#˖➴ForMoots

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"𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩."

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Yandere!Casimir ( @boiling-potato) x Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You’re not a guest. You’re his. And in a place where no one leaves without permission, Casimir makes sure you never even want to try. You learn quickly that obedience is the only thing keeping his hands gentle.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Casimir, you are such a sophisticated character, I hope I did you justice here... I love this manipulative butler so much, he's so interesting and AGGHH SO MUCH YANDERE POTENTIAL FRFR!! I have SO many ideas for him, so this may be a little messy...I apologise in advance!!! :(

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Psychological manipulation, emotional distress, possessive/controlling dynamics, threats of violence, forced proximity, trauma response (crying, flinching), use of petnames

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Behind Closed Doors

The Mansion was oddly silent that morning.

But the silence didn’t last. It never did with him.

Casimir had returned.

And he was furious.

A crash—loud, violent—ripped through the walls of Casimir’s bedroom, followed by another. A shattering sound like glass—maybe porcelain. Then, a heavy thud, like a chair being overturned. You shrank further into the corner of the room, arms wrapped tightly around your legs, heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted to run where your legs couldn’t.

You don't think you'll ever get used to seeing how quickly his attitude and face changes. How he gently locks the door shut behind him—a stark contrast to what you're subjected to witness everyday.

His room, once pristine and tastefully decadent, looked like a war zone. Velvet cushions strewn, star-dusted drapes half-torn down. A fractured mirror layed near your foot, and books from his shelf had been thrown with such force that a few pages scattered like feathers in the air.

He was muttering something to himself—frustrated, angry. Incoherent curses spew from his lips, something about one of the members. You're not sure, and you're definitely not going to pry about it.

His hands trembled before curling into tight fists as he clenches and unclenches them. His breath came in sharp exhales as he kicked aside a broken ceramic teacup.

You hadn’t meant to make a sound. But when he hurled a golden candelabra across the room, it shattered just inches away from your head, at the wall—and a quiet whimper escaped your throat before you could stop it.

His head snapped towards you.

You froze, lips trembling, shoulders tensing harder. Damn it, your entire body screamed fear as you trembled.

You hadn’t made eye contact with him since he came in, but now his cold green eyes, so sharp behind his glasses, were locked on you. Those buttons staring deep into you causes your throat to close up almost instantly.

Then—he smiled.

And you hated how gentle it looked.

Casimir stepped slowly over the mess he made, gracefully so. His top hat casting a subtle shadow over his eyes, making him seen even more intimidating. With every footfall, the sharp click of his boots echoed against the floor like a clock ticking down. He crouched down beside you, reaching out.

You flinched hard, your breath hitching. You tried not to cry.

Shit, you're trying so hard to force them back, your vision is blurring so quickly as it builds up.

But his hand reached for your cheek and, ever so softly, brushed a tear away.

Gentle. Soft. Not right.

“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice was like silk—low, warm, but fraying at the edges. “There’s no need for that look. I would never hurt you.” And you doubt his words.

He leaned in closer, palm cupping your cheek, and you could feel the barely-restrained tension in his hand—how it twitched just slightly against your skin.

“Not unless you give me a reason to.”

His other hand gripped your face suddenly —fingers splayed across your jaw, thumb pressing just below your eye, firm and unyielding. His smile didn’t leave. If anything, it darkened.

“You wouldn’t disobey me, would you, Little dove?” His voice dropped, velvety and laced with danger. “Because if you do… I can’t promise I’ll behave, love.”

Your tears welled faster, breath stuttering as your vision blurred instantly once again.

His grip wasn’t painful, not yet, but it was controlling, dominating. Like he was reminding you that you were his, and no amount of shrinking away could change that.

He noticed. He noticed everything. He narrows his gaze down at you,

“I said, don't look at me like that.”

He sneers, squeezing your face tighter, harsher. Then releasing all tension instantly when you let out a weak whimper.

Casimir tilted his head, releasing your face only to place his hand on your shoulder, tugging you forward into his chest. As he wraps his arms suffocatingly around you—an imitation of love and comfort—he sighs.

His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your ear, as if none of this was wrong.

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you, dearheart?” he whispered, stroking your hair now with a mockingly tender hand. That cruel, sick petname he uses to mimic something sweet makes you want to puke.

“Say it.”

You opened your mouth, but no sound came at first.

Then..forcefully, shakily— “Y-Yes…”

His arms wrapped tighter around you.

“There’s my good doll.”

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Tagging:

@honeysleepy

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recuesting anything for trevor since im a bit terrible at writing

⤷. Trevor ( @edgywithaheart) Headcanons

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn't really know what to write,,,so this is just some random thoughts I have for him! ^^

Trevor expresses himself alot by using his hair. When he talks, his hair does hand movements to exaggerate the story.

Trevor enjoys classic rock music, sometimes he can be heard humming to a tune while his hair mimics playing an air guitar.

He doesn't bother much for his hair. It's always in knots and tangles,,,, This boy has never seen a comb in his life,,,

We all know Trevor loves pulling pranks on others, but he also enjoys telling elaborate, exaggerated stories. Some are true, some are completely fabricated,,, You'll never know which is which when he shoots you his signature grin at the end, leaving you to guess.

Trevor doesn't sleep, he'd much rather spend his time watching others for his amusement.

He tends to sit criss-cross applesauce!!!

Trevor never turns down a good challenge. If someone dares him to do something, especially if it's ridiculous or extremely dangerous, he'll glady accept ─ Just to show off.

A sigh left Casimir's lips as he tilted his head to the side, glancing over at the sharp black hair, inches away from nicking his face.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" The butler spoke calmly, the dark inky tendril that is protruding from his back is wrapped tightly around the hair, squeezing it harshly as he waits for an answer. "Well?"

Trevor stares at him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he lets out a simpering laugh. "Nothing much man. Just..you know, testing out a theory." The vampire shrugs mindlessly, still staring him down.

Casimir returns a laugh of his own, albeit curtly while his smile never leaves his features. "I'd assume you got your answer then?"

Silence washes over the two of them, neither willing to let up. Trevor puts both his hands up in mock defeat as his hair returns back to normal, allowing Casimir's tendril to unravel it.

"Yup, I'll catch ya later."

Trevor has a silent ongoing feud with Casimir ( @boiling-potato OC) ,,,,

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[aesopsbaby]

I match you up with Nikolai Gogol from Bungou Stray Dogs!

And Ranpo Edogawa also from Bungou Stray Dogs!

Anyways, match me up with characters.

[aesopsbaby]

"𝙈𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Luck ( @lucytsukii) & Visitor | [Mentions of Navaeh and Heaven ( @boiling-potato)]

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Having taken a wrong turn while fleeing mischief, the visitor ends up deeper in the woods than intended; where silence clings, time forgets to move, and a strange man with tired wings awaits in a garden that shouldn’t exist.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Thank you to Lucy for giving me the chance to write for Luck!! He's so much fun to write for and I enjoyed every second :]] AND I LOVE HIS LORE SM, SO IT WAS AN HONOUR AAAA!! Also, smirks...do you guys see the opening quote...heheh how Luck is now basically living for her mwehehhe

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None, you are the visitor in this story though!

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Angel Of The Woods

You weren’t supposed to be here. That much, you’re certain of.

You only meant to get away from the twins. Their laughter still rings in your ears—sharp and sugar-slick, too sweet to be sincere. You hadn’t even meant to run this far, but the Mansion's halls twisted like syrup in a fever dream, and somehow the forest had started blurring into your vision. Whatever, it seemed safer than their hands.

At first it felt like any other forest, but soon the air turned still. Soundless. Not dead—just quiet in a way that made your breath feel too loud. As if invisible hands were wrapped around your neck, suffocating you.

The birds fell silent. The wind no longer touched your clothes. Every step was heavier than the last, as though the earth resented your presence.

Then you found the garden.

It wasn’t marked. There was no gate, no path, just an open patch of space that had no business being so untouched. Wildflowers bloomed without pattern, vines curled around trunks like they were trying to choke the trees back to sleep,

You should’ve turned back.

But then you saw him.

He stood with his back to you, silver-blue hair soft against his neck. Pale wings draped behind him, not pristine— frayed at the ends and heavy with wear. He held something in his hands—an apple, unnaturally red, its shine like glass.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, without turning.

His voice is soft. Not angry, not cold. Just… tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep but from carrying something far too long.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” you say, breathless. “I was just—”

“Running,” he finishes. “From the twins.”

He turns then, slowly, like movement itself has become a burden. His eyes are a pale pink, almost colorless in the dim garden light, yet you feel them settle on you with quiet intensity. Not cruel—just watchful, careful, like you might vanish if he blinks too long.

You nod, hesitant. You feel like a child who wandered too close to something dangerous. Maybe you did.

“I got lost.."

“They usually do.”

He turns fully, and your breath catches. There’s nothing terrifying about him—not like the twins, not like the forest—but something in his presence makes you feel too seen. Like he’s measuring you against something only he remembers.

He gestures towards a bench half-swallowed by moss, and you sit without protest. He remains where he is, lowering himself beneath a crooked apple tree and begins carving something from a piece of pale wood. His hands moved slowly, wrapped in worn gloves, each motion careful but weary.

You watch him for a while in silence. You don’t know how long. The world doesn’t move here—not the leaves, not the air, not the time.

Eventually, he speaks,

“I’ll walk you back.”

You blink, startled, “Back?”

“To the Mansion. You’re not ready for this place.”

You want to ask what he means, but you don’t. Not yet.

He rises with slow grace and brushes bark and petal from his coat. He doesn't look at you again, but you follow when he begins to walk.

You pass trees you don’t remember seeing, and yet every step feels more familiar than the last.

However, your eyes catches something glinting beyond the trees to the side of the path you're on. Red stones lighting up another path that was never there, you could've sworn you heard soft whispers beckoning you closer

“Don't follow the red stones.” He shuts down any lingering thoughts you had, causing you to turn back to him instantly. Embarrassed having been caught despite not knowing for what.

As if sensing your underlying question, he sighs softly, “...Just..don't.”

You nodded lightly, not wishing to press on anymore. The further you go, the more the Mansion feels real again, and the more the garden behind you begins to feel like a story.

Then, finally, unable to contain yourself, you spoke.

“What was that place?” you ask, carefully.

He doesn’t stop walking. “It’s not a place,” he starts. “Not really. It’s a tether.”

“To what?”

“To me.”

You look at him. He keeps his eyes forward, wings tucked close, almost hidden.

“I used to be something else,” he sighs. “I helped people find their way. That was all I ever did.”

He pauses like he's not sure if he should go on, but he does.

“Then I started choosing who I wanted to help. Not based on need. Just… because I cared. Too much.”

You frown. “That doesn’t sound wrong.”

“It wasn’t. But it was still forbidden. In some sense.” He hums thoughtlessly.

The trees begin to thin. You can almost see the faint outline of the Mansion ahead.

“I got lost too,” he continues. “And now I stay where the lost end up.”

And you understand that he doesn’t stay because he hopes someone will save him. He stays because he still feels responsible. Because even now, after everything, he can’t stop guiding the lost.

He stops walking.

“I won't go further,” he says simply. “This is enough.”

You hesitate, then nod. “Will I see you again?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

“If you get lost again,” the corners of his lips twitches upwards faintly into a soft smile.

“I’ll be there.”

You smile, having an odd feeling you'll see him again very soon.

When you step through the trees, the garden is gone. The path is gone. And so is he.

Tagging:

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[aesopsbaby]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮—𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟." - Cupid

@boiling-potato !!! I heard your exams are just around the corner, and I figured you must be under alot of stress,,, considering you're still pushing out content for us (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ I can only imagine your eyebags are getting worse- So here, have a cupid plush to sooth you! :D (ALSO YOU'RE GRADUATING SOON!! CONGRATS!!)

I hope your exams and everything else goes well, and as always, Cupid is here to support you as you do so! (๑•̀ ᴗ•́)૭✧ YOU GOT THIS BP!!!❤️💕 Please take breaks and SLEEP YOU INSOMNIAC--,,

"...Not that I’m actually invested, but hey, if you pass, maybe.. I'll let you follow me around town for once. So, you know, go do your thing now." - Cupid

Cupid belongs to me! ^^

[aesopsbaby]

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Mer!Lo Quill ( @feelin-lo) x Pirate!Meztli

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: All that separates them is glass, and the Captain’s ready to break it just to fuck him senseless. Besides, desire never needed permission to spill over.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: How would everyone react...if I said I have an explicit part to this... ANYWAYS!! I stayed up all night to finish this, I'm going insane, they are prancing about in my mind rent-free,,,

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive content but non-nsfw, obsessive/possessive behaviour, they are about to get their FREAK on!!!

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Moonlight Between Us

The moonlight cuts through the ship’s deck, cascading soft beams across the brig where Lo waits, swimming slowly in his tank.

His eyes glisten, bright and mischievous, peering through the glass. The water swirls and ripples gently around him, but it’s his presence—the slow, seductive way he glides through it —that has turned the tables and made Meztli feel like the captive in this tale.

Every movement a temptation, every breath a whisper of something more.

Lo’s eyes meet Meztli’s with that lazy smirk, fingers brushing along the glass with a soft, teasing touch. A promise of something much more intimate.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. His gaze alone is enough to make the Captain's chest tighten with a mixture of frustration and desperate hunger.

“If this wasn't here," Lo murmurs, his voice low and silky, barely above a breath. Running his finger along the glass panel separating them,

“Would you touch me soft or would you ruin me?”

The words hit Meztli like a storm. His breath catches in his throat, and the heat in his gut flares almost violently. His hands twitch at his sides, his teeth clenched as he stares through the glass, desperate to touch him, to claim him in every way possible.

He swallows hard.

He can’t stand it anymore. The way Lo looks at him…as if he wants him just as much as he does.

God….he feels as if they really are just animals giving in to their urges.

Meztli takes a few quick steps back, a hand coming to rest against the wall of the ship, his breathing heavy as he tries to steady himself. But it’s too late. His mind is already reeling, lost in the hazy idea of Lo’s slick body against him, and he moves before he even realizes it.

Without a second thought, Meztli rushes up the small steps at the side of the tank that contained his beloved. Lo's eyes trails after him, a knowing smile graces his lips, seeing Meztli kick off his shoes in a hurry.

His legs splash into the water, the coldness of it momentarily shocking his skin, but he doesn’t care. The fabric of his pants soaks through in an instant, but he’s too consumed by the need to be closer, too consumed by the urge to finally, finally touch his treasure, his Lo.

He sits at the edge of the tank, his heart pounding in his chest, looking down at the water below.

Meztli doesn’t say a word. He just watches Lo, every inch of him basically trembling with want.

Lo, without a single word, begins swimming up towards Meztli, every stroke slow and sensual. The water shimmers as Lo surfaces, his eyes never leaving Meztli’s. He slides up with effortless grace, his form gliding like the sea itself, moving toward the man who can’t seem to pull away.

When Lo reaches him, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask for anything—he simply rests his head on Meztli’s lap with a soft hum. The sound is low, almost like a purr, as his tail flicks lazily, just barely brushing Meztli’s soaked legs.

Meztli’s breath hitches just slightly. The feeling of Lo’s wet skin against him, the warmth of his hair resting on his lap, sends a jolt of desire through him. His hands are trembling as he reaches out, fingertips grazing the wet strands of Lo’s hair, before finally settling on the curve of his neck.

Meztli let's out a soft sigh, a mix between relief and a chuckle as he admires Lo.

How mesmerising.

The words from moments ago echo in his mind, and Meztli feels a fierce possessiveness bubble up within him—the need to claim Lo, to feel him completely, and to know that no one else ever will.

He leans down, lips just inches from Lo’s ear, the heat of his breath mingling with the salty air. “I’ll ruin you,” he murmurs, voice thick with dark promise. “I’ll make you beg me for more, mi amore.”

Lo widens his eyes, just slightly before it vanishes almost instantly, his lips curl into a subtle, knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with something dark and dangerous. He softly hums again, as he traces the fabric of Meztli's soaked pants. Inching closer and closer to the tightness straining very obviously.

“Then prove it, Captain.”

The words are a challenge, an invitation. And in that moment, Meztli knows he can’t...no, he won’t hold back anymore.

[aesopsbaby]

"𝘽𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮"

⤷. Neo x Viktor ( @neosaskblog / @dackychansworldofhoshino ) headcanons

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This might be OOC for them :(( so hopefully I was able to capture them accurately!! Also, I'm still working on Nathan's response to Neo's introduction,,,sorry that it's taking so long sosbobs :,)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @justafriendlystranger !

Neo is constantly seeking out Viktor for cuddles. He likes to wrap his hands around Viktor's waist, shoving his face into his neck and just staying there while Viktor plays with his hair.

"Hm? You alright Neo?" Viktor tilts his head slightly to glance at Neo who has his head buried in the crook of his neck.

"Mm... missed you." Neo murmured, his words muffled by the fabric in his face. Viktor hums, a small smile appearing on his face as one of his hands comes up to Neo's hair, running his hands through the black fluffy mess. The other on Neo's back, rubbing comforting circles.

"I've only been gone for 10 minutes, honey.."

"That's like..! An entire 10 years!"

Neo listens to Viktor when he goes on another one of his rants. When he starts to lose himself and ramble about something with a crazed look in his eyes, Neo just stays silent while looking at him.

Once Viktor calms down, blinking once then twice to clear his mind, he'll hear Neo's laughter. Prompting him to be confused before he starts to feel his lips twitching upwards into a smile as well. "You're silly!" Is all Viktor has to hear from Neo for the thoughts in his head to disappear instantly as he starts to feel overwhelmed by the warmth his beloved brings him ♡

Neo rarely sleeps in his room, hes usually found in Viktor's room.

Viktor gives Neo forehead kisses while Neo likes to give cheek kisses!!! :((( They are so sweet URGHHH

Neo likes to surprise Viktor by running up behind him and putting both hands on his shoulder, and pushing himself up to jump. It gives Viktor a little scare everytime he has to withstand Neo's entire weight for a moment. Until he realises that Neo is practically weightless,,, (Please correct me if I'm wrong on this :,)) Since Neo is a ghost, he doesn't weigh...much...right....)

Neo asks silly questions ; "Do you think we are little worms in another universe right now?"

And Viktor always takes it seriously ; " The possibility of another universe is high. So I would say that little worm us is also cuddling right now."

Viktor may,,,just MAYYYBEEE a little bit possessive over Neo,,,

[aesopsbaby]

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚"

⤷. Cupid x BP ( @boiling-potato ) Headcanons ♡

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: So,,,This was supposed to be headcanons on their relationship but,,,My brain derailed and this is about how they got into their relationship instead! ALSOOO I came up with some shipnames for this ship >:]] I'll leave them at the end so let me know what you think!

Cupid could never fall in love. He knows this. He knows that he will never be able to experience what he brings to people. ..So why does he feel his heart rate pick up whenever she comes around? Why doesn't he mind it when she pesters him?

Cupid refuses to give in to BP's persistent begging. He takes his job seriously!

After many attempts, Cupid finally relents, agreeing to help BP find a suitable partner.

How can he say no when she looks at him with those eyes?

"Please! You have no idea how much it would mean to me if you would just...y'know!" The raven haired girl gestured to the arrows hanging in the bag on the Cupid's shoulder. Cupid narrowed his eyes on her, moving his arrows away from her reach as he sighs exasperatedly, "BP. How many times must I repeat myself. I am not going to just match you with someone random--"

"Yes! Yes, I get it! But..please?" She cuts him off, desperation in her shaky tone as she looks at him, the corner of her lips tugging downwards just slightly. He stares back at her, that damn feeling swelling in his chest again, causing his palms to sweat, his face to heat up, and his mind to go blank. He feels his heartstrings being tugged seeing her so desperate.

"...Fine. I'll help you. But we're going to do things my way..alright?" He sighs out, a small smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head slightly seeing her face light up again, the heart antennas on her head bouncing and emphasising her joy.

Cupid realises that he simply can not let BP go. He'll never find the perfect match because he wants her for himself. He's selfish, he knows. But how can he do anything about it when, in his eyes, no one else is suitable for her?

But does she feel the same? What if she doesn't? And then what? He humiliates himself?

Little does he know that BP shares the same feelings, however, not wanting to act on it in fear of it being just her impulsive feelings going off again, she puts it off. Ignoring the frantic beats in her chest whenever Cupid smiles at her or whenever their hands graze each other and she feels as if her entire body has been ignited.

BP probably notices how he always grimaces and speaks with distaste whenever she points out a suitable partner. "No." "Not the right time." She's getting tired of hearing those words!

When she's had enough, especially on an incredibly tiring day that has drained her, she finally asks Cupid a question that has been eating at her for forever.

"Why do you not want me to get with them!"

"Because I love you!"

BP held her breath at his words. Eyes widening just slightly as her antennas perked up. Cupid shares the same look of surprise on his face as he immediately pursed his lips tightly, mentally cursing himself for letting those sacred words slip.

The raven haired girl smiled, laughing softly as her tail starts to swish side to side. She finally got her answer.

"Took ya long enough."

"Can you even fall in love?"

"For you, I would."

Here are the shipnames I was thinking for them!! :D

"Heartstrings" – Representing the connection they form when Cupid starts to develop feelings for BP.

"Matchless" – It hints at how they were initially unmatched, but ultimately perfect for each other.

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YAHOOO!!! I hope this is alright!! :D I love Sylas and Trickster dynamic so much grgrgrgagnfbjdb <,3

I MISSED YOU TOO!!!!! WAAAAAAAA I MISS TALKING AND INTERACTING WITH YOU 😞😞❤️

Sylas belongs to @justafriendlystranger !

Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

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SORRY IF THIS IS KINDA BAD,,,OR OOC <,33 I've never watched JJK so I'm not too sure what their dynamic is :,) Hopefully I interpreted them right!

And,,,I can't,,,draw their outfits,,sobsosbs it's so difficult and for WHATTT 😞😞

BUTTTT HERE ARE THE SILLIES FOR YOU @mel-loly !! :D

BUT YIPPPEPPEPEEE HERE YA GO MEL!! :DD I also miss talking to you WAAAAA LOVE YOUUU!!!♡♡

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EYYYYYYY MORE SILLIESSSS!!! :D

AND THANK YOU SO MUCHHH FOR THE COMPLIMENTS :,]]♡ It means alot to me!

Annnnddd bonus for Cato!

Windy belongs to @mel-loly !

Cato belongs to @googlyeyes-blogs !

Wynne belongs to @hanawrites404 !

I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE YOU GUYS WAIT TOO LONG SOBSOBSSS

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YAYAYYAYAYYYY ANOTHER DOODLE DONEEEEE :D!!

Here's Swap!Cassidy! I love the design so much OMLLL I need more content for them!!

Cassidy belongs to @gachaclubideas ! ^^

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oh okay 👀. Can I have general hcs for star x Leona?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Leona Kingscholar (TWST), Star (@startheimpactfangirl)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: General headcanons

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: GAHH sorry this took so...so long sobsobs. I really hope this can make it up for the extremely long wait!! Also,,Leona might be ooc since its been a really long time since I've played TWST,,,and I'm going to be honest, I don't remember much about alot of the characters,,(except for Sebek my beloved)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Leona being OOC </3

✧ Leona, as arrogant and prideful as he is, would've definitely been taken aback. He hadn't thought that he would ever fall for someone.

✧ Star fell first but Leona, for sure, fell harder! Something as small as a small smile from Star can send Leona's heart into a frenzy. He'd start to scoff and look away from their direction but the burning feeling in his cheeks and the tips of his ear are evident.

✧ Leona was the first to proclaim his feelings. He hadn't thought of doing so until he started to see other students getting close to Star. Fearing the worst, and losing them to those who he deems are inferior to him is enough to make Leona's envy eat at him. He couldn't possibly stand losing!

Leona grimaced, not caring and never caring to cover up his expression. His eyes were burning holes into the person currently speaking to Star. This is annoying..why is he getting so worked up over this?

He sighed, a low and soft growl as he continued to glare at the scene before him. Deciding he had enough, Leona walked towards Star, holding onto their wrist with a firm yet gentle grasp, tugging them along with him as he walked off. "I need you for a moment." Star tilted their head at his action, but ultimately let him lead them away, leaving the other student to stand there dumbfounded.

"Leona? What are..." Star started, but shook their head slightly before continuing, "Where are we going-" Leona stopped abruptly, turning around to face them, "Listen. I.."

Leona felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his brain was running at a thousand miles per second as he stared at Star's confused expression. He groaned, exasperated at the situation before he brought both of Star's hands up to his face.

"I love you."

He spoke with a softness that shocked Star. Causing them to widened their eyes and feel their blood rushing to their cheeks at the sudden confession. Leona pursed his lips into a thin line, "and..I can't take it..seeing other people...you know..?" Leona mentally cursed at himself for fumbling his words.

He shook his head to clear all the thoughts clouding his ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Look. I..I just can't lose you, alright?"

✧ No matter how long Star and Leona have been together, Leona still can't stumbling over his words whenever he's around Star. He tries so hard to keep a nonchalant and snarky persona, but once Star so much as waves at him and calls him, he falls apart and goes quiet instantly.

✧ Leona only treats Star with so much softness and gentleness. He would do anything to make sure that they are safe and happy. And if making Star happy means to attend lessons instead of slacking off? Well, so be it!

✧ Star spends most of their time with Leona's head on their lap. They will card their fingers through his hair as he sleeps. Leona finds it comforting whenever Star plays with his hair, it helps him to fall asleep faster than the already does.

✧ He gets insecure whenever he is compared to his siblings. Leona always comes to Star and buries his head into their shoulder with his hands wrapped tightly around their waist, holding them close to him as he tries to get rid of all the insecure thoughts. With Star humming a soft tune while soothing him and patting his back, whispering sweet words of affirmation; "You're perfect, Leona."

✧ Leona is only soft for Star. He smiles so softly whenever he sees them. He enjoys picking Star up and doing one spin as the both of them laugh before putting them down on their feet to give them a quick peck on the forehead.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Raloris (@feelin-lo ), Celtic (My OC)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When Raloris experiences one of his many mood swings causing him to feel as if he's worthless, Celtic arrives. Misunderstanding ensues and words were exchanged.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Who doesn't love some misconception/miscommunication troupe!! >:]] It's been awhile since I last wrote a story so this might not be very good,,,! Also, I still haven't found a beta reader so this is not proof-read, so,,do expect to see some grammatical errors here and there!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst no comfort, nothing much to be put here tbh

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Meaningless words

Wrong.

It felt wrong.

He felt wrong. Raloris couldn't take it, the scene before him didn't feel..right. He shook his head slightly, brows furrowing as he clenched his teeth, trying so hard to concentrate at what could possibly be eating away at him right now.

Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?

...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..

Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.

Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.

I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?

Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.

....

A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.

Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.

Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!

Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.

Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.

"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.

He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.

"..Are..Are you okay?"

Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.

Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!

Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.

Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"

"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.

"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.

Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.

The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.

"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.

"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.

Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---

"Raloris, I love you!"

Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?

As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."

He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.

Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.

"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.

Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.

Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.

"..Did you really have to be that honest?"

Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.

A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..

Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.

He needed rest.

Song on loop while writing this: Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

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what are your starxiang thoughts? Or just any star ships.

Hmmmm!! I might,,,have a few thoughts for them! This is going to be quite long,,

I have so many headcanons for your ships,,I don't know if I should post them,,

StarXiang:

I like to think that Chaoxiang only learnt how to show his emotions when he started being around Star. Since he never felt to need to show them when around in the Milkshake Mansion. (And,,,it might only cause him to be vulnerable)

"You know. You're not as bad as everyone else says." -Star

And he suppresses all these emotions for so long that when he finally expresses them, he doesn't know what to do. Why is his face suddenly heating up? Why does their words have such a powerful impact on him? Why does he feel this overwhelming urge to hug them and be in their embrace?

So he tears up. Feeling the hot streaks running down his cheeks as he stares at them with blurry vision, trying his best to stop crying but to no avail.

And when Star reaches out to him, to hold him in their arms, rub comforting circles into his back and soft whispers of;

"are you okay?" "Did I do something wrong?" "It's.. its going to be alright."

He knew that he can trust them, allowing himself to relax in their hold and finally breathe again.

From then, he starts to blurt out random thoughts about them, always catching Star off guard since Chaoxiang has always been closed off and cold.

"Life feels empty when I'm not around you."

"You're being cheesy again!"

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Star X Meztli:

Meztli doesn't feel. He physically can't! He deliberately went through a process that takes away his feelings and emotions!

So...why. Why does his heart rate pick up and his body feels like its heating up whenever Star even looks at him?

He's pissed off, initially. Are they pitying him? Making fun of him? He hates it either ways. But he can never find it in himself to harm her anyways. He always freezes up.

"Why..are you here..",

Meztli chokes out, coughing harshly as blood spurts out, leaking down the corner of his lips. He makes a move to glare at the familiar face that looks back at him with slight concern swimming in their eyes, yet they narrowed down on him in distaste and slight hatred.

...The corner of his lips tugs upwards, a curt laugh leaving his bloodied lips. "If you're here to make fun of me...To laugh at me, you can do so now. When I get back up, I'm going to-" He doubled over, suddenly hacking up even more blood. Fast footsteps can be heard coming towards him, forcing Meztli to tilt his head up, now seeing Star bent down infront of him, causing him to raise a brow.

"What are you..-" He gets cut off when Star reaches out to him, hand wiping away the blood streaks on his cheeks. He swallows the lump forming in his throat at the soft and intimate action, before grimacing and hitting their hand away.

"Stop pitying me!"

"You're hurt! Let me help you, please."

And he swore he felt the nostalgic feeling of his heart beating again. Is he dying? If dying felt so soft and loved, then he wouldn't mind dying for Star.

I WENT OVERBOARD BUT UHHH!! I feel like Star would slowly break down his walls, letting him feel what it's like to truly be loved since he has never felt it before other than from Nathan and Elios but that was years ago!

"You gon' kiss me now? You look like you do." -Meztli

"Really? You're the one that has been staring at me for the past hour!" -Star

Star belongs to @startheimpactfangirl !

Chaoxiang belongs to @boiling-potato !

And Meztli belongs to me! ^^