#I DONT KNOW IF ITS CLOUDY OR BRIGHT

[buttfrovski]

they have eachother's colors in their eyes

#and this is why i hc these eye colors #i hate that i had to use this as my reference picture #ARE THE STARS OUT TONIGHT #I DONT KNOW IF ITS CLOUDY OR BRIGHT #I ONLY HAVE EYESSSSS FOR YOUUUUU #south park

[acidbathcat]

i feel like i could easily move to ireland but it;s a little too whimsical for me. what if someone asked me where i lived and i had to say Limerick. like a fairytale creature.

#i just checked out scandanavia and it freaked me out. why is it so BRIGHT. #ireland was like. refreshing on the eyes. i guess its my fault for growing up in a cloudy/rainy area. that much sun just isnt natural. #oh yeah and no one lives in greenland. theres like 2 villages. what. #where do i go next. i hate england i hate germany i hate the netherlands. and then you start to lose women's rights the further east you go #and i don't really want to learn another language.. i just dont have the self confidence to show up and pretend i know what i'm saying

[mymyapplesigh]

Hihi! Request for clarisse :]

Clarisse x Fem Child of Zeus!Reader who has afro hair that is shaped and feels like a cloud, also can summon clouds to sit on or shock people with/poor water from.

Reader often hides things in her hair. Like one moment she has a pen in her hand next thing you know she put it in the void that is her hair lmao.

Often pulls out snacks from the void as well.

Maybe Clarisses curiosity finally gets the better of her and she just sits reader down and just sticks her hand in her hair just pulling things that are scientifically impossible to hide out of her hair lmao

MY FIRST REQUESTTTTTT !!!! 🙈🙈🙈

Clarisse La Rue x Fem black! Reader

Warnings: fluff ! (literally)

Being the daughter of Zeus your head is always in the clouds, literally. Seeing as though you have an afro that acts like a cloud people always want to touch it or pet you. It was annoying but youve learned to get used to it because its been happening your whole life.

The best part about your hair though was the fact you could make things disappear into it. You annoyed your mom all the time. She even made a game more or less called; “y/n where the hell did you put my ——-“.

When you first got to camp you could basically tell the kids here were going to be no different than the ones back home. Always. Needing. To. Touch. Your. Hair. You could see it in their eyes.

However, with camp came Clarisse.

You could pratically feel her eyes on you all the time at camp. So on a bright clear day in the training spot you went up to her.

With her slashing the dummy sensless, she noticed you.

“Hey cloud, finally wanted to talk to me.” She snarked as you kept walking towards her.

“Clarisse, I can feel your eyes constantly watching me, dont be smart ass.” You snarked back as she dug her speer into the ground.

As she finally went silent, not being her usual mean self she scoffed. From that day forth she started to soften around you.

Her tense stance she always had relaxed when you greeted her in the mornings with a gentle touch on her arm. Her mean blank eyes now filled with tenderness and love when she met your e/c eyes.

Its been 3 years since then and you were finally hers. She loved you, you could tell. She was not very good with words, but what she lacked in verbal communication she made up with physical. Whether that be kissing you or brutally beating up someone, she showed you.

The one thing she hasnt done yet, was touch your hair. Youve touched hers countless times however, never really touching a hair type quite like hers.

In the Ares cabin, you sat on Clarisse’s lap as her roughed calloused hands went over your bare stomach. Her hands under your shirt were warm and you felt peaceful.

You then felt those warm hands pull out from under your shirt and into your hair. Your relaxed figure now alert of your lovers hands in your cloudy hair. She then started to go deeper into your hair.

She then pulled out a piece of paper. A paper she made you. A love letter she made you before you guys even dated.

“You kept this?” She asked you. “In your hair.” She said smiling.

“I keep a lot of things in my hair.”

“And you never told me ?!”

“Shut up before I put you in my hair too.”

“Anything for you ma.”

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #clarrise la rue #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #dior goodjohn x reader

[megsbr]

housewife | punz.

With your love language being acts of service, you enjoy helping your boyfriend out with cleaning and chores. And one day you just want to help him out but he gets intrigued with the concept of your preferred method of showing love.

cc!Punz x female!reader

WARNINGS: smut, slight slapping/spanking, oral (male receiving), daddy kink, fingering (female receiving), cockwarming, use of slut, sex while on call with unknowing people, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, MDNI word count: 2.6k

author's note: wow this fic took a lot out of me and I honestly don't like it that much. but it took a while to write so i'll post it! I dont think I've ever written a fic with this many content warnings. oops. the ending also feels rushed so i might rewrite it at some point but please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! <3

You were standing in the tall doorway, unseen by your boyfriend who was deep in a valorant game with his friends and completely oblivious to your presence. He was surrounded by crushed water bottles and dirty plates from the snacks you have brought him throughout the day and was in basketball shorts and his favorite cozy sweater.

The stark difference in clothing pieces made you giggle to yourself, but you had to admit that he could pull it off well. And seeing him laughing and joking with his friends made your heart swell. Your small footsteps towards the desk alerted the blonde of your presence, him peering over his shoulder and flashing you a bright smile showing that he was excited to see you.

Coming up behind him and laying your head on his shoulder to stare blankly at the moving game caused Punz to mute his mic and direct his attention to you. You shared a kiss and let out a soft sigh as you pulled away, loving the small bits of affection you got from your boyfriend even when he was busy.

Moving away from the warmth of your boyfriend, you went to start gathering the plates and bottles, wanting to play a bit of housewife since you had nothing else to do. “You don’t have to clean up after me. It’s my mess babe.”

Punz reached out across the desk to take the trash out of your hands and then lay his fingers on your waist, turning you to face him. “I don’t mind. I like being your little housewife.” Punz’s eyebrows raised at your comment, a smirk making its way on his lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

He tugged you closer to his sitting figure, eventually bringing you down to sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. His hands slowly crept up and down the sides of your body, following all the curves and dips that he loved so much.

“You like being a housewife? Is that your way of telling me you want me to propose soon?” His question felt very empty as it seemed that he was only focused on the skin that came into sight when your shirt rode up under his touch. “No, even though I wouldn’t mind having a ring.” You said pointily, with a head tilt and smug smile. That got a chuckle out of Punz as he was now bringing his hands to rub up and down your back.

“I mainly just like doing things for you. Acts of service or something like that.” Punz hummed in response as he was subtly pushing up the hem of your shirt, a sign of his that he wanted it off.

You brought your own hands to the fabric and slowly pulled up the shirt, which happened to be his. Before you could even drop the shirt on the floor, Punz had his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing lightly. “So acts of service. Like doing the dishes and laundry. Those types of things?’ Punz’s voice was getting deeper the longer he had you in this position.

He couldn’t stop dragging his fingers across your skin, connecting the dots with all of your freckles and birthmarks. You hummed in response, your mind getting cloudy at just his touch. The sound of other voices was suddenly blaring through Punz’s computer, all of them some string of his name and exclamations about the next game starting.

Punz side-eyed the source of the voices, quickly telling them he was just going to the bathroom. After insta-locking his agent, he muted again and brought his attention back to you. “What about other types of service?” His new obsession was now the waistband of your sweatpants and, more specifically, the tied strings that were keeping them up. “You know, the physical kind?” At his clarification, you pushed off his chest and placed your feet on the ground.

Punz went to protest your movements, but his mouth dried up once he saw your sweatpants and underwear both hit the floor. Your boyfriend’s eyes raked your body up and down as you ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it out of your face. “I can do any act of service my daddy wants me to.”

You climbed back onto his lap just as his new game loaded in and the countdown to the first round started. Punz’s breathing got heavier and his pupils dilated at the wet patch forming on his thigh. “Let me put it in baby.” Punz all but whispered into your ear as he leaned forward to start playing the round.

You just nodded as you sat back a bit to push his shorts down, his hips lifting for a split second, which caused his knee to push into your heat. A moan slipped past your lips at the contact and Punz slapped your thigh right after. “Absolutely none of that. I am going to be unmuted and I don’t want a single sound out of you.”

You quickly nodded, paying no actual attention to what he was saying as you slipped off the gaming chair and landed on the soft carpet. You sat on your knees and came eye level with Punz’s cock. You looked up at Punz and he gave a slight nod as permission to touch him. You moved swiftly to stroke up and down, your thumb swiping the top to collect the little bit of precum that had appeared. This got a low groan out of Punz and an excuse about dying when his friends asked what was wrong.

You could feel Punz’s glare, but you were too busy giving his tip kitten licks. Your hand was still working the shaft as you took the whole head in your mouth, the sudden warmth causing Punz to buck his hips. He muted to quickly mumbled a pathetic excuse of an apology before returning right back to his game. Knowing he was talking back and forth to his friends while still playing the game and getting the most kills was causing your heat to throb.

You were just getting more and more turned on every second. Removing your hands completely, you started to take all of him in your mouth, going so far down your nose brushed against the hairs of his happy trail. Punz continued to use the excuse of missing a shot or dying every time he groaned or whimpered at the feeling of cockwarming your mouth.

Clouded by your own needs, you snaked your arm in between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit for some friction. You were in complete bliss between touching yourself and slowly bobbing up and down on Punz. You were getting slightly dizzy from the stimulation, but you got even more turned from it.

Before you could get anywhere close to a release, Punz glanced down at you and saw your hips grinding into your hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Punz pushed his chair out, which in turn pulled his dick out of your mouth and exposed you rutting into your hand. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.” He leaned down to rip your hand away from your clit and land a smack on your cheek.

The sting hurt but you didn’t care. You loved the pain that slowly grew more and more with each smack that was delivered. This was your favorite side of Punz. The one that would punish you and toss you around. “Is my dick not good enough for you? You’re such a slut that you couldn’t wait for me to finish my game.” Punz could make you cum from his words alone when he talked like that.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and your lip in between your teeth. Punz could already see how fucked out you were with your lips the brightest shade of red and teary eyes. Punz ignored your attempt at apologizing and instead grabbed your waist to pull you back up.

You settled back into his lap where he immediately landed a smack on your ass. You leaned forward at the impact and pressed your face against his neck to quiet your moan. He landed two more, one right after the other before his hand comes up to wrap around your neck, pulling you to eye level with him. “Here’s how this is going to work princess.” His normally bright blue eyes were now turning so dark they could be considered black as his fingers gripped at your throat. He had a small smirk on top his lips as he watched you squirm under his touch.

Your eyelids were fluttering at the feeling of your lungs tightening and you were starting to let out gasps in an attempt to get air. “You are going to sit on my dick for the rest of this game. You are not allowed to touch yourself and you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do either, well let’s just say you won’t be walking tomorrow. You understand?”

You attempted to reply when his hand left your throat but between your gasps for air and his fingers now poking at your entrance, you just let out a stream of baby babbles and a weak nod. “Words princess.”

“Yes, I understand.” Punz fingered you for the rest of the round before he respawned and the next one was starting. The emptiness you felt when his fingers pulled out of you made you whimper but you were quickly quieted as Punz picked you up and dropped you on his dick. You sunk down as far as you could until your hips were flush with his. You both let out a groan together as you settled in the new feeling. “You feel so good, baby girl. So good for daddy. Like you were made for me.”

You continued to push your face into his neck to prevent your sounds from becoming too loud. Punz had to hold back from fucking up into you then and there because the way you were clenching around him right now was going to make him cum faster than a teenage boy. He pulled his chair back to his desk just in time to start the round.

“Now remember, no touching, no cumming, and absolutely no noise.”

Feeling you nod into his neck, Punz unmuted and apologized to his friends saying that he had to help you with something. Punz was barely halfway done with this game, and you didn’t think you would last long enough. Needing to anchor yourself on something, you threaded your fingers in Punz’s hair and kept a grip on the strands, grateful his most recent haircut left you some length to pull.

Surprisingly, Punz was still performing at his best despite being balls deep in his girlfriend. After a few minutes, your breathing evened out again, and you started to relax until Punz got an ace and he jumped up in his seat in excitement, which pushed him into you. You successfully managed to make no noise as he screamed with his friends and held your waist tight.

You must have been a good source of motivation because he continued to get aces in the next two rounds, each time causing him to thrust into you. Punz seemed unfazed by how miserable you were. Between the way you felt around him, to his thrusts, to his impressive valorant performance, you could feel yourself getting closer. Many times before this you’ve cum untouched and you were afraid this was going to be one of those times.

Part of you didn’t want to hold back, excited about the possibility of more punishments if you were to cum. But your submissive side was starting to come out and she didn’t want to upset Punz, wanted to be his good girl. His good little housewife. “Few more rounds princess. You’re doing so good.” Punz left a few lighter smacks on your ass as a reward before returning to the game.

It felt like an eternity, but the game finally ended, and Punz cheered along with his friends as the victory screen popped up. Someone offered up another game and before Punz could respond, you softly whined into his ear, slightly nibbling on it also.

“Sorry guys, I gotta head out. The missus needs me.” Sounds of boos and questioning exclamations at the use of ‘missus’ rang through his headphones, but he disconnected without responding to anyone. Once he found his way back to your waist and you knew you were in the clear, you let out a string of moans as you began to slightly bounce up and down on Punz’s dick.

“Are you proud of me daddy? I followed your rules.” Punz chuckled as he relaxed against his chair to fully look at you. You moved away from his neck and were now fully sitting up with your whole body on display for him. There was a bright pink tint on your cheeks, a thin layer of sweat covering your chest, and your hair was messy.

And Punz had never thought you looked prettier. His heart swelled at your pathetic bouncing on his dick, and he decided to take pity on you. His hand cupped your cheek lightly and he pushed himself up to meet your face, capturing you in a kiss that stopped your movements.

Both of you relaxed against each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourselves together. You whined when you felt the material of his sweater scrap against your sensitive nipples. “Please fuck me.” You pulled away slightly, your lips still touching as you spoke. Reaching between your bodies, you pulled the sweater from Punz’s body and finally felt all of him pressed against you.

“You followed all my rules baby. Like the good little housewife that you are.” Punz slowly began pushing his hips up as well as helping you out by moving you up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Every time Punz increased his speed, the louder you got. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly in pleasure. The angles Punz was hitting were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Strings of praise were falling out of Punz's mouth as he rammed harder and harder into you.

He could tell you were getting close by the louder moans and the way you were constantly tightening around him. "So close baby. I'm gonna cum in you okay? I'll make you a pretty and pregnant housewife. You like the sound of that?" His dirty, slurred words paired with his sloppy thrusts were your breaking point. And the idea of getting pregnant ignited something in you because you came hard. “And I’ll get you to a big ring to match that pretty belly. You’ll be all mine.”

You felt the room spinning as your high came crashing down and you were being overstimulated by Punz's last few thrusts. "Tell me you love me. Please." By this point, Punz's whole dominant side has disappeared and his soft, needy pleads were in your ear.

"I love you so much Punz. I’m all yours. Come for me, baby." With one final thrust, he fell limp against his chair as he came, some of it slowly dripping out of you and down the sides of his dick. Finding your last bit of strength, you lifted yourself off Punz. A stream of cum came dripping down your leg but at that moment you could care less. You dropped down on top of your boyfriend, laying your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat gradually get slower.

Punz wrapped his arms around you and held you as tight as possible. He placed a kiss on the top of your head when he saw your eyes slowly start to flutter shut. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered little I love you's and encouragements of sleep every few seconds. Once he knew you were sound asleep, he slowly stood up from the chair and carried you to bed. All the dirty dishes were still on the desk and were now paired with clothes littered all over the floor.

Maybe Punz would play the role of stay-at-home husband tomorrow and clean the house while you were at work. And possibly talk to your friends about your preferred style of engagement rings.

#pnz #pnz fic #pnz smut #punz smut fic #punz smut #punz x reader smut #punz blurb #punz smut blurb #punz x fem!reader #punz x you #punz x reader #dsmp smut #cc!punz #cc!punz smut #punz mcyt smut #punz imagine #punz dream smp #punz fic

[em0-alpaca]

after like over half a year or smth i finally finished him

meet Dante, the master of light!!! [srry for the bad english, i dont think ive ever written lore for any of my ocs lol]

HIS LORE IS STILL A WIP SO SOME THINGS MIGHT NOT WORK WITH CANON!! [i might miss some details, but thats because i dont wanna write too much]

plus in my au, Wu met Morro when the Elemental Alliance was created already and before Acronix and Krux betrayed them. [if.. thats not already canon lol, i dont keep up with when anything happened]

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THE PAST:

[12-16 y.o.]

- He was one of the most determined and challenging teenagers, training hard.

- Dante has been the youngest member of the Elemental Alliance, making him the main interest as every single elemental master trained him. [his parents went to a journey, leaving him with Wu ans Garmadon at the monastery and they never came back. no one knows what happened to them, although, that didnt effected him much as he was often left with Wu.]

- when Dante was 16 years old, Morro was taken in under the blonde man wings. At first he didnt like it, but after some time he grew warmer to the jet-black haired boy, taking him for a younger brother and training with him. He mightve gotten more protective over him.

- Dante, too, believed that Morro was the green ninja after Wu talked about it, encouraging him and and lifting his hopes up subconsiously. the rest of the story is obvious.. this was one of the moments that really affected him.

- as he watched the EA fall apart, he craved for more power to fight against evil and find his little brother. he was told his whole life that he should never take his power for granted as its one of the strongest elements, especially with him being exposed to the main source of light very often. Dante, on the other hand, couldnt really deal with others leaving.

HIS ABILITIES:

- can bend and materialize light into weapons [his weapon of choice were mostly his light blades, but anything dual wielded was fine for him].

- he could move at the speed of light, often did it to attack his enemies from suprise [not a stealthy ability as he leaves glowing bright lights behind him when using it].

- can flashbang others by either throwing a small light ball at their eyes or snapping his fingers.

- as hes pretty strong during sunny days, at night and on cloudy days he usually uses weapons from Wu. [that doesnt mean he cant use his elemental power, but during his youth his power wasnt so strong with absence of the sun. it only changed what weapons he uses though]

[18- 27y.o.?]

- one night after sneaking out to clear his mind, a strange figure approached him. it was a tall one, hidden under the black cloak. everyone knew who Dante was, so with no beating around the bush, the mysterious man gave him an offer in joining him. green haired boy declined his offer immediately, but after what he heard he was shocked.. the mysterious man told him that he would help him find his so-called younger brother.

- after making him believe he can erase the evil from all of the ninjago he joined the cult. They burned the mark on his face to officialy take him as their member, making him their leader. the longer he stayed with them, the more corrupted and brainwashed he was, turning him into their weapon. they formed a plan, making an elemental burst and trying to erase "the evil".

- one day, he started his journey to look for Morro, going for days and days into every part of Ninjago, only to find his cold body in the Cave of Despair. he grieved him for a good few hours before finding a field to bury him and let him rest in peace.

- his desire for ubspeakable strenght grew bigger, forcing him into trying to create artificial element of light and mixing it with his own. this, unfortunalety, worked horribly with his mental state and making him more of a villain. when he attacked the city once, Wu was devastated and tried to help him. this lead them to have a fight with Wu desparately trying to convince him and change his mind. Wu after that meeting tried to talk with other elemental masters to stop Dante.

- when the city got under Dantes control after the cult betrayed him and he fought with the new-built Elemental Alliance, he used the Elemental burst. unfortunately, his light element mixed with the artificial one made him fail to destroy anything other the city. this, made him half-blind and left him scarred on his limbs, losing his power.

- after that he finally snapped out of his sinister desires and managed to ran away unnoticed from the city somewhere far away.

PRESENT [WIP]:

[30↑]

- he lives far far away from the town and anyone else in a small cottage house out of shame.

- if necessary, he comes out of the house in disguise to buy some food. hes had various jobs already, but his bad eyesight [no glasses helped with his vision] he couldnt work in too many for too long.

- his elemental power was slowly recovering, but due to the fact that it was corrupted and mixed with the artificial one, it was infecting his body, making it age slower and weakening him over time.

- after so many years he started recieving money in his mail.. perhaps from someone with a kind heart?

- he tries to stay away from anyone with elements and people who couldve been a part of a terror he caused, especially away from Wu.

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ive been thinking of making another oc [his child] so for now im not planning on adding too much!!

im not really sure what to add to him in present Dante, but im up for any ideas. :) also i was too lazy to draw more doodles lol!

#tapeyart #my art #digital art #lego ninjago #ninjago #my oc #ninjago oc #ninjago fc #ninjago original character #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago morro #morro wu #ninjago fictional character #ninjago dante #ninjago oc: dante #lego ninjago oc #tapeyoc

[ophidianoccultist]

Desecration

Tom Riddle x F!Reader

18+ MDNI

HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING

Tags: p in v, loss of virginity, creampie, non-con, use of Imperio, necrophilia, murder of reader, bloodlust, dead dove do not eat

just a note before reading, please please please dont read this if youre squeamish at all, its pretty violent so yeah. but if youre into this kinda thing, please enjoy(?) and let me know if i should write more unhinged shit like this. it was a whim i got at 4am like "what if tom fucked a corpse" dont hate me im just a slave to inspiration

Word Count: 2.1k

The fresh, warm tea slid down your throat, warming your very soul on such a cold winter day. It tasted of ginger and cloves, and the heat and spice of it seemed to radiate throughout your body to fuel your evening of reading. Ever since Hogwarts, your interest in the dark arts has only grown, leading you to purchase several tomes and textbooks on the subject. The old parchment of the page made a crackling sound as you turned it, as did the fire that burned brightly in the hearth nearby. 

You were combing through the ancient spells and their effects, sipping your hot, spiced tea as you read, when your mind strangely started drifting elsewhere. The image of your room and the book in front of you seemed to grow cloudy and twisted into a very different image. The cozy, warmly lit room contorted into one much bigger, and darker as well. It was a bedroom, well decorated and lavish, clearly belonging to someone decently wealthy. Black floorboards and wall paneling, and rich emerald drapes and wallpaper to match it, not very unlike the Slytherin dormitories back at Hogwarts. The hearth stood out starkly, a green flame within to shroud the room in a certain cold hue that left you feeling slightly uneasy. A floo flame, but for what purpose?

Your eyes fell towards the bed, where two figures appeared to be engaging in something…intimate. Still mostly clothed, their lips were locked tightly, hands roaming wherever they pleased, and it seemed that they were the source of the only heat in the cold, eerie room. Upon closer inspection of the couple, you recognized yourself, a perfect mirror copy. And as your eyes darted to the man whose hand was currently gripping your waist, you quickly recognized who it was.

It was Tom Riddle, whom you fancied for quite a time during your school years together. The curly black hair, the pale skin, the handsome features; there was no mistaking it was him. But why was he suddenly in your fantasies again after years, and why did this feel so real? The two of you continued your throes of passion before Tom turned his head away from your lips (or rather, your copy's lips) to look straight into your eyes with his piercing gaze. Your copy did not seem to notice as he spoke firmly:

"The Riddle Manor, in Little Hangleton. Take the floo, and don't tarry. I do not like being kept waiting."

Right after he said that, the vision began to swirl as it did when it came about, and after a time, your room came back into view. The warm hearth, the spiced tea, the dark arts book. Home. But all of it was also accompanied by a dull headache and slight nauseous feeling. You slugged back the rest of the tea, which settled the sick feeling, before setting the book down on the table beside your chair. Something strange was happening, yet you felt compelled to comply with imaginary Tom's orders all the same. You strode over to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo powder, and tossed it into the fire, watching the bright orange flame turn a sickly green hue. As you stepped in, you wondered if this was all a big mistake, that maybe you would intrude on some poor family's evening. But all the same, the words came out of your mouth:

"Riddle Manor."

Instantly, you were transported to the bedroom from your daydream, feeling much better now that you didn't see any strangers or hear any shrieking at your appearance in the fireplace. However, that relief was quickly diminished as your eyes landed on Tom Riddle, standing by the bed, in the same place where he had been entangling with you in your dream. No, his presence here proved that that was no mere daydream. It was a vision. It finally clicked: Tom had planted that in your head by means of legilimency. But why?

He strode towards you, his gaze and demeanor making you feel cornered even though you were in the open middle of the room. But before you could fully process what was happening and mull over your questions, his hand firmly gripped your shoulder, his long bony fingers digging into the flesh. He was different than he had been at Hogwarts. Sure, he still carried himself well and was still handsome, but his eyes and cheeks were sunken further into his face, and he was a little more twitchy now, looking as though he had been in a room full of dementors for weeks. The eyes that once held a perpetual air of cool composure now burned with something far more sinister. Tom seemed more raw now, a little more unhinged.

"Don't ask me why I brought you here, and don't ask me how I've been over the years. I am not interested in catching up. Just get on the bed." He commanded, his voice wavering slightly.

Your face twisted up into one of confusion, wanting some answers first. Not even a letter in years, no interaction or correspondence whatsoever, and now he brings you here simply to have sex with you? Absolutely not. Sure, you had fancied him, but you still had self-respect enough to stand your ground.

"Tom, wait, why did-"

A frustrated groan emanated from his throat, promptly cutting you off. He sounded and looked manic; clearly something had happened just before he summoned you here. But before you could inquire about anything, Tom pulled out his wand and pointed it at you, and muttered out an incantation that neither you nor anyone else ever wanted to hear.

"Imperio."

Suddenly, your mind was cleared of all inhibitions and inquiries, and you felt as if you were floating. His wand remained pointing toward you, but you could not care less in that instant. In your world, there were no cares at all. Tom's voice reverberated throughout the silent room as he commanded once more:

"Get on the bed."

And so you did, laying down on the plush emerald blankets, hands at your sides and obediently awaiting his next command. Tom took no time in hovering over you, pinning you in place and hiking up your skirt, not even bothering to fully strip you. Curiously, he noticed that you were wet between your thighs. Not overly so, but enough for him to know that you were somewhat enjoying this. He contemplated a moment before deciding to lift the curse, putting his wand down on the nightstand close by. Yes…it would be much more fun to break you himself. 

Just as you were coming back into consciousness, you felt your underwear being harshly ripped away from your body and something hard being aligned with your core. Tom spit in his hand and stroked himself a couple of times before pushing the head in.

"Tom, wait-!"

Tom placed that same hand tightly over your mouth, feeling your lips moisten with the remaining saliva coating his palm.

"Quiet. If you resist, it will end badly for you. Just do as I say."

You nodded, and Tom started roughly pounding into you, painfully stretching you out and making it sting from the lack of proper lubrication. A tear fell down the side of your face from the unbearable pain, but also from the shame of knowing that you also secretly took pleasure in him using you like this. You wished he had taken more time with preparing you first, but that was simply a silly fantasy. Of course, you knew that Tom was never one to really consider the comfort of anyone but himself.

Soon enough though, the pain started to become pleasure as you fully took in what was happening. Tom hovered above you, relentlessly ramming his cock in and out of you, sweat forming on his face. Or had it always been there? Compared to the vision of heated passion he had shown you before, he was completely different in reality. There was no warmth, no desire, no savoring of stimulation, none of what she truly wanted. The only thing in Tom right now was a dull lust, and even then, it was brought about by stress, and not out of any longing for her personally. He was clearly strained and rather wired, but why? 

Tom was nearing closer and closer to his release, urged on even more so by the way your body slowly began opening up and accepting him into you. But it really wasn't you that had gotten him this riled up and raring to go. You were only an afterthought, someone he remembered from Hogwarts, and likely the most willing to come. No, Tom had been spurred on by the scene in the dining room just below the room they were in.

His father's side of the family, dead in their seats, their dinner and their bodies probably still a little warm.

The way their faces contorted with fear, the empty look in their eyes, permanently in the state of terror a mere moment before their deaths; all of it had been exhilarating to execute, quite literally. Tom's bony fingers dug into your hip as his left hand held you steady, while his right remained over your mouth, muffling the moans that simply begged to be released from your lips into the frigid air of the room. However, instead of relishing in the sounds of your pleasure, he only became annoyed. He didn't care to perceive your shameful and sickening display of lust, and as you both grew closer to your releases, you grew louder, and he only grew more aggravated until he finally snapped.

"Quiet, I said!"

He released his hand from your mouth, only to wrap it around the handle of his wand, and he pointed it at you once more. You were so cock-drunk at this point, that you didn't even hear the incantation fall from his lips before seeing a flash of green light blind your vision.

And then, nothing.

Your body was completely limp now, and your face carried the same expression as the occupants of the dining table downstairs. The sheer terror, the microsecond where you realize you're going to die, the horror of it all. Tom, however, just soaked this in, not even wanting to pull out. In actuality, his pace only increased, the gruesome nature of the act only fueling the fire within him further. Only now, after you were completely unable to perceive anything anymore, did he indulge in what you had really wanted. His hands ripped open your shirt so he could take a look at you completely exposed, for only him to see. The hand that was previously pressed over your mouth now kneaded at the mounds of flesh, relishing in the softness of them. His teeth sunk harshly into the flesh of your throat, feeling the skin break and the taste of copper flowing over his tongue. With one more incantation, Tom pointed his wand at your chest to truly complete his work of art.

"Diffindo."

The flesh of your chest was cut deeply in three strokes, as if you had been ravaged by a rabid animal. And, in a way, you had been. Tom licked his lips before dragging his tongue over the bleeding cuts, savoring the thick, metallic tasting fluid in his mouth before letting it go down his throat. 

Tom had never felt more powerful than in this moment. And upon realizing that, his cock twitched and the dam within him broke, spilling his seed within your slack cunt, furthering the humiliation and desecration of your lifeless body. He liked you better this way, without thoughts or wants or autonomy. Simply a tool, a doll he could use for his own satisfaction whenever he wanted. But sadly, you would decompose, and all his fun would end once you got too cold. But for now, he pulled out and fixed himself back up, as if nothing had just happened. 

~~*~~

Your dead body remained on the bed for a couple of days, cold and pale from the lack of circulating blood. Tom knew that this would be his last time with you before it became unsafe for him to keep you around. He tucked himself back into his trousers, watching the last couple of days worth of his seed leak out of your cold, dead cunt. The scene was sick and disgusting, truly, but Tom found a bizarre beauty in it. The juxtaposition of the seed of life being planted into something cold and dead that could never grow it filled him with a sense of disturbing satisfaction that he just loved the rush from. 

However, the body would start breaking down soon, and he needed to get rid of it. After a few moments of contemplation, he had decided to transfigure your body into something small and simple: a teacup. A teacup which, when drinking from it, would remind him of most likely the best day he had ever had. He had taken revenge on his filthy muggle relatives, and had his first go with a woman all in one night.

What's not to love?

#harry potter #hp #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #smut #violence #dead dove do not eat

[synsio]

what is going on with SJS' eyes?

everytime i read weapon creator i notice that SJS' eyes constantly change depending on the lighting, and i tried to do some digging to see if this happens with other character's eyes too but i've realized that, no, it doesnt?? its JUST SJS that changes eye colors everytime the cast is met with dynamic lighting scenarios.

i dont know what exactly causes this, maybe its simply an artstyle choice too, but i have the head-canon that SJS' eyecolor is actually somewhat transparent and simply comes off as a cloudy, murky grey which *slightly* reflects the color of mana; blue. hence why his eyes go bright blue/cyan whenever he uses a skill, the light from the mana seeps through! just a silly little headcanon from my observations of the manhwa. i would absolutely love to hear what other people think of SJS' weirdly reflective eyes though

#weapon creator #shin junseo #hes a skrunkly #i love him quite a lot #but seriously what the hell is going on with his eyes #thia isnt normal surely

[h0pef1lled]

i dont have good prompts but "hey, you okay? you look off..." and "i'm not upset." from the ask game if u wanna write sm 😔🙏

OMG THANKS gonna combine these 2 into 1

(1,759 words)

Background: You and Monty become friends after weeks of bickering(not related to any fanfics currently)

Sun’s cloudy optics glared at huge, green, metal hands clasping onto yours. A few weeks ago, those claws wanted to rip you apart, to tear through your skin and sanity like tissue paper. To break you into little pieces, just like the others before you.

But here he is, holding onto your hand like the last thread.

Sun couldn’t believe the audacity of the metal junk of an alligator.

Once your painfully long handshake with Monty was over, Sun finally looked away. Well, he pretended to. The lack of visible pupils may be creepy to some children, but at least they’ll never know his attention isn’t entirely on them.

Sun’s gaze tenses on the gator when the latter rubs the back of his head, flustered. He could see you laugh, patting his other arm. He knew you thought well, but why, oh why, were you touching him so much?

If Sun had a tongue, he would be tasting bitterness right now. His smile strained as a kid shoved a red crayon into his hand.

As Sun’s hands began scribbling on his own paper mindlessly on instinct, his eyes trailed your movements, from your hand waving goodbye to mouth stretching into a smile to grabbing your mop and walking off to the direction of the daycare.

On the other hand, Monty lingered by, looking at you leave. A strange feeling bubbled up in Sun’s chest. A feeling he wasn’t used to at all. Even if it was the truth, he won’t accept it. There’s no way, right?

No way, there’s no chance you’ll choose that aggressive, creepy, murderous—

Moon.

Sun mentally shook his head. Moon’s different. He’s nicer and in some shape or form, calmer than Monty. Unless you liked the aggressive type.

…

It took all of Sun’s strength to not throw the daycare tables at the soundproof glass. No, no, he would never do that in front of the children.

He wanted to scream, to know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. He hoped your mind was straightforward and that simply becoming friends with that gator was the end.

He’s not Monty and won’t ever be on his own accord, he would never want to rip you to bloody, little pieces! (Sun will ignore Moon’s feelings on this one.)

His thoughts get interrupted when you push open the large, wooden, daycare doors.

Sun’s body moved on its own.

Skipping over to you, he spread his arms out to hug you, to ignore that aching feeling at the back of his “heart”. You leaned your mop against the doors and spread your arms too with a bright smile.

Sun scooped you up, exclaiming about how happy he is to see you. You pat his shoulders laughing, just like how you did with Monty. It clawed at Sun’s wire insides.

He put you down and pulled out a disinfectant wipe from seemingly nowhere.

“I could almost see those germs, friend! Remember to stay clean and safe!” He trills, but the tone in his voice seems off. He crouches down and takes your hands in his and gently wiped them with the disinfectant wipe. You chuckled softly, not ignoring the sullen expression on Sun’s face hidden behind his permanent smile.

"Hey, you okay? You look off..." You start off, looking at his face with a concerned stare. Sun pauses momentarily but continues after, cleaning off one finger at a time.

“Of course, friend! Have to stay happy and cheerful for the kiddos,” Sun chirped with counterfeit cheerfulness, not looking away from your hands. You were sure any bacteria and its ghosts had disappeared by now.

“I’m not asking how you are for the kids, Sunny. I’m asking how you really—”

Sun drops your hand and stands upright.

“There! All clean!” Sun spins around, back to you, about to skip away. You tightly grab his wrist.

“Sun.”

His face plate turns towards you.

“Oh- aha, dear friend!  Your hands are going to get dirty again!  Grabby little fingers were all over me earlier—”

“Sun.” You interrupt him, a stern growl dancing your voice, stopping him dead in his mini ramble, but he had no right to scold you since he did it too.

“Ye-Yesss?”

Sun’s voice cracked, but with no enthusiasm like how it usually did. That broke your heart a bit. He was nervous, and even though he could’ve easily broken out of your grip, he didn’t. Was he scared?

Little did you know, Sun wasn’t scared of you. He was scared of what he’ll do to you if you even let a touch of raging jealousy slip out.

Your fingers trail from his wrist to palm and both your hands meet up, clasping them together with Sun’s hand in between.

“You can tell me what’s wrong. I’m your friend.”

Sun put up a soft, genuine smile. No, he can’t.

His free hand came up to rest on top of both of yours. “Thank you, Friend.”

While you two walked back, Sun briefly explained what was on his mind, with a lot of lies and vagueness, of course. He’s apparently stressed with the small ones and being a good mentor for them. You know, the normal bullshit.

You listened carefully, mostly believing what he said, but a small dot of doubt clouded the back of your mind. He still didn’t act right, but his reasoning made sense. But it also doesn’t at the same time.

Your thoughts were in shambles, so you put them aside for now. The moment you reached the tables, a kid jumped out of her seat and rushed over, hugging your leg tightly.

“Nice to see you again, little angel.”

The absolute angel of a child pulled you closer to the other children, who all bombarded you with drawings immediately after you settled down on a tiny kiddie chair.

Sun watched behind you, a warm smile on his face.

Although the atmosphere is light and cheery, a deep feeling grows deep down in your gut.

Soon, naptime rolled around. The rows of illuminating light bulbs dimmed and the cheerful daycare tune lowered in volume and in tempo, now a soft lullaby.

The kids were gathered in the destined naptime spot, blankets protecting them from the seeping darkness. Stars that glow in the dark plastered around the walls of the daycare winked at the children, pulling their eyelids down slowly one by one, the music serving as a perfect addition for lulling them to sleep.

The angels have been put to bed.

The sound of wires lowering and retracting was followed by a soft thump behind you as you tucked the last kid in.

There’s silence behind you but the presence is obvious and staring; right at you, in fact.

A slight head tilt let out a small whir of mechanical gears.

“Hello to you too, Moon.” The thick wire lowered again and hooked onto Moon’s back. You watched as he dangled above the children, brushing back some’s hair and adjusting the blankets on others.

You don’t know whether to feel calm or tense that the daycare was now silent except for the distant sound of the daycare nighttime lullaby and the faint snoring of the kids.

Moon landed beside you out of the blue, making you jump slightly.

“Months of working. Still scared?” He teasingly asked, but his tone wasn’t wholly light-hearted. He didn’t look at you, not even a flick of his pupils.

“I was just surprised,” you pouted and blew a raspberry. He stifled a dry chuckle. Something wasn’t right.

Being the blunt person that you are, you blurt out, “Are you and Sunny ok?”

It wasn’t clear in the dark but you think Moon tensed and stood a little straighter.

“Is something wrong? Sunny said—“

“We’re not upset.”

Again, interrupting. That really gotta stop.

“I never said you guys were, Moonman, but you somehow, just somehow, give me the feeling that you two are.”

Moon stayed silent. You didn’t know what he was thinking; you unfortunately (or fortunately) didn’t have a robot mind to understand his programming.

You could cut the atmosphere with a butter knife. And you did, with words.

“Y’know, nothing is going to be done if you don’t talk to me.”

Moon knew that. He’s seen your interaction with Monty through Sun’s eyes earlier, and the pang he felt deep down left him distorted, similar to Sun. But he won’t be broken that easily.

He called his wire and disappeared into the darkness. You whisper-shout at him, calling his name, but unsurprisingly there’s zero response.

Were you too harsh? But you weren’t wrong, how are you supposed to help your beloved bot friends if they don’t tell you what’s wrong?

It’s not like anyone else can tell you.

You thought, who here is closest to Sunny and Moon? Your mind immediately answers it's probably the children, maybe Music Man, or even you yourself. Something told you they didn’t trust management and the other employees, and since he wasn’t close to the glamrocks, that only left a limited amount of options.

You glance around, eyes adjusting to the dark. Uncertainty settles in your stomach.

Something drops to the ground.

You open your phone flashlight and shine it on whatever just landed beside you. Your stomach drops, the uncertainty gone and filled with confused horror instead.

A Monty plush. Except fuzz and cotton was protruding out of where its head should be. The Monty head itself seemed ripped off violently, the cotton pieces scattered around it.

You understand vaguely what’s going on now.

A quiet “Why” left your lips.

“Can’t help it.” Moon’s voice rang out behind you, static swimming around like a fish.

You turned around, Moon was unexpectedly not in your face, glaring red at you this time. He was sitting hunched over, arms lightly hugging his knees, gloomy.

Despite his words, you doubt what he did was because of the strange virus.

You crouch down next to him.

“It’s alright. You can always tell me what's wrong, if you'd like.” You pat his back and he slightly leans into your touch.

Your mind feels like it has lost many pieces of an intricate puzzle.

Moon doesn’t say anything after that, eyes glowing ruby at the floor.

You sigh in defeat, the two won’t talk now and you won’t force them to. Patience is a useful skill in this situation.

You two spent the rest of naptime huddled together, simply enjoying each other’s presence. You wish it could last forever. Sun and Moon wish that too.

#sun fnaf #moon fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #daycare attendant #fnaf moon #sun x reader #moon x reader #oneshot #fanfiction #montgomery gator #moondrop #sundrop #sunny fnaf

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

I dont know what to title this give me ideas

This was my thing for the DRDTdev appreciation event. I was planning on posting it the day after everything was given to DRDTdev, but I forgor. This is my guess on Charles' trauma.

TWs: Gore, panic attacks, hospitals, and memory loss.

Inhale, exhale, pop. Inhale, exhale, pop. Bubbles floated in the air around Charles, popping one by one and causing the 9 year old to huff and pout.

“Charles, come on, they’re not gonna stay like that forever.” There was laughter in his brother’s voice, causing Charles to turn around and glare. 

“You don’t know that!” Charles spat, somewhat aggressively, before getting back to blowing bubbles. 

All but one popped, and the one survivor floated its way to the road. Finally, Charles had made one that survived! So he followed it, curiosity reigning.

His brother shot up, running after Charles with wide eyes. “CHARLES! CHARLES CUEVAS, COME BACK HERE!” He shouted, glancing towards the oncoming bright lights. 

Charles didn't listen, only able to pay attention to the floating, clear, sphere in front of him. He could only see the light from the corner of his eye, but that didn’t seem to matter. He walked on.

Charles stepped onto the road when the bubble popped, stomping with disappointment and only then noticing the car. It was speeding, and wasn’t going to stop. 

His brother quickly caught up, pushing Charles off the road and onto the grass on the other side, and took the hit himself.

Blood sprayed everywhere, coating the 9 year old and the car that kept on driving ahead. Splayed out on the road, was his older brother with bulged eyes and an agape mouth, stuck in a terrified expression. 

Charles crawled to his brother quickly, shaking his head to try and get him to move. Instead, one of the bulged eyes fell out of its socket, hanging by the “cord” and seemingly pulling the other to slip deep inside its socket.

He stumbled back immediately, yelling and sobbing as the corpse stared at him with haunting eyes. “You did this. This is your fault.” it said, a whisper of anger. “Selfish idiot. Stupid wannabe scientist.”

He barely heard his parents running over, doing his best to ignore the lavender haired corpse as he hyperventilated.

In, out, in, out, out, in, in, in, out. 

It was uneven. It didn’t feel right. Charles’ mind was getting cloudy already, and he felt like he was going to pass out.

And he did.

He awoke in his room, a small teddy bear nuzzled tightly into his arms. It had mauve hair, golden eyes, and it held a small heart saying “i luv u” on it. From his mother, right? It looked like Charles. That was funny.

He slowly sat up, scanning his surroundings and startling at seeing his mom crying. “Mama? What happened?” He asked, voice shaky. Why were his cheeks damp?

Surprise and rage flashed in her eyes. “Your brother is dead, Charles!” She exclaimed, her eyelids red and puffy.

“...Who?” Charles didn’t have a brother, that was silly.

#danganronpa despair time #charles cuevas #CW gore #gore #TW gore

[caelanglang]

this is a positive ask i promise do not be afraid. being taken out back and shot point-blank in the head would hurt less than reading your most recent dazai comic (positive connotation). your style and coloring are so unbelievably beautiful and soft and vivid and its so bright and light and it conveys the message of hope in the most amazing way possible. also the dialogue (monologue?) got me clawing at the walls and then i read your tags and started chewing on the walls (positive connotation). like imagine going outside (my dash) and a stranger (reblog from a person i dont follow) comes up to you and shows you the most breathtaking sunset or sunrise you have ever seen and the sun also just deadass talks to you and says that maybe the pain is neverending, but the joy is too. and maybe the pain wont be worth it, but the joy will. and the stranger just gives you thumbs up. i dont know how to convey that reading this comic did to my brain but lets say that i did not except dazai osamu from the hit show bungo stray dogs from the hit concept Real Life rewiring it. thank you for the hug i am in fact kissing you on the mouth platonically. sorry for this big ass wall of text in the inbox and not the tags but just know that i would send you this telepathically if i would with sound effects and presentation slides included. have a good day and a picture i think is somewhat funny in this context

omg... this made me smile so much, I don't know what to say... I've been in and out of the dark lately so I barfed out some drabbles and decided to slap it on Dazai, because, honestly, I find it easier to explore my own emotions when I project(?) them on a fictional character oops. I'm so glad my work reached you, dear beautiful and wonderful stranger on the internet <3 I'm holding your hand and chanting with you "let's live on!! we're gonna live on!! we're gonna see a hundred and a thousand more sunsets and sunrises." thank you so much for your kind words, they absolutely made my day when I thought it's gonna be not so bright today TwT it really means a lot to me. That's the thing about the sun, isn't it? We tend to focus so much on the sunrise and sunset, the scorching pain and the comforting warmth that sometimes when the cool darkness of the night comes, we think that it's all over, we won't feel them ever again... we forget that there are thousands of other mini suns-- beautiful stars whose light travel so many lightyears away, waaaay more than our sun, to reach us and cheer us on for the next day. I hope that the joy finds you amidst the pain. I hope your night sky isn't as cloudy as before. I hope that you know how much your words moved me :,)) I love how you wrote that line: "maybe the pain won't be worth it, but the joy will." <3 please don't worry about the wall of text, I love and appreciate them from the bottom of my heart! *hugging, cuddling, kissing you back platonically* (the pic is a 11/10 for me! xD) Thank you for dropping by! I hope you have a lovely day ahead too!!

#inbox #one of my fav inbox asks thank you so much for this #im gonna cry im glad what i wrote touched you in some ways #fav inbox #thank you for this

[anxietyfluffy]

regarding the hc thing, you'd know who i'm requesting lmao. bob levene?

BOBBBB <333 also ofc ud request bob UFWEWEFU

What they smell like: hed smell nice but it isnt noticeable until you get really close to him. like, i can imagine he smeels like when you leave cologne on for a night and dont reapply it in the morning mixed in with the smell of metal and oil

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): he would barely sleep. hed prob sleep late at night and wake up early in the morning. he also prob sleeps in some awkward positions.

What music they enjoy: iii like your headcanons for his music tbh, your hc is my hc now UEGWFUEF

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: barely any. i love bob but look at him he tries to be as fast as he could so that he could focus on working.

Their favorite thing to collect: maybe little pieces from his work. like little springs and spare bolts. he prob doesnt collect and store them though, he likely uses it for his own projects

Left or right-handed: i can honestly see left handed

Religion (if any): this man is not religious

Favorite sport: hes like danny where its like i cannot see him doing any sport. does he work out? probably. does he do sport? nnno.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): i cant imagine he leaves the country a lot. but. i can imagine he likes museums.

Favorite kind of weather: he def loves cloudy weather. clear skies are too bright for him and rainy days frustrate him because it can interfere with his work.

A weird/obscure fear they have: idk. he doesnt seem like hed have any obscure fears. maybe claustrophobia? idk

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: again. clawmachines.

#criminal case #bob levene

[boralogues]

Hello i have more two wuv headcannons :) this time it's how well the freaks can see (idk why i just thought of this) zubin- Because zube's hair is always covering his eyes he can't rlly see, so he relies on hearing a lot more. he can tell who's walking into/out of a room just by the sound their footsteps make. sometimes he parts his hair over one eye so he can look at ppl, especially meeting them for the first time (like seeing random ppl in the forest). sometimes his hair pokes his eyes so he has to brush it out the way before it inevitably falls back (i had a fringe that was exactly like this it sucked) joe- since half of joe's face is burned and he can't see out of one eye he uses glasses (those tiny oval ones in like, every photo ever) to help his normal eye work better. the normal eye is still a little bit fuzzy due to the burns, but the glasses cover that. rob- he's always crying so even when he isn't his eyes are all cloudy and wet. he wears his glasses but they don't do much due to how much he cries, and how cracked they are. andrew- andy lives in the forest like 99% of the time so he's gotten really used to the dark, to the point where he can see better when it's dark than light (basically semi-nightvision). he's developed a sensitivity to bright light so he wears a pair of stolen sunglasses if he's ever somewhere too bright (like if someone shone [is shone the right word? im in extended english i should know this] a flashlight near him) ross- since we still havent gotten any ross lore >:( (/j) i dont have much to work off of. im just gonna say he can see normally, just a little fuzzy due to injuries bora- also dont have much to work off. he has the best eyesight out of everyone. he pays reaaallly close attention to things. mostly his rats. (he can tell all of them apart by their fur, but he gives them little fabric bows or something so everyone knows which ones which) casey- i think in an older post (i think it was that fic someone wrote i forgor who) it mentioned casey falling and hitting his eye on a rock. so that eye is either completely or mostly blind. he wears an eyepatch over it bcs he finds it cool and practical. candi made him do a pirate voice while he was wearing it and that was one of few happy moments these freaky little guys have. its now a running joke between them steve- i think it was the first post/ask w him in it where the asker mentioned he could dilate his pupils like a cat so screw it. his eyes are exactly like cats. everyone thinks its cool and steve just nods cause he doesnt speak. candi- i think i already mentioned it but because of the scar over her eyes, everythings slightly blurry for her. she struggles with objects that are too far away, but it's nothing too severe. she's probably tried out the other's glasses/stolen ones from people in the forest and they might help a bit. but she doesnt want to take them when the others need them so she doesnt wear glasses (she probably put a pair of glasses on and was like. "wait why is everything in hd?")

AAAAAH YES ! need more headcanons about them that's just. Mundane stuff like this I adore it.

Zubins is. Scarily accurate this guy would be basing everything off of hearing shit that is too real

JOE W THE GLASSES YEEEEES OH MY GOD !!!!!!! AHGH I love that I must draw Joe w the glasses ... too real

Oh yeah Rob :(.. his glasses would be all cracked n broken and even rusty from the excess of tears ... sigh :(

Shone is the right word!! Andrew would absolutely be sensitive to light, he'd hiss like a cat if some random hiker flashed a flashlight in his direction, or even getting near a campfire hurts his eyes. I love the idea of him having some sunglasses so he can explore brighter areas with campfires/lights :>

I PROMISE ILL BE WRITING OUT SOME ROSS LORE SOON MY APOLOGIES.. I got that procrastination ADHD ... but yes I do think Ross would have the best vision out of all of them.

AWWW THE IDEA OF BORA PUTTING LITTLE BOWS N STUFF ON HIS RATS IS SOOOO Q_Q <3<3<3 LOVE THAT !! I think Bora would have pretty bad vision but he'd get Andrew to steal him some glasses... he'd definitely lose them and his rats would have to find them and bring them back to him 😭

CASEY. YES!!!!! CANDI AND CASEY JOKING ABT HIS EYEPATCH ... AND NOBODY ELSE GETTING THEIR INSIDE JOKE AUUGGJDHFHF <3

Steve eye dilation realness <3

HAHDHAHDHD YESS CANDI TRUTH !!! I love the idea of her stealing the others glasses / trying them on 😭 IMO I think the others wouldn't notice but Joe would definitely notice his glasses gone and he'd get frustrated...

I love these soo much I'm so sorry i replied so late... I read these a while back and smiled so big and these made me smile so big again :)) thank you <3 I promise Ross lore soon..

#two wuv #two wuv au #ask

[thebeardiswriting]

Soulshine When you cant find the light That guides you through a cloudy day When the stars aint shinin bright And you fill like youve lost youre way When the candle lights of home Burn so very far away Well you got to let your soul shine Just like my daddy used to say He used to say soul shine Its better than sunshine Its better than moonshine Damn sure better than rain Hey now people dont mind We all get this way sometimes Got to let your soul shine Shine till the break of day I grew up thinkin that I had it made Gonna make it on my own But life can take the strongest man And make him feel so alone Now and then I feel a cold wind Blowin through my achin bones I think back to what my daddy said He said Boy, in the darkness before the dawn Let your soul shine Its better than sunshine Its better than moonshne Damn sure better than rain Yeah now people dont mind We all get this way sometimes Got to let your soul shine Shine till the break of day Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this And when your world seems cold You got to let your spirit take control Let your soul shine Its better than sunshine Its better than moonshne Damn sure better than rain Lord now people dont mind We all get this way sometimes Got to let your soul shine Shine till the break of day Oh, its better than sunshine Its better than moonshne Damn sure better than rain Yeah now people dont mind We all get this way sometimes Got to let your soul shine Shine till the break of day

#Youtube

[bishiglomper]

YA KNOW WHAT

I think I MIGHT actually have a mild brain fluid leak 🤔

Listen listen listen-

My nose. Is constantly wet. The wells at the bottom of my nostrils just always have water in them. I am CONSTANTLY just dabbing at it with a tissue. All fuckin' day.

And I can use said tissue, a normal kleenex ALL day. Because it dries like water. Theres no slime or stickiness so it doesnt get stiff or crinkled.

Also, it does absolutely no good to blow my nose. A little bit of extra water comes out, but it doesn't like. Bring down anything.

I dont have drainage down my throat. I don't know if that's for or against my theory though. 👀

I have been sneezing a shit ton. So, allergies are still a possability. ☝

I think this has been going on for over a year. I think it's also gotten worse the last several months because I'm way more aware of it and thus annoyed.

I constantly have a tissue to my nose shoving it up there to absorb as much moisture as I can at once, I'm sure it's not very attractive.

The other thing is my ears leak. Just at night. Every night. My nose is fine though. Like they SWITCH. And I'm a side sleeper.

The fluid coming out of my ears is clear. My ears themselves are clean. They don't get waxy.

I've have tried searching all sorts of ways to figure out how my ears would leak from allergies, like I've been told it was, but I'm still getting that it would be wax. I don't have swimmers ear or infection. I know THIS has been going on for several years.

I don't remember if antihistimines stop any of this, I will experiment further with that. 👀

There's a few dozen other symptoms that come with CSF. I have maybe 1/4 of them.

Neck pain and stiffness. I don't know if this is caused by that or just tension.

I always have a mild headache. From 2-4. The migraine shot every month helps a lot but I'm still getting worse the last week or two before then.

I get light sensitivity so very easily. It ranges just from discomfort to straight up my eyes start watering. The other day it was super cloudy and it still felt too damn bright.

I always have vertigo. That is also at about a 3. It does get worse if i bend down but clears up after a second. (Though last night i had a more intense, several moments lasting one... vision actually blurred: another symptom)

Bending over and seeing if your face drips is a test for it, but that is SO uncomfortable for me, i tense my whole body and hold my breath and can't do it for more than a few seconds so.. That test hasnt worked for me

I do get mildly nauseous fairly regularly but i figured that was a precurser to a migraine. I'll start dry heaving If i don't take a zofran right away..

Another is balance and gait problems. 👀💦 that is a problem. I may have had that my whole life though. Though it has gotten worse the last several years. I've tried to do balance training sort of things. And my gait is just super small. (I think that's all thats wrong with it. I don't know if i zigzag or anything. It may just be a hip problem..)

CSF is usually caused by an injury. My theory is when I was 15, I went on a fair ride called the zipper. Its the pod with a weight at the other end that flings you around in a circle. Upside down and all. They sent me like 3x in a row because there wasnt a line. That was the first time I ever felt ill from a ride. I literally had to lay down for like half an hour in the grass before I could move.

And I could never go on a spinny ride ever again without getting extremely nauseous. �� Like just doing a slow 360 in a spinny chair makes me ill.

Breaks my heart because my FAVORITEST ride at our amusement park was that huge tube that spun so much you stick to the wall and they drop the floor. It was my life's goal to be one of those people who could turn yourself upside down then 🤣😭

So yeah, I think that's gonna be the next thing i bring up with my doctor. 🤔 I see her in a month but I might just straight up tell her "Hey I want some tests" now.

#csf #brain fluid leak #long post #i swear to god im on to something

[the-travelling-witch]

Hi Holly!!

Its your wonderful Cookie🍪 here who finally got some time away from uni to create a small prompt for her lovely cafe owner, let me get a Sweet Cinnamon Milk Tea and obviously a chat please❤😘

So, prompt of the day (please note I'm a poor writer and dont try to convince me otherwise (T⌓T) ) :

You closed your eyes in bliss after a long, tiring day of doing your daily tasks. Your bed felt soft, softer than usual actually, was it the fatigue that caused it to feel different? You didnt think much of it. As you drift off into sleep, you hear a small sound behind you, similar to the wind. For a mere moment you felt lighter, what a strange feeling. Eventually, the wind got stronger and stronger till it felt more like you were about to be blown away, and then...silence. You open your eyes slowly, afraid that you would be greeted with a mess of a room, however instead, you were greeted with the highest point in the sky. Stars shined their brightest yet so far away, clouds all around you, and pillars all around you like statues in the midst of the cloudy army. It looked all too familiar, like a place you had been to for a year and more now; thats when it appear, the white elegant door in all its glory, begging to be opened in the distance. As you stepped foward, a path of white stone was built for your feet with every print you made and as you finally reached the door, you pushed it open (probably almost died form that bright arse light but oh well).

Welcome to The World of Teyvat☆

The fall could have been better, it hurt every muscle in your body, but you were not severely injured so it was alright. Upon looking up, you immediately recognized where you were and the shock hit you so hard that you tried the method of pincing yoyrself to awake, but unfortunately, this was not a dream. Perhaps this was the strange feeling you encountered before falling asleep or something more? Maybe. But for now you knew that your next moves were what determined you adventures here and how you would begin your journey back to your hope.

Question time:

1. What Nation would you like to end up in?

2. If you were blessed with a vision, what would you want it to be?

3. What weapon would you have and who would you want to train you to use it?

4. Who is the first character you would actively seek out and why?

5. In order to make mora, what occupation fo you think would work for you? (Eg. An adventurer, a herbalist etc)

6. Who do you think would make you an enemy?

7. Knowing your personality, who do you think would easily fall for you? (Its okay to be cocky...i love it)

8. Who would you actually make your lover?

9. Who are you asking to adventure with you?

10. Would you actually want to return home? and if so, who do you think would beg you to stay?

This prompt is so long I'm sorry😭

But thanks in advance for your answer, have a great day and thank you for chat and tea with me❤

-Cookie Customer 🍪

my face lit up when i saw you in my inbox, love; i hope uni is going well and that they aren’t working you too hard and that you’re taking care, you deserve some rest ♡

one sweet cinnamon milk tea coming right up! while it’s brewing, let me tell you a story…

okay okay, so, i was really excited when you said „highest point in the sky“ i was like ‚teyvat here i come‘ (also, i will definitely try and convince you otherwise heh)

1. first question and i already have problems choosing, we’re off to a great start

i should probably preface this by saying that i love every nation we‘ve seen so far, so based on that alone i wouldn’t be able to choose

since mondstadt is based on germany, a culture i‘m very familiar with, i‘d say either liyue or inazuma just to experience something new; my feeling says liyue but i like the inazuman visions better ଘ(*. .)

out of the nations we haven’t seen yet, maybe sumeru? their focus seems to be on academics, so i think there‘d be lots of possibilities to satiate my curiosity; fontaine sounds nice too, but as with mondstadt, i‘m already familiar with france; shneznaya would probably be impressive as well but i‘m trying not to die of hypothermia over here :)

2. i’ve said it before and i‘ll say it again: i can’t choose between electro and cryo lol; for my stella fortuna event i chose electro but every vision quiz ever tries to hammer home to fact that i do have a cryo vision

realistically speaking, i‘d be stoked about having any kind of vision but if it was one of those two i‘d be indefinitely more ecstatic

3. i know what you might think: holly, a witch, would probably choose a catalyst but that’s where you‘d be wrong; i don’t use catalyst characters enough and i think i‘d have more fun with either a sword or a polearm (don’t get me wrong, i’d still learn magic though)

if i choose a sword, i’d probably want to live in inazuma, i’d love to learn the art of the sword from ayaka or kazuha; both of them make it look so elegant and graceful, something i‘d aspire for myself

if i go with a polearm, the nation of polearms- i mean contracts- would be the way to go; obviously i‘d love for xiao to teach me but if he‘d agree is debateable; otherwise, zhongli comes to mind, he‘s like 6000 years old and a literal god, i think he has some valuable advice to share

or i somehow manage to get raiden ei/ shogun to teach me, that way, i’d kill to birds with one stone; also, she’s one of the most powerful beings in teyvat, learning from her seems like it would make me a good fighter as well (again, if she would or if i could get to her is a whole other point…)

4. as much as i would like to sprint up wangshuu inn as soon as my feet touch the ground of teyvat, i don’t think xiao would appreciate it very much; also calling out his name without him giving me the permission to would probably be the best way to make sure he never talks to me again

so, at first at least, i’d leave him to his own devices and probably hit up wangsheng funeral parlor and see if i can find myself a consultant; i think talking to zhongli would help get my adventure in order, just being dropped into a different world can be quite confusing after all; i wonder if i could get a hold of ningguang or beidou as well? (later on, i‘d drop by wanmin restaurant to try whatever xiangling is cooking up)

alternatively, i might pay the kamisato clan a visit, hoping to see ayaka and thoma (maybe even sayu if i‘m lucky); if i’d arrive at an opportune time, could yoimiya be putting on a fireworks show?

5. if i‘m proficient enough at wielding a weapon, i’d love to be an international adventurer, doing commissions all over teyvat and exploring all different kinds of landscapes

obviously, running a shop for all your magical and otherworldly needs would totally be up my alley as well; in order to gather ingredients, i’d have to fight some monsters here and there, too

6. the first people that come to mind would be the fatui but who knows, maybe we‘d have nothing to do with each other (or maybe i‘d even join them?)

i‘d probably pick a fight with baizhu, the guy is shady as hell and qiqi deserves better, same with dottore, i don’t think i could cross paths with him without making him my enemy

otherwise i can’t point out anyone who would have a reason for making me an enemy without anything going down first

7. obviously everyone, it’s impossible not to fall in love with me after meeting me („ᵕᴗᵕ„)

childe probably wouldn’t think much of me at first, i don’t exactly scream “danger“ but he‘d pick a fight anyway bc it’s childe he’s a fight at first sight kinda guy; naturally he‘d be so impressed by me kicking his butt that he couldn’t help but be intrigued

i‘m not sure if any of the characters would be love at first sight type of people but if anything it would probably be the younger ones, think gorou, benett or chongyun

obviously, i‘d make it my mission to get in xiao‘s good graces; it would take a while but you know what they say “slow and steady wins the race“, i believe once xiao decides he can trust someone, he’s very loyal and supports them (in his own way)

8. xiao♡ do i need to say more?

but some other candidates would be thoma, diluc, kazuha and zhongli; all of them seem very reliable and steady on their feet, i know i’d feel so loved with them

but if i‘m looking for a more exciting and thrill-seeking relationship, childe is the way to go (well scara probably too but we‘d have a bit of an enemies to reluctant acquaintances to somehow friends to unlikely lovers arc going on); childe comes from a big family, is very perceptive, rich and low-key funny, he just also happens to be a war criminal but, hey, we can’t all be perfect

9. if bennett asked me to join his adventure team, what am i supposed to do? say no? i‘d also like to go with albedo and klee, i can confidently say there wouldn’t be a dull moment with those two

i‘d also drag venti out of angel‘s share to roam mondstadt with it‘s archon, i think i could learn a lot from him; same goes for zhongli and raiden, their experiences are not your typical mortal experiences, i think i could broaden my horizons that way

maybe i could snag a spot on the alchor for a while, travelling the sea with captain beidou, kazuha and the crux; beidou seems like such cool company, i really wanna be her friend <3

not really adventuring but i wanna chat about astrology with mona, she’s really talented and it’s a fascinating topic to me even though i‘m a complete novice

xiao xiao xiao

10. mmmm no, probably not; heaven knows i’d do anything to escape this reality, so good luck getting me to come back lol

especially if i can manage to form some meaningful connections in teyvat and learn magic, why return to this world? i’d probably try and get my best friend to join me though, no way i‘m living without her

all the child characters i managed to impress would probably beg me to stay, big sis holly can’t leave yet!

childe would hate to lose a sparring partner; xiao rarely forms deep connections with others and now i‘m saying i‘m leaving him again? that can’t be right

obviously, all the friends i made would be sad to see me go but wouldn’t necessarily beg for me to stay, they‘d rather ask if i was sure i really wanted to go back, after all teyvat is also my home now, right?

joke‘s on you, i‘m staying anyway

that‘s all i have for you today, dear; i need to go back to brewing some potions now but i hope i could satisfy your curiosity✧.*

hopefully you could take the time in my shop to wind down and relax for a while, you’re free to stay however long you‘d like; as always, i look forward to the next time you honour me with your patronage ♡

#coffee & tea break #my regulars ♡ #letter from: the lovely cookie customer 🍪 ✿ #i love thinking about your prompts #even if my thoughts normally center around the same few characters #hopefully you don’t mind ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

[wonwoosthetic]

Yes i mean more at home, during practice like the things we dont get to see in front of the cameras

Idk why i typed mina hahahaha its late i guess <3

Here it is! I hope this is somewhat of what you imagined :) I can always do another chapter of this, or write like Inside Seventeen episodes! ☺️

Thank you for requesting this!!♥️

Attacca's Attacking Us 🌷 Minnie

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"I think it looks cool, I'm a fan," Mingyu commented.

"But it looks stupid on me," Dino wined, taking the black hat off his head, looking at it... almost analyzing it.

"I'm not a big fan either," Woozi pointed out, "It hides our faces. I don't like that."

Jeonghan interrupted them, "But it makes the whole performance a lot sharper."

"That's true," Seventeen's choreographer agreed with the second oldest. As Minnie didn't care much about the debate of whether or not they would wear the black hats, that has already been going on for an hour, she was enjoying her time sitting on the floor, switching her gaze from one member to the other, depending on who was talking.

"But Minnie wore one too in Dream Of You," Hoshi decided to throw her in, making her stand up quickly,

"Wait, wait, wait," she stopped him, "that doesn't mean that we now have to do it, though. Just because I wore it...?"

"No, but we know it looks good," Jeonghan joined.

"Well... yeah, but if the others don't want to..." looking at him with questioning wide eyes.

Suddenly, the choreographer clapped her hands, "Alright, look! Half of you want to wear them, half of you don't, so let's just take them off during the performance. We can incorporate that."

"That's a good idea. I like that," S.Coups spoke up, "Let's go with that, alright?" He asked the group, hoping it would tame them and make them calm down again. After getting a nod from all of the members, a heavy but relieving sigh escaped his lips.

"Let's do it for Dream Of You!" Joshua called out, raising a fist up and making the girl groan with a smile,

"Nooooo!"

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Minnie knocked on the door white her elbow, holding a piece of bread with jam in each of her hands,

"Mingyu!" When she didn't get a response, she knocked again, "Mingyu! Can I come in?" After waiting for a few more minutes of not hearing a voice coming from the other side of the door, she opened it, pushing the handle down with her elbow and stepping into the dark room.

"I'm coming in," walking over to the bed, she found her grumpy and still half asleep member,

"Hm?" He mumbled, his voice as deep as every morning.

She pocked his cheek with the bread, "Come on! You have to get up" Minnie's cheery voice echoed through the room as she placed one of the bread pieces into Mingyu's extended hand that was lying on the bed, palm up, before she strutted to the window, opening the blinds, "Look! It's so bright! The sun- alright, well it's cloudy, but still!"

"Don't open the window," the other member groaned, but the girl ignored him and opened it completely, letting in the cool October air.

"Aaaaah," she happily sighed, "Fresh air."

"Cold air," Mingyu corrected her, sitting up and looking confusedly at the food in his hand.

"We're off in twenty minutes," she reminded him.

"What for?" Her member seemed to be still confused from just waking up.

"Pre-recording again, idiot."

"Alright, alright," he sat up and started chewing on the breakfast the girl had prepared for him.

Leaving his room, keeping the door open to make sure he doesn't fall back asleep, to join Wonwoo in the living room again, she took her phone out, about to read new messages in the group chat.

"Is he up?" He asked, also looking down on his phone,

Minnie shrugged, "I don't know, but I woke him up." Wonwoo nodded with a smile, letting her join him on the couch with both of their eyes glued to their devices. Just as they were enjoying a few minutes of quiet time before they would have to leave, the female member interrupted by sitting up on her knees and shoving her phone into her boyfriend's face,

"You see this?"

"No, because you're pressing it against my face," he chuckled, held onto her wrist and pushed her hand further away to see, whatever she wanted to show him, more clearly.

"Why can't we have one of them?" She whined. Not again... he thought, laughing at her pleads, "Whyyyy? Look!" Minnie showed him another picture of a little kitten.

For weeks now, she had been trying to get the guys' agreement of adopting a cat... so far, no luck.

"We don't have the time to look after one," he had been softly explaining it to her, but the frustration in the girl made her bring up the subject every other day. His comment made the dancer sulk and sit back with her back against the sofa, "Don't," he warned her, "Don't look at me like that. You know I'd be the first to drive you to a shelter," getting up to grab his bag from the bedroom to be able to leave as soon as the other roommate was ready. Minnie let herself fall onto the couch, fake crying dramatically just as Mingyu entered the room,

"Why are you crying?"

"I want a cat."

"As long as I can't get a dog in here, you won't get a cat," he pointed at the girl strictly, making her sit up with wide eyes,

"Fine! Bring your dog, I don't care."

"You hate dogs," he clarified,

"So what?" Minnie shrugged, getting up, "If that means I can get a cat, I'm okay with it."

"No." He answered simply before leaving the room again, walking through the hallway to get to the shoe drawer next to the front door.

"Wh-What? Why not? You get your dog, we get our cat," she countered, not letting the subject die down.

Mingyu sighed, putting his shoes on, "Stop arguing, we're not getting pets."

Instead of letting all the words and arguments she still had come out of her mouth, she decided to swallow them and look at him with a disappointing look on her face instead - knowing that it often makes him change his mind. Not this time though... he smiled at her and reached out to pat the top of her head without saying another word.

"I don't like you."

With the grin still on his lips, he winked, "I don't like you too," then directed his attention to the other guy in the apartment, "Hyung!" Who came out of his room in the right moment, carrying two bags, handing one over to Minnie, who seemed to have forgotten to grab hers along the way,

"Oh, thanks."

While all three of them were either standing or sitting on the floor, putting on shoes and jackets, the bell rang, indicating the arrival of their manager. Mingyu pressed the button, confirming that it was him already waiting outside, so he looked around one last and asked if they all had their things,

"Alright, let's go."

The car drive was spent humming to the songs coming from the radio, asking the manager about their detailed schedule, and resting their eyes or scrolling through some comments on Weverse. It was going to be another long day, they came to realise as the pre-recording for Crush would start then, and even though it was already in the afternoon, the members had gotten home late last night and they would most definitely end up finishing around the same time again.

As tired as Minnie swore she wasn't, once the stylist started combing through her hair and fixing her face with makeup, making her have to close her eyes, the girl started drifting off to a little nap. Hoshi, who had been sitting next to her, getting ready by his stylist, noticed unusual silence that came with sitting next to the female member. He turned his head to ask her about it but laughed once he saw her pleasant facial expression and the makeup artist motioning for him to stay quiet. Taking out his phone, he didn't hesitate to snap a picture of her and send it to the group chat: 'She's not tired.'

Dokyeom, Seungkwan, and Dino were the first ones to read the message, immediately getting the same idea. They ran into the room she was in and got ready to pose around her, snapping pics here and there, sending them all into the chat. One small wind, that came from Seungkwan turning around too quickly, made the girl jolt slightly and open her eyes slowly. Lifting her head, she came to sight with the four men standing still, not moving, looking at her with blank expressions on their faces,

"What?" She wondered. The guys laughed it off and left the room, letting the stylist finish her job in peace.

Right after she got done and was about to put on the suit she would be wearing for the performance, Minnie wanted to take a quick look at her phone that was on the table in front of her, screen down. Picking it up, she turned it around, and the icon of new messages appeared. One click and face id scan later, the girl got to see the pictures, but she didn't even scroll down as the first one was enough for her,

"Seungkwan!"

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"CUT!"

As soon as these words fell from the director's lips, Minnie fell to the floor, landing on her back in a starfish position. Closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath as most of the members did the same.

Just as she opened her mouth and began singing a line from Rihanna's Unfaithful, "I don't wanna do this anymore!" Joshua appeared next to her, reaching out for her to take his hand, "I don't wanna be the reason why," both of them continued together, laughing as he helped her stand up, keeping a hand on her upper back, to walk over to the monitor and watch the last recording of the performance.

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Not wasting another minute after coming home, the girl got rid of her shoes and jacket and immediately threw herself face-down onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. Her roommates followed her, first Wonwoo letting himself fall onto her, supporting his weight with his arms on the couch as to not crush her, and Mingyu came last but decided to almost jumping on the two lying forms.

"Ugh, Jesus," she groaned, "Please, I need to breathe," raising her head, she struggled to get the words out. And that was the '97 Liner's queue to lift himself up slightly, only to drop down again, earning him another whine from the girl.

Wonwoo pushed himself up first, trying to get Mingyu off too, and they both fell onto the couch, sitting back and closing their eyes, which Minnie quickly did as well, once she was finally free. They were sitting in silence for a few minutes until the tallest spoke up, "I'll go shower." And stood up, leaving the other two alone.

With her head on her boyfriend's shoulder and his hand on her thigh, the girl quickly fell into another, this time much needed, nap.

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Finally arriving back home, after finishing their last Music Bank performance, Minnie was surprisingly not as exhausted as she had thought that she would be. One look at the clock told her that it also wasn't all too late either,

"I'm gonna call Jun and Hao," she quickly mentioned before disappearing into her room, not waiting for responses from the guys.

The girl got rid of the clothing she had been wearing and changed into comfier home attire before laying down on her bed, phone in her hands in front of her face. She reminded herself of Jun still filming his drama, therefore Minnie decided to send him a quick text and call Minghao first.

'Call me when you're done with filming :)'

And her fingers went scrolling down her contact list, stopping at 'HaoHao'. The phone rang a few times before stopping and the voice she had been missing for the past few days spoke up,

"Hiiii Minnie," he sweetly greeted her.

"Hiiii," she imitated the tone of his voice, "How are you? What are you doing?"

"I'm in the car on the way back to my place, you?"

"We just got back from Music Bank. We finished a bit earlier than expected."

"Ooh yeah, we won, right?"

"Yep!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Aaah," he happily sighed, "I'm so thankful."

"Yeah... me too...," Minghao noticed the change of emotion,

"Don't get sad! Don't. Stop it-"

"I'm not!" She defended herself.

"Alright,"

"I swear, I'm not,"

"You don't have to repeat it."

"Okay..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Maybe a little bit."

"I told you not to!" Remembering the day of the China line's departure and the river she had cried when she had to let go of hugging the two. The female member had an extremely hard time letting both men she felt so close to, extremely hard thanks to the past of some Chinese K-Pop idols leaving South Korea. Their comforting and assuring words and the ones the other 11 members had spoken to her, could only help so much.

"Myungho! How could I not!"

"We're back in two months! You can survive until then."

"I honestly don't know if I can..."

"Don't be dramatic, you can."

"I still miss you."

"And I miss you. Every day, trust me."

Minnie nodded with a wide grin and slightly glassy eyes even though he couldn't see her.

"By the way!" He suddenly got louder, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye out for Hoshi?"

"What?" She started laughing.

"I told you since I'm not there, so have to keep that his Horanghaes in check."

"Haoooo," Minnie fell back onto the bed, laughing out loud, "Let him live,"

"He's been doing it in every single picture! And in comments on Weverse too! I told you to replace me."

"Alright, alright," she tried calming down, "I'll watch out for it."

"Promise?"

"I promise," it was hard to take her promise serious due to her giggles,

"Did anything exciting happen today?" she wondered.

"No, not really. I'm just getting ready for filming. Practising a bit."

"Oh, Carats are going crazy over it, did you see that?"

"Yeah," he smiled, "Yeah, I did. I'm really glad-"

"Obviously! They get excited about everything you do! Especially now in China. They're going crazy over your airport looks too, it's insane."

"Jealous?" he teased her.

"Maybe," with a shrug, she sat back.

Just as she was about to continue her sentence, she got interrupted by her phone telling her that someone else was trying to call,

"Oh, Hao, Jun's calling me, I gotta go."

"Alright, alright,"

"Tell your mom and dad I said hi!"

"I will," he chuckled at the relationship between his mother and best friend.

"Okay, bye! Love you!"

"Bye, love you too!"

Ending the call with her fellow '97 Liner, she accepted the one from the older and taller one, noticing it was a FaceTime call,

"JUNIIIEEE!" She shouted into the camera,

"Aaaah, Minnie," he faked her excitement with a smile, "How are you?"

"Now that you've called, I'm doing very well."

"Why not before? What's going on?" Jun started worrying, making the girl chuckle,

"Nothing, don't worry."

"Are you sure? You look tired."

"Wow, thanks-"

"Minnie," he pretended to scold her, making her laugh,

"I know, I know. I think we're all just a bit tired from the week."

"Yeah, well, dancing and singing is actually pretty hard."

"Yep. Thanks for letting me know," both chuckled, "I guess you could say, promotions are Attac-king us," the word left her lips slowly, parting it in the middle.

"Aiii..." Jun sighed, looking everywhere but into the camera, "Who- What voice am I hearing? Who is talking?"

"HA HA," she faked laughing.

"You've been spending too much time with Hoshi..."

"WELL, two members of the performance unit decided to leave, so what on earth am I supposed to do?! HUH?!"

Both of them started laughing, bringing happiness to each other, seeing the other one smile that brightly.

"How's filming going?" Minnie asked after both had calmed down again.

"So far, really well. Everyone's very nice, the food is good, I haven't forgotten TOO many lines yet. So yeah... pretty good."

"Carats are loving you in China... both you and Mungyho. There's not one day where I don't get asked on the Internet, how are Jun and Minghao? What have they told you about being back in China?"

"Well," he flipped his imaginary hair just as Wonwoo came into the room,

"We- oh, you're still on the phone," he noticed, he interrupted the two but got quickly called over by his girlfriend, motioning for him to come closer.

"Hiii," Jun greeted him and waved, the other '96 Liner copying him.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Doing well, you?"

"Yeah, me too," he answered and turned his attention to the girl, "We're ordering lunch, any wishes?" To which she shook her head,

"Nope, just something good."

"Alright," before leaving, he turned back to look at the phone, "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, bye!" Jun answered, saying goodbye to his member leaving the room again.

The phone call lasted for another ten minutes, catching each other up on the smaller things int heir life, before she got called to eat with her roommates.

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