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#TBHX #linling

Started working on an actual LLCest fic. I enjoy writing an exasperated Civ Lin Ling

I think I'm gonna attempt to finish my horror fic tomorrow.

The more I think about it, the more it reminds me of my love of Edgar Allen Poe.

YouTube video by Crunchyroll Tamon's B-Side | Official Trailer | Crunchyroll

I blame Tamon B-Side for this

youtu.be/qFmSz2ZVxCA?...

Mochi

I didn't know I needed this😍😍

Nice watching white birds fly by. He is upside down but the picture is flipped to be right side up.

Nice watching birds fly by while hes upside down.

Bird time is good for ur mental health btw

#tbhxnice #tobeherox #tbhx

Nothing but dust

#tbhxnice #tbhx

All the other heroes know he's completely faking it, but Civ is oblivious to it all.

Civ thinks Xiao Yueqing's death is to blame for this pouty and gloomy Commoner. But no, he just wants Civ to focus on him.

I want to write Commoner, who is competent, skilled, and one of the best heroes out there, but when he gets home to Civ, he's fakes being absolutely pathetic and useless.

He forced Civ to be extra cuddly with him and begs for head pats, making Civ believe that he needs them.

Nah. It's from server people. Combo of likes and reposts
(///ω///)

It's all from this one thread fic

Joey I am confused!!

30+ notifications??

Huh???

He wanted to keep those thin pink lips, bright eyes, and smile to himself and himself only.

(And if a few people had to get hurt to learn this... so be it).

The two of them were naturally chatty people. They both thrived on social settings and being around new people.

Yet, he wanted to keep Xiao-Ling all to himself. Almost akin to a spider keeping their prey in a web.

It was dark and demented, but it was hard to see him with anyone else.

He couldn't stand it when Xiao-Ling spent hours on FOMO following X or Nice. Or the tears he let out when he learned of Moon's death.

It was selfish, but Lin Ling only wanted eyes on him.

He regularly fought the urge to deny Xiao-Ling the ability to leave his floor.

Lin Ling knew he still carried some of Nice’s "unsavory" traits. The man was petty and possessive on the things he found was his.

And Lin Ling was experiencing the same. He couldn't help but invade the man's space whever a hero got to close.

Xiao-Ling blanched, before crossing his arms in an x. "No way!"

He lost that battle the moment the rest of the Top 10 heroes saw him. Lucky Cyan has immediately latched onto Xiao-Ling and he knew that his version of himself was weak-willed to women.

This was also the start of his jealousy.

That had been a fun conversation.

"Ah? What should we do. We both can't go by Lin Ling?" pondered the smaller of the two, as they sat on a lush sofa in his, theirs?, floor of Hero Tower.

The Commoner sat back, rubbing his check in thoughtfulness. "Hmm, what about Xiao-Ling since you're smaller?"

He couldn't help but pat this fluffy head of hair whenever he drilled him about their (ahh he used their instead of him - cute cute cute!) latest patrol or mission.

He also couldn't help but grin cheekily whenever he caught this civilian version of himself pouting as people called him "Xiao-Ling".

And as he stayed in this world (which was a little scary since who knows what this might do to his time like or his other selves), he couldn't help be protective.

(And a little possessive).

He couldn't help but preen under the attention and idol worshipping that came from his version of him.

with the tenacity and brilliance of a man who clawed his way onto the hero industy to make a difference.

Nothing like the thin, wiry frame of the young man before him.

This was a him that was so naive and sweet, believing in the system and propaganda he was unknowingly creating.

Chocolate fluffy hair and warm eyes stared at his, trying to figure out how and where he was.

It was shocking.

Lin Ling had lived his whole life looking like this until now.

Now? He was more and less someone new. As The Commoner, he was a combination of Nice's lithe, but powerful dancer build

He never found himself as the the jealous type until this version of him literally fell from the sky.

White shirt, wrinkled and stained with tiny coffee spots from the constant distraction of "change this" or "no no no, edit it again" and pants way too baggy for his frame was settled in his arms.

#llcest #civcom

Only look at me.

With every flicker of his eyes, the way his eyes gleamed with every update, and the demand to know his latest escapades...

Lin Ling couldn't help but be jealous.

Rudo surebrec portrait art of him pulling on his own gloves

enjin from gachaikuta smirking down on the viewer

Rudo and Enjin from the "Legit Trash" series (no, seriously, that's what it translates to) #gachiakuta #bekkodraws

Two yolks cracked from one egg
#ToBeHeroX #tbhx #奈凌 #nicest #niceling

It was really cute.

Simply saying his name - their name - would make him instantly release everything that he had.

And each time, he would have to coax that body into getting hard yet again.

And once he did, he would simply say their name again and watch it all happen again.

How he squirmed with kitten like licks down his happy trail.

His Xiao-Ling, his A-Ling, would try to keep it in, trying to act as if he could fight the pleasure peaking through him.

But he never lasts.

All it took was a simple "Lin Ling" whispered in his ear as he prepped him, for him to cum.

#llcest #comciv

Everytime he pushed him into the bed, his smaller, innocent side would whimper.

Not as loud as a punch to the gut, but with enough force to leave him breathless.

He enjoyed seeing those doe-like brown eyes become hazy with pleasure.