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idk i saw a blue outfit and tought of him

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*°~ The Missing Yilling Laozu ~°* Day 20 - Amongst Cat Land

Beyond the rainy mountain ranges, under the noses of the residents, the fearsome patriarch of Yilling managed to sneak into the miniature jungles blooming in the gardens of the innocent villagers. These natural wonders were guarded by gigantic feline beasts, and although the curious little Aw-Yuan found these furry giants adorable, he obeyed the big brother's warnings.

humans forever will love funny little horses. love and peace and ponies runs in our blood

I wanted to draw something sexy for a change, but it ended up as a comic about perfume advertisement. (*ﾉωﾉ)ｷｬｰ

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tag your british ocs

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an explanation scribble for the previously mentioned vinh bad-end that involves sharik !

as it would appear, shoujo-princely types unfortunately don’t understand ice-queen types very much. bless his heart though, he tries.

leona isn’t too sure how to respond to the entire ordeal

I'm trying to make something uwu

"look at me." [l.f.]

Chapter 2/???

synopsis: you'd never believed in something from those horror movies actually happening in real life: a cute boy walks into a coffee shop, flirts playfully with the pretty barista until she writes her number on the heat sleeve of his cup and they hook up - then he kills anyone who looks in her direction and holds her captive for the rest of her life, forcing her into marriage and having a family all while hiding the truth from the world outside of their front door. because.. things like that didn't happen in real life; until that gorgeous blond boy walked into the front door of your coffee shop.

genre: romance, horror (yandere themes)

pairing: yandere!lee felix x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: character death (changbin), horror content, cutting of skin, mentions of torture and death, literal death scenes DO NOT READ IF you can not stomach it.

notes: meeting changbin + changbin meeting his end

A quick reminder - this fic is FICTIONAL and in no way is supposed to represent any of the Stray Kids members whatsoever. It's just for fun, and never anything I would think would actually happen. Images depicted in this fic are just that - completely fictional!

It started with an Instagram post Felix had never seen before.

Only because you had just uploaded it. Thirty-two seconds ago, and Changbin was at his side, their arms pressed together and Felix's eyes dragging to the screen of his friend's phone curiously. It was tipped to show him the photo he'd scrolled and found.

Felix wasn't aware Changbin knew you. Or knew of you.

How long had he known you? Were the two of you longtime friends? No - That's quickly ruled out as Felix figures he would've found out a long time ago if one of his closest friends was in your friend group. Changbin surely would've bragged sooner about being friends with a girl that pretty if he was sitting here looking at photos of you. Ogling you, one might say.

He inhales, the breath slow and deep in his lungs, filling every crevice of the organs before he shifts to tip his head in closer. He can do nothing about the way his eyes widen, whites further revealed and pupils blowing so large that they almost completely overtake the deep chocolate that surrounds them. That is one thing he can't control. Not yet. He'll figure out how to hide the way he looks at you soon enough.

"She's so gorgeous," are the words that leave Changbin's mouth. Felix's eyes dart to watch plump lips form over each syllable that leaves a pink tongue tinged red from some energy drink the older man had gotten ahold of. His left lid twitches in an itch to shove his fist down the other's throat and shut him up then and there - but the words he spoke were true, at the very least.

You were gorgeous; Beautiful; Like a deity to Aphrodite. Felix had never seen such wonders in someone who was flawed. Well - Of course he acknowledged that there were acne scars, your lips weren't completely even in size - your left brow arched just a tad bit more than the right. But by God, if you weren't the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.

Felix lets his eyes fall back on the picture of you - plastered on Changbin's phone like it's a trophy. He won't scroll past it because he's still looking, even dragging two fingers apart to zoom in on the latte you're holding just to peer at the art created on top from soft milky foam. It makes Felix let out the breath he wasn't aware he had been holding. He doesn't want to watch this, but he can't tear his eyes away from you when you're just - there. In person or on screen.

-

"Good morning!"

He'd never break routine. Showing up for a Steamer - one that he'd always let you choose the flavoring of. You'd never let him down; Cheesecake, Mocha, Pistachio, Caramel. He would take what you would hand him as if it were on a silver platter and garnished with love.

Three weeks - and he'd finally gotten you across from him.

"So this lady handed me a cheese curd from the diner across the street - through the drive thru window."

What a fun story. Were you wearing a new lipgloss? Your mouth - Your lips were shining in a way they never had before. There's glitter mixed in the clear shine and he's staring, head tipping to the side in clear interest. You hadn't picked up on it, too engrossed in the re-telling of your 'wild' day at work. Felix's brows cock upwards when he realizes you're no longer speaking, and then you turn away.

You turn your back to him, and his eyes drop finally to your neck. What he would give to lay a hand on it - to feel how soft your skin is under his fingertips. What he would give to caress over the nape of it when he got to kiss you. What he would do to be able to hold you.

"Oh - shit, okay." Your eyes fall back on Felix across from you and he smiles, eyes already glued to your own. "I think my ride is here, but talk soon?" You're already standing and grabbing your bag from the floor where you'd been sitting, moving to leave the cafe in a rush. There you go with a simple goodbye.

-

He'd already had you across from him.

"Yeah I went in there a couple weeks ago and I couldn't find a place to sit. She was sitting alone so I asked if I could sit with her and she let me - Then she had to get back to work, so that's how i found out she was just on break 'n that she worked there."

Changbin chuckles at his own little story, shortening it and leaving out that the two of you had a nice little conversation for about twenty minutes about just.. the world. Your lives - Who you were, how the weather was. And you were so polite; So kind, and pretty - and you didn't find it oddly creepy when Changbin had asked to exchange Instagrams with you where your conversation carried into messages back and forth each day and night.

Nothing past friendly banter, of course.

Felix smiles. "She's nice, isn't she?" To which Changbin nods. "I think every time I pop in there she's working." Of course you were. Monday through Friday, seven in the morning to one in the afternoon. On Tuesdays you went to a friends house immediately after for... well, Felix wasn't sure. He knew where they lived, though.

"She's usually there, yeah." Changbin comments without much thought behind it.

Oh. So he'd gone in to see you before. Multiple times.

-

[CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of death and torture ahead. Read at your own risk.]

"I'm so sorry."

Felix felt no remorse where he stood. The concrete was scuffed beneath his feet, gritted and littered with dirt and dust and footprints from his sneakers. Four lines dug into the ground where Felix had drug a chair in, then buffed them out by dragging Changbin in as well. He'd propped his unconscious body up before layering rope after rope onto him to hold him there. Admittedly, the knots weren't that great - which is why the rope was wrapped so many times.

Changbin was a force to be reckoned with - but Felix was in love.

No amount of pure muscle could stop him from getting what he wanted; And he wanted Changbin out of the picture.

He'd found him in the kitchen of his apartment in the early morning hours and hit him over the head so hard with a brick he'd collected outside the building that he thought he'd killed him on impact with the way Bin's body dropped like dead weight. He'd smacked his head again on the counter as he went down and blood began to pool on the pale eggshell tiles. He'd clean it up later, he swore.

He brought him to the empty parking garage just behind the apartment building. No one parked there anymore. It was shut down for construction a long time ago and as the years went on, plans fell through and now it was claimed un-usable because of how bad it was falling apart. But Felix had spent so much time there watching sunsets and thinking about being there with you that it was almost like a second home - Like a treehouse to a child who lived a rather sheltered life and found it to be their only escape.

That chair? Something Felix had brought there a while ago just to lounge on. It's dingy, it's old, but it does the job, and it creaks under Bin's weight when he begins to stir.

He can't talk. He can't see. He's barely breathing.

"... God, I'm so sorry."

Felix feels nothing. No emotions course through his veins when he looks at Changbin. There's no hatred, no anger - no feeling of being upset with his friend for spending time with you. There's nothing. Felix is empty, like a void in space where there's only one, tiny, glimmering star that slowly burns brighter each time he hits Changbin in the chair. Every time he swings the pocketknife and cuts into the skin of the other's cheek despite him turning his head away.

He's choking. He's growing limp in the seat. He's beginning to go pale.

Felix has barely done anything. He hasn't even told Changbin why he's here - why he's tied to that goddamn chair. He hasn't told him that the girl of his dreams put him there because surely this wasn't Felix's fault at all.

No.. No, he said nothing would ever be your fault.

This was on Changbin's hands. His own demise was his own fault. He'd been stupid enough to get close to you and talk to you like you were meant to be there, sitting across from each other in the coffee shop while he was probably giving you heart eyes and-- .. Now?

Now there's nothing.

When Felix steps in closer to look between parted thighs that had fallen open when the life escaped from the body it had been trapped in, he sees nothing. Soft hues of brown had turned from a warm cocoa into a cool taupe. The whites had fogged over with a soft scuff and the glassy look they'd held each time Changbin had smiled and laughed was long gone.

He'd been gone for a while, and Felix had just been hitting and slicing at a hunk of meat tied to a chair in an empty, broken down parking ramp.

-

You sat at the corner table with your eyes trained on the front door to the cafe. It was almost five in the evening, time for closing - and he hadn't shown today. You'd taken a soft notice of the fact that the man you'd contacted recently after meeting - Changbin, the sweetheart who'd tugged at your heartstrings the moment he sat across from you with a cinnamon roll in hand - often appeared in the shop on Friday evenings after work.

Today it seemed he had other things to do. Which, was fine. You'd gotten off early and stayed around just to see him, however. Hoping to see his smile when he entered the shop and saw you relaxing there with a coffee and your phone out.

He always smiled when he saw you. Maybe that was.. what you liked about him the most. He looked forward to seeing you, and when he finally let his eyes fall on you on those Friday evenings, he lit up like a Christmas Tree someone kept up all year round.

But, maybe someone had pulled the plug and let those lights fall dark. And as you sit there at the table waiting for him to step through the door, the coffee shop remains empty around you. One of your coworkers places her hand on your shoulder, gently coaxing you from your seat and ushering you out the door so she can lock up properly.

The cold air of the evening hits your cheeks and you suck in a small breath, deciding to treat yourself to a drink after working a longer shift. You deserved it. Had to get over the sorrow somehow, right?

-

"Good morning!"

"Morning."

Felix replies this time. He's smiling, eyes brighter than usual two days after he rids of his friend. "Can I get my usual steamer today? Ah - large."

"Ooh, a large? Are you sure you can handle four more ounces of hot milk, big boy?" Your grin is infectious and Felix is giggling as well, tugging his card holder from his jacket pocket to pay for the drink. When he looks to the screen in front of him, the price drops three dollars and he realizes you've put your employee discount on it for him. Just for him.

All for him.

"Big boy?" His voice lilts in a teasing manner and you just bite your lip in reply, still smiling. The skin of your cheeks dimples and Felix finds solace in knowing he'd be the only one in the future to make you shine like that. Being in your presence was the same as sitting in the sun atop the broken parking ramp, letting the rays soak into his skin and create a warmth that coated his entire body like the gel over hard candies with soft insides.

"You're working a Sunday." He claims in slight surprise, watching the way you pause from stepping back from the register. He needs a little more conversation from you after being out of the shop for a few days to make sure nobody caught on - nothing was found. You laugh, then nod, and Felix finds himself smiling just a little more at your giggle.

"Yeah, just- uh, covering for someone who called in today. Six day work week I guess, whoo!~" The ending is soft sarcasm, your hands lifting in the air with a fist pump and drained tone. Working so often was never fun for anyone - even if you were a pretty barista.

And then you turn, and he sees the bruise that had been sucked into the skin of your neck. It's well hidden by your hair and the collar of the shirt you're wearing today - but he sees it, ever-observant Felix. His smile almost instantly drops at the notion that Changbin couldn't have done that considering it had been days.

Huh.

Looks like Felix is going hunting.

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Tada! Chapter two in the books, woo hoo! I think a lot of the chapters are going to be written this way with introductions to the characters and then how they know you/what spurs Felix to grow irritated and take them out. I like it, kind of? It feels rushed. I need to figure out how to not push the plot so quickly. Anyway - hope you enjoyed!

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Seventeen: Fate & Desire (Part One)

Characters: Seventeen x female reader

Genre/warnings: host club au, soulmate au, fluff, a little angst???, definitely some crack, and i feel like being sorta cringey counts as a warning so im listing it (this is obviously heavily based off of OHSHC so it’s bound to be somewhat cringey)

Word count: 5,951

Summary: You know you’ve found your soulmate when your pendant turns red. It’s just your luck you meet an entire host club of 13 boys – save for your best friend, Jeonghan, and his boyfriend – all at once. Your pendant is now red, and all of theirs are always hidden in their shirts. But one person in particular kind of makes you want to forget about the whole “fate” thing.

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someone left a comment in their tags on my last drawing of the DA girls that just said ‘i love arm’ and ive been thinking abt it for days….. like same… i love arm too. heres some more arm sketches for you

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Idea - Every time you see an anti shunning someone (be it yourself or someone else) for proshipping, randomly post something positive about a ship they would absolutely despise on your blog. It's not important as to whether or not they see it, so you can still block the anti as per usual.

The post could be anything. Fanart, fanfic, evidence for the ship in the source material, Incorrect quotes, 'character a loves character b and there's nothing you can do to stop them', whatever you can think of.

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