#gyeheheh

[gorjee-art]

Narinder is filed with guilt and misses his siblings? I hope there's room for reconciliation... gyehehehe....

As a side note, where is the yellow cat in this au? Are they and Leshy an item? (Please say yes)

Hard to say if Narinder will ever earn the forgiveness of Lamb and the Bishops...at least he has his dad's original vessel Ratau's company and guidance on what...gross mortal feelings are.

As for Leshy and the Yellow cat...yes. However, there's a catch. Leshy is just a lover of cat followers in general. ...Lamb doesn't know he has a harem of cat followers... don't tell them.

[wrathfuldissonance]

"Hey! No! Don't splash me, you gremlin--"

"Gyeheheh!"

[aquamaggot]

i was told i could draw him jn whatever i wanted

antoher. art trade... with mikaa9174 GYEHEHEH....😝 shes on tiktok and artfight LALALALA!

[taswel]

@unsoundgarden us 😽

[ID: a drawing of an anthropomorphic garlic and ginger sitting together and holding each other lovingly.]

[thecrypticphone69]

Gyehehehe, can i pet you?

-Petting Anon

"Wh... huh... how do you even... WHERE DID THIS 'DOG' THING COME FROM??? WHY AM I BEING TREATED LIKE IM FIVE."

[silverott-chevalier]

@ Pallas 🅰️🅰️🅰️

"You wanna hear my

"Gyaaaaaaaaas!"

"Pretty convincing, right? Gyeheheh."

[ratsoh-writes]

*Hmmpfft! Prankster.*

*...At least his jokes are teasing and playful instead of malicious*

*But the mention for Silex "possibly" talking about her, (even in just a passing mention) to his family, throws her off. He's a prince after all, surely he knows of people much more interesting than her*

Oh? Well.... most everybody who knows me as more than a passing acquaintance calls me that.

Mally is just... less of a mouthful?

Bermuda: makes sense, my friends call me Bermy for the same reason. Tried to push a nickname onto pacific too, but he hates being called pac man gyehehehe

His eyes shine as he gives you a bright smile

Bermuda: there’s no subtle way to say this so I’ll just get it out. Wanna hear some embarrassing childhood stories bout silex?~

You have the feeling that this is the start of a beautiful friendship~

[melokuu]

Hehe a nice look for the summer :D

[villianblr]

What kinda fucking evil laugh is 'gyeheheh'? Do better.

Is this directed at me?? Damn I’ve only been here for like. A minute y’all are quick!

FOR your information, I have many a evil laugh. I just do whatever feels right. Gyahaha!

[girlslashers]

girls who go gyehehehe

[sleptting]

IT'S THE WAY YOU TYPE FOR ME. ALSO YOU USUALLY PUT SPACES BETWEEN PUNCTUATIONS

GYEHEHEHE IDK IF THATS A COMPLIMENT ORRR BUT TY ! ! IT'S HIS TYPING QUIRK ! !

[anxious-lee-ler]

Eep!! Gyehehehe-

Haha get wrecked by the famous pocket-

(And yes I both think your famous-)

Says the lee! /Playful

[jojo-reader-hell]

👉👈 hewwo I was wondering if you could do a Cioccolata x Secco x reader with the reader being a nurse that works with them ? Thank you in advance ;w;

Yesssssssss I lov Secco. Discount Jared Leto man however is on thin ice.

“It’s on again.”

“Shit!”

You hear a clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the microwave trills, Cioccolata is cursing as usual, and you feel Secco lick languid stripes up your neck as he waits patiently for his snack. Meanwhile, the program is commencing. The gravely voice of the narrator sets the scene, and Cioccolata stomps into the room like an elephant with a predator on its heels.

“Oof…” he grunts as he hits the mattress. “Food’s here my babies. Did I miss anything?”

You shake your head, the smell of popcorn is intoxicating. Secco always burns it, but Cioccolata doesn’t even seem to have the capability to do so. It’s all melted butter and salted goodness, and with the way Secco is shoveling it in you know Cioccolata was in a good mood. Whenever he’s in a good mood, he slathers the buttered popcorn with strands of marshmallow fluff so it looks like a bird nest.

“Oh, good!” Secco’s voice is like a child’s.

“Awesome.” You smile, waiting patiently for your turn as you feel arms wrap around you. “My favorite.”

You feel a smile against your cheek along with the slimy slick of lipstick, covering you in marks.

In bygone days, before Netflix and Chill with endless episodes of shows to binge, this is what the three of you had. A 36” Pansonic color TV with a VHS player that Secco miraculously resurrected from the garbage, stolen cassettes, and whatever shows the Italian channels happened to have on at the time Secco had been fiddling with the recorder. The pause, rewind, and stop buttons didn’t work on the television, there was no remote to speak of, so if you ended up trapped in the bathroom or rooting through the fridge for a snack during a commercial break there was really no way to replay the program. Not unless you stayed committed long after everyone fell asleep to wait for the television to stop rewind all by itself.

Cioccolata is the one that started this tradition. It began before all of this, when you’d been in the same classes in university and continued all the way into his defection from the life of a doctor into the life of a mafioso. When you first began to flirt, he’d invite you to his home to curl up next to him while you both watched cable tv in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’d be up to shenanigans, waking up at two in the morning dehydrated while the television continued to blare on. One thing led to another, intimacy blossomed, and you found yourself suddenly forced against your will into his hell hole of a life, a worshipper at the alter of a mad god. You suspected in the beginning he kept you solely because of this one tradition. It was the one sense of domesticity he had. Anyone who’d been with him as long as you had knew that he was afraid of change. He was afraid of so many things... that’s why he had to work himself up to the level of a god.

“Be good and open your mouth, ahh~...”

There’s no point in trying to deny Cioccolata, you’re not that stupid. Keeping yourself alive is easy when all it requires is for you to open your mouth so your “boyfriend” can feed you his buttery marshmallow creation. He purposefully leaves his fingers in your mouth, a ritual whenever he feeds you, and your mouth knows what to do automatically.

“Like it?” His voice is light, airy.

“Love it.” You murmur with fingers still in your mouth, so your speech is a little muffled. “It’s always good when you make it like this.”

More kisses, the program continues, Secco gets a minuscule little nugget of jealousy, and you can tell it by the way he nibbles at your lower lip, only sated when you feel his nose with yours so you can lick a stripe from the tip of his nose to the space between his eyebrows.

“Gyehehehe!” His breath smells sweet and buttery.

“Baby~...” you coo.

You repeat the sentiment when Cioccolata starts rubbing your stomach, it’s the most he’s ever been affectionate. Something good must have happened today. Usually he’s stoic, focusing on the television whilst Secco eats up your attention. For the first time in a long time, you’re actually having trouble keeping up with the plot line of the show even though Secco had actually taped one of your favorite episodes.

It’s amazing how the sensationalism of murder and true crime is dead in European countries, but it’s the only thing from your old life that still manages to keep your interest. Photography, reading, it’s all dead weight now that you’ve been blinded. Cioccolata told you that even though you were still his nurse, you didn’t need to see to leave him.

Learning to live your life all over again is frustrating. There’s no way to relax into familiarity. All you have is this to ground you whenever you start feeling hopeless. It feels like when you were a child and forensic documentaries were the only thing on the televisions in the hotel rooms. Not exactly the nicest hobby, but it helps to normalize everything that’s happened in your life if you’ve been living with serial killers for more than a few years.

And though you’ll never admit it, it always helps to have an idea of what to do should Cioccolata decide he’s tired of you.

[inchling-prince]

Gyehehehe I just ordered all those ninjago books to use for kid #1s homeschool this year. Language arts is gonna be so much fuuuuuun. I should. Make ninja math worksheets and an art program. Oh, comprehension worksheets with accompanying coloring sheet.

[corrupt-anon]

Gyehehehe!

Hmm?

[the-light-is-running-low]

It wouldn't even work, Jevil is too short for him to dance with Rouxls

* Gyeheheh.....!

* Howe amusing!