#knees: weak

[sw33tcatguy]

I am sick yet again. FML I better not be sick for mel’s concert >:ccc

[marciaillust]

trapped in amber

[bluismie]

th-…them…

EDIT: Made a cleaned up version of this sketch :D

[majunju]

[oc] the view from the top

[abyssconqueror]

listened to the do not disturb call again and it really hits me in the chest how sensitive sylus really is beneath all the bravado he has to display as the leader of onychinus

the way he responds when mc jokes abt it being a misdial after he asked if she called to celebrate finishing her workout… the way he just says “oh, i’ll hang up then” which on its own could be his way of messing with her but at least in eng he sounds legitimately a bit deflated abt it… and then “jokes” about how she didn’t check the weather before leaving but managed to turn on do not disturb and he tried to call her all afternoon (and mentions that she’s the only person who ever really calls him). and then it ends with him driving to pick her up and saying he’s not good at nursing sick patients, which to me is a callback to exclusive care when mc was being fussy and told him he sucked and he asked her to teach him

even in smaller ways like if you send the angy emoji and one of his responses is like “the reason you’re angry… it’s not because of me is it?”

it truly makes my chest ache how soft and considerate sylus is, and i’d say genuinely scared too, that he’ll do something to mess it up and end up back in a situation like that in the n109 zone, where she was disgusted by him. even if he knows the circumstances aren’t the same anymore, he also consistently points out that things can always change in the future

it’s just clear in his actions how much he cares abt and treasures his relationship w mc, and how the concept of her pulling away or being upset with him genuinely unnerves him

she was so right to tell him that he wears his heart on his sleeve at the lantern festival bc he really truly does

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

Such good o'l fellow friends to one another. They are both endearing.

[fern-writes-whump]

so obviously drinking blood from someone's neck is incredibly homoerotic, it's a classic for a reason

but someone drinking from your wrist? getting to look at them as they sink their teeth in your skin?? being able to watch as their eyes flutter close and they barely hold back their instincts to devour you whole??? Being just as enthralled by that sight as they are by your taste???? hello?????

[antomatkoen]

cheeky bastard soap at it again 🙄

[spudkinart]

He got distracted 😳🏎️

[aceseiyah]

Don't worry, he's trying his best guys.

[hannie-berrie]

BREAKING POINT

Pairing: Yeon Sieun x F reader

Warnings: none I belive

Genre: Fluff, Sieun who’s becoming vulnerable with you

You’ve always known Sieun wasn’t the kind of man to wear his heart on his sleeve.

He’s composed, highly reserved, calculated and private.

His thoughts and feelings were only ever slightly shown through shifts in his eyes and the way he looked at you. Most the time, he was indecipherable. Reserved like a locked chest, but never in a cruel way.

Affection from him often feels like sunlight through frostglass: there, but always muted.

Until now.

The bedside lamp next to you throws soft golden hues across the room. You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing one of his shirts, slightly too big for you, the fabric tainted with the faint smell of his cologne.

He stands across the room, pretending to look through a book he’s already read twice, fingers fidgeting the words in front of him. But you know he hasn’t turned a page in five minutes.

“You’re staring again,” you say, with a soft voice

His eyes lift slowly but there’s something in them that ticks you. He’s not looking at you with irritation as if you interrupted him, nor a blank unbothered stare, but something far more raw.

He doesn’t answer. Just watches you.

You smile. “What?”

He closes the book, finally walking over. The bed creaks slightly under his weight as he sits beside you, his hand finds yours without a word. His thumb brushes your knuckles, the gesture unusually tender for someone so… closed.

“You make it hard,” he says in a low voice.

Your brows rise. “Hard to what?”

He exhales slowly, like he’s debating whether to say these next words. “To keep pretending I don’t feel anything.”

Your chest tightens. This is rare. And the way he’s looking at you, dark yet soft eyes, it makes you forget how to breathe.

“I’m not asking you to pretend,” you whisper.

“I know.” His hand grips slightly tighter around yours.

You move to say something, but his palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing just below your eye. The look on his face isn’t blank anymore. It’s broken open, soft, desperate, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of you like you were soon about to disappear.

Sieun, the one you’ve always known as distant even romantically, is crumbling in your hands.

Your heart stutters. He leans in, slow, giving you time to pull away. You don’t. His forehead rests against yours, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“I thought I was above this,” he says, lips brushing against your skin. “I thought I didn’t need anyone.”

He paused, it felt difficult for him to let out his authentic feelings, but you made it easier to.

”But you… you make me feel so much it almost hurts.”

You can feel the trembling in his hand, the tension in his shoulders as if he’s battling every instinct not to retreat.

He’s folding.

The man who once clung to solitude as survival is falling apart in your arms, not because he’s weak, but because the warmth you bring to him is just enough to melt his frozen heart.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper, fingers running through his hair. “Not with me.”

His mouth finds yours, gentle at first, still battling everything in him that screams to run away. But then you feel the shift. The desperation. The way his hand wrap behind your back, pulling you into him. His kiss deepens, no longer careful but needy, he was bare, unraveled.

Sieun isn’t in control anymore, and allows it to be. Putting all his trust into you, like he’s never done before.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are glassy, jaw tight with emotion. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, just breathing there.

“I think I love you”

[pedropascalforlife]

AMEN TO THAT🙏🙏🧎‍♀️

[baby-doll95]

Historians will say they were roommates.

[scaraswifeey]

If I could I would go back in time to read all the scaramouche fics again without prior memory as to how they would unfold, i WOULD. The amount of scara fics I wish I could experience again, not as a reread but as a first read is ughhhejdbsjwb. Those saved my unentertained ass from doing impulsive crazy af things.

To every genshin author out there who writes/will write/have written about this man, you have my love and I will always be grateful that you write for the character and give them just as much as love. You know who you are, and the community loves you. Smau writers, au writers and you horny people.

And for you who come across this post, take this as a sign to thank ur favorite author/moot for their work. We literally get fed because they just feel like writing- honey that takes a whole lotta work and brain power. I wish i could write like yall do, you guys are cool and chill af

If you want them scara fics, check the following. They have great shit going on, some are smut writers so mdni, have a good day.

@/aries-afk @/mistywaves98 @/aestherin @/sidemari @/ventismacchiato @/kaeyazuha @/primofate @/amosthirst @/kararisa @/idolteyvat @/iceunhie @/fairykazu @/floylia @/oceansblvds @/sh1-n0bu @/crimsoncandy04 @/celabi @/luvkuvi @/lxkeeeee @/ar1suu @/aphrodict @/neuvilyney @/kichiyosh1 @/hitomisuzuya @/primoredial-jade @/the-travelling-witch @/tihgnari @/zushikiss @/in3fficient-n0velist @/synqiri @/sahisan @/stargazedmona

There's more but I'm lazy so if it reaches you, thank you.

[oldmama]

[logans-whore]

GNAWING AT THE BARS TO MY ENCLOSURE, ONE CHANCE MR JACKMAN, ONE CHANCE.

I opened this and the biggest, stupidest smile just spread over my face. What the FUCK is this man doing to me.