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This is adorable. He is so precious.

look at jungkook’s reaction after an army complimented his body art (tattoos) 🥺

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Bungou Stray Dogs Reaction to You Wearing Their Clothes (Armed Detective Agency)

Dazai:

Sparkly eyes

Wants to touch you everywhere 

Hides your clothes so all you are wearing is his clothes

Have to coax him into giving your clothes back cause you can’t go out like that

Will try and fuck you, be warned

But will also cuddle you to death

I’m talking tight squeezes until you’re purple

Kunikida:

Glasses break at the sight of it

Scolds you even though he has no idea what he is saying at the moment

He secretly enjoys it

You do this occasionally to get a rise out of him

He’ll adjust his glasses, sniff, and say 

“This is highly inappropriate. Please change back.”

Feel free to tease him by saying,

“Inappropriate? I’m just wearing clothes. What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours, Kunikida?”

Will take you into the bedroom to give you a…scolding

Ranpo:

He just goes “:o”

Starts taking pictures immediately

“You’re so adorable. Oh my god. Please wear my clothes constantly.”

When you put on his hat, he just dies

Starts dramatically gasping and fake crying

“This….This is a masterpiece. You’re an absolute masterpiece.”

Covers you in kisses after the impromptu photoshoot

Junichiro:

“Babe…you have drool hanging from your mouth.”

Will not stop staring at you

How could you make his clothes look so..hot yet cute at the same time?

If you hit him with sweater paws he will start making out with you, no matter where you’re at

The look he gives you is one filled with so much love and awe

It kinda makes you blush

“Please wear my clothes more often”

Wants to start wearing matching outfits

Yosano:

“Bitch, why do you look better than me?”

No matter your gender, she thinks you look F I N E in her clothes

Asks if she can do some minimal makeup

Then you two have a fashion show together it’s so cute

She also wants to use this in the bedroom if you get what I’m puttin out ;)

I’ll stop

Anyway she loves it so much

Atsushi:

You may actually break him if you wear his clothes

He sees you walking in the room with his dress shirt huge on you, and rubbing your eyes with the sleeve covering your hand

Lets out a scared yelp and falls to the ground

He’s so surprised it’s super cute

You wear it again the next day and get the same reaction

“Please…don’t do this again. My heart can’t take it.”

You do it anyway

Fukuzawa:

Incredibly surprised

Mouth agape

Cheeks a bright scarlet

He doesn’t know how to act at first

Ends up covering his face to hide his embarrassment 

“Darling…What are you doing?”

You’ve never seen him like this so now you’re flustered 

And both of you are blushing and just staring at each other

It’s awkward but it’s so cute

He ends up loving it and smiles whenever he sees you in your clothes

You just look so comfy, warm, and happy

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“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”

— Viv Albertine

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“As long as you have the desire to be somebody, you will not fall into decadence. And you don’t have that kind of goal. You are passionate about wanting to see what it is like to fail.”

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Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

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thinking about her (the dendra panoply)

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// Conversation Snippets //

Snippet 2

The bustling roads

The chatter of the oblivious people around us

The noise was muffled, the kind you hear on an old recorder

The silence between us felt louder for some reason

I gazed at him as he studied the menu of the roadside cafe which we frequented, his spectacles a little loose from his ears hanging low on his nose

He frowned as he contemplated a rather foreign dish, his hands unconsciously playing with mine

“You know... I realised something about myself.” I speak softly, wishing to not break the trance we had created for ourselves.

He hums his encouragement, still not looking towards me. I feel it through his touch. He’s closer than he has ever been before.

I sigh as I prepare myself, “It’s easier to flirt... hold hands with someone I don’t have feelings for.” His hands stop playing with mine but he doesn’t remove them. For some reason the pressure of his hands are felt more now.

He looks at me through the hair falling over his eyes. I itch to push them back. He had been putting off getting his hair cut because he knew I would dislike it afterwards. He was sweet like that, in his subtle ways.

I look away, “... but with someone I do, it’s tough. It’s scary.”

“What are you feeling right now?” His voice is deep, kind of like a far off rumble before a storm. My heart beats quicker.

“Can I say neither?” I refuse to look at him but his presence makes me. He intertwines our hands even more and gives me a rueful smile, slowly shaking his head.

I take a deep breath, ”Well... I’m terrified.”

Saying I was terrified was an understatement. How could he understand, for somebody who relishes control, falling in love is the last thing they would want.

I wait for his input, the silence keeps getting louder. The wind rushes its ways between us and his scent overwhelms me. I could hear a wind chime in the distance and few people laugh.

“I am too.”

A weight seemed to lift off my heart but another replaced it. I released a shaky breath and looked at him, “What are we doing?”

He pulls me towards him. A comfort hug. The kind a friend gives another friend when they know nothing else would suffice. My eyes sting from withheld tears as my head is nestled upon his chest.

This affects him as well. His erratic heartbeat makes me sure of what I would say next.

“Don’t leave, okay?”

His hold tightens over me as he sighs, “I won’t. I promise.”

It’s strange when someone who’s always been so far away suddenly feels right within reach. When it does, you don’t know what to do with it. Yearning becomes a habit, difficult to get rid of.

What now? A question you’d never guessed you would have to answer.

His hand reaches for mine again and this time I grab him before he has the chance to, silently giving him my answer. He releases a quiet laugh, a mixture of disbelief and confusion, and I contently feel it through him.

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// Conversation Snippets//

~ Snippet 1~

Music

Music has a way of making people painfully aware, of making them feel

The soft stringing of the guitar

A rumble of the ac in the background

Only the sound of the piano filling up the room

When you listen, the lyrics make sense for the first time ever

Every moment is heightened

Its like a high which comes as soon as you press the play button

As the climax approaches, your heart feels a bit heavy

Lying down on my back, I play with my hair as heat rushes to my cheeks

Its weird, I haven’t been this aware of you before

I can feel your presence even though we don’t touch

What is this? I think as I pull my hair.

My hand next to you feels taboo to move

I turn my head to look at you lying a few centimetres next to me. What are you thinking of with your eyes closed? Are you as aware of me in this moment as I am of you? Do you want me to hold you hand? Do want me to stroke my fingers across your palm as I observe you shiver beneath my touch?

I slide my hand into his

My curiosity getting the best of me

He raises an eyebrow, eyes still closed

“Why are you staring at me?”

I blush and stutter as I speak, “You have a big head, you know?”

At this he opens his eyes, frowning, and follows to rub them with his unoccupied hand. “I doubt that’s the only thing you’ve been observing. What song is this?”

I slide my hand out partially and pinch his fingers. He has a big hand, manly and even a little rough. I smile, “Fallen by Gert Tabner. Nice right?”

“Yes.” He sighs. Its loud in this silent room. I wonder if he feels overwhelmed as well. Its peaceful but at the same time my heart beats faster. Its painful.

Music has a way of making you feel like you’re in love even when you’re not.

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Note: Everything is gender neutral and sfw unless said otherwise!

Imperial Drama AU

Empress of the First Water // Zhongli x F!Reader (1) (2) (3)

Zhongli 

play pretend // NSFW

close proximity

Childe

campfire stories

letters to home 

freudian slip // NSFW

Diluc

lost & found (1) (2) (3)

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XiaoLumi time featuring Daddy Zhongli

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Idea by: @yanwang--dijun

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obsessed with the way Qiqi runs!!

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The first time I saw my friend played Xiao was when we went to hunt boars.

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it was inevitable for me to eventually draw this crossover too,,

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domestic fluff with genshin boys

despite DILUC having more than enough servants in his home to do everything for you, you insist on cooking dinner for the both of you anyway. you'll be humming by then, leisurely chopping ingredients, and meticulously adding spices to the soup. even from his office, DILUC is entranced by the smell, and so he follows the scent to the kitchen. he loops his arms around your waist, heedful not to restrict your movements. “what's for dinner?” he asks as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck, peering over your shoulder to stare at your handiwork. “just the usual. does it taste okay?” you offer him a spoonful, but not before blowing on it so it wouldn't be too hot. he appreciates the gesture and takes it into his mouth. “delicious as always.” “you'll say that no matter how it tastes.” he stays quiet because you're right.

KAEYA is fond of his long hair, but he admits that having to dry his hair after a shower is annoying. it doesn't help that he can't leave it a little wet, because he shares a bed with you and you didn't want to sleep on a damp pillow. often times, you'll have to dry it for him. “what are you, a kid?” you sigh, vigorously rubbing his hair with a towel. KAEYA wants to complain, but he decides to retort instead. “you love me anyway.” he gives you a cheeky smirk, sly in nature, and you don't even start to argue because he's right. “yeah, yeah, sure,” you dismiss him, and he frowns. he takes one of your hands from the side of his face, leaving a kiss on the inside of your wrist. you flush at the gesture. “don't be so cold now, love.”

you're not very surprised when you see a battered CHILDE standing on your doorstep, but you're disappointed all the same. he smiles sheepishly, looking mildly apologetic for the trouble, yet he's never apologetic enough to stop bothering you. you usher him inside your home and quickly fetch your first aid kit. “did you fight the traveler again?” you ask, knowing fully well it was that. he grins, grimacing when he feels an ache on the corner of his lip. you press a cotton ball against that spot and sigh when you see blood. “aether is a fun sparring partner,” he simply says, encouraging you to roll your eyes at him. “stop fighting at weird hours. it's 2 a.m. in the morning and i was sleeping before you came,” you grumble, momentarily leaving your sights on him to finish bandaging his arm. you cock up an eyebrow when he stares at you doubtfully. “why do you look like that?” “i might be wrong, but...” he inches closer to your face, observing the dark circles under your eyes. “you stay up to wait for me to arrive, right?” he smiles genuinely when you don't refute him, too flustered at the close proximity to fight back. “if you know that, then come home earlier, idiot.”

to his coworkers, ZHONGLI is the very picture of dignified—cool, calm, composed. he holds himself with confidence, yet humble to a fault, and his speech is so eloquent, elegant and polite. his poise is impeccable, even as he works throughout the day, but the regal image of himself is ruined by one single person—you, perched on his lap and tugging on his hair to annoy him. the blatant display of affection is quite unbecoming. “are you done yet?” you whine into his neck, your limbs wrapped around him, and he can barely see his paperwork over your head. still, he doesn't complain, resting his non dominant hand on the small of your back to keep you balanced. “patience, dear,” he coos, and his velvety voice does indeed calm you down. “lunch break is almost over. i fear you're overworking yourself again,” you reason, playing with the collar of his shirt. “if you're starving, i could bring your meal for you? in fact, i think i'm gonna do just that-” you straighten up, planting your feet on the ground, but a firm hold on your waist prevents you from leaving his lap. you plop back into place with a soft “oof,” and he stares at you unamused. “on second thought,” he pushes away all his stationery and brings himself on his feet, with you snuggled comfortably in his arms. “it would be better if we went together. don't you agree?” (everyone naturally assumes you're the clingy one, but they couldn't be any more wrong.)

the thing about ALBEDO is that he'll never turn away from his research once he becomes immersed in it. unfortunately, you were never an exception for this, but he does make a couple adjustments for your sake. so he lays on your bed, with you on top of him, while you rested your head on his chest. his eyes were glued on the book in his hand, but the other was tangled in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. he's keenly aware of the steady rise and fall of your chest, the soft snores that left your lips, and he immediately notices when you stir awake. “you're still reading...?” you groggily question him, and he answers with a hum. you shuffle to move further up against him, pecking at the small star on his throat as you tighten your embrace around his waist. “you should sleep too. it's getting late.” he glances at the clock and finds that you were correct. he turns off the lamp on the nightstand, tucking his book beside it, and pulls up the blanket to properly cover the both of you. he kisses your hair, smiling sweetly even when he knew you couldn't see it within the darkness of the late evening. “good night.”

as much as XIAO likes to present himself as some form of heartless monster, you'd argue he was anything but that. he didn't even have the heart to shoo off the cat who found solace on his lap, curling into a ball to take a nap. he fumbles with his hands, unsure how to handle the small animal, and you giggle quietly. how did a cat end up on the highest floor of wangshu inn, much less on XIAO's lap of all places? you have no idea, but you found it a little funny. you sit in front of him, mirroring his position in crossed legs. “need some help?” you coo the cat to come to your legs instead and it tentatively follows after your instructions, releasing a small meow when it reaches you. you gently hold its squishy paws, inching down to nuzzle your nose against its own. “aww, that's a good kitty,” you utter and xiao snorts. you briefly glare at him playfully before returning your attention to the tiny creature (you were referring to the cat, not XIAO, okay?). “you're acting like a child,” he insults, though you don't take it to heart. “it's only a cat-” he stops himself from speaking when the cat unpredictably cranes its head, thus placing a small peck on your lips. “how cute!” you squeal, growing enamored with the pet, but XIAO is only bemused. “what? do you want the kitty back?” you offer, showing off the cat's paws to him, and he merely becomes more irritated. he lifts his hand to cradle your face, thumb swiping over your lip, and seals it with a kiss of his own. he glares at the cat, paying no heed to your flushing face. “i knew that cat was trouble.”

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UPDATE 1.4 PLEASE COME FASTER !!!!

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Healers in MMORPG’s