#my inbox is always open to chat even if I'm taking a break from posting art

[httyd-art-requests]

We miss you rahhhhhhh 😭😭

I know, I'm sorryyy 😭

New semester of uni started so it's only a matter of time until I get swamped in schoolwork again. I've been feeling burnt out and drawing dragons takes a bit more energy than I can spare rn, but I have every intention of coming back to the blog.

[allfortheslay25]

Sorry to that one person who asked about more Milo in my inbox. The ask disappeared and has yet to come back after the draft refused to post so I’ll be posting it just like this.

Hopefully you see it🙏

I should probably mention I wrote this chapter years ago but only adjusted some things at the beginning of the year before January

Milo Future Spoilers

There was nothing like the humidity of South Carolina; damp, sweltering, and mouth drying.

Neil smacked his lips and wiped sweat off the back of his neck. No, nothing like it.

The press of something freezing was soothing for a split second before it was alerting. Neil flinched away from the cold glass bottle Andrew pushed against his neck before taking it.

"Thanks."

Andrew squatted next to him, picking under his armbands to collect the sweat building up under them. Neil stared because Neil liked this pair. A shade of white with the thinnest pair of double orange stripes down the inner forearm. Andrew didn't wear them for much. It didn't go with the silver and gold tone of his uniform nor the black of his wardrobe. He hadn't really put them on since Allison gifted them to him back in 2012.

Andrew took Neil's soda from him after watching the man do little to open the damn thing. He popped off the cap, licking the back before pressing it to Neil's forehead.

Neil quirked up a smile. "It's fresh."

Andrew just turned away with his own drink half done.

"Where the fuck is Nicky? It's boiling out here!" Allison shouted from where she was handing out drinks.

Aaron flicked cooler water at Matt when the man attempted to steal the last lemonade. "Probably got sidetracked talking about Germany again. He acts as if we haven't been caught up with him in the last week."

Kevin rattled the doors like a madman. "Let me in.

We're right here, let me in!"

It would have been hilarious, enough to bring smiles and teasing from the old Foxes. But recently, with Kevin's publicized relapse and his alleged divorce from Thea, well, no one was laughing at Kevin these days.

The outer court walls had seen better days too.

The orange paint had faded to a yellow hue, chipped and dusty with tagging unwashed at the corners. Neil knew the Palmetto Foxes had been on a fortunate rise and he knew sometime after his leave did it begin to fall apart. Wymack bit off more than he could chew, they said. Too many scandals, too many suicides and murders, too many delinquents being allowed on a court. But Neil supposes they did well enough to keep those doors open another year.

Neil's drink was promptly swiped from his hands, the culprit? His son, Milo.

"If you're not gonna drink it at least don't let it go hot."

Neil squinted up at the boy. He did that standing too. Milo had hit puberty and outgrew Neil sometime between 12 and 13, but then the growing never stopped. He stood now, at an even 6ft with no chance of finishing his growth spurt.

Lanky and awkward teenage limbs, freckled and messy haired, Milo somehow stopped looking like Neil. Everyone always says his baby face is nostalgic to first year Neil Josten, but if you put the pictures side by side, Milo always had something Neil didn't. There was a sharpness to him, something he couldn't hide better than Neil.

"Kevin, stop playing with the doors, you'll break them." Renee chastised. It was a miracle to have her here with them in the flesh at all. She spent most of their reunions on video chat with low internet. "I'm sure Coach will be here soon with the keys."

Milo, soda long finished, turned to Kevin with an otter pop between his teeth. "Does it bother you that much?" He mumbled.

Kevin let go of the doors with reluctance. "No... I just... I want to see it already."

Milo hummed around his treat before standing and marching over to the doors. He hip checked Kevin—an eerie sight as they stood head to head in height—and pulled something from his pocket.

Milo fiddled with the fence and it sprung open.

The Old Foxes stared in disbelief.

"You had the keys the whole time? Milo!" Dan said.

Milo shrugged, displaying a paperclip and a hairpin. He shoved the fence out the way and marched on to the doors he'd need a code for. As Milo fooled around with it, the Foxes all turned to Neil with faces of amusement and exasperation.

"He's your son alright." They said.

"Little Josten."

"Little Monster." They all cooed.

"That's 'Little Minyard-Josten' to you." Milo announced before punching a button on the door.

It beeped and clicked and Milo turned the handle to allow everyone inside.

"How did you know the code!?" Kevin wondered.

"They just had a baby, no?" Milo pointed out. "It's always been someone's birthday."

The foyer was almost the same as they'd all last seen it. Orange benches were set here and there, and the floor was white tile with orange paw prints. Orange cones were stacked in a corner, three deep and six high. A white door was on the wall to their right, and an orange door was opposite them. Only difference was there was a crack in the wall no one patched up, and the white tiles had muddled down to a moppy grey.

Milo moved past it to the gear closet. As the Old Foxes looked around and chatted about memories a decade old, Milo had suited up and stolen a racquet.

"Should we let him keep doing that?" Allison muttered to the rest.

"Leave him be, this is the most excited we've seen him since before the B R E A K U P call." Dan whispered.

"You know he can spell faster than us, right?"

Aaron whispered back.

"And you know you're a bad whisperer, right?"

Matt countered.

"Cousins!" Anything Aaron was about to say was cut off by Nicky's loud arrival. He raced towards Aaron and Andrew, bringing them into tight squeezes despite the twos wriggling.

Neil smiled because it'd been three years since Andrew had told Nicky he could hug him without asking. Andrew sometimes snapped that he was sick of it, but Andrew had also told Neil years ago that he didn't do regret.

Nicky let out a sharp gasp from his position in hugging Neil. He all but shoved the man into Matt before springing himself onto Milo. "My baby nephew! You've gotten so big! Last time I saw you you were definitely a head shorter! What are they feeding you? Is it Kevin's diet?"

Milo smiled and hugged Nicky as hard as he could despite the pads. "A mix of junk food and Kevin's dietary plan I only follow when I'm bored."

Kevin sent him a glare for that but went back to finding proper gear without a word.

"How did any of you get inside?" Wymack wondered gruffly. Standing in the flesh, was their beloved coach who hadn't seemed to age a day in their eyes. The only thing new was the baby attached to his chest.

Everyone flooded his space in an instant, cooing and awing at the little infant with orange bows in her curly hair. It was a shame Kevin had to be the one to tell them Wymack and Abby were having a baby. He was too excited to remember they wanted to surprise everyone. Sarah was adopted by them as soon as she'd been born, the baby of a previous Fox who didn't want children. None of them knew her from anything other than the tabloids that printed her face everywhere on Exy news the week after her discharge from the hospital. She dropped out of Palmetto soon after and was in the wind before Wymack and Abby could say goodbye.

"Okay you animals, get your diseased faces out of my baby's face. And Kevin, get your face out that closet and hug me dammit."

Kevin paused from where he was pulling a pair of gloves out of the gear closet to sheepishly shuffle over to his father.

"Where's Abby?" Kevin asked as he smiled at

Sarah's squinty face.

"Napping. She wanted to come by but I told her we'd be here all day and she can stop by when she's had at least an hour of sleep." Wymack said.

He tossed the court keys at Neil who used them to unlock all of the doors inside.

Before anyone finished dressing, Jeremy Knox and Jean Moreau knocked on the locker room doors. This reunion was special, a chance for Jean to see Renee, and Jeremy to see Kevin in an act of support in these dire times.

Having so many professional exy stars in one room felt charged in a way. Kevin seemed ready to cream his pants, or so Andrew commented.

Jeremy looked good in orange and Jean looked like he'd rather do the scrimmage naked. But Neil only had eyes for Andrew whose old uniform stretched on him like a wet dream.

"Can you even play like that?" Aaron smirked, silently laughing at Andrew's predicament. Aaron hadn't been on his college grind in so long, he'd lost muscle mass but gained a healthy weight that his uniform fit almost perfectly.

Andrew silently knocked Aaron on the shoulder with his racquet and clicked his tongue at the weight of it. Neil understood the feeling. Their old racquets were like feathers, Neil wasn't sure he could play with something so lightweight.

Milo was setting up cones and baskets of exy balls with cheerfulness. He was running around the court with a giddiness that rubbed off onto everyone else.

"Don't forget to stretch," Kevin reminded him.

Milo turned and threw his body into a bridge position before resting into a handstand.

"Show off." Kevin grumbled as Jeremy laughed.

Milo properly stretched afterward, first to finish as he picked up the basket of exy balls.

"I wanna show you something. Miss Renee, may you take the goal for me?" Milo asked.

“My pleasure,” Renee said with a smile. She gave Andrew a friendly pat on the shoulder and took her place in the goal.

“We don’t have all day, Milo.” Kevin complained.

“Let him do what he wants, it’s his first game playing with us.” Dan said.

“My first game playing with you guys was actually in the morning of July 14th, 2006. It was my ‘Unbirthday’ as uncle Nicky put it and Matt knocked me onto my back.” Milo said as he got into position.

“You can’t count that as a real game.” Kevin said.

Milo smiled over his shoulder, one of the ones that made the Foxes refer to him as ‘Little Monster’ at times. “Shut up, Day, and watch this.”

He looked back at Renee who nodded at him and got into position. The stance was loose but almost as sturdy as it’d been all those years ago. Milo took up a ball and tossed it to her lightly, allowing her to hit it back far enough he’d have to chase it down the court. And Milo did. He didn’t want to see where it was headed. With bullet-like speed he took off, throwing himself from the wall, flying down the court before anyone could do much as turn their heads. The ball hit a far wall and came back. Milo jumped, snatching it from the air and landing on his left foot before propelling himself forward. He made light work of the cones and within 10 steps, scored on Renee. Neil didn’t know why but when Milo had taken the ball, he waited for a pass to someone who wasn’t there. It itched at his brain in a familiarity he couldn’t place.

Andrew narrowed his eyes before his mouth quirked into one of his amused expressions.

“What?” Neil wondered a little too loud.

“He’s just doing the most for no reason.” Kevin interrupted.

“He just mimicked Neil’s exact play his first time at a Fox match.” Andrew corrected.

Everyone turned to him in confusion.

Neil looked back, running it through his head but that game had been so long ago he didn’t remember.

Dan's eyes lit up, though. “He passed to me. Neil, you did that same jump thing your first game—back when Seth was taken off and you made your debut. You passed to me because someone was on your ass.”

“There’s no way. We can’t even remember it clearly. No one can say for sure.” Allison said.

Andrew tapped his temple. “I can. Memory like a steel trap, I never took my eyes off him. I’m the one who passed the ball to Neil.”

“It’s a fluke.” Kevin said.

Milo whistled at them to get everyone’s attention. “I’m not finished.” He tossed another ball to Renee. “I’ll call it for you this time; Seth Gordon 2006.” Milo changed the grip on his racquet, hands lower as his fingers gesture higher. He straightened his back and ran a few seconds after the ball flew, watching it with his eyes and racing at a slower yet more desperate pace. Once he’d caught it, he whipped it over his shoulder with such speed and strength, it nearly clipped Renee on the shoulder.

“There’s no way to guarantee that.” Kevin hissed.

Milo tossed another ball and cocked his head at Kevin. “Really? Let’s get more famous. Let’s see…” Milo tapped the button of his racquet against the floor and passed his stick to his left hand and the movement was so specific, Jean and the Foxes straightened in disbelief. “Kevin Day, 2007.” Milo called, once again changing his posture. The ball went and Milo moved, catching it and weaving around cones with such single mindedness it was breathtaking. Renee was serious now as she waited, eager to stop Milo but incapable of accomplishing it. The ball whistled past her ear and the Foxes roared in incredulous excitement.

“Join me, will you, Mister Knox?” Milo asked.

Jeremy smirked and followed onto the court. He attempted to take up a backliner position but Milo moved him into the striker mark. He passed a ball to Jeremy and motioned for him to continue. The Foxes readied for whatever trick Milo held up his sleeve next. He moved his racquet back to his right and hunched his shoulders a bit in a way that left him open for injury. Jeremy moved to get past him and Milo hooked his foot around his and sent him stumbling. Milo then yanked his stick out of his unassuming hands with a simple twist, stealing the ball and sending it across the court to be slammed into the goal wall.

“Jean Moreau, 2005.” Milo said. Jeremy was on his ass behind him, clutching his wrist in surprise.

“That was a dirty move. I had so much faith in you.”

Milo gave him his racquet, using it to pull Jeremy to his feet. “You were expecting Jean-Yvves Moreau, 2009. But I like surprises.”

Jean frowned from his place by the Foxes. “That move is long dead. You can hurt someone with it.”

Milo held up Jeremy’s arm by the elbow, waving it at Jean. “He’s all in one piece. Now I’ve got something special for you all. Get on the court, Miss Renee, Drew, you may wait for my last demonstration off to the side.

As they all took their marks, not for a scrimmage but for shooting on the goal, Milo sauntered onto Renee’s place, tossing his racquet for hers. He spun it around and moved his hands before crouching and staring them down the court. Even with the helmet over his eyes, there was an intensity that boiled the cool air into something claustrophobic to the group. No one had to guess who Milo was mimicking now, but he still called out to them.

“Andrew Minyard, 2016.”

Neil got first dibs as he was the first to line up. He moved past Nicky and shot at the goal with a ferocity he saved for real matches. The deafening crack that boomed through the space as Milo’s racquet connected with the ball made everyone flinch in their spots. The ball sailed through the air like a jet before smacking into the other goal.

“There’s no way you did that!” Nicky screamed.

“That’s Andrew’s move. Do you know how many goalies have attempted to replicate that and succeeded?” Kevin shouted. “Eight! Only six have accomplished it in all exy history!”

“Seven, counting me.” Milo said, tossing the racquet over his shoulder. “But if I’m truly honest, I wouldn’t be able to do it again as accurately. Especially during an intense game. I’ve practiced your moves since I could hold a racquet and I've mastered your techniques in less years than you’ve all been playing. But Drew’s moves are special.”

Kevin was still staring at the ball across the court. “We need that tape. Get us that tape. You’ll need to show it to recruiters—”

“Slow down, Kevin.” Jeremy said.

“You’re turning red.” Jean said.

Kevin seemed close to fainting. When he’d had some water and Wymack promised to send him the security tape, they all got their chance to shoot on Milo who didn’t allow a single one through. After the showboating, they played a real scrimmage. Whoever won got to play with Milo next and even as Kevin lost thrice in a row, he never stopped his giddy chatter about the places Milo would go and the changes he’d bring to the sport.

[kbunzzi2oa]

The night he came back...Min Yoongi...

W.C -• 4.9k

Paring -• Ex!Yoongi × Ex fem!reader

Contains -• Exes to lovers, small smut scene, kissing, taking care, angst, fluff, slow burn,

Synopsis -• After a stormy night, you can't help but take care of your bruised ex boyfriend..

Nef notes! : new small imagine, currently going to post small stuff, I'm working on a SERIES FOR THE FIRST TIME! cant wait! hope you guys like this, my friend recommended me this so yeah! reblogs, comments, or even a like is enough, as always my inbox and chats are open, y'all could always talk to me!..lav y'all!

The night rain came heavy—sheets against the windows, thunder like a grudge in the sky. You were curled on the couch, hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands, trying to ignore the silence that had filled your apartment since he left. Since Yoongi.

College had pulled you both in opposite directions. Deadlines, miles, depression, anxiety—you’d both cracked under the weight. He hadn’t fought when you said, “We need to break up.” Maybe that’s what hurt most.

You hadn’t seen him in six months.

So when the knock came—three dull thuds—you almost didn’t move.

But something inside you stirred.

You opened the door.

And there he was.

Yoongi.

Soaked. Bruised. Blood crusted at the corner of his lip. A split eyebrow. Knuckles scraped. Hoodie clinging to his lean frame like it was trying to keep him from falling apart.

“Yoongi?” your voice trembled.

He blinked at you, swaying. “Hey.”

And then he collapsed.

You dragged him inside, panic overtaking everything. He was heavy but familiar. Warm despite the rain. You set him on the couch, your hands trembling as you flicked on the light.

What the hell happened to you?

He stirred, groaning. “M’fine...”

“You’re not fine.”

You dashed for your first-aid kit. You hadn’t used it in months. Not since he’d cut his palm cooking, and you’d kissed it better.

Now, you knelt beside him, dabbing at his face with warm water and cotton pads, your hands far more practiced than they should’ve been.

He winced. “Still nurse-like, huh?”

You scowled. “Still an idiot, huh?”

His lips twitched, even as he winced. You caught the scent of blood and rain and him—so him it hurt. “Who did this to you?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. Just stared at your lips. Your eyes. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Your chest ached. “You could’ve called.”

“I wanted to. A hundred times. But... I didn’t think I deserved it.”

The words sank into your skin like needles. You taped a bandage over his eyebrow, silent. It was easier than asking the questions screaming in your head.

Later, you handed him a towel and let him use your bathroom. When he came out in your ex’s sweatpants—no, not ex, Yoongi’s—and an old tee he used to sleep in, you could barely breathe.

He looked like he belonged here.

He always had.

“Couch or bed?” you asked softly.

He hesitated. “Do you want me to go?”

You didn’t answer. Just turned, walking into your room. When you looked back, he was following.

Yoongi climbed into bed like a ghost returning home. No words. Just the sound of sheets and breath and hearts.

You didn’t sleep.

You stared at the ceiling while his presence pressed into the air like fog. Your back was to him, but every nerve in your body was aware—of his breath, his warmth, the fact that you still remembered how his fingers felt on your skin.

“Why did you come to me?” you whispered.

A long pause.

“Because I didn’t want to be alone when it all finally broke.”

You rolled over. Met his eyes in the dark.

“Yoongi, what happened?”

He was quiet. Then: “A fight. With some guys in a bar. I was drunk. I said something I shouldn’t have. I’ve been... spiraling.”

You swallowed hard. “Are you okay?”

“No."

It was honest. Raw. And that’s what shattered you.

You reached for his hand. Found his fingers cold. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want to drag you down again.”

Your voice cracked. “You were never a burden. You were just hurting.”

His grip tightened. “I didn’t know how to fix myself. And i hated that you were always trying.”

“I tried because I loved you.”

The words echoed. Hung in the room like smoke.

Yoongi exhaled. “I never stopped.”

Your breath hitched.

“I wake up thinking of you,” he murmured. “Fall asleep wishing you were next to me. Every day, I tell myself I made the right choice staying away. And every night, I know I didn’t.”

Tears stung your eyes.

He shifted closer, faces inches apart now. “I miss your laugh. Your dumb movies. The way you kissed my neck when you thought I was asleep. I miss you.”

You couldn’t stop it—you reached out, cradling his bruised face, thumbing over the cut on his lip. “You’re still mine,” you whispered.

He nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

The kiss was soft at first.

Cautious.

Like touching flame after months in the cold. But then his hand slid to your hip, and yours into his hair, and it was like no time had passed at all. Mouths remembering. Bodies relearning.

Yoongi groaned against your lips, pulling you closer like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Your breath hitched as his tongue slid over yours, slow and desperate.

You gasped, whispering, “Yoongi—”

And he kissed you deeper.

The tension exploded, like all the pain and want and regret combusted at once. Clothes were pulled off in the dark. You guided him onto his back, straddling him, trailing kisses over the bruises on his jaw, his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed.

“For what?”

“For letting you go.”

He cupped your cheek. “Then don’t let me go tonight.”

It wasn’t rushed.

It was slow, like mourning and rebirth all in one. His hands were reverent, trembling, as he touched your skin like it was sacred. You gasped when he entered you, both of you still and breathless for a moment.

Then he moved.

And it was like poetry written in sweat and skin and gasps. Like every fight, every lonely night, every missed chance was being rewritten.

“God, I missed this,” he rasped against your throat. “Missed you.”

You moaned, fingers digging into his back. “Yoongi... please...”

He kissed you through it. Touched you like he needed to memorize every inch. And when you came, it was with his name on your lips, whispered like a prayer.

He followed, groaning into your neck, his body shaking.

Afterward, he collapsed beside you, breathless, clinging like he was scared you’d vanish.

You didn’t let go.

The morning was grey and soft.

You woke to Yoongi’s arms around you. His breath against your shoulder. His thumb tracing light patterns over your stomach.

“You still love me?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Always.”

“Then I’ll get better. For you. For us.”

Tears welled again. But this time, they were warm.

You turned to face him. “We’ll get better together.”

He smiled—small, broken, but real.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve to heal.”

And when he kissed you again—slow, tender—you believed it.

[vintersang]

Hello, everyone.

I'm alive!

I wanted to make this little post to announce a small hiatus. My creativity energy has taken bit of a dive, so I have not been extremely active on here... As you can most likely tell. My activity has dropped, but I am planning to quietly focus on drafts whenever my inspiration hits me. I have noticed my struggle to write has spread over to other hobbies, such as my joy to create edits... Which is, quite frankly, one of the more unfair things to happen. With this in mind, I have decided to take a short break in order to try to nurse my creativity back to me.

Anything that I finish in my drafts (including my inbox) will be queued up once I actually complete something. Naturally, I want to thank everyone that is still waiting for me. I hate making people wait on me, so I feel a bit extra bad. I wanted to start this year off more strongly, especially since I really want to be on Elsa, but my energy has been quite low lately. For the time being, I will be focusing on trying to re-spark myself. I miss being active on my dash, but I am struggling.

Looking at my drafts, both threads and incomplete asks, makes me feel really disappointed. I know writing is a hobby, but seeing all of it does stress me out a bit. I wish I was a faster writer, but I'm not. I love the rush of excitement whenever I finish something on this blog since I have come to enjoy learning more about my Elsa. But lately? The drafts, I think, are a bit stressful for me to look at whenever I come back onto this blog. Don't get me wrong, I love the interactions so much. The issue is the fact that my writing pace is so slow, especially when muse is being fickle. I enjoy my time on here when I'm active, but I dislike my writing pace. The worst part of my overall writing pace and my unpredictable muse, I think, must be the realization that I make people wait.

Many of my mutuals, especially the mutuals from my Homura blog, are very patient with me. Logging on here to see that I still have my mutuals is, well, really comforting to see. I know all of my mutual friends will be patient with me when they do come across this post on their dash. I adore that for them, truly.

My biggest enemy when it comes to making people wait even longer is, well, myself. No one else. Intrusive thoughts can be a big pain, that's for sure. Right now, I am here to update everyone on what's going on. I don't know how long the hiatus will last, but I will still work on my drafts. My biggest first concern will be finishing my dust-covered threads, then slowly make my way through my inbox. Any unanswered DMs will be answered, though I do apologize for any delays in advance. To those who have reached out to me on my Discord to merely chat, thank you for having me in your thoughts. My social battery can easily get overwhelmed, so it's easy for me to get lost in my own little world...or forget to respond back, which is a bit awkward.

To all of my new followers, welcome to my blog. I know things are quiet right now, but I am hoping to change that in the near future.

For anyone who is reading this, here is an adorable-looking gift!

My ancient phone died at some point this month, so I had the chance to upgrade my phone from an iPhone 6s to an iPhone 13. It was stressful when it happened, but I am happy to have a better phone because I get to take better pictures of my dearest cat. Tabitha is my precious cat. She is currently purring in my lap as I type this post out. Isn't she adorable? My motivation to write (as well as open up Photoshop to work on late gifts) have been really low lately, but... Tabitha is still happily purring in my lap.

If you made it to the very end, I have a small request:

What is one of your favorite books?

(If you answer, please explain why! Talking about books always makes me excited, no matter what kind of slump I'm in!)

It can be a series or a novel, but I would really like to know. Why? Because I'm planning to slowly focus on reading my own books. You see, I have a system: If I cannot write, then I bounce over to my next hobby to try to do something. My motivation to create edits often helps me get back in the mood when it comes to writing for Homura, but... Elsa is more trickier, apparently. Alas, my issue right now is simply my lack of motivation to write anything.

So, what do I do when I can't create?

I focus on reading because I'm always reading something. With this little knowledge, please send me some books. I prefer fictional books. Fantasy is my main genre of choice. I also love historical fiction. You get bonus points if it's some kind of fantasy and historical fiction. I adore faeries (including mermaids) in my books, but there doesn't have to be faeries in the books.

Overall, I want to hear about your books as well. I'm going to try to focus on reading while I'm away because reading always helps me to write something, even if it doesn't go anywhere. Reading is always a big comfort me since I can always rely on it, hehe.

Thank you for reading this far!

[leviathans-watching]

heyyyooo!! I saw your post about you posting again, and I hope it's ok if I ask for a comfort post with all the obey me characters you write for

can you write an x reader where reader just sits down next to them one day, sighs and expresses how tired they are and explain that they're just barely hanging on by a thread and they're also on the verge of a mental breakdown.

and maybe have the character look at MC in absolute horror because MC always bottles up their emotions and theyve never outwardly told anyone how they actually feel.

( also, I'm so sorry if this doesnt make sense. )

oh um could MC talk really softly about their emotions?

anon asked: Hello! I hope your doing well. May I request OM bros reacting to gn mc who's having a burnout with their studies?(if you have done it do ignore or maybe drop link-?<:') )

the brothers with a burnt-out mc

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .9k | rated g | m.list

a/n: combined two asks for this since they were similar!! thank you both for requesting and i hope you feel better soon! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request so come say hi!!!!

please reblog! ! ! ! !

➳ lucifer feels really bad. how had not noticed? how long had this been going on, and how much work had he assigned to you when the last thing you wanted to do was do it? regret is clear in his eyes as he listens to you slowly and quietly describe your feelings. “i’m really sorry you feel this way,” he says, swallowing. “i’m sorry if i’ve made it any worse, what with the tasks i’ve been having you do.” you go to dispute the point, but he stops you. “i’ll grant you a break from your tasks for the time being. there’s nothing time-sensitive or important happening now anyway, and i, and my brothers, would be more than willing to pick up whatever work you do have. i’m always here for you if you need to talk, so just focus on relaxing and healing, okay?”

➳ mammon pulls you into a swift hug, his arms tightly locking around you. “it sucks to feel that way, doesn’t it?” he asks, and your eyes burn as you nod into his shoulder. “i’m sorry you have to deal with this. i can totally help ya on anything you need, and i’m always here for you, got that?” he rubs small circles into your back, the action more soothing than he could ever know. “let’s just take it easy for a few days. nothing needs to be done immediately, and i know you feel like you constantly have to be the best, but you’re the best when you’re not feeling like this. ya shouldn’t sacrifice your health for somethin’ like this.” your voice had been small when you were talking and he wants to quell any insecurity you may have about telling him.

➳ levi knows the feeling well, but he never could have guessed you were familiar with it. you always seemed so ready for anything, so excited to undertake new tasks and chores. he wonders now how much of it was an act. “i’m sorry you’re feeling like this, mc,” he says, earnestly looking into your eyes. “i’m no stranger to the feeling, and i know how draining it is. if you want to get away form all of that, you’re always welcome here. i’ve got no expectations for you, so if you want to come in here and just be, please do. we don’t even have to talk or anything.” you’ve calmed him down countless times, and he really wants to be able to return the feeling.

➳ satan grimaces. he’s always liked work, loved to bury himself in it, but even he can get exhausted. he supposes it’s no surprise you’re feeling this way- for too long you’d been pushing past your own limits to keep up with them, even though it wasn’t healthy. he’d noticed, of course, but with so many things moving through his head at once the thought was easily forgotten, pushed off to the side for something more immediate. he feels terrible for that now. could he have prevented you from feeling like this? “it truly saddens me you’re dealing with this,” he says softly. “i’d be more than willing to help you with your work and tasks. please, let me help you.”

➳ asmo gasps. you’d always seemed so cheerful and put together, capable of dealing with anything that had come your way! but to hear that for so long things had been building up without his knowledge… it feels terrible. he wishes you had come to him before this, let him help, but he can definitely understand wanting to deal with it alone. “mc, you’ve done so well,” he says, clasping your hands gently. “you definitely deserve a break. let me pamper you, give you the full experience. i think you’ll feel much better.” and even if you don’t want a spa or anything like that, he’s more than willing to come up with other things to help. you should never have to feel overwhelmed and tired like this!

➳ beel is at a loss for words. he hadn’t really considered you hid your emotions from him- you’d always seemed like such an open book. but now, he wondered how much of your true feelings you had hid. shaking his head, he squares his shoulders. now was the time to focus on you, not his own insecurities. “thank you for telling me, i know how hard that must have been.” he’s not the most eloquent, so it takes him a moment to put his thoughts together. “i’m really sorry you’ve been dealing with this and i want to help in any way i can. i think you hold yourself to this really high standard, but mc, it’s okay to ease up on yourself sometimes. i promise everyone here knows how hard you work. you really deserve a break, so please, use this to take one.”

➳ belphie never knew the weight on your shoulders. sure, he knew that you felt the expectations of not only lucifer, but also diavolo and solomon, but he could have never imagined you felt them this keenly. “if you need my help, i can totally give it,” he offers, though he knows how hard it can be for you to accept help from others, “and i know beel would love to assist you as well. you’re probably tired,” he says, referencing the bags under your eyes. “want to take a nap?” that’s what he always does to feel better (or, well, in any situation, but the sentiment still stands). you nod softly and he wastes no time ushering you to his room, where his warm and comforting blankets are waiting.

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

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whilst you explore the archive, please make sure to abide by these rules and guidelines. failure to do so will result in dire consequences, so be warned, noble flower.

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[amjustagirl]

hey Nikki it's ellie !! i noticed you found my account :0 it's not like i made it particularly hard but i'd like to keep sending anonymous asks if you don't mind

the latest kuroo post ❤️❤️❤️ okay you know how old i am, i've never been in a similar situation myself but i've been hearing a lot of things from friends and you know, not everyone is as respectful and patient and it was really nice seeing someone setting the standard, even if it's just a fictional character, does that make sense?

i also noticed you said a lot of angsty pieces are based on situations you observe and i had to say you have an interesting way of viewing things

anyway how are you? i'm doing great !! patiently wait for the Kita fic, taking care of my plants, studying calculus, and Japanese as i do that, i'm technically on a summer break but i want to get ahead in uni

you chose a major that would allow you to have a relatively normal job and to retire early right? not me 💀 i want to go into astrophysics but it feels so scary sometimes you know? the competition is HUGE and you always have to stay alert and informed about the latest advancements and opportunities, i don't mind the stress but i keep wondering whether i can make it or not

but oh well worst case scenario i'll open a flower shop and hope for smth au-ish like the day dreamer that i am

see that's why i'll stay anonymous, i always go off about whatever it is that crosses my mind, it's embarrassing

that aside i really hope you're doing well or at least surviving 💛🌻

hehe i saw your reblog tags and found you!! please feel free to send in asks on anon - i have zero issues with it. i'm just happy you even wanna chat with me!!! like the recent kuroo post - yeah yknow i'm rly glad that you've never been in similar situation before, and i hope you never will because it's not....good - an understatement but yeah. it's sad that ppl think they have a right to dictate what another person does with their body but that's what happens when there isn't an emphasis on autonomy and consent when a kid is growing up! so..idk i just wanted to do my part cos that's something i feel very, very strongly about!

(ofc - to anyone reading this - if you wanna share your experiences or talk abt these issues, pls, pls pls. my inbox is always open to yall).

i....observe people. i watch people, i listen to their stories and i guess that where a lot of my inspiration to write angst comes from! idk does it make sick in the head or wtv but yeah. interesting HOW hahahaha.

i'm good and im happy to hear you're doing great! what sort of plants do you have! and omg smarty pants love that you're learning japanese!!! and calculus! you go girl! i think it's amazing that you're pursuing what you love - i think there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! but look, don't be scared about the competition as long as you tried, but my real world advice would be to always have a back up plan in case everything goes south. (maybe a flower shop???) don't be embarrassed about rambling, i rly love hearing from you :)

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

Your headcanons are such a delight to read! I know you wrote a little fic about them, but I'm curious about what headcanons you have about Edelgard x Dimitri! If you don't wish to do it that's fine :). How long will your requests be open for by the way?

(scenario in question for those who want to see it)

thank you so much!! i bumped this ask up in priority because i already have headcanons for dimigard (or whatever we want to call it) lying in my documents, and it’s a good question that others might be curious about. the answer’s under the read more for those who just want to read the headcanons :)

enjoy~

since dimitri’s so polite and friendly to everyone, he’s the type to listen to scammers and door-to-door merchants

he doesn’t accept their offers

but he does give them the time of day

and they’ll have a nice, long chat about whatever

sometimes it devolves into their life story

he listens long enough to the point where he can name their family and childhood pets

most of the time, they do this to gain sympathy and make him more likely to say yes (he never does)

but ever since he and edelgard got together, the shady ones have been weeded out

she glares at them behind dimitri’s back, silently saying, ‘fool him and i will break you’

so the only people that talk to him now are the genuinely nice folks

she still shakes her head every time and doesn’t understand how he can be so approachable

(it’s one of the things she likes about him though)

they’re always doing something productive

study dates are common

you can bet that even if they look like they’re ‘sitting around’

they’re doing work

that said, dimitri gets distracted all the time though bc edelgard’s really pretty when she concentrates

they disagree with each other a lot

“this works better than—”

“that’s not right because—”

“what you’re saying doesn’t make sense if—”

their perspectives clash all the time

but at the end of the day, they always compromise and move on

(except when they don’t)

(because they can get equally stubborn)

(those go on for days)

there’s no heat behind their fights though, just a respectful 'i think you’re mistaken’

it’s odd to outsiders bc it seems like they don’t get along, but it’s impressive to watch two opposite ideas mesh together

they’re not overly romantic

not even in private

but they’ve learned to pick up cues that tell them what the other is thinking

dimitri gives back hugs whenever she’s upset (she feels uncomfortable showing weakness so he’ll avoid looking at her eye-to-eye)

and edelgard comforts him with words and soft whispers (she knows he likes concrete affirmation so she becomes more direct)

their faith in each other is unwavering

“trust me”

“i already do”

it doesn’t stop them from worrying about each other in dangerous situations

but if they have each other, they think they can face whatever comes their way

[asks are open!]

question time!

in theory, they’ll always be open. the open/closed status is kind of misleading, when i think about it. i add it to the end of my posts as an invitation to talk to me/send stuff whenever, and i added it to the blog description because it was intended to soft cap the amount of asks sitting around. it’s just to make sure everyone who sends something in will get it in a timely manner (i.e. ‘closing’ the inbox would show others that i’ve got a lot on my plate and the waiting times are long)

realistically though, opening or closing requests won’t change the waiting times because i answer them first come first serve. for example:

asks are chronologically put on a list of things to do

inbox receives an ungodly amount of asks and closes

people wait for it to open (= inbox clear)

process repeats

they still wait the same amount of time to get a request done. the only difference is the pandemonium that occurs whenever the inbox is reopened

so with that in mind, i’ll change it to show the amount of asks sitting around instead! i think it’ll be fun watching the numbers change (and it might deter the more empathetic folks from sending stuff in bc they’ll see how much i have to do so they’ll feel bad about their request and therefore i’ll get less asks jk jk, don’t be shy to send stuff in even if the number is high)

i’m a full-time uni student taking 6(!!!) courses this semester though, and in conjunction with my slow writing, it does take a while for me to finish requests ;;

hopefully as we get closer to the release date, there’ll be more fe3h request blogs so the workload will spread out, but for now, we’ll have to deal with just me!

[loathedlineage-a]

⚡️ i'm so invested in the amelia/patroclus & amelia/laurent friendships ok? do those :3

send me a ⚡️and I’ll fill out for you/your muse:

PATROCLUS

my first impression of your muse: I was honestly clueless af when I first discovered Patroclus like I had never heard of him or the fandom he was from so my first impression was honestly a blank slate XD my first impression of you: i thought you were legit talented af tbh. like all of your blogs, you managed to portray each of the characters flawlessly as though you wrote them yourself. i have to admit i was a bit nervous about approaching you cause im a nervous boob like that with everyone i admire XDmy favorite thing about your muse: honestly, i can’t get over how much of a sweetheart he is. even with our thread of pat helping amelia, like this is exactly the kind of person amelia needs to be around, none of those ‘omg r u harry’s sis?????’ people who corner her and scare her. my favorite thing about you: gaaah i could make a list tbh, you’re just such a wonderful person to chat to! like i always smile tbh whenever i see you on the dash or in my IMs or inbox or anything. ur a bae and ur a blessing to follow tbh <3 <3would I ever consider shipping our muses: as a brotp? definitely!a plot I’d like to see between our muses: tbh i kinda like the idea of doing something during the seventh year when all hell breaks loose at hogwarts. it might be interesting to see how those two handle ‘surviving’ at hogwarts. an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: tbh i have the feeling anything we do would be considered au given amelia is an oc and pat would be in his hp crossover verse XD

LAURENT

my first impression of your muse: Pretty much the same as Patroclus. XD These characters/fandoms were oblivious to me until I came across your blog/smy first impression of you: same as above <3 <3 <3my favorite thing about your muse: his relationship with his brother like omg ahjsfkhgfhjskh *ugly sobbing* pls take my heart i cant handle this angst. every time i see you post anything about it or send me stuff about it i always die with feelsmy favorite thing about you: same as above <3 <3 <3would I ever consider shipping our muses: okay but id be lying if i said i wouldnt die at the thought of these two have a hella sweet friendship/brotp happeninga plot I’d like to see between our muses: gaaah ive been staring at this for ages but ive been drawing a major blank and it doesnt help that i only woke up not too long ago im so sorry but im legit open to anything and any kind of discussion okay gimme all of the laurent/amelia stuff i need those boobs *major hearteyes af*an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: same as above haha XD

[leviathans-watching]

Hi, how are you? Could I request obey me where the brother react to an MC that has braces?

the brothers reacting to MC w/ braces

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: i'm great, hbu? ty for requesting and this is such a cute one! it's bringing me back to when i had braces, which i actually loved. as always, my inbox is open to chat or req!!

reblog pls ♥♥

➳ lucifer does his best to ignore them, trying not to think about how cute you look with braces. it's hard, with how much you smile, because they’re pretty much always in his face. sometimes you catch him looking at you, face the slightest bit pink, but as soon as he notices you looking back, his eyes dart away, and he clears his throat, rejoining the conversation like he was never distracted. you, of course, are unaware of the effect they have on him, and you should be, as it was crazy how affected he was by something as simple as braces! it was almost disgraceful.

➳ mammon literally can't look at you. like seriously, you think he hates you because he never looks directly at you, eys instead fixed over your shoulder or something. he eventually manages to get somewhat used to them, but he still can’t look your way for long before a blush threatens to explode on his face. he watches you brush your teeth at night sometimes, transfixed by how normal it looks, as if you aren’t brushing around metal every time. his staring weirds you out a bit, but you pass it off as a character quirk and ignore him most of the time.

➳ levi thinks you look just like one of his favorite characters from a show he’s watching, which means his mind is filled with images of you cosplaying the character and looking great while you do it. he learns you can switch colors and is immediately by your side, begging you to switch them to orange, which is his color. not only does he think it’ll look really good on you, he also gets a small thrill from the idea of you having his colors, you proudly showing everyone you loved him so much so you were willing to put it on your teeth.

➳ satan sets about making sure they have food on hand you can safely eat, even if you assure him it doesn't really matter what the orthodontist says, as you don’t really listen anyway. he reads all of the informational packets and asks a lot of questions, and when you get them tightened and return with a slight lisp he can’t breathe, as you’re just too cute. you’re confused on why he suddenly seems to be short-circuiting around you, making you have to repeat stuff two, sometimes three times before he actually understands it.

➳ asmo can’t believe how you manage to make even braces look good. it’s totally unfair, and he notices as soon as he posts a pic of you smiling on devilgram his follower count increases insanely and he sees a bunch of demons and witches out and about, casually rocking braces. you’ve managed to start a new trend! he takes full credit for it, of course, and even though he wishes he could look good in braces, he has to admit, every pic he has of you with them is fantastic. this just means he’s even more enthusiastic about them, making you pose in more and more pictures.

➳ beel doesn't notice for a little bit, but once he does, it’s like he completely loses the ability to interact with you normally. he kis6 stares at you, watching the glint of metal, a blush on his face. he gets the urge to squeeze, like humans do with cute animals, and whatever he’s holding at the moment usually breaks, clenched in his vice-like grip. sometimes you allow him to squeeze your cheeks gently, examining your teeth from close up. if he accidentally squeezes too much strength then you get cheek kisses in apology, and he swears he can feel the imprint of metal through your skin.

➳ belphie didn't know you had braces until he got out of the attic, and then it was hard to reconcile his image of you without braces with the image of you with them. this leads to him staring, but he’s much subtler than any of his brothers, so you don’t really notice, something he’s grateful for. you switch to purple once, not thinking anything of it, but it puts him in crisis mode as he tries to figure out if it’s a message to him of some kind or just coincidence. it’s just a coincidence, but belphie can’t quite convince himself of that.

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