#Not much of a fashion person but I thought he looked cool enough to share :)

[forgettingcrowbin]

lFAN DESIGN) literal brainrot over @zucchiyeni's idolau ^^

Here's a fan design for Geno with a sorta different style :) gave him a sash to represent his slash. This might be been a huge excuse to draw shiny pants, they're so fun heehee

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

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[monimccoythings]

Like Father Like Daughter

I have so many WIPs from different fandoms and this Wolverine fic ideas just keep coming and coming... I appreciate so much the support I've been shown, I don't look at the notes because it shows in activity that is 99+ and I get anxious lol. Logan has a nasty temper but is really fun to write.

Living with an ill-tempered man like Logan wasn't always easy, but living with him and his variant's teenaged clone turned adopted daughter who had the exact same temper as him, was proving to be quite the challenge.

As anybody would expect, those two were constantly butting heads at everything, be it food, curfews, or, just as they were doing at this very moment, Laura's choices in fashion.

The girl had chosen some shorts and black leggings, with black sneakers, and a crop top that was way too short for an old fashioned man like Logan to approve, to hang out with some friends she had made at her new high school. Barely sparing a glance at her outfit, Logan had snapped at her to go back to her room and change into something more appropiate, which Laura took it as well as any teenage girl that had spent part of her earliest teen years dressing and doing what she pleased in the void would. And then the screaming match had begun.

"NO CHILD OF MINE IS GOING OUT DRESSED UP LIKE THAT."

"IT'S JUST A SHIRT, IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL."

You let out a quiet sigh. You knew daughters were supposed to rebel against their parents, but having two superpowered beings at each other's throats at all times wasn't the great idea the universe thought it was. You knew they loved each other deeply and would kill for each other, but sometimes they were way too much alike.

"Sweetie, listen to Daddy on this one, he just wants what's best for you."

How the fuck had Wade gotten in and embraced your husband's muscular arm without anyone noticing. With a low growl, Logan pushed him away. Laura did not seem too pleased with him either.

"FUCK OFF, YOU AREN'T MY MOM!"

Wade covered his mouth and let out a shocked gasp that honestly was worthy of an Oscar nomination. You quietly thanked him for his presence, maybe that would help relieve the tension in the room. Laura turned at you, imploringly.

"Tell him he's just overreacting. Please."

You sneakily looked at your husband, who seemed to be red with rage, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl that clearly was a display of dominance, knuckles pressed against the wooden table so tightly that you started to fear for the well being of the furniture. His muscles were so tense he looked like he was going to burst out of his shirt, by the way the veins in his neck were swelling.

You didn't want to disrespect his authority over his daughter, but you also didn't want to make Laura direct her hate at you; you loved that girl and her attitude as if she was your own child. It seemed they needed some consesus, and you guessed you'd have to be once again the bigger person here.

"Laura, your father is just worried about you. If you want to wear that top, then you'd have to put a jacket on. And we want you back home by eleven."

"But my friends-" She started to protest, but you quickly cut her off.

"Eleven and that's more than your father was willing to give you."

She bit her lip, considering her options. With a huff, she stomped back towards her room to get that jacket. She slammed the front door on the way back out, not even bothering to say goodbye. Teenagers.

The living room got quiet. Really quiet. You could only hear Wade munching on some popcorn he had gotten from God knows where. Logan was fuming, not at you of course, but at his unruly adoptive daughter's behavior. He stormed towards your shared bedroom and slammed the door close hard enough, it made the pictures on the wall tremble. You sighed.

Well that went well.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he cooled off and decided to come out. You were cleaning up some dishes while Wade sat on the couch watching some cartoons. It made you smile, it was like you had two children running around.

You felt your husband's stubble and nose nuzzle against the back of your neck, as he embraced you from behind, his massive hands covering the entire expanse of your fourth month pregnant belly. "Feeling better now?" You casually asked.

His teeth nipped at the skin on your neck leaving a burning feeling that only his tongue could soothe. "I don't know what to do with her, she seems to fight against everything I do or say." His deep rumbling voice sent shivers running down your spine.

"Deep down she knows you love her. And she loves you too, even if she is too 'cool' to admit it." He let out a bitter chuckle, massaging your belly while leaning his chin on your shoulder, his sideburns made you tickle.

"I just hope this little one doesn't give us that much trouble."

"Hey, however they come out, we will love them the same, because they are a part of our family." He kissed your cheek and you leaned back into his embrace.

"Yes, our family." You let out a laugh at the sudden extra weight on your backs. Looks like Wade had gotten tired of the tv and had decided to join you into your little embrace.

"Wade..." Logan started warningly, carefully prying his hands away from your belly.

*SNIKT*

[gallusrostromegalus]

How does each of the main aeiwam cast react to spiders?

Ichigo: "...Why's my leg itchyyYEAUGH! DAMMIT!" *scoops spider up in piece of paper, opens window and throws it out* "OUTSIDE! SHOO! I hate it when they sneak up and on me...

Orihime: Had an intense close personal friendship with a Joro Spider that had made it's web on her apartment balcony when she was six. It's death at the end of summer was her first real experience with mortal loss, and she mourned it for weeks. She still recalls "Joro-San" fondly.

Uryuu: Secretly dreams of Spiders large enough to spin actual ropes of silk- the stuff is a marvel of chemical engineering, and would be incredibly useful to him as a Doctor or Fashion Designer. He feels like the difficulty of harvesting Spidersilk is the main thing holding back a Golden age of Humanity, and is disturbed to find out he shares ANY opinion with Mayuri Kurotsuichi.

Tatsuki: Paralyticly Phobic of spiders. Understands and appreciates their importance in the ecosystem, knows they can't hurt her and that the phobia is an irrational reflex, and even thinks some of them 'look cool as hell'. The second there's a live one in her presence, she locks up and can't move until someone removes it. (Usually Ichigo, because Orihime will just stare at it, fascinated).

Chad: Has a Pet Kitchen Spider. thought about shooing flies in it's direction, then felt bad for the flies.

Kon: Is a cat, hunts them, and will have nuanced discussions about how different spiders taste with Yuzu, the one person who will tolerate that analysis.

Keigo: Screams theatrically and jumps away and into someone's arms if they're there, but that's just how he reacts to anything that startles him.

Mizuiro: Fascinated by them, will stare at them with Orihime and tell her fun facts about Joro-Gumo Yokai and other lore, which delights her to no end.

Yoruichi: Like Kon, enjoys toying with them before eating them.

Urahara: Curled into the farthest corner, screaming, crying, throwing up, and begging Yoruichi to STOP FUCKING AROUND AND GET RID OF IT!

Rukia: *entirely genuine, with a huge spider crawling on top of her hair* "...what Spider?"

(Seireitei Squad Under The Cut)

Yamamoto: Utterly fails to notice or care. There are so many things he's seen that are so much worse, and honestly? Even when he was a young man he didn't give a shit. He slept rough delivering messages, waking up in the dirt with half a dozen bugs on him was normal.

Sasakibe: Thinks they're delightful. So many elegant designs! Such perfect sense of when to strike! Such patience! He finds out about Diving Spiders and goes Ape Shit. THEY MAKE THEIR ON SCUBA TANKS!!

Soi Fon: Spiders are cool but not as cool as wasps and hornets :)

Omaeda: Also has a Pet Kitchen Spider, but does not feel bad about shooing flies into it's web at all.

Gin: Isn't actually sure what spiders are, or if they're even real. He's seeing sixteen dimensions at once, something that minuscule gets lost in the noise. Still thinks that someone Screaming "SPIDER!" and everyone flailing around in fear or suddenly attacking the walls and furniture is a social game like "The Floor Is Lava"

Rose: Thinks they're cool right up until they're in his personal space and then they are VERY SCARY.

Izuru: Was the designated spider-wrangler for the third from the first day he transferred in, because everyone else is a huge bitch about them. he plays it cool, but he's actually creeped out by the really big ones.

Unohana: Spiders are garden Friends :) often heard verbally encouraging them to destroy her garden pests with calls of "GET HIS ASS!" coming from the Hydrangeas.

Isane: Everyone is sort of surprised how chill Isane is about dealing with spiders- even Yamada's Actually Dangerous Specimens- and she shrugs and tells them that she deals with more dangerous things every day, especially over in Pharmacology. It keeps the focus off the Bug she's actually terrified of: Butterflies.

Hanataro: Do Not Ask The Head Of Toxicology And 11th Division Pocket Medic About Spiders Unless You Are Prepared For A Seven-Hour Lecture With A Pop Quiz At The End.

Aizen: HUGE fan of Spiders. What splendid creatures- look at how carefully the spider selects the anchor points of it's web, the skillfulness with which it weaves. Such incredible patience, waiting for the lines of tension it's woven to snare it's game- though I suppose such patience is easier when the fly's capture is inevitable >:)

Shinji and Hiyori: *Screaming and flailing, hitting things at random (mostly each other) in a blind panic, because they share a braincell and that cell is TERRIFIED of spiders* "It's so fast!" "It was huge! It had to be a tarantula!" "We should burn the division down, just to be sure."

Momo: Escorted the little garden spider outside in a cup like ten minutes ago, and forgot about it because that's such a routine chore, and she was having a more important phone call at the time.

Byakuya: Rarely notices spiders, but sometimes one will scuttle across his desk and he'll stop to watch it for the seven minutes it takes to actually cross his desk with a neutral expression, before resuming whatever he was doing. It's a pleasant diversion for him, not unlike watching the koi fish swim around in the compound pond, and he resumes his duties feeling spiritually refreshed by that chance encounter with nature.

Renji: Not bothered by Spiders. VERY Bothered by his Boss's fucking peculiar-ass reaction to a spider wandering across his desk because to Renji, it looked like Byakuya had never actually seen a spider before and was staring at it with an expression that indicated his higher brain functions had ceased entirely. Is currently making plans to study "The Captain Kuchiki Spider Brain Glitch" by catching a bunch of spiders in a jar and releasing them into his office to see what happens.

Komamura: He's particularly fond of Jumping spiders, because they sing little songs while hunting that he can hear if it's really quiet. They're very cute. Gets very upset when people kill spiders or talk about killing them.

Iba: Not afraid of spiders but doesn't know what to do when they're in his way. Killed one in front of Komamura once when he was a little kid and Komamura was still his babysitter, Sajin gave him a huge and very upset lecture about respecting life in all it's forms... but did not actually teach Iba how to remove them. So every time he sees one he sorta stands there for a minute and hopes it will move, before yelling "BOSS!"

Shunsui: Does not want to admit how much Spiders freak him out. It's not fear, precisely- more of a disgust reaction. All bugs make his skin crawl and he understands how important they are, but can they do all that ecology stuff Far Away From Him, Please And Thank You?

Nanao: Like Unohana, reveres spiders as pest control. She takes it a step further, and actively collects Jumping Spider egg sacs as she finds them in the archives and tends to them over winter so when early spring comes, she can release several hundred thousand spiderlings into the archives to destroy the mites, bookworms, moth larvae and other archive pests before they can get a foothold. She usually does this while dumping out the entire terrarium and cackling manically.

Lisa: Immediately joins in on Nanao's Spider Propagation Project, much to Shunsui's horror.

Tousen: If there is a sudden shriek and burst of profanities and hexes in the ninth division, 90% chance it's because Kaname walked into a spider web again, his LEAST favorite texture in the Universe. Yes, including the curse nails. He'd keep them in his spine if it meant he'd never walk into another spiderweb.

Kensei: Often cracked open a beer while watching the evening news during his exile in the living world. Sometimes it was several beers, or something stronger if he'd had a rough day. One night, it was a bottle of Fireball as he watched the news, and felt too intoxicated to change the channel from the newshour, so he kept watching when PBS Nature came on, and damn near pissed himself laughing when he saw the Peacock Spider's Mating Dance. Full on Howling, tears streaming down his face, barely able to breathe, Pterodactyl-noises laughing. Nothing has been funnier before or since to him, so now whenever he sees a spider he starts guffawing and stop to explain WHY.

Shuuhei: Deeply confused by the fact spiders keep coming indoors. "Why are you all here?" he asks, doing a cobweb patrol with the broom before his boss gets back from the inter-division meeting. "What are you eating? Crumbs? Lint? Is it Lint you eat?"

Mashiro: Has a grasshopper-type Zanpakuto who is not a fan, so she attempts to destroy any spider she sees in solidarity. Usually misses and destroys something else.

Matsumoto: Spiders are cool, but not as cool as snakes :)

Hitsugaya: Grew up on a farm, and shares Momo's total non-reactivity to them. It's even deeper, because his constant ambient chill means spiders never climb on him if they can't help it.

Zaraki: Used to agitate Yumichika and Ikkaku by eating them. Now he agitates them by wandering off the trail during 11th Division Boot Camp or other deployments and coming back with extremely dangerous ones and handing them to Hanataro "fer yer collection". The 11th Division's Pocket Medic has explained toxicology at length to him, and now Zaraki thinks of various medicines as "Spider Pills" and "Scorpion Juice".

Yachiru: Still eats spiders. She's the sole exception to the Wrath of Komamura, because there is no malice or fear in her actions- it's perfectly natural and morally upstanding Carnivory. The rest of you are being irrational and jerks.

Ikkaku: Sometimes regrets his life choices when he sees the freak he's sworn loyalty to walk out of the trees with something venomous enough to kill half the gotei-13 with a single bite crawling over his face, then realizes that's FUCKING BADASS and is assured that he made the right choices.

Yumichika: *currently sneaking up behind Ikkaku with a fake spider on a string to affectionately terrorize him*

Mayuri: Unlike Uuryu, Mayuri isn't a Weenie, and he's making his dreams of Milkable Spiders the Size of Cattle a reality.

Nemu: Helping with that. This one is hers. She named it #47, after it's designation, Specimen Number 47.

Ukitake, *entirely genuine, with a huge spider crawling across his forehead* "...There's a spider in here?"

[ludicdoll]

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

contents: american reader, smoking, soft farleigh, very slight angst, fluff

synopsis: you and farleigh smoke under the sunset, reminiscing on your exciting summer.

a/n: go listen to weak for your love by thee sacred souls nowww

you sigh against the warm breeze, staring up into the golden sky. your summer was coming to an end, which means you would have to leave saltburn, which means you would have to go back home to america. you thought you wouldn’t care when summer ended, in fact you were excited to go back home—but now everything’s changed. your summer started out with felix inviting you after the graduation party. he said “everyone will miss you if you leave so early.” he was definitely just trying to make you feel better, but you caved in on his offer anyway. on the first day you arrived at the estate, elspeth almost immediately claimed you as one of her own children.

she was a very sincere woman, her blonde hair was always pinned up to frame her classic face, and her clothes always reflected her wealth. you were so intimidated by the catton’s at first, but as you got to know them better, you realized they’re quite normal. sure—the family heirloom art pieces on the walls and their 200 acres of land weren’t normal, but on the surface of their personalities, they were just average people who happened to be blessed with money. during your stay at the mansion, you found yourself talking to farleigh more often. at oxford you and farleigh never talked much, only sharing occasional glances from across lecture halls. you shared the same friend group with him due to felix and got along surprisingly well.

you both had witty personalities, a stubborn flare, and incredible fashion tastes. you recall your first real conversation with farleigh. it was on your first night at saltburn during dinner. you were seated next to him and gossiped the whole time about annabel and felix’s situationship. you laughed and smiled at his words and he seemed to be feeling just as amused as you were. now and then you would have your petty, harmless arguments, but nothing too extreme. in the midst of all of the catton’s chaos, you and farleigh found peace in each other. slowly, he even opened up a little to you. he talked about his mom, claiming that he was scared that if he left england, he would never get an ounce of money again. you pitied him truthfully. however, he was also incredibly smart, he just never bothered to show it.

farleigh also loved literature, he would roll his eyes at you whenever you’d call him a nerd but he enjoyed classics, drama, mysteries, romance, almost everything and anything. you would think that him living a chaotic, party filled lifestyle meant that he never had any time to pick up on any other hobbies or interests, but he did. he learned french and was surprisingly good at it, he didn’t speak it fluently—but he knew enough to hold up a conversation with someone random.

you sit in your window nook, closing your book and placing down on the cushion, staring out of the cracked window as you ash your cigarette out of the open panes. it’s mid september, the weather was slightly cool, but the humidity from the light rain earlier had made it slightly warmer. you raise your fingers to you mouth, dragging out the smoke from your cigarette. you lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes as you breathe in the air around you. suddenly, you’re awoken by a knock on your door. “come in!” you call out as a head of curls poke through the door. farleigh smiles before closing the door behind him and walking over to you. he’s wearing a dark navy ralph lauren cable knit sweater (very fitting for him) and black trousers. he looked like he just got back home from something. “having your main character moment, i see?” he teases as he sits down across from you in the nook. you roll your eyes, softly shaking your head with a laugh. he grins, looking down at the book in your lap.

farleigh reaches over, grabbing it before reading the title outloud. “one hundred years of solitude,” he repeats. “how are you just now reading this?” you snatch the book out of his hand before placing it back down next to you. “oh, i’m sorry i’m not a nerd like you.” you reply mockingly. farleigh gives you a deadpan expression before cocking his head to the side, staring at you with low eyes. he readjusts himself in the cushion, scooting closer to the where his legs were touching yours. “venetia won’t be able to shut up when you leave.” he mutters. you turn, smiling weakly. you’ll miss her too, you’ll miss everyone when you’re gone. the two of you sit in silence for a minute, soaking in the beautiful shift in colors within the sky. you pull a cigarette out of its box next to you, offering it to him. he stares at you, almost like he was hesitating to take it or not. of course, he couldn’t decline so he swiftly took it out of your fingers.

you grab your lighter and ignite the flame by his lips. he immediately groans quietly, a wave of relief glowing across his face. “where were you all day?” you ask. “you just disappeared during brunch.” farleigh blows a thin line of smoke out of his mouth, shrugging. “the pub.” he looks over your empty room, biting down on his bottom lip. you used to have so many posters and polaroids littered across your walls, but you had already packed all of your stuff—leaving the room blank. “god, it’s so boring in here now.” he says. his breath suddenly hitches when he sees your suitcase in the corner of the room, packed and ready for your leave. you notice this and reach over to touch his shoulder.

in an attempt to lighten the mood, you rub at his arm. “aw, you gonna miss me, far?” you ask with an exaggerated sad face. farleigh scoffs, chuckling softly at your expression. “mmm, don’t get ahead of yourself.” you giggle, turning your head to look at the sky above you. you had made so many memories here, so many friends you wouldn’t be able to replace back in the states. a part of you wished you could stay in england, but another part of you missed your home. “do you remember the first time we met?” farleigh breaks the silence suddenly. you glance over at him, raising a brow. “it was at felix’s acceptance party. you showed up wearing a bold silver sequin skirt, very bold.” you cringe as you recall your odd fashion choices in your first year at oxford.

“oh god, don’t remind me.” you cry out as you pinch your nose bridge with a defeated sigh. farleigh laughs, exhaling the smoke out of the window. “truly … it was definitely the talk of the night.” he adds on to make you wince further. you raise a hand, waving it in front of him, hoping he’d stop talking. “but—i liked your outfit that night. i thought that you had to be interesting if you were wearing that.”

“really?” you ask. he nods, a smirk dancing on his lips. you sit up, leaning closer to him. you stare up at farleigh through your lashes, cocking your head to the side. “and was i interesting?”

farleigh seems to get a rise out of this sudden confidence from you. he leans down closer as well, just inches away from your face. “mhm,” he hums as he raises his cigarette back up to his mouth. you can’t help but stare at his pink lips as he takes a long drag. the two of you exchange quiet glances, a thick tension rising in the air. “whatever shall i do without you?” he teases as he leans back on his palm. “well, i’m not leaving until tomorrow morning.” you glance over at the grand clock in the corner of the room before turning back to meet farleigh’s gaze. “—we still have a couple more hours together.”

“yea? it’s not enough.” he muttered the last part quietly, but loud enough for you to dicipher. farleigh looked so soft under the sunset, the rays of pink light illuminating his face perfectly. your stomach suddenly flips, a wave of heat spreading to your face. he looked almost angelic in a way. you never thought about your right dynamic with farleigh. others around you would often say you and farleigh were close, maybe a little too close. you liked sitting in his lap and he liked holding you, not like it was im a sexual manner, you just genuinely enjoyed his touch. it was purely platonic to you from the start. but as you spent more time with him, you realized his demeanor would get you a nervous mess at times.

you thought you didn’t like farleigh, but the fuzzy feeling that would overtake you would make you squirm under his stare. it made you feel like you were twelve again with your first crush. “maybe we could just spend the next few hours talking.” farleigh says. you blink, examining in his soft features. the longer you stared, the more you’d notice certain aspects of him face you never acknowledged before—like how he had very faint fading freckles in the summer, or that one curl that would fall on his forehead perfectly. you nod in response to his suggestion before leaning back to your original position. for the next two hours, you and farleigh just sit there, rambling on about everything you could think of. your conversation ranged from shit talking to philosophy, then to the planets orbiting around us. you talked so long to the point where the sun started to set, slowly dipping below the horizon with a burst of pinks and oranges. you grab at his arm, gasping quietly as you gaze up at the sky. “look!” you point out. he raises a brow, glancing back and forth between you and the sunset. “what?”

“the sky!” you say in an obvious tone. “happens everyday, nothing new.” he says nonchalantly as he releases himself from your grip, resting his head against the window. you groan, smacking his arm with the back of your hand. “okay, well it’s my last sunset in england.” you turn your body fully so it’s facing the window, legs crossed underneath you as you put out your cigarette. you feel the cushions slowly sink when farleigh scoots closer. he places his head on your shoulder, sighing quietly. “m’gonna miss you.” his voice is low, rough but smooth at the same time. you tilt your head to look at him, giggling at his sudden honesty. “i’m serious,” farleigh picks his head back up from your shoulder, tracing his thumb along your jaw.

his eyes flicker back and forth from your eyes to your lips, his face show a look of contemplation. for a moment, you wish he would come back to america with you. the thought of him living with you didn’t bother you. in fact, it sounded perfect. he was a genuine person—and yes, he was a bitch but he was truthful and sweet when he wanted to be. “i wish i could stay longer.” you whisper. farleigh trails his thumb up to your bottom lip, tilting closer to you. “you could,” he says. you laugh awkwardly, “i’m sure the catton’s are sick of me though.”

“i’m not.”

you stare up at him, his dark eyes boring into yours. he looks so vulnerable right now, so calm and content. it was a rare occurrence if you saw farleigh not gushing out insults left and right. his voice made you shiver, goosebumps lining your skin with each syllable that left his pretty mouth. “i—i don’t want you to go.” farleigh stutters out with a soft sigh in a way that sounded like it was ashamed of admitting it. before you could respond, his lips crash onto yours. his pace is frantic at first then it softens, kisses delicate and slow. farleigh’s hand on your jaw trails around to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, pulling him close to your body. you could feel his warmth radiating off of yours, it was so sudden. you never expected to be making out with the farleigh start. there’s so many things running through your mind, but they all vanish into clouds as you melt against his soft lips. your stomach flutters rapidly, a slight buzz rising to your head. he grins into the kiss, a shitfaced grin at that. farleigh slips his tongue in your mouth, the subtle taste of liquor on him.

“far—” you whimper through labored breathing. he slows, pulling away from the kiss as he rests his forehead against yours. his hand falters from the back of your head to your neck. “fuck, you don’t understand what you do to me.” you crane up, looking at him with doe eyes. “please stay. just for a little while.” he begs, brows furrowed with worry as he laces his fingers into yours. you swallow, glancing over at the packed suitcase on the floor. you peer back up at farleigh, a small smile tugging on your lips. “please.” he repeats.

“okay,” you breathe out, “i’ll stay for a little longer.”

© please do not publish my work on other sites.

[mousy-nona]

All of God's Angels p. 5/5

Is Alastor the key to Gabriel's prophecy?

When the chains fall loose and Alastor is set free, Lucifer finally gets his answer.

Link to AO3

“In a bad mood today, I see,” Alastor’s radio static slithered from the shadows. Lucifer jumped, his hand immediately flying over his heart.

“You have got to stop doing that,” he snapped. 

Alastor leaned against the wall, his long frame draped against Lucifer’s garish tent-walls with careless grace. Lucifer’s heart ached as he took him in, his red hair like flame in the early morning sunlight. The light looked good on him, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the lean, predatory elegance he wore like a second skin. 

Alastor cocked his head, trying for innocently confused and failing spectacularly. “But it’s the first of the month! Surely you haven’t forgotten our appointment?” 

He sighed. “No, of course not. But it’s seven in the morning, Alastor.” 

“And you’re up! Clearly deep in thought, I see. Shall I return at a later time?” 

Lucifer shook his head and beckoned him forward. “You’re here already, so let’s get this over with.”

He didn’t know for whose benefit he kept pretending he hated these little meetings as much as Alastor did. It wasn’t for the deer, who could pluck each one of his secrets from his mind as easy as breathing. But it was easier like this. If he pretended long enough, he might stop looking around corners to see if Alastor was in a room before walking in, his ears would stop pricking up at the sound of his name, and his heart might stop doing the macarena whenever he spotted anyone Tall, Dark, and Creepy. 

He was an idiot. He was cursed. The most colossally stupid, cursed idiot in the entire stupid universe because not only had he fallen for a sadistic asshole, he’d fallen for the one sadistic asshole who would never be able to want him back. 

Gabriel and his idiot prophecies. The next time he saw him, he was going to pluck all his feathers and serve him up medium rare over mashed potatoes and a side of green beans, Duck a L’Orange style. 

Alastor vanished into a mass of shadows and reappeared a moment later a few inches from his face. 

“Woah, woah, woah, personal space! Respect my personal space!” Lucifer yelled, trying to pinwheel backwards and finding himself pressed up against his desk. 

Ignoring him as usual, Alastor brought the tip of his claws under Lucifer’s chin and gently, oh so gently, tilted his head up. Those red eyes of his were hypnotic, glowing faintly as he searched the very depths of his soul. Lucifer’s cheeks turned from pink to dark red, and Alastor’s smile grew. He did so love it when he made Lucifer lose his cool. 

“You’re no fun to toy with when you’re put out like this,” Alastor remarked casually, as if they were just two people sharing a normal conversation over coffee, and not so close they were sharing the same breath. “Fine, I’ll bite. What’s on your mind, little king?” 

“Nothing,” Lucifer said, too fast. 

Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Are you really going to make me rip it from you?” He grinned. “An interrogation. Excellent. Like I always say to my listeners, there’s nothing like a good old fashioned interrogation to start the day!” He called a few shadow demons into reality, each one of them holding a set of rusty tools, each more disturbing than the last. “Call me a stickler for the old rules, but I like to start with a pair of pliers –”

Lucifer blanched. “You come at me with any of those, I’ll blast you into oblivion, Bambi. ”

Alastor’s eyes glowed with pleasure. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.”

They stood and glared at each other, the familiar electricity licking up Lucifer’s veins with their delicious warmth. Maybe it was what Alastor had intended, but the fire burned away some of the eerie sadness that always hovered at the edges of his mind, waiting to drown him in depression. When the demon was around, the darkness retreated, and he felt like his old self again. Optimistic. Innovative. Happy .

Don’t get used to it, the darkness whispered in his ear. Its words dripped like cold oil down his back. He won’t be around forever. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out the truth, and then he’ll leave you for good.

And just like that, the warm buzz Alastor had created disappeared, and the sadness rushed in again, cackling wildly as it dug its claws deep into Lucifer’s mind. 

Alastor watched it all with an impassive look on his face. Then, suddenly, Lucifer was in the air.

“Wha–” was all he was able to squeak out before he crashed into a nearby couch, one shadow tendril still gripping his ankle. He pushed himself up on his elbows right before a mass of shadows materialized on top of him. Alastor appeared, effectively caging Lucifer in with his larger form, pressing his shoulder into the cushions with one foot.

“What are you doing ?” Lucifer raged, using his superior strength to toss the demon off of him. Alastor whipped backwards and in one smooth motion struck out with his claws, which Lucifer narrowly avoided by diving forward – and slamming headlong into Alastor’s chest. 

When he looked up and saw what had happened, his face turned such a dark red he thought it might never turn back to its usual white shade. Crouched between his long legs like this, both his hands placed beside Alastor’s narrow hips, and his intoxicating scent blotting out Lucifer’s good sense, he felt slow and stupid, as if he’d been drugged. 

Then something sharp scraped against his head, and he thought he might pass out. Was Alastor…was he petting him?

“Mama always said you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” came that classic radio static from above. This close, Lucifer could feel his heartbeat – and it was annoyingly steady. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I can’t,” Lucifer whispered, his voice broken. 

Alastor always teased him for being an open book, but there was something even he didn’t know. Something Lucifer had been keeping secret for some time. 

The golden remnants of Adam’s former power accumulated inside of him every time they repeated their monthly ritual. Steadily, drop by drop, they had purified the stains of his soul. With most of the pollution gone, he felt cleaner. Stronger. Strong enough that every little bit of holy energy trembled now when he called them forth.

He could wash Alastor clean. Sever any obligation that remained between them. 

When Alastor had called on his favor before, he hadn’t been able to grant it. But if he asked now…

Don’t ask. He’d thought when they met in Rosie’s quiet shop in the heart of Cannibal Town, in the light of the fireflies back at Alastor’s bayou, in the darkened alleyways no Hell denizen dared to go. Every moment with Alastor felt exceedingly precious now. He relished each time Alastor slowly stripped off his shirt, his beautiful, scarred form bared to him and only him. He felt his breath tremble whenever he ran his fingers across the solid planes of Alastor’s chest, the heat of his body both familiar and a marvel each time he discovered it. 

Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask .

But the guilt was growing, as if Alastor’s infection was leeching its insidious roots into his own soul. He had to tell him. Alastor would find out eventually – he always did – and he would never forgive him for willingly keeping chains tied around his neck. But he couldn’t let him go either. The sharp rasp of claws against his skull and the steady lullaby of Alastor’s heart made him feel perilously, ridiculously close to tears.

“You know, I could make you tell me,” Alastor said, the same way you would remark upon the pleasant weather. “But I would rather not use my favor on such a silly matter. I’ll be mighty displeased if you force my hand to such extreme measures. Do we understand each other?” 

“Who cares about what you want?” Lucifer shot back automatically. Alastor waited patiently, his eyes glowing a gentle red. 

The silence stretched on, marked only by the rabbit thump-thump-thump of Lucifer’s heart and the slower swing of Alastor’s. Finally, he opened his mouth. “I invoke –”

“No! ” Lucifer slapped his hand over his lips. He could feel those razor teeth biting into his fingers, revealing the golden ichor that lay beneath. “I’ll tell you.” The only thing worse than revealing the truth was being forced to reveal it. Alastor would really hate him then. “I…I can heal you now. Fully. No conditions attached.” 

Alastor’s eyes grew wide, and understanding dawned across his sharp features. “You can get rid of it? All of it?”

Lucifer nodded.

“I won’t have to come see you?”

Again, he nodded, although a pain like lightning, like Lilith leaving, like the crash of the Fall lanced through his heart. The darkness closed in, eager for their chance to strike. 

Alastor’s lips thinned, and the room glitched, refracted into blocks of red and black. “How long have you known?”

“A bit.” Lucifer’s voice was small, barely more than a whisper. “Not long. But I could have told you earlier. I’m sorry about that.”

Alastor studied him, green symbols flashing behind him like fireworks. Then, in the blink of an eye, the room returned to normal and he sat back, creating a bit of distance between the two of them. Lucifer’s skin crawled, missing the contact immediately. 

“Apology accepted. All’s well that ends well, I suppose. But if you ever keep anything like that from me again –” The crackle of static whined and hissed, hopping from frequency to frequency; at one point, he heard the swing of a band, and the next a news report. Alastor’s eyes turned to radio dials – a clear sign he was well and truly annoyed. Sometimes Lucifer made a little game of how fast he could trigger those dials, but he got no enjoyment out of seeing them today. “Well, let’s just say I won’t be so understanding .” 

“Fine,” he agreed tiredly. “I doubt we’ll be seeing enough of each other for me to get the chance, anyways.” 

Then he slapped his hand over his stupid, traitorous mouth. Had he really said that? Maybe Alastor had a point about him being way too easy to read. 

Alastor practically purred, more of an overgrown cat than a deer. He seemed to grow in size, looming over Lucifer, the picture of satisfaction. “Is that what you were so worried about? Well, my dear, I seem to remember an interesting little offer I made the day we started this arrangement. It’s still on the table. The only thing you have to do –” he leaned forward, green lightning flickering at his edges. The air crackled, breathless, as if time had stopped for the two of them, and the two of them alone. “Is say yes. ”

Lucifer had thought long and hard about this. Several sleepless nights, even. But in the end, no matter how much he wanted Alastor, no matter how much he feared the loneliness and the darkness of his own mind, he couldn’t do it. Not because he was scared of losing his soul – he wasn’t even sure he had a soul, for starters – but because he couldn’t do that to himself or Alastor. 

They were to be equals. Partners. If the prophecy was to be true, neither of them could be chained to the other. And as flawed as Alastor was, as disgustingly, beautifully human as he could be, the more time he spent with him, the more sure he was – that Lucifer wanted Alastor to be The One. 

Even if Alastor would never be able to return his feelings.

Lucifer shook his head, extinguishing Alastor’s hopeful flame. “My answer is no. It would be unfair to you.” 

“To me?” Alastor crackled, surprise shooting his voice up several frquencies. 

“You don’t feel the way I do for you,” Lucifer bit out, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. The cards were all on the table. His hand was played. Now he waited for Alastor’s turn.

To his surprise, Alastor started laughing. 

“You angels,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped a few tears from his eyes. “So simple. You always see the world in black and white, when everything is really shades of gray.” 

Lucifer frowned. “I didn’t ask for a philosophy lesson here.” 

“Do I feel the way you do for me? Do I dream of your bare skin pressed against mine? Do I think about what you might look like under that ridiculous outfit, how soft your lips might be?” Lucifer had stopped breathing entirely. His chest felt too tight and too loose, all at once. Alastor grinned, every inch the sinful abomination he claimed to be. “No, my dear. I do not. That is entirely your affliction, I’m afraid.”

Pain. Pain and hurt and humiliation. Lucifer felt about two inches tall, and growing smaller by the second. 

“But,” Alastor continued. “I haven’t entirely hated getting to know you. I must admit, I quite look forward to our little spats. You are an enjoyable adversary.”

“An enjoyable adversary?” Lucifer spat, wanting nothing more than to lick his wounds in peace. 

“ I am not finished .” Alastor’s radio static turned high, nearly obscuring his words. “As I was saying, you interest me in a way I am…unfamiliar with. It would be…uncomfortable for me if you stopped coming around.”

The world twitched and glitched. Alastor’s antlers, usually half-hidden in his hair, cracked as they grew. His ears were flat against his head. And Alastor, usually so prim and polished, so ineffable and untouchable… stuttered . Lucifer softened, feeling his injured pride heal at seeing Alastor struggle to put his own feelings – complicated as they may be – into words. Good Lord, he was actually tripping over his sentences! 

“Uncomfortable?” Lucifer asked, only half-teasing. 

“Exceedingly.”

“So you’re saying you still want me to come around?” 

Alastor winced, as if it caused him physical pain to admit to anything so annoyingly emotional. “Yes,” he bit out.

Lucifer’s gaze dipped lower, towards Alastor’s chest. To the mouthwatering bare skin beneath. Even if they did continue their strange not-quite-relationship, he would never again have an excuse to touch Alastor in that intimate way. To run his hands over his smooth skin. 

As if reading his mind, Alastor let out Hell’s most exasperated, put-upon sigh. “I am not opposed to some…contact.” His lips bared in a rather wicked grin. “As a matter of fact, I believe it will be a rather amusing carrot when I tire of the stick.” 

Bristling at the insinuation, Lucifer shot back, “I’m not some kind of donkey you can train!”

“That remains to be seen,” Alastor smiled. It was not a nice smile. Hot anticipation electrocuted Lucifer’s spine, and his mouth went dry. “Besides, I still have that pretty little carte blanche from you. How am I to use it if you’re not around?” 

“I’m sure you’ll find some creative use for it,” Lucifer grumbled. 

He hummed, no doubt a million nefarious plans running through that devious mind of his. “And if you ever get desperate, well…” He lowered his voice, his whisper like liquid sin. Pure temptation. Lucifer’s blood boiled for it. “My offer is still on the table.” 

“We’ll see,” Lucifer said. And he meant it. Maybe he would break from Alastor's incessant teasing and sell his soul to the devil (maybe he'd already lost it to him anyways). Maybe they would end up killing each other in a dramatic double murder. And maybe they would stay this way; constantly circling, constantly competing, constantly enemies for the rest of eternity. 

That was the beauty of life with Alastor - you never knew what you were going to get. And Lucifer was furiously, fiercely, fiendishly happy.

[tubbypeddle]

Another lovely matchup trade with miss @lady-of-endless for parts 3 and 6!!

i can't, i'm so obsessed with matchup trades ❤

(author's note: ever since we did that first one, i've had an itch to do another one, and now I finally have the chance!! creds to gif owners for gifs <3 also I apologize if it isn't the best, i'll come back to edit it in the morning if i don't like it, its 4 am 💀)

Hmmm, again with the choices! The Stardust Crusaders are such a rowdy bunch, they definitely need someone a little more level-headed like you.

From part 3, your lucky fella is...

Mohammed Avdol!!

given your circumstances, and why you've even joined the group, you perhaps don't get your movie date until way later (you were definitely their only healer). but it's okay, because he makes it up to you after Dio's been defeated. with a nice home movie date at his place. he even sets up a small dinner for the two of you, too.

as a man of his sort of Pagan(ish) religion, he believes in zodiac signs. not in that "white girl" way, where they dictate every aspect of someone's personality. He is a Libra, the sign of balance, and you are a Gemini, the sign of duality. The contrasting nature of your signs will bring about the perfect balance, ironically enough. And you are two Air signs at that. His perfect match, if you were to ask him.

he so appreciates your appreciation for deeper connections. he's a very spiritual man, and deep, intimate connections are what he lives for. To the point where you two can do that thing. y'know, the thing. communicating without speaking. through glances, or hums, or even little trinkets left around a shared space.

He also very much appreciated that you also want to listen to him. He's kinda...settled into the role that the Crusaders nudged him into, even if none of them realized it. He was the level head, he was who they went to when they need information and advice. He's very happy that he can just exist with you without having to worry about you.

You'll just listen to his grievances, even offer comfort or advice yourself when it's needed.

That being said, he learns to know when you don't feel very good yourself. when you don't feel like being a person in society, so to speak. and that's when he'll just let you lay with him

and he's more than patient enough to listen to your thoughts for hours. in fact, it's one of his favorite things to do with you. he'll just listen to you talk and talk, probably while he's braiding your hair or while the two of you are cooking together.

while he's not one to care much for fashion, he does enjoy yours. Long skirts, blouses, long coats. He does also like how the two of you kinda contrast each other, while still having a similar enough color palette. As he says, you're the silver to his gold.

he's a little more hot-headed than people usually expect, and you're the perfect person to cool him down. He's not so hot-headed in the sense that he's reckless, or angry all the time. More so, he's temperamental, and quick to rush to your aid. you two often find yourself butting heads about who can protect who more, mostly because he feels like it's his responsibility to protect you as his partner. it's the old fashioned chivalry in him.

the first time he saw you switch to your firmer side was a little bit of a turn on for him, admittedly. You shut down the situation effortlessly, and you looked hot doing it. (haha hot. get it?) he loves your no nonsense attitude.

Honorable mentions!! Jean-Pierre Polnareff he finds you absolutely charming, like his perfect other half, but alas. His dear friend got to you first. He's not one to home wreck. Hol Horse! there's nothing he loves more than a woman who can kick his ass into next Tuesday. such a shame he didn't find you first.

And oops! a little leap in time!

Now it's 2012, and you find yourself in Green Dolphin Prison! it's like a little dating sim, how exciting.

now which of the lucky candidates find themselves as your partner?

hmm... 😌

Weather Report!!

you lookin' for loyalty? he's loyalty.

he doesn't bother arguing with you about who's more protective, because he's willing to let you believe whatever you want. Because he knows. You may be fiercely protective, but he would literally kill a man for you. Die for you. Live for you. He would do absolutely anything for you.

He knows of your tendency to overwork yourself, and is a master at gently pushing you in the right direction to taking care of yourself.

God, he is the master of gentleness. His every move is quiet, literally. If he doesn't have to be loud, he won't be, not that he minds noisiness. It's the perfect opportunity for you to spend time with him, lay your medicine facts on him! He loves to listen.

He's definitely not averse to touch either, if the way he's so easy to casually lean close to someone is any indication. With others, he won't touch them when he leans close to them like that. Too hesitant to actually touch them.

But with you, he doesn't hesitate. His hands are on you in any way he can have them on you, but not in the ways you'd think.

Where normal boyfriends like touching their girlfriend's waists, or ass, or have an arm around her shoulders, or his hand in hers, Weather is different.

He'll nudge you in the direction he wants to go by the back of your neck, like you're a kitten. When the two of you are just cuddling, he'll hold your hands, sure, but he's picking at your nails to make sure your hands are clean. He hooks his chin over your shoulder when the two of you are standing together, in the same way a normal boyfriend would have their arm around their girlfriend's waist.

He's a little freak, and honestly, you kinda dig it. (I mean, who wouldn't?)

And you always smell good, which is something he loves. Sometimes he'll use Weather Report the Stand to waft the smell of you towards him when the two of you are apart. As a nice reminder of his newfound home.

He appreciates your ability to keep yourself in check if you get a little too angry. He feels like it compliments his own very well.

and he LOVES your style. you look so elegant and mature, it's something he also adores about you, just like everything else about you. you can really do no wrong in his eyes.

Honorable mentions!! Jotaro Kujo you remind him of everything he fought to protect when he defeated Dio back in 89, every good thing the world has to offer. You are sweetness and serenity, and he does not deserve you.

I love matchup trades so much, you don't UNDERSTANDDDDDD

well, lady endless probably does

[cicadadust]

I promise I'll get back to drawing canon characters soon. But woo- took me three days to finish. But my boi Kaiba is complete! This is probably the most cluttered ref I've ever made haha.

Potential Rakuyou arc spoilers ahead so be warned:

Originally he was inspired by a post where someone mentioned the artist phenomenon of a canon character basically turning into their OC after awhile.

And it all started with well, I love Kamui. And I love his first official appearance with the bandages obscuring his face - maybe I could work with that. But then I shoved so many of my AU things and other ideas I enjoy into this character that he's mutated so much that he barely has any trace of Kamui left in his character. Definitely not story wise, nor personally, maybe a few elements design wise still along with the fact of being a Yato. Kaiba actually ended up being much more like Kouka story wise than I intended though (*cough* probably because Kaiba was mainly based on my AU of Kamui being the sole Altana mutant on Kouan instead of Kouka *cough*) but eh, I'll live with that.

Despite being a yato and Altana mutant...I may have taken a few creative liberties design wise. But I have my excuses! One thing is, I absolutely love Yato- but wish they had a few more I guess inhuman traits. Like please give them larger canine teeth and reflective pupils please🙏🥺. I thought the reflective pupils for Yato would be really cool, or funny, if Kagura had em too. So I tossed those traits into there. And I know Yato are supposed to be fair skinned- but I had an idea! Since Yato seem to be able to build up a slight tolerance to sunlight, like with Kagura being able to be out in broad daylight, while Housen who hasn't been exposed in a long time immediately started dying. I figured what if during Yato disopra, one of the groups of survivors who had fled Kouan ended up on this sunny desert dwarf planet... probably not by choice. Though there, the survivors perhaps started to build up a higher tolerance to the sunlight. But yet they're still not immune to it. And could have been the downfall of the few generations that had managed to survive for long enough. Kaiba was from this specific clan of Yato that had settled on the dwarf planet. With a slightly higher tolerance to sunlight than the typical Yato, and with the combo of being an altana mutant. Kaiba was free to enjoy the sunlight for much longer before feeling the effects of it, allowing him to gain more of his tanned complexion. Also just shares the same reptile brain as me, with the desire to just lay out in the sun on warm rocks. Though if he's an altana mutant, how come he has a scar? That should just heal right? ... Well, I have absolutely no excuse for that for now! I just wanted to reuse a scar design from one of my older characters because I thought it'd look nice on Kaiba 👉👈.

Now to get a little more into his story and such. It starts off similarly to Kouka's. As again Kaiba is the last member of his clan surviving alone on his birth planet due to him being a mutant. The forgotten dwarf planet, which I've named Ardoros, is covered in reddish orange sands, stone, and a whole bunch of space junk wich collects on its surface. With so much metal and scrap around, Kaiba developed a skill in metal working. And even managed to find a junked ship one day. This was obviously very exciting as he managed to get it to function- just barely. With many days having spent wandering Ardoros previously, he had already discovered one of its altana crystals. Albeit small, he fashioned it into an earring to serve as a battery in a way before he finally left. But being the absolute hunk of junk it was, Kaiba's ship broke down when he managed to land on another planet. And with no money or anything to fix it, he's began relying on hitchhiking. Traveling all over the universe with the aid of strangers. This got to go on for years, exploring new planets, trying new food etc- he absolutely loved it. But, the crystal he wears is almost depleted along with his own altana energy. He continues to hitchhike, yes. But now determined to find his way back to Ardoros before it's too late. Thing is - he's never been skilled at navigating, always leaving that up to whoever he was traveling with. He has also encountered no one else who's even heard of Adoros, no one else knows it's location either. And currently his latest stop during his attempts to get home, is on earth.

[timeofjuly]

i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here. 

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens. 

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling. 

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school. 

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get. 

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more. 

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour. 

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings. 

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win. 

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing. 

You know that voice. 

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them. 

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before. 

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years. 

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise. 

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain. 

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw. 

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something. 

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back. 

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own. 

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place. 

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you. 

You let go first. 

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks. 

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope. 

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means. 

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it. 

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains. 

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say. 

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief. 

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott. 

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name  - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine. 

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now. 

God fucking damnit. 

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt. 

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass. 

Oh, right. 

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV. 

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you. 

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact. 

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow. 

In the new one, you’re smiling. 

Huh. You see it, now. 

You do look different after all.

[fallloverfic]

hey hey so glad to have found you on tumblr. it was a bit hard for me to find content creators for ennead on this site, oddly enough

i saw some of your ask me prompts and i was wondering if you could do 4 and 10?

Hello!! And welcome :3 Thank you for the ask!! And yeah, tumblr is very quiet for the fandom. Twitter, pixiv, Ao3, and instagram are far more hopping.

I think this is for the ENNEAD ask me meme, so I'll answer based on that!

4. Who is your favorite character (if you have one)?

Shockingly I know, after publishing 48 fanfics that star or otherwise feature him in some fashion... it is Seth alkdjaldja he is best boi for me. Sad man, angry man. Love him. He's beautiful, he's tragic, he's fun. I love the way Mojito is exploring so many things with him, whether it's suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, self-blame for things that are out of your control, cycles of violence, anxiety, responsibility... Just a lot of things. I love his power set (no pun intended). Shapeshifter characters have been my favorites since I was little (big fan of werewolves and shifters generally, and always have been, pretty sure it's why The Little Mermaid and other similar stories about water people who can change their shape have always stuck with me), especially when they can like dissolve into particles and reform. And I love his relationship with Horus. He's also really smart and can be quite thoughtful and I love how creative he is. Also I love when he gets into Situations. Angsty, whumpy man.

Second place is Horus. I love him so much. He's gorgeous, he's such a fun character, and he's hilarious. And his wings are so gorgeous T-T He and Seth are so cute and I go feral whenever I see them.

I like most of the cast, though.

10. How do you think ENNEAD will end?

I don't have good luck with guessing what Mojito will do intentionally, so take this with a lot of grains of salt lol I do have some luck doing it unintentionally when I write things into fics with like, "This would be cool if it happened", and then it kind of does lol And I do have some luck guessing what she won't do, so. Anywho.

We know Horuseth is the endgame ship, so they'll end up together. I assume they'll rule Egypt together in some fashion or, worst case, go off into the sunset together. Seth will fully get his powers back and the curse will be resolved. I imagine whatever's going on with Hathor's mirror will also be resolved (I think Nephthys was split into two people, and she'll be recombined and get all her memories back, and I think Hathor did it to take revenge for Ra). I'm still on the fence for whether Horus will actually "ascend" properly or not, or what that'll look like. He's kind of a strange demigod (Nut calls him the "link between the gods and humankind" (S02E44)), so I wonder if he won't actually ascend/he already has. But his ascension might also just be different than other gods, at which point I think Isis will step aside and let him rule fully on his own, with her help as needed. He doesn't marry Hathor. She gets booted out of Heliopolis. I also don't personally think he's going to lose his memory. He could, but on top of the circumstances around the whole "ascension involves memory loss" thing being still kind of unclear and questionable, he's a special kind of demigod/god, and his power involves knowing things. I think he'll be fine.

I assume Osiris will be defeated in Duat in some fashion (possibly by Seth, Horus, Anubis, and maybe FG) and just be stuck down there, stewing (Mojito likes sticking to the original mythology in a lot of ways, and I don't think she'd like... perma-dissolve Osiris of all people), and he and Anubis will be on more of a balanced power stance, and just sort of share a power domain. I feel like part of ENNEAD's conclusion will involve Anubis leaving his control and just coming into his own power entirely. And he gets his memories of Seth back to some degree.

I assume FG will head home after/around when we learn his name and the Egyptians will be like "huh, well idk who that was, but whatever, I guess we'll keep an eye on [FG's home country], though." Which... if it's Greece or Rome... -cringes a little-

I also hope that Anubis will have a heavily implied partner of some kind. It's not gonna be Seth, and I don't really think it'll be Khnum, much as I love that ship (though I'm rooting for it fully and he's as likely as anyone), but it could be Isis, too. Mojito did do some Anubis/Isis art years ago. I just want him to not be so alone.

I think Isis, Seth, and Nephthys will reconcile to some degree. I don't know that they'll be very close, but I think they will be on speaking terms, though I honestly think Seth and Nephthys are the least likely of the group for this to happen with. It depends on whatever is actually happening with the mirror. Seth and Isis are already on the path to reconciliation. Nephthys is the only actually sort of static one.

If anyone would like to ask more questions, here's the meme again :D

(If this is for the fanfiction author ask me meme I linked, I can answer that one, too! I just didn't know which meme it was, and assumed based on context it was the ENNEAD one)

[whump-me]

Obscure: Chapter 10

Chapter 10 of Obscure, novel-length interrogation whump about a rebel leader who can erase memories with a thought, an interrogator who can see inside his subjects’ minds… and the connection they share that neither of them suspects.

Masterpost | the Mind Games universe | Read the completed novel on Patreon

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Kirill

Ramachandra’s office was a stark, cold room, with everything in shades of white and silver. There wasn’t a personal item in sight. Kirill shivered through his thick shirt. Headquarters was on the cool side to begin with, and Ramachandra seemed to keep her office a full ten degrees cooler than the hallway outside.

The room smelled clean, a light lemon scent like dish soap. There was no personality in that smell. It made Kirill think of suds and scouring brushes, stains scrubbed away, a surface returned to a pristine and anonymous state.

In all his years with PERI, Kirill had only set foot in Ramachandra’s office a handful of times. During his training, when Ramachandra needed to speak with him directly, she had come to him instead of the other way around. And that didn’t happen often. Ramachandra preferred to hand over the everyday tasks of caring for her charges to her subordinates.

Once Kirill was a full-fledged operative, they had conducted most of their business over the phone or through secure messaging. Kirill preferred it that way.

Ramachandra was as blank a slate as the room, as pristine, as anonymous. Her white shirt and black pants were a timeless professional look that seemed untouched by decades of fashion trends. Her face was ageless, with only the faintest hint of crow’s feet around her eyes. It hadn’t changed since the day they had met.

She gave him nothing to reflect. He couldn’t be what she wanted, because he didn’t know what she wanted. She had always seemed to him like a creature who was above such mortal things as wanting.

He could only be what she needed. And the fact that he had been summoned told him he had failed at that.

“I’d like an explanation for this,” she said, laying her tablet on the desk. Her voice was as crisp and even as the artificial voice on his navigation app. He wondered, not for the first time, if there was flesh or machinery under her skin.

She turned the tablet around to face him. It was a transcript of his latest interrogation session with Elias. Incomplete, of course. There wasn’t a technology on earth that could transcribe a subject’s memories. Those, the most important part of any interrogation, lived in Kirill’s head alone.

“The explanation is right there.” He tapped on the relevant line in the transcript. “I got more than I expected from his memories.”

“Not as much as you asked for,” said Ramachandra. She didn’t blink.

Kirill had trained himself to meet that unblinking gaze, but now he looked away despite himself. He was out of practice. “Interrogations always take time.”

“Normally, you have your information inside of a day.”

“Normally, I’m looking for a single piece of information. This case is more complex.”

“I read your notes.” Ramachandra’s tone said she wasn’t impressed. “What you’ve provided us so far is incomplete. It will require a lot of legwork.”

“The names of his contacts weren’t enough for you?”

“Two of them were apparently aliases—they don’t exist. We’ve tracked down the others. You are to be congratulated for that.”

Interesting choice of phrase, that. Heaven forbid she be the one to congratulate him. She would rather push it off on some hypothetical third party. One capable of feeling pride in his accomplishments.

“The locations give us very little to go on,” she continued. “Getting addresses would save us quite a bit of time. He could still give us those, if provided with the proper incentive.”

“The emotional trigger of his son is still potent. It makes little sense to waste it. I want to get as much out of that trigger as I can. After that, if it becomes necessary, we can move on.”

“You requested that the prisoner’s son be brought here because working with his memories was too slow,” said Ramachandra. She tapped and swiped until a different file opened—the memo he had sent asking the operative in question to be recalled. “I can read you back your own words, if you like.”

“That was before I knew how potent the emotional trigger was.”

“It was also when you had spent less time with him.” She tapped and swiped, and opened another file. A different transcript. The one where Kirill had let Elias ask his question. Stupid of him, in retrospect. It seemed doubly stupid now.

“I thought I could learn something about the prisoner,” Kirill said. In the absence of a clue about what she wanted him to be, he mirrored back her own lack of emotion to her. “Memories are a personal thing. So when you’re working with someone’s memory, you need to get personal yourself. It’s not an assembly line. Some amount of give and take is required.”

“In this conversation, it seems you gave more than you took.”

“Read it again. I gave him nothing.”

“Why did you change your mind between sending the memo and now?” She looked up from the tablet to meet his eyes. Holding her gaze had always felt to him like staring into the eyes of a painted portrait. There seemed to be life there, at first, but look long enough and you would realize there was nothing looking back at you.

“I realized I was being impatient,” said Kirill. “This is a complex case, as I said. Some patience will be required, like it or not.” This time, he didn’t look away.

“Some urgency is warranted,” said Ramachandra. “We don’t know how long it will take his network to figure out something is wrong, or what they’ll do once they realize he’s disappeared. We don’t know what failsafes he’s put into place. His people could have already begun going to ground.”

“And we don’t know how much information we could miss if we rush things,” said Kirill. “Thorough is more important than fast. His son is the biggest gun we have. It’s smart not to use it yet. We use what’s working until it stops working. Then we move on to the more powerful weapons.” His voice was steady and utterly confident. He knew what he was doing—as she well she knew. She had overseen his training.

“But the urgency here does require some speed,” she said. “My superiors have made their wishes clear. We need results more quickly.”

“You have results. Get started on that legwork. By the time you find the locations, I’ll have more for you. If you wanted someone who could scrape the information from someone’s mind instantly, you shouldn’t have recycled that batch of telepathic experiments I heard about.”

She still didn’t blink. “Those experiments were a rumor. One of many that float around these halls. And even if they had been more than a rumor, they would have been destroyed for a good reason. Most experiments bred to increase the potency of an ability have a certain level of… volatility… that increases along with their abilities. But I prefer not to entertain rumors.”

“And I prefer not hearing rumors,” said Kirill. “But you asked me to come back here.”

Ramachandra opened the original transcript again. “The prisoner’s reactions show that this approach is likely to work on him. And the son is here and waiting. Put them in the same room together. Get me that information—something verbal, something I can put in a transcript. Get it before Elias’s associates go too deeply into hiding for us to ever track them down.”

“If torture is what you want, why come to me in the first place? Any musclebound brute can do what you’re asking for.”

“But no one else would have been able to zero in on what meant the most to him. Your powers served us well, Kirill. Now it’s time for a different phase in the interrogation. Would you like us to reassign him so you can put your abilities to better use elsewhere?”

Kirill hadn’t expected that question. Here was his chance. If he said yes, he could move on. Away from headquarters and onto a flight to wherever they needed him next.

“What I want,” said Kirill, “is the freedom to conduct my interrogation the way I see fit. As you promised me when I became a full operative.”

Ramachandra’s eyebrows twitched upward. That might have been the most emotion she had ever seen on her face. He couldn’t blame her. He was surprised at his own words.

She had handed him the chance to be rid of this prisoner, to escape the hallways of headquarters with the lights that hurt his eyes and the cold hallways that made his skin itch. To stop inhaling the faint, indefinable smell on the air that brought him back to those days after he had taken PERI’s offer—the first truly clear days in his memory.

He could have told himself it was because he had smelled a test in her words. He knew better. Maybe it had been a test, but if he could have been completely certain the offer was genuine, his answer would have been the same.

“This will all go into your file,” said Ramachandra, her eyebrows returning to their position. “Along with your reluctance to work on this case initially—and on similar cases over the years.”

So they were back to this again. “If you have something to say, you should say it outright.”

“You’re right,” she said, which he hadn’t expected. “It’s past time for my concerns to be out in the open. I suspect you have some remaining sympathies for your fellow Enhanced. I believe it’s the reason behind your reluctance to work inside headquarters, and to interrogate Enhanced prisoners.”

“You should know better. If I believed in some kind of Enhanced solidarity, I would never have joined PERI.”

“The way you were raised—”

“I was raised to be a loyal PERI operative, starting from the age of sixteen. The way I see it, my life began when I walked through those doors.”

“Then prove it,” said Ramachandra. “Show some cooperation when it comes to Enhanced cases. Starting with this one.”

Heat rose along Kirill’s spine. At first, he didn’t recognize his anger for what it was. When he did, he met it with faint surprise. In this office, in front of emotionless Ramachandra, he hadn’t known it was possible for him to feel anything.

“You can’t see what I see when I’m with an interrogation subject,” he said. “Most of my work happens inside my head. You can’t put it on your transcript. It’s always been that way. Your only option is to trust me. And that’s been good enough for you until now.”

“It’s been sufficient,” Ramachandra said. “But there have been problems. Your recalcitrance when it comes to any assignments having to do with PERI and the Enhanced has not gone unnoticed.”

“This is the wrong move. If I follow through on this threat too early, he’ll give me the most important pieces of information, but that’s all we’ll get from him. I could miss out on a wealth of information we could have squeezed from him if I had gone more slowly.”

“And if you don’t do it, you risk losing his contacts because you were too slow.”

“Are you going to order me to do this?” Kirill asked. “To go against my instincts—the instincts you always trusted before—even though it will risk not getting what you want from the prisoner?” There was that anger again. More anger than this room should have been able to hold. More than Kirill should have been able to hold in the presence of someone who didn’t feel anything.

Ramachandra regarded him for a long moment. She looked at him like he was a container of old food pulled out of the fridge, and she was trying to decide whether he had gone bad. He let her impassive, evaluating gaze move over him. He was used to it. He didn’t look away.

“Not yet,” she said at last. “But this conversation will be recorded in your file. And if it turns out we lose the network because of the choice you made, we will come back to this conversation.”

No anger in her voice. Not even the reproach the content of her words suggested. Only an endless chrome smoothness with nothing to latch onto.

“I’m not following through on the threat now,” said Kirill, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to. Keep the prisoner’s son here in headquarters.”

“We need faster results,” she said. “My superiors won’t budge on that, and neither will I. No matter what your methods.”

Kirill gave a single nod. “I’ll push harder.” A pause. “You’ll see that I have no sympathy for him.”

“I hope so,” she said in that same colorless voice.

He sat until she nodded silently at the door behind him. He stood and turned, relief flowing through him—another emotion this room shouldn’t have allowed. The anger was still there underneath, too, simmering.

Maybe, if he pushed harder, he could get everything he needed from Elias’s memory after all, whatever he had told Elias. He doubted it. But he hoped so.

He told himself he wanted that outcome because he didn’t like to get his hands dirty. That was true. But there was something else underneath, squirming uneasily in his stomach. Something he didn’t know how to name except that it wasn’t the sympathy Ramachandra thought it was.

She was wrong about him. Even so, he understood he had to keep this feeling concealed from her at all costs. Because if she was going to give him nothing to reflect back at her, then he had to reflect just that: nothing. No feelings whatsoever. But that wasn’t the only reason.

He didn’t want to understand more about what he was feeling. If he thought about it enough to understand, he might uncover something worse than simple sympathy. He didn’t know what, but he felt a queasy prickle of foreboding. It felt like the deep unease that rolled through him whenever he saw the faceless boy in Elias’s mind. Whenever he woke from dreams of people without faces.

Had he had those dreams before he started this interrogation? He couldn’t remember. But ever since he had gotten his first glimpse inside Elias’s mind, he had them every night.

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Tagged: @cakeinthevoid @suspicious-whumping-egg

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello!! I saw you were doing match ups and that's so cool! I was hoping to participate if that's okay! Could I possibly get both male and female matchup? No poly please !

I'm nonbinary but i am physically fem, 5'5, with a bright red mullet that's like sorta grown out? Soft looking. My fashion sense tends to vary depending on my mood. Goth one day, cottagecore the next type of thing. One thing that's always a constant is my spiky earrings, kinda like the Fangs preset from the game! Necklace and my two bracelets. If I ever take them off I feel disgusting and off

Positive personality traits wise, I'm caring and selfless. I tend to be pretty cheerful and optimistic, goofing off. I think I'm smart? The most basic things tend to confuse me but then I'll bust out some complex knowledge lmao. I'm pretty creative too! I create stuff out of basically trash lol. I made a whole shield and sword sheath from recycled cardboard once.

Negative traits wise, I'm overly selfless, tending to put others before me. I'm very forgetful but thats cause of adhd. I can be messy and far too loud. Oblivious to a lot of things. I'm a big scaredy cat too which makes it hard to enjoy some stuff. I also tend to hide my negative emotions

My love language is definitely quality time and gift giving. Heavy on gift giving.

I have all kinds of hobbies but I'm not particularly good at any of them. Like video games, writing, arts and crafts, painting. And active stuff too like skateboarding. But uh. To be completely honest my main hobby is just sleeping forever lmfao

Likes: savory foods, coffee, aesthetic stuff, all kinds of animals, dressing up, reading, anything adrenaline inducing like rollercoasters, rainstorms

Dislikes: i cant eat any kind of fish/seafood I will gag, spiders, snakes, being vulnerable, people being mean (I seriously don't understand how people can be mean), the dark especially if I'm alone

Thank you so much! I hope that wasn't too much- or that I missed any requirements lol. Have a great week!!

A/N: Okay, for you @lord-westley … I’m thinking for romantic matchups your best bets would be… Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female)! 

Gale is a great match for you, as he’s quite similar personality wise. He’s kind and selfless; smart but also somehow clueless? He’s got a good spirit, and an old soul. He wants someone he can share his life with, and thinks you’re just the person to do that with. 

He thinks you look fierce, for real, he’s almost intimidated by how good you look, especially your hair. It’s bright and bold and something he’d never have the courage to try. It suits you, and it makes him feel all the more special for being with you. 

His style is fairly consistent, and he’s not the most fashion savvy, but he does appreciate a good look when he sees one. Be prepared for a bunch of horrible puns, and awkward attempts at flirtatious compliments. He wants to tell you how much he loves your look, it’s just that it comes off wrong more often than not. Please don’t be mistaken- he really does think you look great. It’s just that loving words aren't his strong suit. 

He loves how caring and selfless you are. He quite admires your capacity for compassion. He likes to think of himself as selfless, but he’s also aware that’s not the truth. But for you, it is. And he’s so honored someone as pure and kind hearted as you would choose him as your partner. 

He’s also very grateful you’re smart. At least, that you’re smart enough to sort of get some of what he says about magic. He has a tendency to infodump, and he really likes it when you make comments or ask questions that let him know you’re listening. And your creativity, good heavens! He’s so impressed. He thought as a wizard, he’d be able to think outside of the box, but his imagination is no match for yours. Thanks to your builds and use of garbage, he’s starting to rethink the way he goes about spell casting and brewing potions. Your perspectives are actually helping make him a better wizard. 

He does worry that you’re too selfless, though. He’s been used by powerful beings before, and he’d hate to see you get hurt similarly. If he thinks someone is taking advantage of your kindness, he won’t hesitate to bring it up to you. He just wants you to know your time and effort has value, and it should never be taken for granted. 

He’s understanding when it comes to your fear. He thinks it's rather healthy to be afraid, especially of death. It shows you have a lust and respect for life. He’s glad you understand the enormity of what it means to live, because he wants you to protect your life so that the two of you can grow old and gray together. 

He will give you gifts! A lot of them are favors done via spells, but a good amount of them are physical presents. (Many of which may have previously been magic items that have since had their magic drained, but hey! It’s the thought that counts, right?!)

He loves savory foods! He can’t wait to show you his extensive wine cellar and kitchen in his tower in Waterdeep, and feed you his especially _ sauce. It’s full of flavor, it’ll knock your socks right off! 

He may not be a huge fan of adrenaline inducing activities: he much prefers the safe mental exercise of a good book. But he will join you on occasion, so long as you promise him it’s mostly safe. (He may or may not ask Shadowheart to cast Guidance on the two of you before you leave, but then again, he’s just covering his bases!)

Thanks to his arcane knowledge, you’ll never be in the dark. He can conjure light to ensure you’re not afraid. And he vows to always be by your side, so long as you’ll have him, protecting you, just as you protect him. 

Karlach is also a great match for you! She’s a very upbeat person, and she loves your loud and creative energy, it makes her feel like you can keep up with her and match her own outgoing personality. 

She loves your style, especially the bright red hair. That is her color after all. And she’s obsessed with all the new looks you combine and create. Everyday she’s basically shouting at the other members of your party, ‘Come look at how hot/cute my partner looks!’. It’s a bit over the top and embarrassing at first, but she means it in the best, most sincere way. If you ask her to stop, she’ll stop. But otherwise, be prepared for compliments, like ALL of the time. 

She loves goofing off with you, pulling pranks and just having a little fun in between missions. She’s a firm believer in taking breaks- it keeps you sane. She’s fairly intelligent too, I mean, she’s not a scholar or anything, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders and so do you. 

She thinks it’s incredible how you can make something totally new out of garbage, or old unwanted scraps. It’s both your resourcefulness and creativity she finds impressive. 

She has no problems with your being messy or loud, even if other people might. If they have an issue with it, she’ll join in, and make it a point to be messier and louder than you. And if anyone still has a problem, she’ll take care of it for you. She’s a big strong woman, and she understands how scary confirmation can be. She does her best to make the world around you a little less frightening. 

Kalrach strikes me as someone who would enjoy doing almost any hobby outside of being forced to fight. I mean, she also really loves a good battle, but she’s down for basically whatever. She’s so ready to try everything- to make up for all the time she missed down in Avernus. She’ll do anything or go anywhere with you. She’s especially excited for any adrenaline inducing activities. As a Barbarian, she is 100% there. No questions asked. Also the idea of skateboarding blows her mind. (Pretty sure that doesn’t exactly translate to DND, but if there was anyway in Faerun willing to ride a board with little wheels up and down steep hills or ramps, she’d be your girl.) 

Even though she’s adventurous, she’s also cool with just chilling- taking some time to enjoy your company. She thinks you’re adorable when you sleep, and can’t help but want to take naps with you, so long as her engine is fixed enough, and you don’t mind being warm. 

She’s fine with you not eating seafood, it’s not that big of a deal to her. You like what you like, right? And she gets that spiders can be pretty creepy- especially the ones in the Underdark. She promises to never make you visit there, and should any of those creatures try and get you topside, don’t worry, she won't let them lay a hand on you. 

Despite being a fierce fighter, she’s got a heart of gold. She hates bullies, and people who abuse others. She knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that, and it feels awful. She’d never want you to feel that way. So gods help anyone in Baldur’s Gate who tries and bullies you for whatever reason. They’ve just got themselves a _ tiefling to answer to. 

Karalch thinks you’re wonderful, and so sweet. You’re precious to her and she promises to protect you. You make her so happy. She’s so glad she’s met you. 

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Modern/College AU HC's! (Twins edition)

Nai/Knives Saverem

I plan on writing a small drabble on Rem's backstory and how she met&adopted the twins so I don't wanna spoil too much but as I mentioned, she worked as a biologist, made plenty of discoveries but then later on started focusing on rheumatology after taking the twins in. She found out after she adopted them that they both have a rare disease that barely any doctor was willing to work with, let alone give them some kind of treatment. Thankfully, Knives spent most of his life in remission, and when his symptoms did show, it was nowhere near like Vash. Vash's longest remission lasted for around 2 years. Since doctors didn't know what illness he had at first, they just stuffed him with random drugs that ended up causing other problems and illnesses in his body. I can go more into detail about the illnesses they have, but... maybe another time.

Due to all this, Knives takes meticulous care of his body. Goes to the gym regularly, makes sure to eat enough calories every day, takes supplements if needed, and has an extensive skincare routine. He has his sweet cravings, but he never indulges in them. 'Cheat days'? Never heard of them. Alcohol? He'd rather drink poison. I mean to him, it's the same.

Everyone thinks that the nickname 'Knives' came from Wolfwood, who kept calling him that because of his incredible cooking skills. In reality, it's because Knives had an affinity towards 'pretty' knives since he was a kid. A black higonokami and a trapper are his favorite possessions at the moment.

To add to the previous hc, Knives wanted to play darts so badly as a kid. He thought it would make him look cool, but Rem refused to buy him the game. So he just started throwing knives at the wall until she caved in and finally bought him the game so he'd stop making holes in her walls because she loved him. He loves playing 301 because he gets to show off how precise he can be.

Knives and Vash's shared apartment is big, but definitely not big enough to fit a grand piano, and it irks him. He bought an electric piano, but he absolutely despises it. It sounds too soulless, too shallow for him.

Cat dad? More like plant dad. That man has an insane amount of cacti in his room, their entire apartment is filled to the brim with all kinds of greenery Vash could rarely go outside as a kid due to him constantly going from hospital to hospital so plants and nature calm him down, he loves being surrounded by flowers but you can only find the cacti in his room, no other plant. Except... a singular Adam and Eve orchid next to his bed.

Surprisingly, Knives does enjoy video games. In fact, he was the one who first started playing them and got Vash into them. Anything with deep, unique plots and lots and lots of world building will have him drooling. Avid player of FF14 and a huge Zenos fan and defender. As for his favorite game, without a doubt, it's 'The Last Guardian' but he'll never admit it if you ask him.

Out of the entire friend group, the only person he actually likes is Milly, surprisingly. He knew her prior to finding out she's a part of Vash's friend group. They often went to the gym around the same times and left around the same times. It started with Milly trying to talk to him, but he'd never pay her any heed. But she continued. Hours upon hours. Every day. After some time, he finally started giving in, nodding and agreeing with what she's saying. Until they eventually started making actual conversations, giving each other tips, exchanging their favorite protein bars and their drinks. Vash was presently surprised by their friendship.

He enjoys sketching. Never actually making full-fledged art but just sketching either some type of scenery that left an impression on him or practicing dynamic poses he sees online or in fashion magazines. When he gets frustrated with his piano because it just 'doesn't sound right,' he'll plop down on hus bed, get himself a notebook, and start sketching until he gets bored of it. He wouldn't classify it as a hobby since he doesn't do it as often, but if he wanted to, he could definitely make some beautiful pieces of art.

Vash The Stampede

Plant dad #2 except he SUCKS. He has so many plants, sometimes when he's caught up with things he will completely forget to water them. He'll only notice when they wilt and he'll spend hours crying over it and feeling bad No, Knives isn't holding his laugh back when this happens, its just the allergies messing with him, he's just coughing.

Despite being incredibly ill, drumroll please... Vash has no allergies! He does have food restrictions, but hey, at least he can eat peanut butter!

Unlike his dear brother, he doesn't really watch after himself that well. Sure, he goes out on walks and spends an hour or two at the gym but dieting? Hell no, he's eating whatever he can, whenever he can.

Also, that man is as clumsy as it can get. He could be walking on a completely flat surface, and he'll still find a way to fall and hurt something.

Y'know how some people can tell when its gonna rain due to their joints hurting? Vash. Just... Vash. Everytime. But hey, at least everyone has their umbrellas always ready!

Like I mentioned with Knives, Vash loves video games! Simulators, RPG-s, point-and-click horror, anything! His favorite would definitely have to be 'Ori and the Will of the Wisps'. Loves the way it looks, and he always, and I mean always, cries when he sees Shrieks' backstory. The ending, too, makes him cry.

Also unlike Knives, he absolutely loves the multiplayer part of FF14. He'll spend hours of talking with people, making friends and just doing dumb shit.

Can't read notes for shit but will somehow make the most heart-wrenching tunes known to man when he gets ahold of his brothers piano. Knives will just stare at him, mouth agape, lowkey jealous...

Has plenty of cheesy, donut themed stuff around the house. Earrings, rings, cups with lil donuts on them, plates in the shape of a donut, shirts with donut puns, everything! This is due to Knives finally snapping and telling him to stop eating so much sugar every day. He is now allowed only 4 donuts per week.

He tends to get overwhelmed by beautiful scenery to the point of tears. Rem took them to a nearby forest once, near a stream during spring when flowers were in full bloom, and Vash ended up breaking down into tears because it was so beautiful to him.

Despite what Knives thinks, Vash doesn't always drink when he goes out. He does get drunk from time to time, but the cause of his clothes always smelling like alcohol is from constantly being on the dancefloor and bumping into people

Barely anyone knows about his condition, actually. He begged his professors not to tell anyone when he brought in the papers for the first time. As for his constant hospital visits, he'll just say he's 'unlucky' and got sick again, same goes for when he's gone for a couple of days/weeks.

That's it for now I think. If anyone has any questions or wants me to elaborate, I would absolutely love to do so🫡

[prospectivehero]

When Tara was first introduced. She seemed a victim of other villains, though Raven could sense something was off, just as she did in the 03 cartoon. Then it was revealed to the audience that she was working for Deathstroke and everything up to that point was a setup by him to get her to infiltrate them. There was at least one foreshadowing of her final fate, where she buried herself in mud to escape a fire, and felt so good being buried in the coolness of it. Wolfman and Perez intended for all the hate for Tara's situation to fall on her. They were positively shocked when fans blamed Slade instead of her, and rightfully identified him as a pedophile (the term "groomer" was not yet in fashion, but the concept was certainly expressed.) During the crossover with Batman and the Outsiders, where she teams with her half brother Geo Force, the writer of that title, Mike W Barr, put a sympathetic thought in her head, as in her not wanting Geo Force to share the Titans fate. Even this was too much for Wolfman, who then put more anti-Geo Force text into her narrative in the final issues, and the crossover is left out of all trade paperbacks. The final issues are, as you noted, filled with the "you're supposed to hate her, not him" subtext. Which almost no one buys into, except those who love her AS a villain. Which was also not what W/P wanted. Finally, as you note, every subsequent version of the character has been more sympathetic, starting with the 1990s/early 00s version of Terra (coloquially known as Terra II), whom Wolfman created under editorial duress (this is "my" version of the character in terms of fandom, I'm very biased). Then there was the New 52 version of the character, who together with Beast Boy escaped a superpowered prison camp and were actually in a relationship together, and then there is the Rebirth version, who was still villainous but never died, and at least some of the blame is attributed to Slade. There is also a multiverse story called Teen Titans: Earth One, in which she is not a traitor and is in a relationship with Cyborg. As for Jericho, I can only say that he was primarily created by Perez, and it shows.

Thank you so much for filling in those gaps and giving background. It's so nice to have the context.

I don't have enough context for Wolfman or Peréz's personalities. Maybe I should look more into Pérez's work.

[jisungshotfirst]

I saw someone on tiktok make a list of stuff they love about each vity member and was like omg I wanna do that so here we go

seri -> I loveeee that he is so willing to involve himself in things whether that's cutely whining to be included or just inserting himself into the conversation. He's not shy or embarrassed about asking for attention and all the members indulge him so well :'(

allen -> I Love how serious and genuine he is that boy literally can't say anything he doesn't mean it's precious. when he responds to jokes with a seriousness that just completely changes the mood or he turns it into some lame motivational message... it's so wonderful

jungmo -> his self confidence is literally unshakeable it's so impressive and nice to see. mans can spend a whole day being the butt of jokes and entertain vity and us so much for it and then still have the assurance that he's loved and his presence is loved. he knows seongmin will ask to eat dinner with him and that the members will fight over being his hotel roommate and that he can be the lamest guy on the planet and we love him for it and he's RIGHT

woobin -> he's so ANNOYING nfndndn he's such a bother in all the cutest ways. His affection is so obnoxious and loud and it's so unique and charming. And his care for the members comes from this place of deep responsibility and confidence in what he's good at. When wonjin was cooking for himself and woobin was like .. why would you need to do that when you have me ... :'( also this is not about physical appearance but he's the most beautiful person in the world it's just a fact

wonjin -> I love his seriousness and sensitivity that exists so obviously right next to his humour and silliness like he knows one doesn't diminish the other. He's just a funny guy and an emotional one too<3 and every day I love seeing his confidence in himself grow and grow :'(

minhee -> he's just so unapologetically mini dhdjd he truly does not think about what others might think about stuff he just does his thing and takes his naps on any surface he can find. I love how the members take care of him so well and let him exist as he is. And he loves them as they are in return

hyeongjun -> I love his dedication to his work and it makes me so proud. He treats it so seriously and works so hard at every aspect of the job. He knows how the industry works and he knows how to act it and none of it feels ingenuine because he also shares his thoughtful sides and his introverted sides he just has all of it balanced so well. he's so incredibly smart and makes it all look easy but I know it's not and I'm so proud of him :'(

taeyoung -> he's so cute :(( he's so baby :( he has this persona as a cool guy and has his indie music taste (he has introduced me to so many songs I love him for that<3) and cool fashion and cool friends and all of that is true but he is also the cutest maknae ever and so cute and whines about not getting enough attention and he looks at the members with the cutest biggest heart eyes and laughs at everything they say :'(

seongmin -> i love his confidence in his personality and independence, I love that he does what he wants and isn't shy about it whether that's eating on his own or going out on his own or making jokes that are just for him and not minding who else gets it. And I love that he (sometimes) lets vity baby him coz I am right there squishing his cheeks too

[poda-venna]

Headcanons: Team Psykick

I find the team very underrated and it appears to be the least appreciated out of all the major teams in the series. Potentially, I was able to create a couple of headcanons for them and yes, they deserve some!

→ Meeting and team formation

The Psykicks met four years before the cyber incident. Kane was on a trip to Tokyo, and met Salima in the park where she was Beyblading with some bladers. Kane challenged her for a battle, and it ended in a tie. They become friends.

Kane had already known Jim by that time. He met him in a similar fashion, but with science and mechanics involved in it. They both are the brainy brats of the soon to be formed team, and discussed long about repairing beyblades and so on.

Salima and Kane together met Goki the next day in the same place in the same way. Kane introduced Jim to them and that's how they decided to form a Beyblading team with the four. Despite living in different regions in and across Japan, every year they meet to travel.

→ Post-cyber incident

They wanted to embark on a new journey since the battle tower incident altered a small part in their peaceful life. They'd want to start everything afresh and forget the bad things. However, Kane suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and couldn't get over the misery by the time world championships ended. He felt that he didn't deserve his teammates. He didn't get enough opportunities to excel in Beyblading that particular year and went on a couple of counselling sessions to the psychiatrist dealing with his case.

Jim felt incredibly ridiculed and lost his hope. He is considered to be the weakest by none other than himself. Goki is the most sane about it and Salima is the comforting hen. Yet, she is feeling very bad for them, especially for Kane. She never thought that a mentally strong person like Kane is feeling extremely down.

Nevertheless, they get over their misery soon enough.

→ Personal space

Goki and Kane often take the responsibility to take the lead, especially the latter but Goki tends to guide him during certain occasions. Jim is the youngest and he needs to be taken care of for most of the time. Salima is the one who often acts like the mother Hen to the team and controls them whenever fights and arguments ensue. However, Kane also takes turns to stop such things.

Goki and Jim are often together, and similarly the case for Kane with Salima. Goki and Jim gel well with each other and they often beybattle. However, Jim ends up losing most of the time but he is not angry with him every time. They are cool and fun bros.

Kane and Salima share common grounds, loyal and have immense trust on each other. Overall they have a mutually healthy and good relationship. He taught her to not worry about winning or losing, but just enjoy battling. She has feelings for him and loves his company. She is emotionally dependent on him and often finds him her comfort person.

They have a relationship which is a bit above friendship, marking the possibility of them getting romantic overtime.

Goki and Jim quarrel during some occasions, and it becomes a hard time for the other two. Regardless, they remain

→ Travels

All the four contribute an equal amount of shares but however, Kane often takes the responsibility for bookings - be it train tickets, flight tickets, bus tickets, cabs, rooms, dorms, tables, etc. Jim looks for points of interest. Goki and even Kane do both. Salima doesn't contribute much in this but invests her time on shopping complexes during their tours.

Jim has the lightest baggage, whereas it is heavier for Salima and Goki. Kane stays in the neutral good.

They book two rooms - one for the guys and one for Salima. However, Kane sometimes stays with Salima and she doesn't mind it either.

Jim loves to click photos of everything and literally everywhere they go, he doesn't get satisfied without this hobby. Kane is more invested in the informational aspect and he loves museums the most. He won't leave the place without gaining knowledge. Jim loves the same too but sometimes, he likes places associated with sceneries (for photos and shit). Goki doesn't have specific preferences. Salima likes botanical gardens, coffee and tea estates, and places with street shops and others.

Salima often cooks if they are staying in tents or cottages. Goki helps her at times.

During their travels, they encounter several beybladers. Kane usually fights them and Jim analyses the battles. The others fight when they feel like.

Kane maintains a book to record all their travelling days. Sometimes, Salima wants to sneak into it but Kane doesn't allow that, as it's his personal diary.