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bertolts · 3 years

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Maddie, I think you've finally done it. I think you've converted me to the Dramione side. Do you have any suggestions for fics?

OwO Oh boy do I. I have so many suggestions but I’ll just link a few that I’ve read and reread. I tend to lean toward angsty romance fics so I’m unsure if I have any fluffy fics. Unsure of what exactly you’re more into but these are some of my faves:

The Rights and Wrongs series by @lovesbitca8 : An excellent series focusing on Hermione’s and then Draco’s POV in a 2 part story of their post-war relationship. It’s filled with intense pining, angst, sexual tension, and slowburn. Part 1 is ‘The Right Thing To Do’ and Part 2 is “All The Wrong Things” Part 3 is a ‘Voldemort Wins’ AU set in the same universe. This part ‘The Auction’ is currently WIP and is quite dark so I’d recommend checking the tags before proceeding. Hermione is captured and sold into the service of Death Eaters. “But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help - and hope - seem to arise from the most unlikely of places.” There’s also a few ficlets/oneshots in this series. (Part 1 & 2 Complete - Part 3 ‘The Auction’ In-Progress)

Wait and Hope by @mightbewriting : Is a fic I love so much I just finished rereading it for the third time this past weekend. It’s a memory loss fic. Hermione loses that past 7 years of her memory and finds herself married to Draco Malfoy. It’s a bitter sweet and angsty fic about Hermione relearning her own life and relationships. Some of the chapters really punch you in the gut. I’m tearing up just thinking about it. (Complete)

Shattered Oaths by @ JustAlongTheMirrorOfErised : Just picked this up this past weekend. “There have always been whispers of old magic in the woods. Some say that you could make a promise to an ancient creature for whatever your heart desires. What the stories never told her is that all magic comes with a price. Hermione could never have known that the oath she broke as a child would threaten to destroy everything that she worked for and everyone that she loves.It all started with the being who spoke to her with words forged from liquid silver. Destiny is just as fickle as it is inevitable.” It’s a Fae AU and it is a delicious slow burn. Draco is a Fae and Hermione essentially stole his magic. together they have to try and restore the imbalance she created before they die or WORSE! It’s the type of trickster dangerous Fae lore too. The whole ‘power in a name’ type of magic(In-Progress)

Bittersweet and Strange by @ UndiscoveredQueen19 : “ Trapped to share the same cursed fate in a world ruled by Voldemort, Draco and Hermione find that their differences are what make them similar and that their flaws are what make them whole. Dramione AU with a Beauty and the Beast twist.” Draco is cursed, Hermione is a desperate order fighter, and the two get bound together and locked inside a manor. Very much angst and fluff. (Complete)

Isolation by @ bexchan : This fic has somehow become a staple to the Dramione community. This takes place post-Half Blood Prince. “ Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so her and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give.” Read this one awhile ago. I think I’m due for a reread because I don’t remember all of the details. (Complete)

Never In Heart by @ In_Dreams : “ Hermione Granger had never anticipated that Draco Malfoy would be her best friend, a decade after the war. She'd also never meant to wind up trapped in a marriage pact, borne of one late night with too much wine. But as his thirtieth birthday draws near, time will either seek to push them together or drive them apart.” This is heavy on the pining and is definitely a Friends to Lovers fic. It’s uber sweet but can get a bit heart-achey at times cause they’re idiots in love. I think this is also the shortest rec I’ve put on this list... (Complete)

Splash of Colour by @ kyonomiko : Here’s a fun short fic rec. This one’s 3 chapters and just recently finished updating. Hermione accidentally has a spell cast on her that makes her see the entire world in a different colour of the rainbow every day. But for some reason Draco is a different colour from everyone else. I thought it was pretty cute. (Complete)

Literally anything and everything that @senlinyu has ever written. Literally all of it. I’ve read every fic they’ve put on AO3. Manacled, All You Want, Love & Other Misfortunes, The Creature Anthology, etc. These works tend to lean towards darker themes, heavy smut or both. They also write a lot of creature fics which is my absolute favourite kind of AU. Sometimes the Omegaverse is traipsed into *coughs shamefully* I blame reylo tumblr for exposing me to that. Love & Other Misfortunes is a Veela!Draco vic and also the first Dramione fic I ever read. I fell in love with it. Manacled is my favourite fic I’ve ever read. Like out of any fandom. It’s so tragic and has what I consider the best portrayal of a morally grey Hermione that I’ve ever seen. However it is VERY dark and can be very triggering so please be careful and check the tags before even attempting to read it.

There are literally hundreds of one shots that I’ve read. Most of the soulmate oneshots are lovely and I’ve gone through the ‘Pining Draco Malfoy’ tag one too many times now. Also the ‘Veela Draco Malfoy’ tag.

I think I’ll cut myself off here. I definitely also recommend going through that list of Dramione fics I just recently reblogged as well. They have a lot of fics on there that are great and I intend to check out some of the ones I haven’t read yet. I really should start utilizing the bookmarks feature on AO3... That would’ve been a lot easier T^T But I had a lot of fun just gushing about some of my favourite fics. Dramione has been such a massive fixation these past 7-8 months.

#dramione #about me #this honestly made me so happy #biowill

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yangsrose · 3 years

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Owo i noticed your requests are open,can I have an angst with street racer haechan based off the song in another life by Katy perry + haechans death from crashing?

Word Count: 2.9k words

Warnings: street races, mentions of alcohol, mentions of tattoos, mentions of making out, character death, angst

Authors Notes: this is my first time writing something like this so if it’s bad i’m sorry akjdfn also i got a bit too carried away hence the fic almost being 3k words o_O

Summer after high school when we first met

You pulled out the old photo book, flipping through the pictures that you had taken that fateful summer. You felt the memories of the summer before the first year of college flash back to you, remembering how carefree and young you were. As you flipped through the pictures, we saw a familiar leather jacket peeking from the corner of one of the images. Tears pooled in your eyes as you saw his face, memories of him flooding your brain.

Lee Donghyuck, or Haechan as everyone called him, was your first actual boyfriend. Sure, you had a few flings with other people throughout the course of your high school, but your first actual relationship was over the summer with a certain purple haired boy that lived across from you.

The day that you met him was forever ingrained in your brain, never letting you forget about him. Your parents had gone on a trip over the summer, leaving you home alone for the entire break. You spent the summer before university just like how anyone normally would, wasting your time by lying around and eating a ton of ice cream. Your summer didn’t truly start until one of your friends convinced you to go to a street race that her friends had invited her to. You were nervous and jittering, not wanting to get caught by anyone by going to the illegal race sites.

You remember sitting in the bleachers and watching the races, feeling an adrenaline rush surge through your body as you watched the cars zip down the gravel road, constantly trying to overtake each other. The hot June breeze blew your hair around, causing there to be more heat than refreshment one usually gains from the wind blowing. You remember watching a certain light blue and white car zip down, and something in you hoped that they would be the one to win. Maybe it was the fact that the colours popped out amongst the other darker cars, or maybe it was the fact that the driver easily maneuvered around the other cars. Whatever it was, your attention was instantly captured.

After the race was done, all the racers stepped out of their respective cars and your friend dragged you to go see her friend that you had attended the race for. As you walked through the multitudes of people, you saw the person in the blue car take off his helmet and shake his hair that was currently flattened from the helmet. As if the world was going in slow motion, you and him made eye contact, and you felt as if you were being tugged to him.

His dark purple hair complemented his tan skin perfectly, giving him a carefree and rebellious look to his doe like eyes. His jacket matched his car, having a white body and bright light blue sleeves, patched adorning them. His pants were an odd combination of light and dark washed stripes, but even after all these years, you have to agree that he was the only person that could pull off wearing those.

While you were still stuck in your trance, you didn’t notice the male walk up to you and stick his hand in front of you. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you had exchanged numbers with each other and even had a date planned out. You felt a giddy feeling rise up in your chest as you drove away later that night, replacing any doubts that you had about going to the race today. You looked back at Haechan from your rearview mirror and saw him wave at you, leading you to replicate the same motion. Even though you had only known him for a span of a few hours, you were truly whipped for him.

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

It was now the beginning of August and summer was almost done. Haechan had asked you out in the beginning of July, which meant that you two had been dating for a month now. He took you on frequent dates, them always ending in the backseat of his car, making out, or on your roof. Even though you were pretty apprehensive about climbing up to the top, Haechan was always there for you, holding out his hand so that you could climb up to the top without getting hurt. He was also the first person that you had even gotten drunk with, him bringing bottles of alcohol to the roof. Yes, some people might label him as a bad influence, but you truly knew the type of person that Haechan was. Even though he made some bad mistakes here and there, he was the sweetest person to exist, never letting anything bad happen to you.

On your 18th birthday, you made a decision that some people might call stupid. You begged Haechan to take you to a tattoo parlor, wanting to get a matching tattoo with him. He denied your requests, saying that you would just regret it later on. But as you pleaded even more, he obligated, taking you on your birthday.

You remember sitting next to Haechan, holding his hand as the repetitive prick left your arm stinging. An hour later, yours and Haechan’s wrists were wrapped up, and you both left the store, walking hand in hand with a small lock and key tattoo permanently inked on your skin.

And for the record, you never regretted that tattoo.

Talk about our future like we had a clue

Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Eleven months into your relationship with Haechan, you both realised that going to different universities would be really hard for the both of you. Between the long nights spent at the library and the hours in internships, you both soon began to cherish any free time that you had together. Haechan still raced, but you spent more time focusing on your school work, leaving for no free time at all. Today was the only day that the both of you finally had free time in your schedules, due it currently being summer break. You and Haechan currently lay in your bed side by side, talking about anything and everything that came to your minds.

“What are you planning on doing after graduating?” Haechan asked you, turning to face you.

“Probably try to get into medical school. You?” you asked, turned your head towards him.

“I’m probably going to go into music.”

“Music?”

“Yeah, I like singing and not to mention, I’m pretty good at it.” Haechan said, smirking in your direction.

“Looks like you’ll have to show me one day.” you said, giving him a coy smile.

“Do you know what else I’ll be doing?”

“Racing?”

“Spending the rest of my life with you.”

You choked on your spit and sat up, not believing what Haechan was saying. The look on his face was one of pure adoration, showing no hints of deception.

“Don’t say stuff like that” you said, shoving his shoulder lightly. Haechan laughed at your response and teased you a bit for your shy attitude. But deep down inside, the both of you knew that you would be willing to spend the rest of your lives together.

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

On your second anniversary, Haechan went all out for your date. He bought you a huge bouquet of roses, and even cooked you dinner, setting the small dining table in your shared apartment to make it seem like you were at a fancy restaurant. You remember Haechan pulling out your chair for you and acting extra dramatic that day, making you laugh at his silly antics. Little did you know, he was actually planning to purpose that night. He fidgeted the entire night, sticking his hand into the pocket that held the velvet box encasing the small metal band.

After dinner and desert were done, Haechan cleared his throat and asked you to listen to a song that he had recorded a bit earlier. You didn’t take much into account because he was always asking you to listen to stuff, wanting to get your opinion on his works. But today, something seemed different. For one, Haechan seemed more jittery, and he kept fidgeting with something in his pocket. You put those all aside and pressed play, the sweet voice of your boyfriend filling the air. Once the song ended, you were met with your boyfriend kneeling on one knee in front of you, holding a dark velvet box containing a small diamond ring, the stones glittering under the bright light in the dining room. Your hands flew up to your mouth and you felt tears form in your eyes, jumping out of your seat to tackle Haechan into a hug. He groaned a bit when you hugged him, but his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him.

Hugging him here, it felt like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on

Someone said you had your tattoo removed

Saw you downtown singing the blues

It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

“Get out.”

“y/n-”

“I said get out.”

Haechan sighed and stormed out of the apartment, grabbing his jacket along with him. You watched him go out, feeling a mix of anger and sadness brew in your stomach. You felt a feeling of anxiety rise in your chest, confusing you at what the feeling meant.

Six months ago when Haechan proposed to you, he vowed to put his racing days aside. He told you that he wanted to start a family with you, and frankly, racing was slowly becoming more and more dangerous, leading to more people dying from crashes that occured during races. You were relieved, feeling happy that he wouldn’t be putting himself at risk anymore. But two weeks ago, you started feeling suspicious of Haechan. He would always give you an excuse of “having to go to the library for schoolwork”. You investigated into the cause of his absence, and when you did, you found out that he was secretly going back and racing , something that he promised you not to do. When you confronted him, all he did was stare at you in disbelief. How did you find out? He was so careful to cover his tracks, but you still managed to figure out what he was doing. Haechan began arguing back, saying that he needed a way to get rid of all the stress that had accumulated on himself from school. Before the both of you knew it, it had just led to Haechan walking out and you sitting on the loveseat, sobbing your eyes out.

Three hours later, it was near midnight and Haechan still wasn’t back home, causing you to get worried for him. Even when you two fought with each other, you always managed to make up with each other, keeping true of not letting the sun go down on your anger. You called his phone multiple times, getting the same message saying that the receiver could not be reached at the time. Your hands started to shake as time went on, and you felt a feeling of anxiety take over you. Just as you were about to grab your coat and go outside to search for Haechan, your phone let up with a notification of someone calling you. You immediately grabbed your phone, saying a small “hello” into the receiver.

“Is this y/n l/n?” the person asked. You nodded your head fervently and listened to what they were saying. When they finished, your phone dropped out of your hands and fell onto the floor with a clattering sound, causing it to resonate around the small room.

Haechan had gotten into an accident while racing and was in the hospital in a critical condition.

You ran out of your house and got into your car, driving at an unreasonably fast speed to the hospital. You rushed over to the front desk, telling the receptionist that you were there for a patient named Haechan. The receptionist told you the room he was in, and you ran off to the room, hoping that you would reach on time before it was too late. Your wish went into vain however, because by the time that you had opened the room’s door, you heard the doctor announce to the nurse to write down the time of death. You felt the world spin around you, and suddenly, everything turned black.

All this money can't buy me a time machine, no

Can't replace you with a million rings, no

I should've told you what you meant to me

'Cause now I pay the price

Two weeks later, you stood in front of the huge headstone that was placed in front of you, feeling the never ending tears well up in your eyes once again. Everyone flocked around you and Haechan’s family, mummering their condolences and placing flowers on his grave.

That night, Haechan had left the apartment in anger. Wanting to find a way to relieve the stress, he went over to the familiar race track, hoping to feel better after racing for a while. He apparently lost control of his car after he swerved to avoid hitting another racer that was ahead of him. The rest of the details were hidden from your mind, you selectively choosing not to listen to what had happened after that.

After the funeral was done, you walked back to your car, feeling as if an immovable weight was placed on your shoulders. You sat in your car, the silence of the environment threatening to swallow you whole. You looked down at your stomach, placing a hand over it.

The day that Haechan died was the day that you took a pregnancy test, realising that you had symptoms of potentially carrying a child in you. You remember waiting to tell him of your news, all of it long forgotten in the process of the events that happened the few days prior. You felt the tears well up once again and you hastily wiped them away, not wanting to break down once more while you were trying to get home. You inserted the key into your car and drove away, your mind clouded with countless thoughts of what you would have to do now.

You just wished you could tell him that you loved him one last time.

In another life

I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

“Mom come on! We have to get going to the ice cream parlor!” you turned around and saw your daughter’s head peek up through the top of the attic, the only thing being seen was her mischievous eyes peeking out.

“Go put on your shoes. I’ll be there soon okay?” you watched as her head left sight, the sound of her hurrying to put on her shoes echoing through the house. You put the photobook back into the box that you pulled it out of, smiling at your past self ten years ago. Your life had changed drastically through those years and even though you still spent days grieving over Haechan, you realised that he taught you to love the little things in life and let loose for once, learning to live in the moment.

You climbed down the attic stairs and walked over to where your daughter was standing, putting on your shoes as well before feeling her tug at your hand. You laughed and let her lead you, not noticing that your necklace had come out from under your t-shirt when you bent down. The light reflecting off of it caused your attention to be captured, scattering multitudes of small multicoloured diamond shapes all over the floor. Your hand clasped onto the dainty ring that was held on by a thin gold chain, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. You looked down at your other hand and saw it being held by your daughter, who you had to admit was the exact same person as Haechan. Her infectious personality and positive attitude reminded you of the days where Haechan would sit next to you for hours on end, helping you with your school work. Even her facial features were the same, the round doe eyes holding bits of mischief in them, lighting up whenever she smiled or laughed.

The sun shone down on the both of you, finally peaking through the clouds as it scattered the light around. You looked up and smiled, something in your heart telling you that it was Haechan’s way of saying “it’s going to be okay.” You smiled and walked into the parlour, because for the first time in almost seven years, life did seem like it was going to be okay.

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years

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Kiss Me | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: A fight between Douxie and the reader attracts some unwanted attention, and the only way out is to kiss. At least in your opinion. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Gender Neutral! Rival!Rreader]

Word count: 1,734

Warnings: fighting, rivalry, tension (owo), a lil’ spicy (bc rivals to lovers, so you know how that goes), swearing

A/N: I used some dialogue prompts from the blogs corvidprompts and dialogue-prompts because witty banter is hard to write

Magic was weird.

It was colourful and glowy, and it lit up the night. Magic was super pretty, but also super noticeable, and that made it really hard to fight your arch-rival in the dark of the night without anyone noticing. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to try.

And try you did! With a blast of blue light, your back collided with a tree, ripping the breath from your lungs.

“Oh, come on Casperan,” you wheezed, “I know you can do better than that,” you paused again to violently cough, supporting yourself with the tree you had hit. The tree was loose.

“Seriously (L/N)?” Hisirdoux emerged from the tree line, “Now is not the time for witty banter,”

“This isn’t banter, it’s flirting. Now keep still, it’s harder to hit you when you move around like that,”

He groaned as you steadied your hands, taking aim at the wizard. He did the same. The two of you moved against each other in sync, letting your magic fly towards your opponent. Red and blue collided in the air, illuminating the night sky with a purple glow for the briefest of moments. Your hits landed, and you were both blown back.

“Ugh,” you groaned, making your way up from the ground, “You… suck,”

“Oh, what, no more witty banter, darling?”

“Ok, you know what? Fuck you, fuck this, when I’m done kicking your ass I’m going out and buying white flowy shirts and tight pants and we’re doing this like proper rivals! You wanna insult me? SEND ME A LETTER,”

“You talk too much,”

“Shut up,”

Red magic threw him back this time, you ran to his body, eager to kick him while he was down. And you did. He groaned, “Ugh, harder dadd-”

“Jesus, Casperan, you could at least buy me dinner first,”

“Cheeky,” he laughed out. You allowed him to rise from the ground, getting yourself into a combative position.

“You’re so strange, you know that,”

“Yeah, I’m not the only one,”

You ran at him, throwing punches and spells in his direction. Red and blue mixed, turning the world around you purple. Eventually, it was enough to knock him onto his back. Unfortunately, he took you with him.

You also landed unfortunately, straddling his lap, “Like I said emo boy,” you exhaled, “Dinner first,”

He made a noise between a groan and a screech, flipping you onto your back and jumping off of you, “Bold of you to assume I could afford that,”

“Oh god, do they not tip in this town?”

“Nope,”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” you let your guard down for a moment, relating to the hell of retail all too well. Douxie, of course, used this against you, taking your legs out with his staff.

“Ahhh, ow. That hurt, you bastard,”

He sighed, kneeling next to you, “You know we could avoid this if you just did as I asked,”

“Never gonna happen,” You sprung up, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to the ground.

“I will smite you,”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, struggling to your feet, “You couldn’t smite a paper towel if it set itself on fire. Get some perspective,”

You threw another spell at him, the red light threw him back a few feet. He crawled to his knees.

“Awwe, Doux you’re on your knees in front of me. Looks like you’ve really hit rock bottom,”

“It might, but I’ve brought a shovel and I’m ready to dig!”

“You really didn’t understand what I meant,”

You lifted your fists, red light surrounded them, Douxie did the same, still on his knees. His frame was illuminated with blue light.

“I should’ve left you on the street corner where I found you,” he said, preparing to curse you. ��BUT YA DIDN’T,” you wasted no time, springing at him from your spot. This time it was Douxie who hit a tree.

“C’mon now Doux,” you stalked over to the wizard, “Why do you hate me so much? Is it really you? Or did Merlin tell you I was a big bad bad influence and you instantly believed him?”

Douxie growled, “That’s enough. Get out of Arcadia (L/N),”

“Awe, but I was just starting to like it here,” you smirked, “Just tell me,” you dragged out the last word, “Why do you want me gone so badly?”

“Because you’re a threat!” the wizard sprung up and threw a spell your way. It just missed you, but there was no time to celebrate. Another curse was headed your way,

“You have no morals! You don’t care about anyone but yourself!” Douxie’s magic shot out at you. With each spell, his control lessened, the blue light becoming more and more chaotic, and more and more of a threat.

You too were losing control of the situation, and now you were struggling to regain it, mostly through banter.

“That’s not true! I care about my dog,” Your response only enraged the wizard further, making the situation worse. More spells came your way. You did the only thing you could and kept dodging, backing up and away from Douxie, who advanced on you. It was becoming more and more clear that Merlin was not a card you should have played.

“You don’t take anything seriously! You’re cruel and unusual, and,” Douxie stopped talking. You took the moment to catch your breath, staring down your opponent. Usually, the rivalry between you and the wizard was light-hearted, but the look in his eyes told another story. Your heart sunk as you realized he might actually hate you.

The thought made you sick. Did you even want to keep fighting if that was the case?

You didn’t.

So, when Douxie came at you, you did nothing. You just stood there as he advanced, backing you into yet another tree and pining your arms above your head. You gasped slightly, feeling your heartbeat pick up speed in your chest, the sound of it roared in your ears. Could he hear that? You hoped not.

He leaned closer to you, his lips beside your ear. You pressed your eyes shut. If he hated you, what came next? This was a very strange way to kill someone.

“You’re cruel and unusual, and you keep distracting me,” “What!?”

“I said, you keep-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Archie’s voice nearly drew a scream from you, “But someone is coming!”

You took a moment to curse the light show that was magic before looking around. You could see bushes moving nearby. Someone was definitely headed your way.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Archie, hide,” Douxie’s familiar did as he asked while you pondered what the hell to do next. If anyone found you and Douxie in this position it would raise a lot of questions. There was only one thing you could think to do. It would also raise questions, but hopefully, there would be fewer of them because there were no other options.

“Kiss me,”

“What?”

There was no time. Whoever it was was only moments from finding the two of you.

So, you broke from the wizard’s hold, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was soft. His body was warm. Your eyelids fluttered closed as you moved a hand from his face to the back of his neck. His hands moved too, finding their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

The two of you moved in perfect sync as if the universe had made you for each other. The kiss became more passionate, stealing your breath and making your heartbeat even faster than before. Sparks ran through your body, demanding more, more what you didn’t know. Every nerve was on fire. Your body burned like an ember smouldering in the night.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t focus all of your being into the kiss, as much as you wished you could. You stated alert, listening for whoever had come to investigate the bright lights in the forest. You said a little thank you to the gods when the person missed you entirely and disappeared back into the trees.

And then you cursed them because that meant you had to separate yourself from Douxie.

Your lips came apart, leaving both of you breathing heavily. You shut your eyes again and brought your forehead to rest on his chest. He didn’t let go of you. If anything, he only brought you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“So,”

You looked up at him, “That was nice,”

“It was totally nuclear,”

You smiled slightly, before moving your hands from his neck to encircle his waist, “I’m sorry. For what I said about Merlin, I’m sorry,”

“I’m sorry too, love. For everything, all of this. I-I didn’t mean-”

“I know,”

“And I know you care about the world outside of you, and your dog and-”

“Douxie?”

“Yeah?”

“Just shut your mouth and kiss me again,”

The wizard did what you told him. This time, you let yourself melt into it.

The kiss was too short in your opinion, but you had more questions, “So, I guess you don’t hate me, huh?”

“(Y/N), darling, I could never hate you. I think you’re amazing. You’re so strong, and fearless, and you’re one of the most skilled magic users I’ve ever met. You distract me because you’re just so-”

“Beautiful,” you cut him off, not talking about yourself, but rather to yourself about Douxie.

“Yeah, that,”

You kissed again, this time, the length was more satisfactory.

“So, what do we do now?”

“I still wanna go to dinner sometime. And I’m getting the bill because the tips in this town suck,”

“I-”

“No, seriously, I got it. I invested in Apple back in the day,”

“You’re brilliant,”

“Thanks, I know,”

The two of you shared a smile, reveling in the moment until a small cough came from one of the bushes.

“Oh, yeah, hey Arch,”

“Hi, Douxie. (Y/N),”

“Hey Archie, how are you?”

“I’m just fine, but right now Douxie and I need to get back into town. The bookstore won’t guard itself,”

“It literally will with warding, but ok,”

“Go home with your familiar emo boy, your bookstore needs you,”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be around. I’ll pick you up sometime on Saturday for dinner?”

“Nuclear,”

You giggled again, pecking him on the lips one more time before letting him go.

“Goodnight. Casperan,”

“Goodnight, (L/N),”

#hisirdoux x reader #douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux imagine #toa douxie #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #fluff #angst #slight angst #rivals to lovers #enemies to lovers #kissing #hugging #tension #fighting #magic

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needleanddead · 3 years

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OwO what's this about additional murdermen??

i do not have any full-colour full body proper art of them because they are definitely not as FLESHED OUT as van or even constance (although vague iterations of them have been around for longer), but i will give some VAGUE descriptions, tw for eye trauma/cannibalism/general grossness.

lucas (surname unknown although the dog tags DO indicate that it begins with an 's'. sometimes referred to just as 'the general'). this is the murderman i vaguely mentioned with rose who really just wants a cute little house spouse to take care of boring household chores and also-- well, y'know. former 'military' man (what military? unknown. possible war criminal? definitely done some TERRIBLE things). had to eat human flesh once whilst on A Job to stop himself from starving and it honestly just broke something in him. lives in a house in the middle of the wilderness he built himself and kills anything that comes close for sustenance, whether that be animal or person. unless the thing that comes close meets his preferred type of captive/house spouse, in which case (: hope you like cooking and cleaning and being doted on. 48, 6'4'', strong in a terrifying way. actually kind of a softie if you meet his standards, remain loyal, and don't set off his hair-trigger temper. doesn't EXACTLY live ‘off the grid’ (he’s too fond of creature comforts like good whiskey), but definitely doesn't go out of his way to see other people.

(he lives in one of van’s haunts. he’s cordial and polite despite the hunting; but van admires that only kills for food and not for pleasure, so the two of them . . . aren’t enemies. he is not from the southern US as far as i know but he has that accent anyway, picked up in his . . . career.)

cass [cassian march, though this art still says cassius. changed bc i didn’t want two characters ending with ‘s’ and lucas’ name suits him too much]. 28, 5'10, strong but by possibly inhuman means? horrible drunkard layabout, burnt out child genius artist, hobby photographer. lives in a rapidly declining rambling country pile. missing his left eye. lost it in an accident when he was nineteen and got VERY mad about it because well . . . he's an artist. made a deal with some inhuman things to regain his sight ; his eye socket remains empty but . . . his vision is somehow perfect when the patch does get taken off, which he mainly does to make his Art (painting was his forte, but now he much prefers photography). what he's really looking for is his perfect model; one he doesn't have to strip layers of skin and muscles and tendons from to photograph the real beauty. one who doesn't have to scream or cry for him to see how pretty they are.

sometimes he hears whispering like it's coming from hundreds of tiny voices as if it's emanating from within his eye-socket; it bleeds when he gets over-excited. The spirits inside his eye like to talk to him. he and van . . . get on. which is to say that van considers himself a patron of the arts (as faeries are likely to do), and cass is definitely an artist.

he's a hobby photographer because he lives off savings he made whilst his parents were carting him around the world as a Child Prodigy Novelty. he's not foolish enough to actually show anyone the photography/art he's doing now (even riches and a good name can't get you out of a murder conviction when there's irrefutable proof) . . . though he fully thinks he's an artistic genius and expects to be venerated after his death.

(FVJKNJN the whore-coded thing is a joke about how anime characters who have their bottom lashes drawn like that are 'whore-coded')

#🦇 pip squeaks #🦇 pip ocs #lucas tag #cass tag #cass is honestly such a horrible little creacher i despise him the most fgnbkjfgjkn #hes a WEASEL

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daimonhalos · 3 years

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And though it was real, it doesn't feel like it could be

Read on Ao3!

Part of Skephalo week! → Day 2 – Family (and diamonds too in a way)

Word Count: 2.421

Characters: Badboyhalo, Skeppy, (kid!)Sapnap

Pairing(s): Skephalo (up to interpretation owo)

Warning(s): Fire (tell me if I missed any)

Summary: Sapnap gets help from both their dads setting up the perfect father's day gift for each of them, while still keeping it a secret from both.

A/N: Me? Writing fluff? Mark the day on the calendar. Okay guys, gals and cooler pals, there's some sweetness ahead so be aware of that. Also, I got a little philosophical towards the end, pardon me, happens often, I hope I made any sense. Hope you enjoy!

✾

❝ It won't be long 'til you are grown

- I love you so

- I love you, too

So I'll stay right here with you. ❞

Sapnap had tugged at Skeppy's hoodie for the fourth time in a row.

« Okay, okay, you little pest. » the latter picked up his son in his arms, adjusting him before he continued to walk along a familiar path.

« Can I carry your pick? » the hope in the young boy's voice caused a smile to creep on his face as he stopped to ponder one second: all things considered, they were just going for a little stroll around – at least that was what they had told Bad – so there was no harm in allowing him that until he had to start mining himself.

It didn't take long to find a cave entrance, standing out thanks to the looming darkness that crept up the cobblestone and deepened the more you stared at it. Skeppy let Sapnap down, branding his sword and pickaxe for good measure.

« Now, first I'm going to clear out the entrance from possible mobs, then we can proceed with our torches. » he sat down a crafting table, leaving his son to his favourite part of the job: lighting sticks up.

A little more than a year or so earlier, Sapnap had begun showing the first signs of fire magic, surely not to their surprise; that had granted them a trip to the nether, which allowed the kid to come to terms with the flames easier than how he had been stumbling his way through sparkles in the overworld.

Skeppy had shot a shocked look at Bad when he oh so nonchalantly let Sapnap fall into lava, all wide eyes and panic rising to his chest. His heart had certainly stopped for several seconds, but his companion only stared at the fluid substance as though he were expecting something, a grin stapled on his face.

And then Sapnap had risen above the surface, body completely unaltered, giggling and making his way across the reddish-yellow sea.

He was sure it had taken multiple minutes, a couple of which were simply him yelling at Bad for the lack of warnings, and various check-ups on the child before he could have been entirely convinced he had just witnessed all of that.

There Sapnap was now, confidently working with fire in the overworld, currently on his quest to get his other dad the prettiest gift he could muster with Skeppy's help.

The latter had gone a couple of steps into the cave, making a path for them to follow where mobs couldn't have reached before returning to his son, grabbing a handful of the torches he prepared.

« Let's light up our path, so we don't get lost, okay? »

« Mhm! »

Really, it was far too adorable: Skeppy's torches were followed by a trail of other ones placed at a far shorter height. The kid's free hand had been lit up the entire time too, a sort of signal to notice when they were running out of light source.

« Dad, look! » Sapnap pointed towards the ground, shimmering diamonds wedged in the stone right below their eyes.

« This early? That's a first. » a smile crept on the boy's face as Skeppy ruffled his hair. « I should bring you here more often if you get this lucky. »

The kid's eyes shone brighter than the gems around them. « Will you? »

The man seemed to consider for a dramatically long moment. « Nah. »

« Oh, come on! »

« I know you want to, Napi, but I can literally hear Bad yelling at me from the future. »

Sapnap grumbled something under his breath about “never letting him have fun” and “just wanting to help”, which caused an amused look on his dad's part.

After collecting the last remaining diamonds and some redstone because “that's one of dad's favourite colours”, they made their way back home, definitely not stopping in the middle of the forest because oh my gosh is that a nether portal?

« Don't even think about it. »

« But dad, we need something more! »

« I don't think netherrack works for a bracelet, Napi. »

« No, no, no. » Sapnap stopped in his tracks, pulling the hand he had been holding towards him. « We need netherite! »

That made Skeppy do a double-take, before turning around and kneeling down to meet his son's eyes. « Sapnap, I am not going to risk our lives for- »

« Are you scared? »

That damned smirk.

« Wow. » Skeppy sat back up. « You know the piglins don't like me, it's a sensitive topic. » he pretended to be offended, but felt the umpteenth tug on his arm.

« Pretty please? » now. Now a specific thing about raising a kid with someone, is that they're eventually going to pick up someone's antics. And, really, none had asked the little kid to pick up Bad's puppy eyes so well, but there he was, making Skeppy doomed to agree with him.

He checked on his pickaxe's status. « We go in, we take some quartz and then we leave, okay? »

Sapnap nodded heavily, expression determined, before sprinting to the portal.

Skeppy didn't have the time to reach him to get to the other side together, that he stopped for a moment, as the kid slowly disappeared before him.

« Love you, dad! »

His heart melted, just like the first time he heard that, or the second, like the time he comforted him after getting hurt, or sleep-drunk after a nightmare. It always softened him.

Skeppy followed after him and decided that, maybe, a trip to hell may have been a little worth it.

By the time they reached home, the sky had begun to darken and the figure of a concerned demon hurried over the entrance of their abode, decreasing his height to meet his family properly.

« What took you so long? » with an arm already secured around Sapnap as he lifted him up, Bad took some of Skeppy's tools to free him of the weight.

« It's a secret! » the kid revealed, shaking a leather sachet in one of his hands mischievously.

The demon's face fell. « Did you guys go mining? » it was kind of funny how his voice could become so high-pitched with disbelief despite his, at first glance, terrifying looks.

Skeppy shrugged as Sapnap freed himself from the half-hug of his dad, snagging the tools out of his hand to place them down in a chest and run to the kitchen afterwards. « Like he said, it's a secret. »

Bad walked towards him, giving him a once-over while grimacing. « You don't look too good, either. » he pressed his lips on the other's temple to check for any temperature rise, leaving a quick kiss afterwards. « Did you stay too long under the sun? »

« I'm just fatigued, no worries. » he gifted him a smile not to concern him further. « I'm going to nap for a while to fix that. »

The moment Bad stepped in the kitchen, he found a very pensive Sapnap staring up at the ingredients placed messily on the cupboards.

« Well, hello, chef Pandas. » he knew how much his son loved it when he messed around with the little voices he could make. « What are you going to delight us with today? »

« I want to make a beach picnic for dad! »

His eyes lit up. « That does sound very nice, may I assist? »

« Yeah! I can cook food up! »

« Sure Pandas, maybe when you learn not to get hurt first. »

It was an eventful evening of packing up different delicacies for that day's dinner, along with everything needed to set it down and protect it from undesired sand.

The surprise trip hadn't been that much of a surprise for Skeppy, as he knew exactly the direction towards which they were heading, having learnt it by heart thanks to the numerous amount of times they spent at the beach, even before they had let Sapnap in their family.

It had all fallen into a quiet tranquillity, after they mob-proofed the area and were done eating, telling each other sea-related stories.

« Like that one time your dad tried to stand still on a boat and ended up falling in the water two seconds after. » Bad snickered as Skeppy shot him a look.

« Actually, if I remember correctly, you were the one to miserably fall and turn your boat upside down. »

The kid could already picture the mini fight about to come, so he sat himself back comfortably.

« No, no, no. You were all like “Oh Bad, why don't we”- »

« This is ridiculous. »

« “-why don't we race towards that sand while standing!”»

« I did not say that- »

« Yes you did! »

« Wow, the lies. »

He broke the situation up with his sudden epiphany. « Gifts! » Sapnap yelled, having his parents turn to him immediately, as he fumbled for the leather sachet from earlier that day and handed it to Bad.

The latter blinked a few times and accepted the item in his hands, carefully undoing the tied up string around it: out of it fell a bracelet of black leather with three gems sitting together in the middle: redstone, quartz and diamond.

« Oh my gosh … »

« Happy Father's Day! » the kid sat up and leapt into Bad's arms to be pulled in a tight hug.

« You didn't have to do this, is that why you went out today? » he exchanged a quick glance with Skeppy who was simply admiring the soft scene. « Thank you so much, both of you, this is so sweet, I adore it. » he kept complimenting, as Sapnap released him to put the bracelet on Bad's arm himself.

He then turned towards the other, a grin creeping up on his face. « As for your gift … »

« Oh no, » Skeppy put his hands up defensively, before giggling. « Please, spare me. »

His son exchanged a look with Bad, both standing up to place a sort of vertical wooden pane on the side of the fire, and positioning themselves so the shadows of their hands could appear on the wood.

« Welcome to the ultimate shadow play! » the kid opened his arms theatrically. « Tonight, we will be telling the story of the Bravest Hero of the Nether! » Bad accompanied the explanation with various mouth sound effects.

Skeppy could hold it together, surely he didn't have his head in his hands already because of how adorable it all already looked.

The story had been a dramatic retelling of all the time they had spent in the nether on different occasions, with a specific focus on Skeppy, completely told out of Bad's shadow figures on wood, the occasional sound effects and Sapnap's incredible storytelling along with some firey visual effects here and there.

« And that is how, ultimately, he crossed paths with the Nether again, to collect quartz alongside his trusted warrior Sapnap. »

Bad dropped his arms. « You went to the nether without me?»

Okay, he had a point.

It was a little unnerving how the netherfolk didn't seem to like Skeppy that much, they would tolerate Sapnap despite his humanoid features, but rest assured with Bad around, they were always respected.

Which was a synonym of never attacked on sight.

Sapnap beat Skeppy in an apology. « I'm sorry, I ran towards the portal cause I really wanted to get the quartz myself, so dad went with me. We will tell you next time. »

The demon only sighed at the puppy eyes his son made at him. « Alright, I will accept that, but know that that expression doesn't work with me. » he then ruffled his hair, as the kid winked at his other dad, who mouthed him a grateful “thank you”.

Needless to say, the show was over and it didn't take long before Sapnap was sound asleep between his dads.

Switching from looking at the sea to the night sky, Skeppy let out a small breath. « Do you believe in fate, Bad? »

« Mh? Why the question? » he loved his soft spoken voice.

Careful not to wake his son up, he stroked Sapnap's hair.

« When we found him. The night before the sky was so clear you could see the planets. The fireplace had been flickering brighter than before the entire night and the day after you somehow knew you had to go to the nether. »

Bad seemed to consider, humming low. « Well, you see. The thing about coincidences is that humans set an objective number onto them, ignoring the fact that events are always subjective to the people that they happen to. One could see a myriad of facts linked together that actually have nothing to do with each other. »

« Or, have just a couple that do? »

He nodded. « You're following me. But where I want to go is: there's few beings, humans comprehended, that have the gift of speaking and a very specific type of intelligence that can bring us to question complicated things, such as your sense of self. So it is only logical to think that we're the ones to create these connections and notice them if we think too hard about them. »

« Isn't noticing connections the point? »

« Not if we are the ones to make them. We link events up ourselves. Thus, in a sense, I kind of believe fate to be artificial. »

Skeppy shrugged. « I mean, we did come up with the word … »

That pulled a chuckled out of Bad. « You're a muffinhead. But yea, I'm not saying believing in fate is dumb and you shouldn't do it. Wouldn't you believe in something you made for yourself, if it's good for you? So if you want to think Sapnap was destined to find his way to us in any circumstance, that's really nice. I like the thought. »

They both looked down at the kid, silence only broken by Skeppy's small snort when Sapnap snuggled closer, muttering an “I love you” in amidst his dreams.

« It is really nice. »

#skephaloweek2021 #skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #sapnap #fanfic #purp's writings #long post #im a little late today yeet

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mixedsnape · 3 years

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Snapemas day 3: Smiles

In December, on the half day just before Christmas break, they were making presents for their parents in class. Most kids made glittery picture frames or salt dough ornaments, felt stockings or construction paper snowflakes. He didn’t know what to make, so he sat in the corner and pushed around the wooden beads on his desk.

[owo I only finished this at like 4 in the morning so its. late. also uh Tobias is here, but theres no like. Abusive stuff going on.]

@deepperplexity

3. Smiles

Severus' dad was scary. He never knew when his dad would be mean or nice, if he would come home with a big frown and start yelling and throwing things or if he would come with a grin and a gift from work. He liked when his dad was happy, he could deal with his dad being mad, but he never knew what to do when he was quiet.

He knew when winter was coming, not just because he had to bundle up in his mums old coats to go to school, but because his dad would start getting quiet. He stopped being angry and happy and sometimes wouldn’t even talk to him. He would come home and lock himself in his room. He didn’t even come down for dinner sometimes.

His mum told him once that dad was like a bear. When winter came, he just got tired is all and they had to do a little more around the house so he could rest. So Severus made sure to be extra quiet around the house and to pay attention in school and help his mum make dinner at night, so that when his dad got home, maybe he could be happy.

But winter came every year, and his dad went quiet anyways, taking his bottles up to his room at night and gone before he woke up in the morning. Some days, he didn’t leave his bed. And Severus couldn’t do anything about it.

“Severus?” his teacher, Sister Catherine, came up to his desk, kneeling down to see what he was doing, “Have you decided what to make?”

He shrugged, hoping she would move on, but she didn’t seem to take the hint. “Well, you could use those beads to make a bracelet for your mummy? Or you could come make an ornament?”

“It's fine,” he really didn’t want to go over to make something with the other kids. Most of them didn’t like him.

“Well you can’t just make nothing,” She picked him up out of his desk, ignoring his little yelp, “Find something!”

Severus nodded, mostly because he knew he didn’t have a choice.

He looked around the class for something easy, something he didn’t have to try on. He didn’t want to even touch the salt dough, he didn’t like the sound of the construction paper being cut, the glitter-

The glitter? He went over to the bottles of glitter, sparkling in the dull classroom light, beside the pompoms and sequins and pipe cleaners. He picked one up and shook it, watching the light catch on the different little pieces as they moved. It made him smile, just a little, and he had an idea of what to make.

He scrambled across the table to grab the big, nearly empty sequin jar and dumps a whole pile of glitter into it. Then, he grabs another colour of glitter and dumps that in too. He shakes the jar around to mix everything up and he thinks it looks amazing.

Severus looks around for something else to put in, to make it even better. He grabs the wooden beads from off his desk, a few of the mismatch coloured legos from the play area, and a few of the colourful push pins off the teacher's desk (when she wasn't watching). He puts them all together in the jar until it’s half full with colours and sparkles and it makes a loud clinging noise whenever he moves it. He’s too caught up in watching everything move together to realize Sister Catherine is coming up behind him.

“What have you made, Severus?” She asks, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Its um,” He looks at it and bites his lip, “It’s a pretty jar. For my dad.”

“It’s pretty!” Sister Catherine grabs for the jar and Severus can’t do anything to stop her. She holds it up to the light to see the glitter and tries not to frown when she sees the thumbtacks. She shakes the jar and hears it jingle, “this is so nice, Severus! But you know what would be nice? If we could make it a little bit quieter.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I think it looks really nice, but maybe your dad would appreciate a little quiet?” She holds his hand and brings him away from the desk and to the classroom sink, “If we fill it with water, we can watch the glitter and the... colours fall without it being so loud.”

Severus nods, and she helps him lift the jar up into the sink basin and fill it up. Once it’s full, it’s too heavy and slippery to lift it out, so she has to help him again to carry it over to his desk and he really hopes he doesn’t look as embarrassed as he feels.

Sister Catherine tells him they’re going to start cleaning up to finish off the day, and Severus spends the rest of the day staring at the glitter and wanting to hurry up and go home.

At the end of the day, he puts on his coat and shoes and promises his teacher he doesn’t need any help carrying the jar and he sets off.

He knows the way home, he’s walked home every day since he was old enough to know how, and he goes a good few streets without slowing down, but now he’s being weighed down by the heavy jar and the cold. He can tell that he’s moving slower than normal and it only makes him want to move faster so he can get home already!

He doesn’t want to stop for anything but halfway home, he can feel himself slowing to a crawl and the jar is getting colder and colder in his hands, freezing his fingers. He stops for a moment to check on his jar and can see the glass fogging from the inside, the water beginning to freeze.

Something flips in his brain and he panics, trying to think of a way to stop it from freezing. Without really thinking, Severus lifted up his jacket and slid the cold glass jar up to his belly, holding it through the fabric and getting back up to speed. He clutched the jar tight, mind racing as kids' minds are wont to do, trying his best to keep it warm in the freezing cold. If it froze, he couldn't give it to his dad, couldn’t show him how pretty it was, how hard he worked on it, and then how was he supposed to cheer him up? How was he supposed to help?

Severus squeezed the jar until his arms hurt, from the weight and the pressure and the cold, until his chest stung from the glass pressing up against it and he could feel his body heat warming it. He just kept thinking, what if he could make his dad smile? If he could make him happy again? If he could be the one to make things better?

He's almost home, he swears almost there and the jar is finally warm and it's getting warmer and warmer until it’s hot and he’s holding it to stave off the cold from himself (and doesn’t see the slowly spreading glow coming off of it). The heat gives him that little push he needs to turn the corner onto his street, skidding on the frozen street and huffing up to his door, panting and knocking real loud so his mum can let him in.

“Severus?” the door swings open and his mum is standing over him, tired and smiling and worried all in one, “Were you supposed to get out early today?”

He nods, still gulping air and he’s so thankful when his mum pulls him inside and out of the cold. He toes off his shoes and carefully peels off his jacket, making sure not to drop the jar and turned to his mum, "Is dad home?"

She nods and he doesn't say anything about how that means his dad didn't go to work that day, instead asking, "Can I see him?"

"I suppose so, just behave yourself," His mum looked him over, eyeing the jar in his hands, "What is that?"

"I made dad a present in class today," he lifted it to show her, “I wanted to give it to him."

She looked between him, the jar and the stairs for a minute, then sighed, telling him to go ahead.

Severus tried not to run up the stairs, but he wanted to see his dad now and having to run everywhere was so slow! So he bounced up the stairs and into his parents room, completely forgetting to knock until the door was already swung open and he was staring into the dark room, the only light coming in from the open door.

He could hear his own breathing and the creak of the floor when he walked over to his parent’s bedside, to his dad, curled up under the blanket and facing away from him.

“Dad?” He nudged his shoulder, “Are you awake?”

He moved, shrugging off Severus’ hand, but didn’t answer.

“Dad,” he tried a little bit louder, “Daaad.”

“What, boy?” his dad grumbled, turning his head just slightly. He couldn’t see Severus, but it was at least a sign he was listening to him.

“I- well,” He lifted the jar up a little higher, steeling himself, “I made you something in class. I wanted to give it to you.”

His dad was quiet for a long moment, but sighed, picking himself up a little bit and turning to face him, to see what he’d brought. He looked at Severus, eyes squinting in the dark, and then to the jar, face twisting. “What is that?”

“It’s a... jar.” He held it up to the light and shook it so his dad could see all the glitter and sequins and blocks and beads he had put inside and he swore it didn’t shine like that at school, but maybe it was just the hallway light going through it, “I thought it looked nice and maybe it would help cheer you up!” His dad sat up fully, so he held the jar out for his dad to take. As soon as the jar was out of his hands, he felt how cold the room was and wondered just how hot the jar actually was. “I hugged it the whole way hope to make sure it didn’t freeze!”

The jar looked a lot smaller in his dad’s hands, but he was staring at it, watching the beads and glitter fall through the water. Severus couldn’t help the pride he felt when his dad’s lip twitched just a little in the corner. His dad, even if he was still quiet and tired, smiled at him and Severus beamed.

“It’s great, Sev. Thanks.”

#cannibal.me #snapemas2020 #snapemas #severus snape #tobias snape #also snape went to catholic school and i refuse to believe other wise #cw for umm parent depression #snapedom #organizing tags>#snape #tobias #fic #why is this LONGER wtf #also lowkey accidental magic bc he like super charged that jar #smth smth dont ex[ect good things from me

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cal-cium-the-nerd · 4 years

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fanfic ideas for mol 2

update i guess? part 1

Zach brings a dragon egg home after one of his Escapades (he tends to go out ‘incognito’ to fight monsters every once in a while to de-stress) and Zorian and him end up raising it.

a fic about Alanic and Lukav’s younger days. i have a few notes for this one but i don’t know whether to give details since it’s one of those fics i’d like to write someday (someday...) (although i’d really love to see what other people come up with)

an AU/Canon Divergence where ‘souls have colours and are more easily seen by those with soul sight’, and after Zach and Zorian’s soul-meshing accident, their souls turned out to be… somewhat curious, to the casual onlooker. Something like, if Zach’s soul was red and Zorian’s soul was blue, then now their souls are sort of purple?? like Zach would still be a bit more red than purple and same with Zorian, but when they’re standing side by side anyone with soul sight would be able to tell something’s up and think that maybe they’re lovers who figured out a soulbonding ritual without the drawbacks?? because they’re not linked but their souls are.. compatible? they kind of just fit with each other. basically they become the very first (and only) soulmates ever. Quatach-Ichl, Alanic, Silverlake- They’re all convinced at first glance that these two are Inseparable and A Set (also we don’t technically know if soul sight doesn’t work like this so it could be canon).

on the soulmate AU thingy (i’m never gonna let it rest am I? jfc. i really should write this damn fic so i can get it out of my head), what if they’re the first-words kind of soulmates, but their words are the ones they first say to each other in Zorian’s first loop (i dunno if the original zorian would have the words for this one, so uhh maybe). They’re both very confused by it (since technically they’ve known each other for 2 years and those aren’t the first words they say to each other) but Zach kind of figures it out before the month ends? because he knows about the time loop and stuff. maybe he invites Zorian to the ball and tries to be all charming because he thinks Zorian will stop being his soulmate at the end of the month (i don’t know how soulmates work okay? neither does zach) (they’d still end up fighting QI and all). Zorian hates Zach a lot because he’s stuck with ‘Hot, isn’t she?’ and honestly what a dumbass. Zach’s also mad because ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ is so fucking vague.

A crossover fic/series?? (i literally have this one under the name ‘EVIL PLOT’ because it started as me thinking of fics that could bring more people into mol/mostly crossovers) Basically ZZ obtain immortality (eventually) and then keep learning dimensionalism. After many years they figure out how to breach a passage to other dimensions. Then, in a very Ikosian manner, they try to visit all magical dimensions to steal learn their magic. Maybe a few funny shenanigans about ZZ being all scandalized by the way less rigorous magic systems work (stuff like ‘you just... picture it in your head and it happens?’ ‘you say this phrase and magic happens? like, perfectly??? in the first try???? what have i been practicing shaping exercises for centuries for’).

There are many settings they could visit, but wouldn’t it be really amusing for them to visit Hogwarts?? They’d be like owo magic academy teach us your skills or we’ll attack you for knowledge and dumbledore or whoever insists that they have to learn the proper way so they have to get sorted and attend class with 11 year olds (here there are two possibilities: possibility 1- ZZ are grown ups learning alongside 11 year old children OR possibility 2- ZZ got to immortality a tiny bit late and they ended up making a youth potion. They... might have miscalculated things a little bit, and they end up as 15 year olds for ETERNITY).

ALSO Zach would clearly be a Gryffindor, but I’m not really sure whether Zorian would be a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin??? Like he fits Ravenclaw a little bit better, but it’d be hilarious for Zach to hear people say that ‘slytherins are evil and dangerous’ and being all like ‘well he’s dangerous, sure, but I wouldn’t go as far as to call him evil, y’know?’ and them being adorable interhouse husbands (immortal husbands shenanigans immortal husbands shenanigans immortal husbands shenanigans immortal husbands shenanigans immortal husb-).

(ps: do not talk to me about she-who-must-not-be-named, i am currently pretending the harry potter books just came into existance by spontaneous generation one day).

#mother of learning #mother of learning fanfiction #fanfiction ideas #i get really excited planning/ thinking out fics and then i never write them because they're so many and i'm so smol #they're like looming over my bed when i try to sleep and i feel like a bullied child #so here now it's on the internet therefore public property or whatever #they can loom over everyone else too now

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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— sam’s match-ups masterlist

hi! if you sent in a match-up ask, you can find ‘em all here! if you sent off anon, i have just tagged you and added the link to the post. if you sent as anon/anon with identifying emoji, i included your description along with the link. this post will be constantly updated as i continue to post my match-ups! thank you and i hope you all enjoy your match-ups!!

— @hqprotectionsquad . . .

— anon . . . ❝ could i get a matchup🥺 with 2 boys~ i'm 4'9, i'm really tiny and i've been told i have really nice hair hehe personality wise i've been told i'm really gentle and calming, i had a teacher that said my voice is "serene" and "soothing" >__< i'm the mom friend of the group🥰 i'm quite the introvert, i enjoy just staying home with some takeout, studying quietly or playing acnh underneath all my blankets.. i'm quite fond of hugs and cuddling and forehead kisses too though😚😚💞💞💞 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ could i request for a matchup?🥺 i'm about 5'3, my friends always say i'm the perfect height to hug 🤗 i have long hair till my waist that i dyed a rose-gold colour, i like wearing green or grey contacts because i like the way they make my eyes look. i have a resting b!tch face though...i'm not very approachable because of it😭 i've been playing netball for about 6 years now and i'm quiet irl i guess, but off the court and when i'm comfy, i'm quite the goodball🤙🏻🤙🏻 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ grats for 500! I'd like to request a matchup w 3 ppl pls! Im female, 5'2, i LOVE volleyball! i play wing spiker but i used to play setter, i loved setting for my besties in hs after training. I like to work out, read books & study. i clean my room every morning cos i like neat things, my closet's organized. i have dark brown eyes and thick thighs, proud of em! i also dance, im flexible, and im taking journalism. i wanna play pro vb in the future but tbh 158.5cm's too short, but im not giving up! ❞

— ⭐️ 🌸 anon . . . ❝ Hey hey! If ur still doing the matchup event i would love one!! Im a short gal with wavy dark hair and green eyes. I wear makeup p often esp red eyeshadow and black winged eyeliner (bc im an egirl until i DIE). Speaking of egirl i dress in black and with a chain most of the time but i also randomly flip into floral soft girl hours?? As for personality im really energetic once im comfortable and i love people who can match that energy, esp bc i get anxious rlly easily so i need someone . . . who will help keep me calm and happy when my drive for success gets a lil out if hand lmao. I’m also v combative towards ppl who i think are disrespectful! I love classic novels and watching foreign movies, but I also LOVE sports and get rlly hype abt them. I also LOVE music esp metal but i can and WILL vibe to literally anything esp if its during a workout (bc i live at the gym and someone spotting my squats is so romantic 2 me 🥺). A match w/ 2 boys would be sick, tysm in advance! ❞

— anon . . . ❝ Im medium height with long brown hair and sharp features. I like drawing, reading, cooking. I’m rather chill and level-headed, i’m usually the one to fix objects and solve problems, I avoid drama. I’m compassionate and caring but sometimes indifferent. I like mountains, art galleries, concerts, cello and graphic design. I’m adaptable and open to learning new things but I don’t like changing my routine too much. + 1 male character. ty for this and congrats on 500 followers!!! you deserve it ❞

—anon . . . ❝ hihi!!!! congrats on 500!! i lov ur content sm.. akfjag im asking for a two chara match up!!! im 5'3 and i have pink hair,, i switch between so many hobbies LOL i play volleyball and softball,, and i love singing and painting!! i have a really cottagecore aesthetic and i love baking things for people!!!!! im really energetic and v bratty over text but i get flustered so easily in person,, i hope youre having a good day//night !!!!!! ty for ur fics ❞

— 🐧 anon . . . ❝ match up please!!🥺 2 characters n no gender preference!! im a tall (around 184cm) kinda chubby girl w/ shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin w/ a lot of moles n i wear glasses! im p shy n it takes me a while to open up. but when i do i am a completely dif person,, making friends is hard but the ones i do have i love more than anything! when im w/ them im cheerful, talk a lot n goof around. otherwise i look p intimidating n serious cause i have a rbf n barely talk,, . . . im the mom friend, an optimist, a dreamer n a procrastinator. im p hard to piss off but when im angry i can get scary 😳 im sensitive n cry a lot, currently im working on being more confident! i love animals n flowers!! cause im not the best with words i use lil gifts n touches to express my love! my hobby is drawing! ive been doing it my whole life n im rlly proud of it!! congrats on 500 followers love❤ ❞

— @raevaioli . . .

— 🦆 anon . . . ❝ Happy 500 bubs! You def deserve it :)! I was wondering if I could get a #1 male matchup? Looks: 5’1 petite fem w/ small chest/tiny waist. Thick/medium brown hair and eyes. I’m a cancer with ENTP type! I’m a very affectionate person to my loved ones. I’m very stubborn, sensitive (but I try to hide it), ambitious, witty and very talkative! I like to tease my friends, watch Netflix and try new baking things! Although I show my love through actions, I’m fine with getting love back in any way . . . Also I like baths! (It’s random but why not 😌) I wish you a good day! ❞

— anon . . . ❝ Hey! Can I get a matchup? (#1)I’m a Leo and a ISFJ chick! I have medium brown hair and big eyes w/ glasses. I have a petite body with a small waist and chest. I’m really nice to people but very awkward (I’ll laugh at the floor) and when annoyed. I’m much more open to others like my best friend,I feel at home with her :,) .My hobbies include watching greys anatomy, shopping for clothes, and calling my friends. I would want my partner to be a lil more extroverted than me. Happy 500 😊 ❞

— anon . . . ❝ hi! Can I get a matchup? I’m 5’2 straight girl w/ long brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. I’m thick in all the right places🥴 plus I have a curvy body. My star sign is Pisces and I’m a ISFP. I’m more introverted than extroverted. I dress like Hobo type of way, but i always wear AF1s and I NEVER crease them. In my spare time I draw,listen to raps (mostly by Tupac) and oldies, learn raps, and hang out wit friends. I also have a bunch of piercings on my ears and one on my nose. ty CONGRATS ON 500+ ❞

— anon . . . ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 WHOOP WHOOP❣️🥺, can i please have a matchup doe! so happy to celebrate this with you❤️ i’m a female, straight, 5’4 and a half, dark skin with medium black curly hair, chubby cheeks and always smiling, i love being outside just experiencing life or trying new drinks at restaurants!! i also enjoy staying home to watch tons of anime & movies or dates to the museum or theme park, spring is my favorite season and orange is my favorite color, i’m so hyper and loving, thank you! ❞

— 🐾 anon . . . ❝ Twice the charm I suppose :) I’m a 5’1 girl with long wavy brown hair. I have a lot of piercings and I tend to wear a lot of jewelry. I wear two knee braces due to a connective tissue disorder. I’m bisexual, so either way works for me owo. I’m an INFJ and a type 4. I’m told that I’m pretty easygoing but I get angry real quick when someone I love is threatened. I’m very empathetic and I’m the mom friend of the group 🐾 . . . Fun fact, don’t leave me alone in public for more than two seconds or else random strangers come up to me asking for advice. This has happened way too many times now don’t ask me why lmaooo. I’ve been playing soccer for eleven years now. I was the captain of a coed college-age division team for two years. I play left defense and goalkeeper. 🐾 . . . I go hiking a lot, I love cliff diving, and I’m an archer. I am also a painter and a writer. My dream job is to become a book editor, but I want to eventually live off my books. I tend to be pretty clingy when it comes to people. I randomly need a lot of attention and force my friends to cuddle. They like rejecting me 😔. Sorry that this was so long aha. Ily and have a good day 💕🐾 ❞

thanks for sending in an ask ! didn’t see yours? please let me know !

#sam’s 500 party

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mrkslee · 4 years

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ok uwu thank you!! maybe u will learn more about them haha ✨my tag is ~/tagged/prasine theres also a link in my bio

one - the colouring in this is so nice!!! i really like how his skin tone looks in here, and the quality is great too!

two - all of these looks so good omg but the ones for hwanwoong and lee do are my faves!!! i love concept swap sets so much and you did so well for these!!

three - how long...did it take you to make this bc sjdhfghsgfjs it’S SO CUTE!!! all of them are so creative too owo

four - this concept swap set is really well done too !! i especially like the rv and shinee ones heh

five - i like the fade effect on the colour palette you did here. it’s different from what i’m used to seeing and it looks cool!!

send me ✨ + the link to your creations and I’ll answer with my top five favourites!

#replies #i did learn a lot about them by going through your blog hehe 👁👄👁#unrelated? kinda related? i think?#but oh my god as i was going through your blog i got curious enough to go watch their come back home concept vid...#and sjdfhgsgfjsgfjs THAT CONCEPT IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY I LIKED IT SO MUCH??? oh my god ajshfgajhfga #i will now be looking forward to their cb and their rtk stage thank u #kimyovngjo

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seongshwa · 4 years

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✨ + /tagged/ateez-gifs ♥ if you want to 🥺

one - i like the general colouring in this one!! and also how it kind of gradually goes from the tint of oranges to more of greys and blacks when you look at the set from top to bottom owo

two - the colouring in this!!!!!!!!!! really like how you coloured this set hehe and the quality looks great too!! this was also a very cute mingi look 🥰

three - oof the muted red tones in these owo although it’s muted i think it’s still very vibrant to some degree?? mingi’s hair and the red bands on his jacket really POPS out in this set and it looks really, really good!!

four - from what i’ve found.. there are no ts files for this red carpet performance :O so ajhgfsja i don’t know if you made these using the youtube file but they look really good ;-; they’re so smooth and the muted colouring just makes the entire set looks really easy on the eyes :> also this outfit was sexc methinks

five - i have a thing for cohesive compilation sets ajsfhagfhaj and this one!!!! looks very nice!!! i like how you kept the colouring similar to the original lighting but everything still looks really cohesive and smooth :D and the balanced placement of the gifs just make the set looks even better

send me ✨ + the link to your creations and I’ll answer with my top five favourites!

#replies #sorry it took me a while to get to answering...i fell asleep after doing a few on my nct blog LOL #songmingki

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midnightrellik · 5 years

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Ohh cool! You write for Yuri On Ice! I havent seen that before! May I request Yuuri K. takes s/o ice skating for their first time and and they s u c k so they have to cling to Yuuri? owo Understandable if you don’t want to do this, but Thank you if you do!

//I related to this waaaaaaaaaaay too much... I'm terrible at ice skating ;-; I also haven't watched this in ages so hope I do okay! This took way too long to write for how short it is. I'm sorry ;-;

Stepping into the building sent a shiver up your spine from the sudden temperature change. You couldn't tell if it was colder inside or outside at this rate. Despite this however, you just relished in the warmth that enveloped your hand that was being held by your sweet boyfriend. You gazed up at him as he practically beamed at the sight of the ice. Ever since meeting his hero, you couldn't help but notice your dear Yuuri's excitement, passion and determination was getting stronger. When he had come home after not doing so well, and had fattened back up, you didn't know what to do. You tried to get him back on the ice but he refused. Of course, he eventually did get back up and some of the weight dropped back off, but it wasn't until Viktor came around that things really changed.

"Go take a seat (Y/N), I'll go get you some ice skates," Yuuri spoke softly, breaking you out of your trance. Awe, he was blushing. Most likely from your gaze. "Okay," you agreed with a nod and reluctantly let go of his hand to head off to one of the seats by the rink while he walked off to pay for your session and hire your skates. You had never been ice skating before, despite the fact that you had been dating Yuuri for a couple years now. You were too afraid of making a fool out of yourself, not to mention, you've never had very good balance, so you knew for a fact that you would fall over constantly.

Playing with your gloved fingers as you waited, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you could have a go at this another time? After all, it wasn't like the skating rink would shut down any time soon so you could always come back when your balance was better... But then again, here comes Yuuri, smiling from ear to ear at the thought of finally getting to skate with you. 'God, why the hell did I have to fall in love with a cinnamon roll?' you thought to yourself, giving him a big smile when he made it over to you with the skates. "I'll help you get these on before putting my own on. This is going to be fun," He claimed, placing both sets of skates beside you. Seeing him smiling the way he was brought butterflies to your stomach. You couldn't possibly turn around and say no now.

"You know I've never done this before, right Yuuri?" You double checked; nervousness evident in your voice. You couldn't help it. No one enjoyed falling on their ass over and over again, let alone just once. Your boyfriend nodded his head and smiled at you, untying your shoes. "Yeah, of course. You're never going to learn if you don't try though. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't fall too much," he assured you with that oh so sweet smile of his. Your heart melted just a little, but your nerves didn't diminish just yet.

So now here you were, holding on tightly to the edge of the rink, trying to get your balance as Yuuri gently instructed you on how to stand properly. "It's okay (Y/N), that's it. Now push off and glide towards me. Don't step, just push," he tried to guide you. You chewed on your bottom lip lightly and pushed off the wall, moving smoothly for a moment before your legs came out from under you and you landed on the ice below. "Damn it," you huffed, carefully standing back up and struggling to get your balance again without the wall to help. This one fall was followed by another and another shortly after and you were slowly beginning to lose hope.

"Yuuri, I can't do this," you whined, staring up at your still standing boyfriend with a small frown. You didn't want to spoil his fun, but you weren't enjoying yourself. Yuri offered you a hand and gave a small smile. "Come on, one more try. We'll try something different this time," he encouraged you. You were sceptical, but took his hand anyway, wobbling a little as you regained your balance. Then, right when you thought Yuri would let you go to try again, he pulled you closer. "Uh... h-hold onto me," he instructed somewhat shyly. Smiling at his sudden change in colour, you gently wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. Then, he started to move. You tensed up at first, keeping your feet still as he skated backwards, pulling you along. "You're okay, just relax," he cooed to you. "We can try again properly another time."

#yuuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #yuuri x reader #x reader #yoi #yoi x reader #yuuri on ice x reader #scenario #one shot

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moonloredraws · 4 years

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(Sorry for the spam-) I just realized- I have a spider ghost/demon oc for tgcf who works as a seamstress owo she can produce her own thread, finer than silk but stronger than any armor, but it's a v slow go, so it's expensive. She doesn't have the arachnid underbody, instead she has three sets of arms(most of which she stole from her victims-), but, yeah xD What are Daiye's parents like? How did he and his gf meet?

I’m gonna go ahead an combine all the asks here so that I don’t post too much all in one go, if that’s ok!

Firstly, thank you so much!! I’m glad that people are enjoying my OCs, I love them dearly and creating stories with them is so lovely!!Given that Daiye has an exoskeleton, most of his hugs are actually really hard, and he’s surprisingly strong, so he has the chance to give you a hug of steel and squeeze the life out of you! But usually he’s very well aware of his strength, and mostly uses hugs to simply stop someone getting away (mostly Celestelle, she’s a wriggly one, but also it helps to keep his prey still while his venom kills them off!)

Daiye works also quite similar to your OC! Drider silk is one of the most expensive materials on Manala, with how long it takes to make and how impenetrable it is! It’s highly valued for armour among drow nobility and the few drider who do engage in the job live a life of riches. Daiye does so too, but he finds some drow way too nosy and doesn’t enjoy city life, so he’s got an expansive cave system he inhabits on his own and has many unusual magical items around!

Trouble is, though most drow will pay a very high price for drider silk, they don’t actually like the default colour, white, very much, so Daiye has a whole stockpile of bolts of white silk that he doesn’t trade away since the drow act kind of ungrateful when he trades those in. Drider silk cannot be dyed once it has been made into fabric, so Daiye has to ingest different pigments (most of which are incredibly toxic) and then his webbing takes on a different tone. THAT part of the weaving is super slow, he can’t weave much or else he will poison himself, but luckily he just needs to make one bolt of the coloured fabric every 10 or so years and he makes enough money off that to keep himself entertained for a while!

I haven’t thought about Daiye’s parents much, but drider tend to be really solitary, so I can imagine his parents weren’t overly cuddly with him but were pretty ok parents by drider standards. Once he was old enough, he left to make a life of his own!

As for how he and Celestelle met... well.

Basically she got caught worshipping the wrong deity in the wrong city and had to flee, aaaaand she ended up caught in his web. He decided to keep her around until this curse she was under faded (the underdark is very dangerous for a tiny singular drow with a debilitating curse!) or they could figure out how to remove it, but she ended up staying!

#ask #itsy bitsy girlfriend #enraged-fangirl-and-co

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òwó heard you like my m/n hcs! if we're going off bighit translator, imagine he also collabs on the bighit universe 👀 i like to think he has a few body mods like tattoos and piercings (esp a nose bridge and/or smiley) but he covers them up with makeup but one day he gets out the shower and 😳 v fluffy hair! punk goth grunge aes but behind closed doors he bebie, closest w/ the hyung line esp jin and yoongs "l i b e r a l a r t s" nj: "didnt you also do psych and neuro--"

Nonny,,,, u got me jumping around and sqealing in the kitchen,,, these r so fuckin cute omg,,,,

I fully stan (Translator au it is now called) M/n being punk style but had like cotton candy pink hair bc baby,,,, He likes to have minimalist tattoos of liek forests but like a phat traditional japanese snake and flower piece on his back and its so pretty owo. When i tell u he has a smiley piercing and nose bridge piercing but with nipples?? O w O yes i mean it,,, I’d imagine pain being a sensory thing he loves uwu’’’’

Also u bet ur ass bts forget that he’s super smart and m/n forgets all his courses and suddenly hes like psychoanalysing the bts hyyh line and they’re like w h a t ?

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jk: "m/n play overwatch with us!" m/n: "no leave me alone" *playing animal crossing new leaf on his lavender and white Nintendo 2ds xl m/n could easily have been an idol, but he's okie with being an artist but sometimes can be heard singing softly to a tape recorder, but no pressure! maknae line fall head over heels first, but m/n s such a tease without knowing 😔

imagine that his animal crossing town is all pastel pink and has the cutest aesthetic ever,,, the same goes for his character bc he pastel babey,,, and then he has a switch thats got all these cute pastel decals and it has a flowery case with it and every thign uwuwuwuuwuwuw,,

I’d imagine that the maknae line first fell for him when they went to go find him at work and they found him waiting for someone in one of the recording studios and hes just singing along to a simple beat thats comign out of his phone and his eyes are shut and he’s all peaceful the sound looks pretty :(((

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my foot is falling asleep while i watch the conjuring 2 waiting for feminist theories but my m/n hcs will go on! cannot open a bag of chips but can open bottles. "are you a morning or night person" "well my insomnia says night but the way my schedule is set up, its morning" b i s e x u a l or p a n s e x u a l anyways he getting pegged 😔 organization on period but his room either looks disastrous or super empty. really loves bts, literally tells them "i love you" so much but theyre 🤡

I hope ur foot is okey nonny 😔

Catch m/n struggling with simple tasks, completes a rubix cube in 2 mins but struggles to open a jar. b e t.

bts finding m/n in the dark at night in the front room, no shirt on, sweatpants low, tattoos and piercings o u t. they’re like asking themselves if they wanna drag him to beg to fuck or sleep,,, the dilemmas of their everyday life uwu,,,, U bet ur ass hes a bisexual bc this boy and his cuffed jeans with a clear phone case o w o u know this boy is a bottom,,, js.

His room? on lock, minimalist but it looks like a bomb hit it bc this boy has makeup everywhere and clothes all over the floor bc he likes to look pretty uwuwuwuwuwu, posters on the walls,,, theory papers on the wall,, but mostly bts.

(this gets its own paragraph bc its important)

m/n telling them he loves them through a deep sleep filled voice and that he wouldn’t change it for the world,,,, i? :(((((((

#Admin Tea #uwu nonny #uwu nonny goes heacanons that r fuckin dope #and i go nuts for it

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