surpass Vil, news travel fast you know?

And if the Overseer, I don’t think you know what kind of influence you have, THE OVERSEER said that someone was pretty then oh boy, you better believe they are!

And whilst we are on the subject of beauty, Vil is going absolutely bananas somewhere in the background, screaming “HOW??!” and other not-so-beautiful things

Ace though? Just pure shock. From that day on he is painting that heart extra carefully

And if someone just slightly smudges the heart? Well, I hope they have someone to help them adjust because they won’t leave the hospital for a long time. They and their crushed spine.

Vil is used to compliments about his apperance. I mean, come on, he has five million followers

So a compliment is usually met with a simple “thank you” and then he moves on with his day

Here we are, a normal day for Vil, sitting in his room, taking off the make-up to get to sleep

And then he feels your presence

Really bad timing. REALLY bad timing!

So whilst he sitts there like he just turned into a stone statue, a very beautiful stone statue, you just go along with your day, assigning students to go to lessons, yada yada

And then your gaze falls on him (aka your home screen). The statue stopped breathing

This is it. Now he has done it. He has shown him to you whilst he was at his most disgraceful

And whilst Vil is already crying in his head you are still staring at him

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!” And then you carass his face

This… this can not be real, right?

There is no way you complimented him whilst he is like this

But alas Vil finally gets that you geniunely mean your compliment

Sadly there was no one to witness it but boy, Vil is happy

Now whenever Vil looks in the mirror he is proud that you think he is beautiful and imagines what he would do to the wretched rats who dare and try to steal your attention from him

Rook even commented the next day that his skin seemed to glow brighter than usual, Vil during all of that not able to stop smiling

Does that mean he will take it easier now? No. After all, he can’t loose his “Oh he pwetty” status

And if he does… well, there are a lot of poisons he can make and don’t forget his special magic…

Silver, good old Silver being himself and accedentaly sleeping the day away

Now saying that the poeple of the Valley of Thorns are a bit too interested in you is a understatement

And who could blame them? You are their God (I blame them. In fact, I blame them a lot)

So here he is, laying on the grass, dreaming of spending a day with you…

And everything is good and dandy and fine and you opened the app

Silver is not a fae so he doesn’t have that sixth sense that tingles whenever you are even glancing at the app but he had been trained to be cautious

And cautious he is, waking up the second he feels your gaze on himself

So you are back. Good to see you! He hopes you have a- why are you touching his face?

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

The rest of the day Silver is in a daze and only after his father, pardon me, vice house warden Lilia asks him what is wrong Silver finally snaps out of it

“They called me pretty…” “Who called you pretty?” “The Overseer.” “Ah, I see… WAIT WHAT??!”

Yeah, Silver is just happy

He even uses skin care products after that day

But if someone would dare to take away his special status, being called pretty, away from him then good luck

All I can say is that he knows how to use a sword… and he probably knows how to get rid of a body

Just don’t leave him and Vil alone in a room, ok? Otherwise one will be poisoned and the other might be a bit scratched up

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”