The moment Vil fell in love with you, was one of the most vulnerable moments he had ever experienced. It was something that had caught him completely unawares, and never thought he'd fall for someone, much less the prefect of ramshackle.

Spoilers for the end of book 6, if you have not gotten that far.

The ride back to NRC from the island of woe was an exhausting one, to say the least. Everyone was groaning in mild annoyance at Vils sobbing at his now olden state, a wrinkled face with sunken cheeks and grey hair...something he feared more than anything in the world. Nobody actually blamed him, though, for anybody else would react as strongly to see their youth stripped away without even the hint of getting back their original form. Ugly, old, and gross, are all words Vil would go on to describe himself. You felt pity for him of course, but you were just as exhausted as everyone else.

Vil watched you in surprise as you stood up in a sleepy haze, wobbling to the (now) old man and cupping his sunken cheeks into your lively hands.

"Vil," You said sternly, the suddenness of your actions causing him to bite back his sobs for merely a moment.

"What you did for us today," You said with confidence in your tired eyes, "Was the most heroic thing I have ever seen. That was the bravest, most selfless act you could have possibly done, and I truly admire you for it, Vil." Your stern eyes softened with a smile mixed with pity and admiration, unconciously stroking his cheek with your thumb in attempt to sooth his trembling figure.

"We will find a way to get your body back. I understand this is a lot, but you need to hold onto faith." Your hands squished his cheeks together in a teasing and playful manner, purposefully causing him unable to respond verbally. Vil simply nodded, and you continued with passion raising your tone of voice.

"Right now, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful person with the biggest heart of gold I've ever met." You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, something that drew him back with widened eyes. "Now, you must be incredibly tired from all the fighting we did. Try and rest, okay? You need it." He wanted to tell himself you were simply feeding him words of comfort in order to cease his persistent whining, yet with such confidence dripping with every word and small gesture you had no reason for engaging in, that was how he knew you were genuine.

How could you be so willing to kiss him when he looks like...that? How can you call him beautiful when all he sees are wrinkled hands and spotty skin? The word "heroic" also stuck out to him. Years of being played the villain, always unable to make it to the end of a movie, being discarded as the "bad guy," yet here you were, calling him...your hero. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. There's no way you of all people could make him feel so...conflicted.

Yet there you were, with stringy sweaty hair, scratches, bruises, mud riddling your skin from hours of fighting for the world. He noticed how his dorm outfit lay in tatters on your body, and bags under your eyes were apparent as you so shamelessly yawned and sat next to him, falling asleep as you leaned up against his shoulder. This was the brazen prefect of Ramshackle- someone with flaws, attitude, and a disastrous display.

Yet at this moment, all he could think about was just how beautiful you looked, too.

Ruh Roh

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The silence that captivated the forest was broken by the wolf sitting on the porch. “I miss the cliffs back home.” The vampire sitting beside them raised his eyebrows. “I thought you were raised in the city.”

- Home Sweet Home (fem! darlin' OC in art)

art by the ever lovely @sri-rachaa <3 thank you girlie for da gift. <3

Gordon: …I’ll worry about it later. Right now I need to get back to that typewriter… feels like I’ve been working on this stupid list for over a month.

Ricky: I guess you could say this is getting a… Callback~?

Gordon: …

Ricky: Ah~? Ah~? Get it? Cause of the phone we found in-

Gordon: I get the stupid joke, you raggedy sock.

You better hide your gold fairies, because I'm coming for you >:))

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What if iiiiii fucked him up again?

I love whenever you tease us with vague and cryptic answers to the questions we have about A1 and A2 that only leave us with more questions

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Hey, my game updated okay?

part 3/4

The Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey understands human affairs, is adept in its daily life, is able to avoid death and lengthen its life, and has knowledge and understanding of of yin and yang - with the power to separate and recombine them at will.

two babygirls and a princess

hanahaki viktor

[[has this trope died down? has anyone written hanahaki viktor x reader? can someone link me angst and love? i am very stressed over work rn and thinking about the equally stressed man.]] viktor who seems more sick and tired than usual a few months after meeting reader viktor who locks himself in his room throwing up flowers viktor hiding away in the lab's storage room spewing petals while he worries that you can smell the fragrance viktor running to the window and coughing out of it, hoping you think its just his usual illness and not fucking flowers viktor who refuses to fall in love and acknowledge his loneliness, even as he almost dies choking on petals viktor who reads extensively on the disease (he's a man of science after all) and still refusing to believe there is no simpler cure viktor who wants to be free and surgically remove his flowers but secretly doesn't want to stop loving you and finally... reader finding him when he doesn't show up to the lab for a week worried, only to see him dying not from his illness but from hanahaki in a room full of petals the color of their hair, their eyes, their love... viktor tears in his eyes as you tell him you love him over and over and over. the flowers immediately wilting as he holds onto you apologizing, breathless.

mew is going to fuck shit up for everyone

was scrolling though Twitter until I see this person that posted this

This has got me wheezing right now, apparently it’s supposed to be about what black pearl looked like from the inside of captain caviar’s submarine