#^^;

[princefleabitten]

How to grieve about your favorite character’s death: draw memes!

Inspired by this (X) and that (X) and all other related memes :P

[williamtshakespears]

@katnightrps

Things were going pretty good, if he had to say so. His family's business was prospering, people were admiring and praising him, he was living his best life, as usual. He stepped out of his bedroom, deciding his partner could use a moment to rest while he went to get a drink. He was just getting started with her after all.

He poured himself a glass of hard liquor and took an appreciative sip. Yes, life was very good for Don Lewis right now.

[choisgirls]

Could you do when MC and Saeran are all intimate n stuff and then Saeyoung walks in and how they'd both react? saran wrap would probably be embarassed bc he gotta keep that emo cred, ya know? BUT ANYWAY THANKS!!

A/N: b r u h I’d getso embarrassed if someone walked in?? Like, it doesn’t matter the definition ofintimate for me, whether it be cuddling in bed or doing the frickfrack, I’d getembarrassed sO I FEEL MY BOY SAERAN, WE GOTTA KEEP UP THE EMO CRED (also i madethis as a cutesy kind of intimate, if you wanted nsfw im sorry pls feel free toask again when requests are open ;A;) ~Admin 404

It took a lot of timeand trust to get him to do anything even RELATED to intimacy. He doesn’t enjoyfeeling so vulnerable! Not to mention, he’s worked hard for years on his image-to look tough and uninterested in everything. Being soft and sweet isn’t goodfor that image! When  he met you,however, that all changed. He started to feel loved and accepted, no matterwhat he looked or acted like, and after a while, he wanted nothing more than tosmother you in the love he has for you- a love he never knew he was capable of!But he’ll be damned if anyone saw him do it. They can’t see the soft spot hehas for you, they could use it against him, or his badass image will be blownto pieces, he can’t have that! Not to mention, he also believes that only youshould see that side of him, since you’re the one who made it possible in thefirst place.

So one day, he woke upin the morning to find you in his arms, peacefully sleeping. For a few minutes,he couldn’t do anything but study how relaxed and beautiful your face was. Howdid he ever get you?? It’s still a mystery for him, but it’s one he’s willingto accept. The chaste kiss he placed on your forehead didn’t wake you up, itwas around the seventh one he placed there that did. The sleepy look in yourhalf-open eyes made him chuckle a little to himself.

“I don’t want tobe awake,” you said through a soft yawn. He placed his eighth kiss on yourforehead before whispering.

“Well goodmorning to you too,” a tired smile graced your features and he could feelhis heart leap in his chest. Stop being cute, he doesn’t know how to handle it.“Hey, what do you say we just stay here all day? Saeyoung shouldn’t behome until tomorrow, so it’ll be our last day of peace.” His brother hadsaid something about being gone all week, and that’s as far as he listened. Awhole week without Saeyoung? That means a whole week he could let loose andgive you all the attention he could ever want without having to worry about hisidiot brother saying anything!

“That sounds likea good idea, why not!” Your tired smile turned into a brighter one, hewasn’t sure if he was going to need sunglasses just to look at it or not. He’llturn you onto your back, and lay his head upon your chest before wrapping hisarms around you. Melts when you lightly stroke his hair and kiss the top of hishead. The sound of your heartbeat reminds him that this is real, and thatyou’re his- can honestly say it’s his favourite sound in the world. Well, hecan only say that to you, no one else.

“MC…. have Itold you that this is one of my favourite things to do? Don’t tell Saeyoungthat, though,” he whispered against your skin. The giggle that rumbled inyour chest rang in his ear and tickled slightly, which caused a chuckle of hisown.

“You haven’t, butthat’s good to know. Have I told you that you’re extremely cute? You’re like mycute little teddy bear!” You told him as you ruffled the hair at the backof his head. You could feel the heat from his face radiating against yourchest, that’s the only way you could tell he was actually blushing.

“I’m cute? I’mpretty sure you’re the cute one. You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and Iwon’t take any arguments,” he said as he nuzzled his face against yourchest to hide his face in embarrassment.

“I don’t knowwhat the two of you were thinking but I’m pretty sure I’M the cutest one,”Saeyoung called from the now open doorway. Saeran’s head popped up off of yourchest at lightning speed and turned to look at his brother.

“HOW LONG HAVEYOU BEEN THERE?!” He yelled, his voice slower raising in pitch as his facegrew hotter. You simply turned your head to look between the two of them.

“Long enough toknow that you’re MC’s cute widdle teddy-weddy bear!” Saeyoung smirked athis brother, crossing his arms. Saeran threw himself away from you, and endedup into the floor, wrapped up in the blanket. You sat up quickly to see if hewas okay, but had to stifle a laugh when you saw just how embarrassed anddisheveled he was by his brothers comment.

“I…I have noidea what you’re talking about. I am not. I’m not cute! In fact, I’m not MC’sanything!” his response was muffled due to the blanket.

“You’re not evenMC’s boyfriend?? Huh. Does that mean I can fill that slot instead?”Saeyoung teased. He let out a satisfied giggle when he watched Saeran pop upfrom the other side of the bed with a death glare.

“You wouldn’tfucking dare,” he threatened. You just laughed at the whole situation andcrawled out of bed, stretching a little before pushing Saeyoung out of the wayto leave the room.

“So much forgoing back to sleep,” you called down the hallway. You could hear the boysthrowing insults back and forth; Saeyoung teasing Saeran and his ‘tough guy’image, and Saeran throwing any insult he could think of about Saeyoung beingweird. You shake your head slightly and smile to yourself. You loved Saeran’ssoft side, but wouldn’t know what to do without the twins bickering in yourlife.

[dokidokitsuna]

V.S. New Squidbeak Splatoon

A recent idea for #re_rise that I’m surprised that I didn’t come up with earlier– I think the Squid Sisters would make a much better ‘misunderstanding boss fight’ than Deep Cut would. ^^ 

Of course, your actual fight would be with the Captain (callback to the Agent 3 fight from Octo Expansion~), as Callie and Marie toss in bombs and sniper shots with increasing intensity as the battle progresses.

This fight ensues when you finally run into them in Alterna Space Center, looking quite fuzzy and suspicious at this point in the game. ^^; Deep Cut is elsewhere and unable to assist you in the battle, but they can at least give you hints and advice through comms while they rush to catch up with you.

After it’s all over, and the two idol groups meet face to face, it’s through their dialogue that you finally learn what’s going on. Deep Cut chastises the Squid Sisters for thinking you could’ve had anything to do with their grandfather’s disappearance, and they sheepishly apologize for attacking you (even though the battle was pretty exciting~). From here on out, they join you as guides as you ascend the launchpad.

[ask-the-itsy-bitsy-spyder]

I don’t even own a dress.

[messenger-memes]

[ask-megamanx]

I’m Back || Regrese

hey, sorry for being away so long, but I'm back :D

[[OOC: updates will be on weekends. || las actualizaciones seran los fines de semana. ]]

[thewollfgang]

Domesticity Prompt: Deckerstar + 10 (The in-laws come for a visit! 😇)

10.   The in-laws come to visit

(SO many people have asked for this one, I might have to do little installments)

There is something incredibly surreal about having God over for dinner. God. The Capital G God. 

It’s the slow culmination of Lucifer and his father trying their best to repair the rift between them. There’s been conversations between intermediaries, siblings bid back and forth between them, a dream message or two, that eventually led to phone calls. Sometimes Lucifer hangs up, throat hoarse from yelling, phone crushed in his grip, but gradually the spaces between incidents lengthen and conversations become more civil. The day she overhears Lucifer laugh while talking to his dad, she quietly goes out to the balcony and lets her eyes well up, the city building going blurry with unshed tears.  

But now Lucifer’s dad is coming over. To have dinner with them. To formally meet her. As if He didn’t already know everything about her down to the hairs on her head. 

“What do I even make? I’m cooking a meal for the Creator of the Universe.” Does He even eat? Does He have preferences? Distantly, Chloe feels like she might be experiencing the beginnings of a panic attack. 

“It doesn’t really matter, Chloe,” Lucifer answers offhandedly, and she knows he doesn’t mean it like that, but its a hurt that buries deep and suddenly she’s curled up on the ground, her back against the cabinets, gasping for air, struggling to get enough oxygen.

Lucifer is there, immediately concerned, his hands on her shoulders. “It’s all right, love, just breathe. It’s all right.”

Chloe grips the front of his shirt and does her best to mimic his deep breathing, lungs expanding. In and Out.

“I’m okay,” she tells him, when she can manage it. “I’m okay, really.”

“Is it the God thing? It’s the God thing, isn’t it?” Lucifer’s eyes dark eyes shine with worry. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’s not that, or, well, not just that.”

“Then what is it?” Lucifer coaxes, voice gentle.

“It’s that...He’s your dad, and it’s important to you and I just - I just want it to go well. I want Him to like it.” 

I want Him to like me, goes unsaid. 

Things with her ex-in-laws had been fine, but Dan’s parents had always been a little disapproving. Dan never let them make her feel unwelcome, there was always an air about it. They hadn’t been surprised when her and Dan split. 

Lucifer seems to hear her unvoiced words and softens. “My father will like whatever He’s given because if He doesn’t, I’ll shove it down His throat.”

The absurdity of it makes her laugh. “Lucifer,” she chides. 

His jaw sets, stubborn. “I will,” he insists and helps her to her feet. “Come now, let’s make your White Wine Chicken, He’d be a fool not to enjoy it.” Lucifer dips down to press an unexpected kiss to her mouth. “And He’d be a fool not to love you.”

[jacksepticeye-protection-squad]

Guys I just realized... look at his neck in detention...

There are stitches...

"Ze good doct͏͠à̷h Sti̸͝t҉ç̶͘h̨ed Toge̷͞t́͜her A̧̡͜ Ǹ̡ T̸̀̀͏ Í͟"

[local-gotham-kid]

Hughie and Billy are terrible with women and should not be near them at all cost, making them the perfect candidates to date each other =^))

[dokidokitsuna]

NEW WORLD

So I know they probably didn’t mean anything by it (then again, this is HAL we’re talking about), but just for fun, I was wondering why “Welcome to the New World” was the song Kirby heard on the radio when he arrived. Like, why that song in particular, still on the airwaves long after there’s no one around to hear it anymore...?

My theory is that it was sort of like propaganda, playing several times a day (maybe non-stop) to encourage the people of the Forgotten Land to leave their ruined planet for the ‘new world’, the ‘land of dreams’ Leongar mentioned.

The lyrics don’t rule out this interpretation...and I like the idea that this one song can function as an anthem for both the events of the present AND the past. ^^

[koopoh]

[decembercamiecherries]

Title: Words That Water Flowers

Total word count: 26650 -> Chapter 11 word count: 4226

Chapter 11 summary:

Queesting (Dutch) -when you invite someone into your bed for some pillow talk

School is currently destroying me but at least I have killugon and this story to make it better~

But, yeah, so here is the highly awaited chapter 11! I hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait :D I can't thank you enough for all of the support and love this story has gotten, I'm so thrilled you all enjoy it so much <3 Thank you thank you thank you!

Gon’s bedroom always gave Killua a sense of peace, somehow. It probably had something to do with the fact that Killua spent more time within these four walls in the past five years than he had in his own bedroom in his entire life. He knew at what hour the sun would peek through the whale-patterned curtains, how to open the closet door without it screeching like a terrorized cat, and which dresser hid the large-ish hole Gon had accidentally punched into the wall two years ago.

To Killua, Gon’s bedroom was home, was belonging. It gave him a sense of comfort he could never find anywhere else.

So. The question was, if Gon’s bedroom was so soothing to him, why the hell couldn’t he fall asleep?!

Killua glared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed into a scowl. Seriously, he’d been laying here for half an hour already and he wasn’t any closer to passing out than when he first shut his eyes. He couldn’t figure out what was his problem. He’d slept on this same air mattress for years- it was even in the same spot on the floor next to Gon’s bed and everything! So it couldn’t be that he wasn’t used to his current position…

Killua let his gaze wander over to the window. He and Gon had left the curtains open after mapping out the stars together a little over two hours ago. The moon glowed brightly in the indigo sky, cold light spilling through the glass and onto the carpet.

Could it be the moon that was keeping him up? Killua squinted suspiciously at the shining orb. He doubted it; he slept with the windows open all the time back at the mansion and that was fine. He couldn’t even count the number of times his mother had shrieked at him for it.

But he wasn’t in the mansion now. He was at his best friend’s house, in his best friend’s room, spending their last night together before Killua’s mind forgot why the words ‘best friend’ held so much weight in the first place.

Killua rolled over onto his side, grinding his teeth together until his jaw ached.

It had been a good night with Gon. It had been fun. He didn’t want to ruin it by throwing up marigolds all over Gon’s bathroom, waking Gon up and making him worry in the process.

…but Killua still wasn’t tired. Not even remotely.

Fuck.

Killua let out a long breath through his nose. Maybe he could count sheep. That was supposed to help, right? It sounded lame but he was willing to try anything at this poi-

“Killua?”

He stiffened at the all-too-familiar call.

“…yeah?” he said lowly.

“Are you still awake?”

Killua snorted. “What do you think?”

Killua’s heart leaped at Gon’s quiet huff of laughter. He loved that sound- along with the melodic lilt of Gon’s voice and the sprinkle of freckles across tanned cheeks and the calloused texture of those warm hands-

“You can’t sleep either, huh?”

“No,” Killua admitted, pointedly ignored the ugly flush rising to his cheeks. Thank god Gon couldn’t see his face from the bed.

There was a pause. Killua waited for Gon to say something as he stared at the winking stars. Gon would speak when he was ready and Killua didn’t feel like explaining himself. He would if Gon asked, of course, but before.

Gon’s whispered question surprised him though:

“Would you like to come up here, then?”

Killua shot upwards. Gon was already propped up on his elbows, almost like he’d been waiting for Killua’s reaction. He gave the silver-haired teen a small smile while Killua openly gaped at him.

“Y-You,” Killua stuttered. His cheeks were really warm now. Damnit. “You mean, share a bed with you?”

Gon hummed. “It might help you fall asleep faster,” he suggested, cupping his chin in his right palm and staring at Killua with bright, hopeful eyes.

Killua’s stomach lurched. There was something hidden and shining in that bizarrely intense gaze…something he couldn’t name. He had seen it before on that day he and Gon had jumped off the cliff into icy waters- Gon had been looking at him strange then, too.

But Killua didn’t understand what that look meant.

“Killua?”

Gon was still staring at him.

Killua swallowed thickly. Well. It wasn’t like he could exactly say no, could he?

“Move over,” he ordered and Gon’s face lit up.

His best friend scrambled back as Killua placed a knee on the edge of the bed. He dropped his pillow onto the squishy mattress, silently praying that Gon couldn’t see how red his ears were, and slid under the covers before he got the chance to think about what he was actually doing.

Because this- sharing a bed with his best friend who also just happened to be the person he had a fatal crush on, mere inches separating their bodies and their breath mingling in the space between them- was enough to make Killua combust out of sheer mortification.

All Killua could hear was the rapid thudding of his heartbeat as he and Gon stared openly at each other. He let himself get lost in the soft, burning gold of Gon’s eyes, the gentle bend of his nose and the curve of his jaw…

Killua could stare at Gon forever, if he had the choice. Gon’s sun-kissed face was an endlessly fascinating kaleidoscope of emotions, always shifting, always changing; he never wore the same expression twice. It was something that Killua had been drawn to when he first met Gon, because he could never be bored while Gon was constantly bending and dancing besides him like an open flame. Over the years Killua found himself memorizing the subtle changes in Gon’s face, searching for the slight quirk of his lips and the flash of fire in his eyes.

Killua wanted to spend his entire life learning the silent language of Gon’s face. He wished he had the time to memorize every single one of Gon’s beautiful emotions.

But he didn’t have the time. All he had were his memories and the fluttering in his chest, the burning pressure behind his eyes. He didn’t even have the strength to tell Gon the most basic and obvious truth-

That Killua loved him. That Killua wouldn’t give up a single second of their time together. That he would have willingly let his quiet and infinite adoration for Gon kill him from the inside out as long as it meant they could be together till the end.

“Hey, Killua?” Gon asked, pulling the abnormally pale teen back to the present with a few choice words.

It was really amazing, the effect Gon had on him.

“Yeah?” Killua’s voice was rough. But it didn’t shake with the weight of his sorrow, and he considered that a kind of victory in and of itself.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Killua sucked in a breath as Gon’s fingers brushed against his. He didn’t speak as Gon slid their hands together, intertwining them like they were two pieces of one whole.

Blood roared in his ears. His mind was totally blank. The only thing he could focus on was the way his skin tingled where Gon’s thumb gently caressed his own.

“Killua?” Gon repeated. His eyes glowed in the dark like twin suns.

After a beat, after somehow regaining his ability to speak, Killua said, “You know you can ask me anything, Gon.”

Gon squeezed his hand and Killua’s heart flipped. “Just making sure. Then, Killua-”

“What does it feel like, when you’re in love with someone?”

Killua inhaled sharply, face abruptly hot and burning.

“W-What?!” he squeaked. “I don’t- why are you-” He tried to tug his hand away from Gon’s, but the other held on tight. “Gon, c’mon, don’t-”

“Because,” Gon said stubbornly. “I want to know. I’m curious, Killua.”

Anger rose up inside him like a wave. He snapped back, “What about what I want, did you ever thing about that?! Do you really think I want to start coughing up flowers all over your bed? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen if I answer your question. Is that what you’re after, huh?”

“Of course not! I just want to understand you better.”

Killua blinked, a spitting retort dying in on his tongue. He felt something brush against his windpipe but he pushed the ghostly sensation out of his mind. He refused to acknowledge the thing that was blooming in his chest.

Sometimes, if he was lucky and avoided thinking about the Hanahaki, it faded away. For a little bit, at least. It was too bad the damn thing wouldn’t die on its own no matter how badly he wished it would.

His heart clenched. Fighting back the overwhelming sadness clawing up his throat, Killua whispered, “Why are you asking me this now? What’s the point? In a week, it won’t matter.”

Something dark flickered across Gon’s face, too quick for Killua to catch. It was gone before Killua could blink.

Gon’s voice was solemn when he said, “Your feelings always matter, Killua.” He shifted closer, until their arms pressed together along with their still-clasped hands in the small space between them. “And I’m not asking about what’s going happen in a week. I want to know how you feel now. How do you know you’re in love? What makes it more than just regular love?”

Killua’s head was starting to pound. He didn’t get what Gon wanted from him- or why Gon was so damn close. It made Killua’s skin itch. Gon wouldn’t get anything out of asking this, and neither would Killua. The only thing that might happen would be Killua’s Hanahaki reacting violently to his growing heartache.

Gon had to know that. He was so much more perceptive than most people gave him credit for. But Gon was also selfish and Killua had a bad habit of giving into his best friend’s tendencies. Even if it hurt him in the process.

Killua sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. Might as well get the pain over with, then.

“Being in love,” Killua began slowly. “It’s…well, first, it’s not more than just regular love, okay, it’s just…it’s different. Not more, different.”

“How?”

Killua opened his eyes. Gon’s eyes were wide, glimmering with curiosity, and totally focused on Killua. Gon was gazing at Killua like he was the only person in the entire world.

Killua’s heart stuttered, heat rushing to every corner of his body.

“U-Uh,” Killua stammered and instantly hated himself for being unable to form a proper sentence just because Gon was looking at him- “It’s like, when you’re with the person you l-like, you get…all warm and fuzzy on the inside. It’s like how you feel when you drink hot chocolate on a cold day. Um.”

He stopped suddenly at the sound of quiet giggles. It took him a few seconds before he realized it was coming from Gon. Gon, who was making the whole bed shake with the force of his suppressed laughter.

Prickling irritation stabbed through him.

Killua clenched Gon’s hand in an iron grip, squishing tan fingers together hard enough for it to be painful. He hissed, “Gon! I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, what the hell?”

“S-Sorry!” Gon gasped. His face was scarlet with the effort of holding back his snickers and Killua venomously dug his nails into Gon’s skin. “It’s- ow. It’s just-!”

“Just what?!”

Gon grinned at him, infuriatingly unfazed by Killua’s rage. “It’s just, heh, Killua. Only you would compare love to chocolate!”

A muscle in Killua’s face twitched. Did Gon really just say that?!

Without warning, he tugged his free arm out from under the sheets and flicked Gon’s forehead. A satisfying SNAP echoed around the room.

“AH!” Gon’s free hand slapped across the spot Killua had hit. “Killua! That hurt!”

“Good! That was for interrupting me. Don’t ask questions if you’re just gonna interrupt, stupid!”

Gon pouted and rubbed at the sore spot. “But I already said I was sorry!”

He had, Killua thought with a scowl. But that didn’t mean he was just going to let Gon get away without some form of punishme-

“Plus, y’know, I thought it was kind of cute?”

Killua blinked, his rage melting away. “Wh-what?”

Gon scratched his still-pink cheek. He said somewhat haltingly, “You, comparing love to something you adore so much, I mean! It was really cute, Killua! You’re trying your best to explain how you feel in your own words. Thank you.” He gently squeezed their still interlocked hands. “Really.”

Killua’s breath caught in his throat. He’d forgotten they were still holding hands. How, he had no idea. He just knew he was abruptly hyper-aware of the way Gon’s fingers rested comfortably against his, skin warm and calloused and perfect.

It made Killua want to hold on tight and never, ever let go.

“So,” Gon murmured, voice velvety soft and a shudder cascaded down Killua’s spine. “Love is like hot chocolate, huh? I always thought it had something to do with butterflies in your stomach…”

A moment passed before Killua could compose himself enough to think of something to say; the way Gon had spoken just then was distracting. Gon himself was a distraction from his own question, and the other teen didn’t even know it.

Killua managed to stutter out, “It’s. Uh. It’s a bit of both, actually.”

Gon’s lips quirked upwards at one end. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Killua felt the mattress dip slightly under his hip as Gon inched towards him. They were close enough now that Killua could easily spot the flecks of gold in Gon’s caramel brown irises.

“Tell me more,” Gon said and Killua’s mouth went dry.

It was actually pathetic how weak he was for this star of a boy. Gon shone, even in the darkness of the night, and Killua wanted nothing more than to bask in his radiant light, even if it was just for a little while longer.

Hoarsely, Killua explained, “There’s the butterflies in your gut, yeah. But there’s so many other things- feelings you’d never in a million years expect to feel until suddenly one day you wake up and can’t escape them. Your body reacts to the most dumb things. Even if the person you love is just looking at you, your heart starts to race and your skin tingles. You lose your train of thought watching them because the way they go about living life is somehow so amazing and incredibly beautiful. It doesn’t matter if they’re not doing anything special; it already is special because they’re the ones doing it. It’s their presence that makes all the difference.”

He paused and took large breath, trying his best to ignore his pounding heart. The thing was beating so fast it felt like it was trying to burst out of his chest.

Killua pressed his lips into a thin line. It was almost like his own body was trying to remind him just how much he related to the words pouring out of his mouth. As if he needed the reminder that he was hopelessly in love.

As if he could forget while Gon laid less than a hand’s width away from him. If Killua moved at all, their bodies would touch. That’s how they had gotten since the start of their conversation. It made Killua’s hair stand on end, and he tried his best to stay totally still.

As steadily as he could manage, Killua said, “T-There’s the non-physical stuff too.”

“Like?” Gon asked quietly.

“Like…” Killua held back a groan. How the hell could he describe even a fraction of the impact Gon had on him? How could he explain the way Gon’s presence brought a light into Killua’s life that he hadn’t known existed until then?

Killua averted his gaze from Gon’s gold-eyed intensity, focusing instead on the startling light and dark contrast of their hands. It was nice to see how well they fit together, even though they were so different.

He murmured, “It’s like, how seeing that person makes your entire day. Like wanting to do better and be better, because they’re the one who helped you believe it’s possible in the first place. It’s asking them a million questions just so you can know everything about them. It’s waking up in the morning and wanting their face to be the first thing you see. It’s going out of your way to check up on them, even when you d-don’t have to...”

His voice trailed off in a whisper. Even if he wanted to keep talking, he literally couldn’t. It hurt too much; heavy, tingling pressure was starting to build up behind his eyes and his throat burned like it had been set on fire. He tried to swallow, but that only made the ache worse.

It felt a lot like he was dying from the inside-out. And that was nothing new, really.

“Killua? Are you okay?”

Killua blinked to see Gon’s anxious face staring back at him. It was Gon’s white-knuckled grip on Killua’s fingers that had forcibly brought Killua back to himself.

“I’m fine,” he croaked but his voice cracked on the last word.

Shit, he thought as pure, unrestricted horror crashed over him. Why was Gon always the one he had to break down in front of?! He wanted to yank the covers over his head and somehow bury himself into Gon’s mattress. He would do anything if it meant he could hide from Gon’s deepening frown.

“You’re not fine,” Gon said. “I can tell when you’re lying, Killua.”

Of course Gon could tell. Gon knew him better than anyone else, except for Alluka. But Killua had been playing this game for a long time now and he wasn’t about to give in when he was this close to the end. It was better for Killua to lie, to save Gon from unnecessary suffering on Killua’s behalf.

It was better, Killua repeated to himself even as his throat constricted, to leave Gon thinking he wasn’t a few breaths away from suffocating every moment of every day. Gon didn’t need to know how close to death Killua really was.

Killua said through gritted teeth, “I am fine. Okay? I made it through that entire speech without coughing up a single petal, didn’t I?

Gon grimaced. “I’m not sure if that counts as ‘fine’. But-” he rushed to say as Killua started to snarl something, “-but, as long as you’re here with me, that’s the most important thing.”

Then to Killua’s surprise, Gon admitted in a tone that was almost shy, “Killua, I- I’m really happy you were able to come over tonight.”

“I told you I would,” Killua said. It was hard to tell in the dark like this, but it almost looked like Gon was…was blushing. Why, though?! Gon was practically famous for his blunt nature. He never got embarrassed over anything, especially when it came to shoving his affectionate nature down Killua’s throat. What was Gon really trying to get at here? “Why are you saying all of this? You know I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Gon shrugged awkwardly, one shoulder pressed into the bed. “You could’ve stayed home. You could’ve…you could have spent tonight talking with your unrequited lover instead of having dinner with me and Aunt Mito.”

“You really think I’d pass up your aunt’s cooking?” Killua joked, trying to somehow lighten the thick tension hovering in the air around them.

“Well, I mean, you might have! It sounds like you care a lot about him if he makes you feel all of those things.”

Killua fell silent. He didn’t have a response to that one. If he told Gon that he had, in fact, spent the night talking to his unrequited lover, he would give everything away. And he wasn’t about to let that happen.

But. He could say one thing.

“I do care about him,” Killua admitted lowly, a gentle and swelling warmth blossoming inside his chest. “I care about him more than anything.”

“More than anything in the entire world?” his best friend asked. Gon’s eyes were large enough to rival the moon.

Killua couldn’t help but laugh at Gon’s awed tone. That was such a Gon thing to ask. He was still a little kid at heart no matter how much time had passed since their initial meeting all those years ago, and Killua was glad for it. He hoped Gon would stay like that for the rest of his life, even if Killua wouldn’t be there to tease him for it.

“Yeah, more than anything in the entire world,” he said and grinned to hide the soul-crushing despair that threatened to swallow him whole.  

“Wow,” Gon breathed. “You know, Killua, I think it’s pretty amazing that you can love someone with your entire being like that! I think…I think you’re amazing. You have so much love to give and that’s beautiful.”

Killua flushed. “It is not amazing.”

“It is, though!”

“Tell that to the flower in my windpipe, then!” Killua shot back. He regretted it an instant later when Gon’s bright expression faltered.

“I. Gon, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Killua,” Gon said lowly and Killua immediately stopped.

Gon’s face was strangely blank, now. Seeing Gon like that- so empty and stiff- sent a sharp pang straight through Killua’s chest. Knowing it was his fault made it even worse.

Damnit. Why had he blurted that out of all things?! Gon was just trying to be nice, and he had to go and ruin it. How could he be so incredibly insensitive and stupid-

“I was thinking a lot about you earlier,” Gon said slowly. He raised his gaze to look directly at Killua and Killua’s stomach lurched. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever Gon was planning to say.

“Killua, have you ever told the person you love about your feelings?”

The air vanished from Killua’s lungs.

Gon continued, oblivious to Killua’s reaction, “It’s just, I know you’re shy about this kind of stuff. So, I figured that you might not actually know how this person feels about you- maybe he loves you back, and your love isn’t so unrequited as you thought. But you would never know it, because you never asked.”

The back of Killua’s neck prickled. He felt hot and clammy all over, like on those rare occasions he managed to get a fever. Just the mere idea of telling Gon the truth was enough to send Killua’s mind and body into a panic.

He finally said, voice weak, “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Gon leaned forward and Killua inhaled sharply as Gon’s knees pressed up against his, their intertwined hands now resting against Gon’s broad chest. “Doing that might just save you! You wouldn’t need the surgery, and the flower would die-”

“Because I just can’t!” Killua burst out. His shout bounced off Gon’s bedroom walls and assaulted his ears. But it was Gon’s shocked face that caused a wave of shame to crash over him.

Eyes stinging, Killua whispered, “I can’t, Gon. I just. I can’t do it. It doesn’t even matter, anyway. I already know the answer. There’s no point in saying anything now.”

Gon bit his bottom lip. He didn’t speak and it took Killua a moment to spot the silent argument raging behind Gon’s expression. What he was fighting with himself about, Killua had no clue. And he didn’t have the energy to try and somehow help. So, he just watched numbly, pulse lightning-fast and hand still warm in Gon’s comforting grasp.

Then, Gon asked, “What if…you didn’t have to say anything?”

Killua’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Gon visibly swallowed. At their proximity, Killua immediately saw the heavy blush spreading across freckled cheeks and all the way to the tips of Gon’s ears. Even Gon’s fingers were starting to feel unnaturally sweaty against his own.

“I mean,” Gon said and his voice shook slightly. “What if, someone else confessed how they felt about you.”

Killua’s heart skipped and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.

“What if,” Gon said, eyes glowing with that nameless, throbbing emotion Killua recognized from before. “What if, the person you liked admitted he liked you back? What if he said that you’re the person he wanted to spend every single day with, now and forever? What if he kissed you, so you wouldn’t have to say anything at all?”

Gon pressed closer, and even closer still. Gon’s bedroom melted away and Killua’s world narrowed down to eyes of liquid gold, blazing red cheeks and those beautiful, slightly parted lips.

“What if,” Gon said and his breath brushed across the bridge of Killua’s nose. “What if I kissed you?”

Killua couldn’t bring himself to speak. He didn’t think he could even if he wanted to. His head swam in dizzying circles because Gon was right there in front of him and he wasn’t backing off or stopping. He just kept staring at Killua- unblinking, fixated, determined- as he moved closer and closer and closer and Killua abruptly realized what was about to happen a second before it did.

Gon’s eyes fluttered shut and he gently pressed his mouth to Killua’s, finally closing what little distance had remained between them.

[soliska]

Hi! What are your thoughts on Yashahime?

Well anon, short answer: I've been avoiding Tumblr all day because of it (no matter what tags I hide, it still slips through).

Long answer: I get to choose my entertainment, and my idea of a good time is not get angry at things. I like the visuals of the InuKagMor family and I love Moroha's character design and if I ever write InuKag in my fics as having children, she'll be their first born.

I am beyond annoyed as a fan and as a writer at Yashahime (what bits of the plot I'm aware of that slips through on my feeds). The Inutachi's character development and hell, even effing Sesshoumaru, who I am very neutral about but was still pretty satisfied with his character growth at the end of the Inuyasha manga is completely non-congruent with what happens in Yashahime. Seriously... literally everyone is OOC. You tell me that Sango, Miroku and Shippou would be like 'oh well' *shrugs* and not care about Moroha??? When they would DIE for each other? Also, InuKag seems oddly detached too? Kagome would strangle anyone who even thought of hurting those she loves with her bare hands. What would be in-character is baby Moroha will be strapped to her back as she tears whoever tries to threaten her family a new one and then some.

I won't even get into the other issues I have with it.

If Yashahime was a fic, I'd have nope'd out of it like a paragraph in. I'm sorry if I'm judging without actually watching the anime. I'm not going to. It doesn't look enjoyable in the least. There's fic to read and fanart to look at instead.

[freespooks]

Something silly for @fuckerson

[bewarethewolfarmy]

To the Dragon’s Den~Closed Starter

Tsuki had in part been trying to put this off. She knew it was important, she would have to do this sooner rather than latter, but actually doing this was...nervewracking, for so many reasons. And irritating knowing as she did, knowing that no matter what happened, no matter what had happened, no matter how they saw her, she was still bound to them. Bound to the name of the dragon’s clan.

She decided, finally upon realizing that there was no way she could keep putting this off, to bring it up to Ivan. She choose to do so during some quiet time at the pizzeria, grabbing Ivan’s hand and dragging him upstairs to the loft. Once she knew they were alone she started in on trying to explain, telling him the truth. How that though her mother’s family had disowned her mother, her father’s hadn’t done the same, how her grandfather was the current patriarch of the family and since she was still a Kokuryuu she had to go to him about her engagement to Ivan.

She frowned at that point and looked into her beloved knight’s eyes, squeezing his hands in hers. “That doesn’t mean that I would possibly decide not to marry you even if my grandfather and the rest of the family disapproves; I love you more than anything, you’re the only person I could possibly ever want to spend the rest of my life with. But...it’s tradition; I might not have been raised among them but I still have a duty to my clan, to at least put in an effort to talk to them.”