“So, when Liu Qingge kissed him both times, it was only to feed him his blood? And not because he was trying to turn Shen Yuan into a cut-sleeve?!
Liu Qingge…actually didn’t have those thoughts about him?”
inspired by “No Good Goes Unpunished” by @siren_cat
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You irk me, yet again…
Basically: Knives in a turtleneck + glasses + messed up hair. Aka, “OH NO!! HES HOT!!”
TYSM TO MY AMAZING FRIEND FOR INSPIRING THIS PIECE @bansshi UR ART IS GORG
Knives is the image of perfection.
Well, curated closely to it, you’d say.
Ironed shirts, crisp lines, set face, clear tone. Neat, clean, proper, just distinctly Nai.
So even a hair out of place irks him, a small stubborn baby hair draping over his forehead and setting asymmetrical values to his face. Besides his mole, of course. He continued to intently read the document you’d shared, after you’d become each other's official unofficial proofreaders for assignments.
He huffed frustratedly, attempting to tuck it back into place atop his head.
“Everything ok?” You looked up from spare notes you were perusing over from last lecture. Knives only adjusted his reading glasses, biting the inside of his cheek. “Adequate.” He pauses, looking over to you. “It’s not your work, if that’s what you’re fretting over.”
“Good to know.” You truly just wanted to see how he was feeling, but it wasn’t a bad feeling to have your work praised by him. Was praise even the right word?
“Mm.” He hummed, continuing to read despite his annoyed glare. His voice reverberated through his chest, and every silent groan and huff would show through his turtleneck. “You felt awfully dressy today.” You scroll down the document you wrote during class, adding onto the notes in contemplation. “It looks nice.” Maybe paying back the.. compliment? (If that’s what it was).
His jaw clenched in response, looking at you from over his glasses, eyes ever so attentive.
“Lounging in sleepwear all day isn’t my ideal wardrobe.” He scoffed.
“Tell that to your brother, I think I’ve seen the same Star Wars pj pants at least once, if not twice a week.” You could draw them, if you wanted to. Lightsabers with Chewbacca and a, ‘in a galaxy far, far away,’ phrase printed here and there. Nai had to do his laundry for him every now and then if he didn’t want Vash to live in those pants.
His only retort was an exaggerated roll of his eyes, forearms flexing when he fixed that very, very annoying hair that draped over his forehead.
“You don’t look improper today yourself.” He typed a small comment off to the side, gifting you constructive criticism.
Was that a..
“Was that a compliment?” You lit up, hopes getting the best of you. When did you get so excited over his praise? Just a few months ago you’d found him upright and a bit of a prick, and he still was, just a bit more of an interesting uptight prick.
“If you see it that way.” He clears his throat, “I’m done proofreading, check it when you’re ready.”
“Thanks again.”
“Mhm.” And then he continued his work,
Irked by your comment and the small hair on his forehead.
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So show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins
This is the CRUNCHY version of the work, but you can see the full version in one of the upcoming chapter's of @yourbestieluke 's @ineffableidiotsbigbang work And to Dust You Shall Return. What a fun team event to be part of!! Delighted to finally see all of it sprouting up now.
Huge shouts to the team of Luke and @icloudrebel , and of course to the mod team and event runners ✌️
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Hi so I found this fic the other day that changed my life /pos
It's by @bellflowering and I love it a lot and I'm really bad at putting stuff into words so I made some art for it
Slight CW for minor blood and depictions of panic attacks and hallucinations !!
Please go check it out here!!
It's so worth your time!!! Please support the original author! 🧡🧡🧡 (And be sure to mind the tags of the fic as well! Stay safe 🧡)
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Eddie's Fave Jacket
-> Twitter • AO3 • Redbubble (regular + polaroid)
You can read @you-came-back lovely Eddie fic - which inspired this piece - right here on AO3.
To see the Polaroid version, as well as an image description, check out below the cut.
ID. A digital art piece featuring the character, Eddie Munson, from Netflix' Stranger Things. He's standing in front of a faded background of a basketball court, looking at the viewer at a slight angled tilt with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He's wearing Steve's slightly oversized letterman jacket and conveying a slightly amused look on his face. END ID.
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the horrors of ishval
art inspired by @lantur's delicate!
it is truly one of the best fics i have ever read and i highly recommend it to everyone! i don't have enough words to describe how this fic has moved me. thank you lantur for this wonderful fanfiction.
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Careful now…
A drabble inspired by my friend @yakhult ‘s art! Found here
Your hand firmly held onto his tie, bringing the alluring man closer.
Your lipstick lay smudging the collar of his shirt, which you were sure he’d berate you for later, and a devilish smirk playing at his lips despite his awkward swaying movements.
“Careful now..” he murmured, ears a bit flushed. He swallowed in embarrassment, pink tinging his ears beautifully. Your thumb ran over the smooth fabric of his tie in thought, “I’m plenty careful.”
His fangs peered through his grin, eyebrow raising in amusement. “Are you now? You’re plenty clumsy to me.” His voice reverberated through you, the upturn in pitch from the question sounding nothing short of tempting.
His throat bobs as you tug him just a bit closer, his figure towering over you. “I can be careful. Especially with.. “ you pause, “with someone as beautiful as you.”
The mood softens into something more tender as you caress his face, moving down to his bottom lip, piercing evident.
He says nothing, answering your statement with a rushed kiss, hands flying to your arms and shoulders, your back, pressing you against the wall in an attempt to hold you closer- to have your hold on him forever. Large hands caress the expanse of your skin, savoring each feel as it leaves a lingering warmth over each part of you.
You’re plenty beautiful my dear,
He seems to say,
Don’t discredit yourself.
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