My Word Count So Far. I Write A Lot 💀 I Expect This To End Up Being At Least 1k. Angsty? Maybe. It’s

Tomorrow is Halloween!

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

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Random hc’s wriolette edition (sick editon)

Honestly, I can see Wriothesley being sick the most out of the two

Mans comes home one day and just starts sneezing like crazy. Definitely won’t admit he’s sick until he actually gets sick

As a person who drinks hot water with lemon when sick, I hc him to be that person too. Will refuse to stop working and rest, much to the dismay of Neuvilette

“I’ll be fine it’s just a small cold” *Wakes up the next day with a fever* “…okay, maybe it isn’t just a small cold-“

Idk why, but I see Neuvillette to be the type to make something warm for Wrio to eat, like some soup. He would do some light scolding cuz he’s just genuinely worried

Anyways, that’s all, take care out there folks -🐺

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Kaveh Headcanons

It’s been a while! Gonna write this before the drink kicks in :)

-Speaking of drinking, Kaveh would definitely drink Pinot Noir Wine 🍷 (rip his bank account though)

-Is a k-pop girlie and listens to TXT (stream Deja Vu btw)

-A convo would go like this:

K: “Hey Al, you should check this song out!” A: “Hm…maybe” *ends up listening to it on loop when he misses Kaveh*

-He is a city person, although he does enjoy the occasional hike and walk through a trail

-Huge bookworm, and workaholic (gets reminders to eat when he forgets to)

Ty for reading! signed, 🍷 (new tag bc I forgot what it was)

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ily stink <3 -tsukasa

Love u too

-Rui

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THIS ^^

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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Mine wasnt really a song, it’s basically squid games red light, green light dialogue and cpr cupcakke remix 💀 Tag: @1-800-asuka anyone who wants to join :)

the title of the last song you listened to is how ur 2022’s gonna go

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bro the way u and i have raised an entire nation of simps for our k-pop au - makes me feel like a proud mother. def writing a fic of it soon, just torn between who i should write it with :')

Yeah, same! I’m def super proud! also can I be the father? please? Also if I come up with ideas, I’ll let ya know ^^

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I ate a finger.

-Rui Kamishiro (no, I will not give context) ^^

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Reposting this bc I’m not letting this shit flop

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You in my blurred memories

{Yes, I am back with another fic, this one being angst! Maybe I’ll make something happy in the future? As for now, enjoy this angst~ -Kaveh Also, Tw for vivid descriptions of d3ath, yelling, cursing (?), and swords}

It was seemingly another day of Kaveh not being home. Alhaitham thought nothing of it, not expecting anything strange of it or weird. He was almost never home, it became a nightly occurrence. He would wake up, they would eat breakfast together (and he would listen to his “annoying” rants that he may or may not secretly enjoy), and kiss Alhaitham goodbye, and exit the house. He usually would be back by midnight, only to repeat the process once more. A cycle the both of them grew accustomed to. Sure it was strange, but it was uniquely theirs.

Tonight was different. It was soon midnight, and no sign of Kaveh. He decided to wait longer. 1 am. 2 am. No sign of him yet. Alhaitham grabbed the keys to the house and left. He thought of one place he would be, the tavern. Maybe he’s drunk. He thought. Maybe he had too much to drink and passed out… the thought of him being in such state worried him. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner where he saw a sight he wished to unsee.

“Al…hai…tham” A familiar voice croaked. Blood on the streets, a sword to his stomach. No…no, this is just some nightmare, right? “Kaveh!” Alhaitham cried out. The once stoic mask he wore broke. He dashed to Kaveh’s side. “Who did this to you?!” He asked, his question being answered with shadows.

“YOU BASTARDS” Alhaitham yelled. He saw red, sword now in his hands. “YOU FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He yelled while fighting off the ones who stabbed Kaveh. Bodies now on the floor, Alhaitham’s sword stained with their blood. His attention turned to Kaveh, who seemed to be trying to hang on. “Wait here, I’ll get hel-“ “No, it’s too late” Kaveh interrupted. “Don’t say that Kaveh, it’s not too late! You can be-“ “No. I can’t be saved this time, Alhiatham.” Alhaitham was silenced for a moment before saying “You…you can’t leave me too…Kaveh plea-“ “Do me a favor. Forget me” Kaveh says, before coughing, blood now covering his sleeve. “Kaveh…” Alhaitham says, stunned.

Footsteps were heard approaching. Kaveh took out the sword from his stomach, going to the group of people out for him. “Kaveh, what are you-“ He then froze. There’s no way…Kaveh had a look of determination mixed with a grimace of pain. “If I’m gonna die, I’m dying a hero” Kaveh says with determination. He had no idea what came over him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the drinks he had that night. His vision glowing a bright hue as he fought, Ahaitham watching stunned. “Kaveh…you…you idiot…” He mumbles, watching Kaveh fight off the perpetrators. He knew it was over once he took the sword out. It was like he was signing off his chances of survival.

”Are you proud of me, Haitham?” Kaveh asks, a smile on his face. He looked so proud, having fought them off. He then collapsed, Alhaitham rushing to him, holding his body. His pulse is weak…

Kaveh is dying in my arms he thought, words being hard to make in this situation. Time was running out, and he felt so helpless, his only love now slowly fading out of existence. “Ka-“ “I know…Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, looking directly at Alhaitham’s eyes. “Yes, Kaveh?” Alhaitham answers, his eyes watery, body now shaking, trying his best to keep himself together. Kaveh then spoke his last words “Your eyes…are so…beautiful…the most gorgeous work of art I’ve seen…” And with a smile, he closed his eyes, never to wake up again.

“Kaveh? Please….don’t leave me alone…”

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