#pweh

[muwitch]

The moon for your rookery

TY SO MUCH FOR THESE <3 answering these epic tarot rook asks I am, as matter of fact, vomiting words here again, so going under the cut!

Lucius [SD]

Where do I even unpack with that one…

The jig is on, the cat is out. Most of Luc’s problems and personal quests are tightly tied to him being a Radonis’ nepo baby [one of several but alas]. And it wouldn’t be so bad actually, if he wasn’t also half rivaini, which in a highly ancestral society is not always looked positively upon. Besides we are speaking Tevinter.

By his birth he is put down in a rat race he despises, yet desires to win so desperately just to prove everyone and especially the absolutely absent father figure wrong, and do so with gusto. He adopts quite a machiavellian approach to his own life and how he works toward that complicated goal. He joins Shadows out of late teen rebellion and for the longest time is not there really for the cause, there is an ulterior motive lingering in the back of his head. That is a blindspot he later forgets about and it bites him in the ass years after. Painfully.

He’s an altus mage. He generally tends to think of larger categories and despite them being of “greater good” it takes time for him to narrow them down to see not only calculation and statistics where it should be people. He radicalises pretty easily. He knows there’s collateral damage, always. And he thinks he’s ready for those sacrifices to be made. Exitus acta probat.

He’s (not by choice) a bloodmage - occasionally - and it ties with a certain will to sometimes impose cruelty both on others and himself. It requires a sort of forceful detachment in important matters. It also comes with crushing feelings of guilt and self-resentment he constantly tries to justify. Magic is a tool, right?

From all of the above Luc has this bivalent nature where he has no idea where he actually, truly belongs, because he’s already quite detached from Rivain and despite living in Tevinter since age 5, always constantly reminded he is not fully a vint. Not in a certain sense. He’s a Shadow Dragon, but has to lie to his comrades 24/7 about his identity in pretty little words. And he thinks he’s doing the right thing by doing so, protecting them from himself - from all that comes of him really being himself with all the luggage - but mostly protecting himself. All that pia fraus is a direct product of his upbringing. He’s all tangled in that complicated web of self-lies he’d build over the years that he forgets himself that omnia mea mecum porto.

On the brighter side all the “good” values per se come from his mother. They take root and survive in small rebellious acts long enough to sprout when he’s ready. Despite his efforts to convince himself of being what he is, he still has lots of compassion and understanding to people around him. And is not immune to making connections, to value honesty (toward himself of course, but at least he’s ready to reciprocate as deep as the situation dictates) and things that are humane in their nature. He wants and  tries to be a bigger person, something better, something lighter, something others can look up to. Once, twice, slowly trying to right the wrongs that already happened. (Not like there isn't a certain influence in his inner circle about that).

Watch him be bitten in the ass again for it.

Gwyn [GW]

Ah, my sweet Fereldan child. Daughter of two hailed heroes. Heiress to the teyrnir of Amarantine. Current king-consort’s niece. Beloved and cherished and protected from a younger age. THE disney princess. 

Gwyn is no stranger to a little bit of entitlement because of her heritage, and, specifically, her family history, aka Warden Cousland’s beef with First Warden(s). Gwyn thinks, a bit naively, because she’s barely 19, that she just knows better. It’s the teen maximalism at its best and worst in her, taking her own experience at Vigil’s Keep and her mother’s style of managing the Wardens as ideal. 

She also thinks because of that she, Gwyn, knows how to handle shit, especially concerning wardens, she has this natural ego, this belief she HAS TO step up and do things. Which is a polar sort of entitlement to that of Luc’s. She feels this responsibility which neither of her parents wanted her to bear, and a bit of dreams of heroics.

Combined with competence acquired by training at home and all the runaway hot girl shit, makes her think only she could handle certain things. She has to learn to rely on others as much as she relies on herself, not only inspiring them to be self-sufficient, but actively engaging to let them reach out to her and share the burdens that are too heavy to carry alone.

Due to runaway reasons, while we are at it, she’s more on the same page with peasantry than actual royalty she technically belongs to by birth. Her dislike of Fereldan post-Blight politics and her mother’s involvement in it, she transfers the same approach to authority to other places, which is, in hindsight, not the best strategy to have. She purposefully hides her family name by going as Gwyneth Thorne for those reasons and from time to time it bites her back, but not as painful. (But only until South gets blighted and she has THE experience firsthand).

Despite her mature image, Gwyn’s whole motivation for the Rook business is to help cure her parents. As simple as that, and she’s so single minded about it, she forgets to focus on other things. Forgets that she’s still a child with a gaping weeping hole made by her parents absence. One she’s desperately trying to stuff with something for years. She forgets she needs to let herself be vulnerable, open. Not some fearless brave warrior a Warden should be, not the effective leader, but just a person. When she lets herself cry for the first time that’s gonna be a revelation.

Also, she’s Fereldan, that lot comes with the funniest bundle of biases. Despite her education Gwyn would be either spouting the pup nonsense as much as harding, or be a surprised picachu for the whole year Varric drags her around as they track Solas. She easily forgets things are not what they were “back home” and when calculating she should probably consider cultural differences instead of assuming - she’s working on it, honestly.

And the funniest bias she’s is with the griffons, because not only did Wardens AGAIN conceal things, fuck them up, but she also wants one for herself. She earned it. No she wants one now, Davrin, we gonna bag the weeping howler, get me bow. 

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

honestly hoopla should have a way to have like. one minute samples of audiobooks to try before you borrow them bc like. if I use one of my eight borrows for the month for an audiobook only to find out I cannot listen to the narrator's voice I shouldn't have to be down a borrow for that

[butteronabun]

Learning new things is supposedly a daily experience, someone had said to you back then, and you’d taken that advice to heart. That’s why even if you don’t like what you’re studying as of the moment, you’re sure it’ll be of great benefit in the far, far future.

After all, knowledge is power!

“If you’ve mastered the Art of Tying A Knot, you can finally get married,” one of the maids tease, and you pout while struggling to hone in making a Windsor knot to yourself. Inside of Dawn Winery’s guest rooms, you find yourself staring at your grumpy reflection in one of the biggest mirrors you’ve ever seen, while the maids behind you are whispering and giggling. “And we all know that the Master likes wearing ties, so. . .”

They’re all horrible, really. Horrible people.

This all started earlier that morning when Diluc was running late for work, and you were the one to locate him in the living room to give him his tie. He seemed thankful, and a bit bashful — you assumed that he was probably being like this because this was one of the first times you’d caught him forget something — before inching closer to you and raising his chin. However, when you grew confused and asked what he was doing, the man froze, before quickly averting his gaze.

“I – I thought—“

“Hm?”

“Nevermind. Thank you, my love.” Diluc politely coughed with his fist and took the tie.

You were literally a huge question mark when your lover left after kissing you on the cheek. Thankfully, the maids, especially Adelinde, who witnessed the spectacle, decided to rescue their future lady from spiraling.

You felt like an idiot after they informed you that Diluc wanted you to tie his tie for him. Even more so when you told them that you didn’t realize and didn’t know how to tie ties. And now, failing lots of times for a simple task such as tying a knot in front of these “experts” isn’t in your to–do list today, and you desperately wish the ground to swallow you up from the humiliation.

“Ooh, she’s improving, girls, she’s improving!”

Hope forms inside of you as you look down. “Really?!”

More giggling. “Nope!”

You groan, before loosing the tie, and trying again. Horrible people. “Why should I make a Windsor knot? There are other easier knots!”

You hear them chuckle. “Oh, she doesn’t know it yet. . .”

“Poor thing.”

“Shut it, just tell me already!”

Adelinde hushes them. The woman of the hour. “Ladies, that’s enough. She’s trying her best.” You almost whimper when she begins approaching you and teaching you the basics again. You recall how she has returned to your spot five times now, and you can’t help but be grateful her for her patience.

“You see, our dearest, a lot of married men in Mondstadt prefer this knot. Do you know the reason?”

“Why? So their wives can suffer every morning?” You huff sarcastically.

“Because it’s the easiest knot to undo,” She corrects you with a wink. “If you catch my drift.”

next

[serenadeofsunshine]

gengen’s birthday a week tomorrow.…………. They are going to get ALL the loves n hugs n kisses……… That’s my dearest…

[rateelism]

slay :3

[poicyss]

Sorry for never posting art I feel stuck because I forgot to post my art during art fight and now I'd feel bad if I posted it in one big chunk but also because I want my art posted in chronological order I haven't posted anything I've drawn since art fight either (not much tbf) and every time I start a post I remember all the unposted stuff and ahh aguyyy aughhuhhh

[darkaac]

getting used to holding things in my mouth when my hands are occupied can only ever be a boon, says person who just shoved a wet wipe in there without thinking

[neptunechromo]

Non osc art jumpscare

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mouthwashing doodles from last night pweh -_-

[togament]

“𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: ‘𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐬?’”

written in their P.O.V.

pt. 1. (sakura, ume, suo.)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : spicy spicy boyfriends, suo is a FREAK (but we love it), sakura is a precious bean, ume is *incomprehensible sounds emanating from my face hole*, ume’s is longer than the others (hah) i got carried away, swearing ofc i can’t express emotions without them i so sorry i do try, fem!reader, nipple talk.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

"WHAT-????" I scream into the microphone and it screeches. shit my face feels like it's on fire. I turn my head slightly to catch my reflection in the window beside me--SHIT I'm blushing again. "w-why would you ask me that?!", I try my best to tone it down a little but UGH-I can't help it. She asks the question again, pushing the microphone towards my lips. I angle away as best I can but she's persistent. "n-n-not answering that!" my eyes focus on anything BUT her. darting everywhere, on the chair, the stack of papers on her table, but she's too hard to resist. i turn my head slightly to look at her direction. fucking hell, she's got her chest out slightly, tits practically begging me to look at 'em. god. that shirt looks so fucking good on her. that the new one she just bought? shit, she's coming closer. I can see the outline of her bra--FUCK-WAS I STARING?????

...so boobs?" she asks so smugly. damn it.

"...yeah tits." HER tits, if you want me to be specific.

𝐔𝐌𝐄.

another afternoon, another quick little date with the love of my life — and my girlfriend. kidding, kidding! I was tending to my veggies as I often do after school with my girlfriend helping. noticing her absence (and silence, shocker!) I call out for her, “baby? where’d you run off to?” then I hear a little giggle to my left, a pitter patter of her shoes against the wooden board and a slight ringing. “boobs or butts?” she asks and I turn to face her only to have a mouthful of the plastic microphone. “PWEH-! baby-“ I say as I chuckle, wiping my mouth. “boobs or butt? is this an interview? any cameras around?” looking around playfully, I crane my neck around her. for a sec there I genuinely thought I was on camera. but then I look at her and she’s waiting for an answer. Hmm. Toughie. “This!” taking one of my gloves off, I pinch her cheek with my clean hand but she shakes her head. “Not in the choices, babe. Try again.” she says. gosh she looks so cute when she’s trying to be serious. “Wrong answer, huh? Let’s see…”

I try my damndest to be serious too, pursing my lips in deep thought, giving her a once twice thrice over just to be extra sure. I know she’s squatting there waiting for me to answer but how can I? she’s perfect in every way! shoot. think, ume, think! I drag my gaze from her face, to… her chest, heh. nice. to her tummy, to her… oh. damn. right.

“…yer thighs.” I say almost quietly. Who WAS that? “say that again, babe?” she asks, pushing the microphone closer. she wants me to say it again? maaaan. I chuckle, shaking my head gently at her.

“can I just show you? point at it, baby?”

“nope.”

HECK.

“…yer thighs. I like napping on them after I’m done gardening…” I unintentionally trail off. I clearly got more things on my mind now. My mind’s miles away from innocence. God- I love leaving my mark on them, sucking hickies on them when I’m going down on her. I fucking love it when she tightens them around my head when she’s about to cum. She worries she’d suffocate me but it only makes me want her more. I swallow dryly. damn it-my boner’s tenting in my jeans and I know she can tell.

“and?” she prods and I let out a shaky breath. she’s biting her lower lip, shifting her weight while she’s squatting. she’s worked up too huh?

“—obsessed. when you hold me closer to your cunt when-“ is it getting hotter here? she’s putting her microphone down. I take my other glove off while keeping my eyes on her.

“…when what?”

“can I please show you? pretty please?” can’t help it. I take her free hand to palm me and I let out a soft whimper, eyebrows knitted together.

“yes. yes please.”

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

"oh? someone's curious," leaning close to her, I ghost my fingers along the inside of her wrist just to fluster her. oho, her breathing is staggered now, chest rising and falling ever so slightly. I do have an answer but I just want to toy with my love. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt. "what's gotten you worked up so quickly, dove?" I purr, making sure to whisper it good in her ear. she lets out a shudder, almost melting. goodness, do I adore how she reacts. like clockwork, that earns me a gentle slap on my hand. ah. I suppose I deserved that.

"boobs or butt, huh?" I pretend to ponder, looking up and pinching my chin for maximum effect, knowing full well I have an answer set and ready. turning to meet her eyes, holding her hand that's steadily holding the plastic microphone. and with the most serious voice I could muster, I speak into it, "your nipples."

hm. that must have shocked her. she's silent. taking the initiative, I continue, "I love how.. sensitive they are." cooing, I trace a finger along her jaw and down the line of her neck, featherlike. "I love how I can coax the most delicious moans from you that way--" oh, she's lowering her microphone now. continuing, I push some hair behind her ear, fingers now teasing the shell of it, "--you seem to like it especially when I suck on one while I roll the other between my fingers. fuck, you sound so beautiful when you beg for more." mhm. her breathing's shallow now. she's leaning her head away. "someone's eager." I lean in to press a gentle kiss to her neck, lingering my lips on her pulse. “do you need more details from me? I could always elaborate-“ she’s pushing me back now. I like where this is going.

"screw the interview. just fuck me already, hayato suo."

"as you wish, my dove."

a/n: SCCCCCRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! first time writing things in the guys’ POV I hope I did each of their individual personalities justice. Sakura’s was the hardest but I was flying off with Ume as you could tell. Also!!!! I forgot who it was but someone reblogged one of my HCs with a tag saying Hayato means hawk and that doves are their natural prey and 😳😳😳😳😳😳 that was purely unintentional but the connection they made was so perfect. I’m making it a permanent fixture for whenever I write for suo. Thank you, user. I would tag you but djjfkdkfkd i hope you see this!!!! Also thank YOU so much for reading all the way to the end btw!!!!!! Ily babycakes. part 2 coming soon! I WANNA WRITE FOR KIRYU I HAVE IDEAS AND I AMDJFJJDJD HE. Ok.

@interstellar-inn ⭐️

[muwitch]

OC Tag Game, Lucius V. Mercar

Thank you to @jukkaricity for tagging me 😌😌😌

no pressure tags will go to @rin-hanarin @proffbon and @woundedsoul12 and whoever wanted to do this, this is your sign!

General 

Name: Lucius Vergilius;

Alias: Mercar, Rook, Mongoose;

Gender: male(he/him);

Age: about early 30ies;

Spoken language: he is actually kind of a polyglot; speaks trade, tevene and rivain fluently in equal measure. Spent too much time with his elven servants and it was kind of mandatory in Circle, so elven on a middle level. Picked up a bit of spoken antivan with his crow-mentor, basic qunlat, because it might've come in handy, same with dwarven, since he was expected to work with Ambassadoria;

Sexual orientation: bi disaster, but that's not certain;

Occupation: Shadow Dragon, local artifact enthusiast, great pretender;

Favorite…

Color: teal;

Entertainment: literature, as it's most affordable and offers a great variety. Not to mention the pluses of being a portable sort of entertainment. He reads fast, always there for the latest plays or banned poetry books. Likes to read out loud, adores discussing things read especially if they are provocative;

Pastime: tinkering with artifacts or generally solving some sort of magical rubix cube to get excessive thinking energy out, playing the sitar - when he feels melancholic or just generally in the mood. Physical activities are mostly a routine but he will do the rivain breathing gymnastics his mother taught him, just to ground himself and keep some action;

Food: non-picky eater actually, generally prefers seafood and fresh greens of any kind (pickled are fine too), but an absolute slut to balsamic dressing;

Drink: it's either Rivain tea (spiced one) or Mulsum if alcohol;

Have they…

Passed university: yes, officially harrowed and passed his Circle education at tender age like any good spawn, doesn't want to speak about it much;

Had sex: yes;

Had sex in public: of course;

Got tattoos: wanted to when he was younger, especially as a part of reconnecting to his culture, but couldn't settle on the design or occasion, so the idea rotted;

Got piercings: got a few, but only his ears remain, nose and everything had healed;

Got scarred: has irreversible lightning scars all over his back and body, which he got during a Shadow Dragon mission;

Had a broken heart: yes, by a certain snake;

Are they…

A cuddler: with closest to him, and it has to brew a bit. Due upbringing it still comes with a tiny pang of embarrassment, but he's down to it, like any abandoned child;

Scared easily: not really, he's too inquisitive and to "seen so much shit" for that, but he has an acute sense of danger (and lack of self-preservation);

Jealous easily: irrationally, but yes. Not his brightest moments, but he doesn't act on it;

Trustworthy: has an aura of rascal around him, but makes people trust him anyway. Generally a good lad, but he knows where his loyalty lies;

Family

Siblings: Four elder half brothers, one half-sister; it's messy, look at them here; ah and handful of cousins he had never seen back at Dairsmuid;

Parents: both parents are mages: dad runs the most evil empire in Thedas, mother (rest her soul) was a seer from top of Rivain nobility with old Tevinter heritage;

Children: No;

Pets: shamefully, but he has...two pet crocs, gifted to him when he was a teen; person hoped they would eat the little shit, it did not go as planned. Otherwise he's pet-less, but very beloved by most of Minrathous stray cats;

[imustbenuts]

the hundred line coming of age route thoughts about the narrative and eito. (general spoilers)

the guy's officially multiplied inside my brain. anyway.

this route made me laugh a lot. thinking about how eito was defeated with the power of friendship that he helped curate gives me the giggles.

but thats not the real intersting bit for me. i found it interesting on a game mechanical level how much this route mirrors the beat of the 2nd scenario (that branches into truth and rebellion routes), but consistently refused to let me/the player pick decisions for takumi at the parts where he should.

in effect here, eito has hijacked the decisions for takumi and the latter willingly lets him subconsciously or not. takumi seems very happy to have the old eito back that he just. throws everything he knows about the actual eito out the window. sure he still wants eito to be happy but this isnt proper understanding, its one sided imposing of his will.

thanks to that whole dynamic though theres the very cool part of him coming up with the plan of cutting himself in half to banzai on veshy and also the not at all cool (and very evil actually what the actual fuck man!!) idea of brainwashing eito to keep him in check.

takumi does not see the real eito in this route and does not seem to meaningfully care about him here. this is like. mundanely evil shit. he does things just heroic enough to get the girl but in doing so makes everything (the truth, the reality, the nuance of the war) a farce for his shounen plotline.

takumi was this close to getting eito on his side if he just showed concern and understanding about his condition, but he just kinda went 'eh, sirei can brainwash this away no big'. the can of evil he just unleashed unto this route with that decision is so fucking absurd that im actually glad eito went final boss on takumi.

because fuck you takumi, you dont deserve the full good ending on this route actually. the friendship hardwork victory tropes? pweh.

understandable.

takumi ends this route either by mutually killing himself and eito, or he does the heroic thing and gets the girl but with eito just quitting the plot. i cant even blame eito for offing himself. ...i kinda feel terrible for him actually. this route is torture on the guy.

they also... do not make it to day 100, and the exodus project is probably still ongoing. they lack critical information that immunizes them to further manipulation from both sides. eito pulls off the ultimate pallete corruption here at least for me. its great.

with what i mentioned in my eito meta appreciation thoughts post im adding "eito can also be the judge jury executioner of the mc", but as a little bit of that as an extra at least in this route.

its very fun but also very fascinating at what happens if takumi just does his own things instead of the player braincell input

also me at eito in the final battle: "why are you here why are you even bothering to fight i can delete you in 2 turns!!! why did you engage in wave 3 like this?! what did you come here for?! go home!!!!!"

also also. shion saying "the power of hemoanima is omnipotent (万能bannou)", and then having takumi interpreting that as "erractic (出鱈目 detarame)" is killing me. detarame implies 'asspull' or 'complete bullshit' in this context.

EDIT:

this cg in the Best Friends ending is also. mwah. the way its framed is so one sided. the handle of the scythe seperates the two. interpretation ahoy but i see this as takumi's footing (social power context) being higher, and he can just force his ideals to eito, but doesnt fully go to his level to understand him. eito seems to be just on the ground waiting for death and dragging takumi with him. neither is willing to compromise their position to seek full mutual understanding

...until takumi lowers himself by giving in to his anger and hate, forcing himself and his whole deal onto eito

lowkey wondering if this whole plot was just some kind of long winded suicide plan by eito too.

[reallyseally]

pweh!!! im silly!!! silly like a seal!!! pwehh

[h3r3-h3-c0m3s]

pweh

more roblox, mostly burner but some other shows snuck in too

[zedrine]

hi, it's the anon who first requested that sunny reverse comfort! .. i have come back again..!!!!

can i request for a sunny from omori x reader doing pocky game (established relationship!!)

can be post game if you'd like! thank youuu <3

Z.2 — pocky game w/ sunny >:D

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : none!! :D

DESC : mentioned at the top! <3

NOTES : ENDJGJENSBCBFKE HI AGAINNNN

You popped into the room, jolly as you held a Pocky box behind your back, “Suuunnnn?~”

He sighed — “Yes?” — he shot up a glare at you, frowning, he was busy writing down his essay for school.

“Can we.. play a game, please?” You softly grinned, hoping he’d get off that paper he’s been working on for, I don’t know, maybe two hours?

Sighing once more, SUNNY responded, with frustration, “Fine.”

“Oh–” you didn’t quite think he’d agree so quickly.

Both of you then sat on the couch as you revealed the Pocky box — “Oh, God,” he rolled his eyes, “Kel, right?”

You smirked as if you were a Kel dupe, “Yes, he told me to do it with you,” you nudged his shoulder jokingly as you opened the box, then the packaging, “he told me you’d enjoy the game!”

“I don’t like that [favorite flavor] one,” he blandly stated, quite cruel and direct if you asked me. “Oh, hush!” You took a Pocky stick out; you would get the flavor part and he the bread.

“So…?” he looked at you, begging for instructions of the game with his eyes.

“Okay, so—” that’s a lot of so’s, “—both of us have to slowly bite our way through the Pocky, but, whoever accidentally bites the Pocky off or gets to the middle first, loses.”

“What if we kiss?” he asked; you stayed silent.

You tried your best to suppress a smirk, grin, smile. How could one be so naïve?

“Anyway,” you said — a chuckle let out — as you pointed the Pocky between your mouth and his, again, you had the flavor part, “good game.”

The game started; both of you started nibbling on the Pocky, you looked up at him, but he only looked at his distance in the Pocky.

Then, it broke!

“Dang it– YOU did that!” You pointed at SUNNY, who stared blankly at you, “No,” he mumbled.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You took another Pocky stick, this time, cruelly and tauntingly, he had the flavor; “You must hate me, don’t you?”

“Hush,” you aligned the stick again, then the game began again. Nibble, nibble, both of you were close to the middle, then–

In just a mere moment, the stick disappeared — you were kissing him!

The kiss, surprisingly (as you thought he’d pull away immediately), lasted for long… long… and long…

“Pweh!” he exclaimed — ouch — as you retorted, “Uhm, excuse me??” Offended you were, how could he say that, to your perfectly lip-glossed lips? :(

“Sorry, sorry,” he wiped his lips, “the Pocky flavor—” but only because his saliva slightly dripped out from his cough, “—I don’t like it, I told you.”

You sighed; well, at least he was honest, “Yeah, whatever.”

You took another Pocky stick; he had the bread part.

Game started, nibbling, the room was quiet. Cold.

But, as an apology, he nibbled quite faster, so he got to the middle first to lose, willingly — “Haha!” you chortled triumphly; he smiled, a rare sight, but you failed to notice.

“I’m good at this game~!” You proudly reveled, reaching down for another stick, but, just then, his hand held yours (the hand you’re using to get the sticks, by the way.)

“Hm?–”

You looked up, but then he leaned in, much further than he planned to; kiss count, number two.

But this time, it was shorter, yet more passionate that the previous one — heartfelt, or maybe it was because he was the one who initiated it?

Nevertheless, he felt, quite strange too. Dear Sister, please help… he prayed in his head, help, help help!!!!

Blood came rushing to your cheeks — mostly his, though, he kept his head down — “Sunn?”

He breathed shallowly, Crap, he thought, “Y-Yeah?”

He kept his head down, his dandruff was showing — no, no, just kidding — embarrassed by what he’d done. You were still in shock from the sudden kiss, that you accidentally stayed silent.

“S-Sorry,” again, he apologized, thinking he caused the tension in the air. (Man, I just wanna hug him so badly)

You exhaled through your nose in relief, “Heyy,” you lifted up his chin, but he averted eye contact, “it’s okay, I’m sorry…”

You cupped his cheeks, then gave him quick, big pecks everywhere on his face, to his dismay, he kept yelling; “Stop!–” mwah, “–you taste like–” mwah, “[the flavor of the Pocky]!!” mwah.

You then stopped the kissing, pouting, “Oh, so you don’t like my kisses?” still cupping his cheeks as you stared right into his soul.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that…” He murmured, leaning into your palms, and caressing the back of them. Still avoiding looking in your eyes, though, even after all those verbs.

Softly, you kissed his forehead, “I love you too~”

He responded to that, but only I knew — “I love you more,” he whispered, or mouthed, but you didn’t hear.

JANXBDJAKSJDRNNDD im soooo sorry if this is so sloppy SNXNFNDND ITS LIKE 11PM HERE ND I AHVE SCJOOL TOMORROW😭😭😭 i RLLY RRLYYY hope u like this one☹️���

[azzibuckets]

We should all send thank you cards to both sets of parents for allowing the greatest love story of our lives to happen.

Flying back and forth during the school term and holidays to see each other, pweh, not my mom. Lol.

RIGHTTT they set up the romance of the century kudos to them

[amygdalae]

whoa you were kidding about all eyez on me. evil album pweh ktwah!

It is now all ears on All Eyez On Me Wednesday