#Origami Ice Cream Box

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Origami Ice Cream Box Mastery | DIY Ice Cream Gift Box | Gift Box Idea |...

[dayasusays]

“paper roses” partly 18+

jason todd x fem!reader

words : 803

tw / cw : partly sexual content (the beginning is fluff :3), fluff, college memories and stuff, public sex (well the empty road?) on the bike

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kissing at sunset and putting you on his bike, wasn't exactly what jason had expected from tonight's date.

but it's not a bad thing, of course; it's the most romantic thing he's ever done, and most importantly, it was with you. his only one he kisses and burrows his nose into your neck, reminding you of the ice cream that's almost melted. and you just wave it off, because kissing todd was so much more exciting and delicious.

he grins against your neck and leaves a light kiss there, lifting your head and pulling you into another kiss.

jason doesn't know when it started at all; one moment you were friends in college, the next he's standing on your doorstep three years later holding a bouquet. a homemade origami bouquet.

jason looks at himself and thinks he looks stupid. with that homemade bouquet of paper roses and a box of homemade crooked cookies.

sure, he could have bought you a huge real bouquet. sure, he could have bought you the most delicious chocolate like he's supposed to, but todd was sure as hell that every guy could get you that and he wanted to distinguish himself, to be remembered. so he made the same sloppy paper roses he used to give you when you were seventeen.

before, when you were friends, he couldn't give you a single flower; now he could buy you a whole bunch, but he thought paper roses were symbolic.

and jason wasn't wrong, gosh, the way your eyes glistened with such attention to your shared history.

one moment you're sharing a single pizza bought with your last money, the next he's making out with you, the girl of his dreams, who's sitting on his damn bike and laughing stupidly at his teasing.

"i love you," you whisper against his lips and he's so happy that you can't feel the strong goosebumps on his back under his leather jacket.

"me too," todd leans over and leaves a light kiss on your lips, "next time i'll buy you a huge bouquet of real flowers. will a hundred roses be enough? or do you need a thousand?"

"come on," you playfully push him away, "one is enough. just another paper one."

jason just laughs back, resting his forehead on your shoulder and smiling.

"i'm just a couple short of a hundred," you smile proudly as he lifts his head from your shoulder and looks genuinely surprised, "yes, jay, i kept them. i have a whole collection..."

"i'm more surprised that you've been counting them, gorgeous," todd says sarcastically as you roll your eyes, "don’t tell me you keep them under glass in your bedroom..."

you sigh and pull him in for a kiss to shut him up.

the begging of nsfw content !!

jason answers the kiss and rests his palms on your thighs, trying to be even closer; you place your hands on his shoulders and moan softly into the man's lips as his cold palms get under your shirt.

you pull away as he strokes your waist and smiles against your lips, trying to kiss you again.

"nope," you parry, pulling away, "we won't."

"it's almost four in the morning," todd nuzzles your neck and kisses it, "do you see anyone on the road? i don't see anyone either."

"still dangerous."

"do you trust me? after four years of friendship and six months of our relationship?"

"jay," you want to sound stern, but you moan right into his lips when his fingers have already slipped into your underwear, circling your clit with his forefinger.

"you're wet, princess," todd grins, "someone's a bad liar."

you don't even answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer; jason smiles as you snuggle into his shoulder, whimpering quietly over the stimulation. you swear that jason todd will be the death of you, and he swears that you just can't look any better than you do right now.

his forefinger and middle finger clamping down on your clit, making you shiver, and jason smiling proudly. he's flattered by the way you respond to his touch, incredibly flattered by the way you press your breasts against his chest, biting your lip and trying not to moan too loudly.

you don't even remember the moment you cum, your head a jumble of his dirty praise, compliments and kisses, and the next moment you're cradled in his arms, smiling and shivering with orgasm.

"i'll take you home, princess," jason left a kiss on the top of your head and pulled you gently against him, "that was a good date."

"are you staying the night?"

"yeah, and in the morning i'll make you that miserable paper rose."

it's at this moment that jason realizes he's just head over heels in love with you and your reverent love for his paper roses.

ty for reading !! let me know if you liked it 🤍

[tassjis]

A list of objects and technologies created by Myne

The gremlin has been busy. Anything red was created by another, but without Myne creating something else, the creator would not have made it, so Myne's name is not listed as the creator but Myne was the reason it was made. Anything blue was improved upon

VEHICLES

A horse-drawn carriage with suspension

FURNITURE

Spring mattress spring upholstery - Zach

COSMETICS + ACCESSORIES

Rinsham - all-in-one shampoo Hair Ornaments Librarians armband Tote bag - improved

FASHION

Bubble skirts Halter-top dress Tie-dye - previously existed Wax Dyeing Stencil Dyeing Water ripple embroidery

EVENTS

Tasting party Charity Concert Dying competition

TOYS

Karuta Reversi Chess Playing Cards Baby Rattle Educational baby toys - such as shaped blocks and holes implied other toys

FOOD - Ingredients and condiments -

Compote Tanieh Cream Gelatin Gnocchi Gratin Herb Dressing Lage Sauce (Basil Sauce) Mayonnaise Yeast Pasta Ponzu Sauce Pomme sauce Rumptopf Rutreb Jam White sauce

- Savoury -

Capellini Caprese Salad Carbonara Consomme Soup Double Consomme Soup - Leise Crispy-Crispy Launeide and Sujaru Salad (Vegetable Salad) Crun-Crun Ju-Ju Farba (Chicken Salad) Cappellini Fikken - improved Fluffy Bread Sandwich - Improved with fluffy bread Hamburg Steak Lasagne Macaroni Gratin Osso Buco - Later improved by Leise Parue Burger Parue Okonomiyaki Pizza Potatoffel salad Pomme Soup Risotto Steamed Potatoffel Steamed Taschitz (chicken) Quiche French Toast Salted Cucumber imitation

- Sweet -

Bavarois Cookies Langues De Chat Crepe Fallfold Tart - Nicola Ice Cream Mille Crepe Mousse Panna Cotta Paru Cake Pound Cake Pudding Short Cake Tiramisu Tanier Cream/Mont Blanc

TOOLS

Chopsticks Clothes Hanger - improved Hairpin Herbal Candles Crochet hook Hand pump Hide Glue Steamer Precision Knife Roller Starch Glue Metal letter types Round Bell Safety Pin

MACHINES

Waxing Machine Letterpress Machine

PRINTING TYPES

Woodblock printing Stencil printing Letterpress printing

STATIONARY

Clay Tablet Mokkan Faux Papyrus Dipitch Dipitch Stylus Soot pencil Linseed and soot Ink Colour Ink Folders

- Paper -

Plant Paper (Volrin paper) Conjoining Paper (Nenseb paper) Effon (Music) Paper Fireproof Paper (Trombe paper) Rinfin Paper - Illgner Wax paper (Wax/Rinfin paper) Trauperle Paper -Illgner

- Magic Paper -

Enhanced Conjoining paper - Drewanchel Spellcasting Nenseb paper (Nenseb/Trombe with magic circle) Spellcasting effon paper (Effon/Trombe with chant) Maximum Quality Fey Paper (Effon/Trombe/Nenseb) improved by Ferdinand

MAGIC TOOLS

Music Box with Effon paper (technically made by Ehrenfest students) Drivable Highbeast Rainbow Highbeast Stenluke Disappearing Ink Plush Toy with recorded messages Magic tool to send books back to their shelves

MAGIC

Water Gun Copy and Place

KNOWLEDGE

Salting Out Lace knitting Written Calculation Decorative shaped vegetables Origami Introductory system Tickets Red seal Trading Graphs Myne Decimal System Rosemyne Magic Compression Method Female Crest Copyright royalties Questionnaire survey

PRINTED PRODUCTS

Black and white picture Book Children's Bible - Supreme God and the Eternal Five Children's Bible - Spring Subordinates Children's Bible - Summer Subordinates Children's Bible - Autumn Subordinates Children's Bible - Winter Subordinates Story Books Knight's Tale (short stories 1-3) - Compiled and translated Knight's Tale (short stories 4-5) - Compiled and translated Mother's Bedtime Stories Collection Unnamed Operation Grimm Book (Groschel) - Lutz Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 1 - Fran Etiquette and Noble Euphamisms Book 2 - Fran Rozemyne's Recipe collection Knight's stories - Elvira Royal Academy stories - Elvira Royal Academy love stories - Elvira A history of Dunklefelger - Compiled and translated Knight stories Ahrensbach - Compiled Ditter Story - Roderick Royal Academy love stories 2 - Elvira The tale of Fernstine Part 1 - 3 - Elvira Sheet Music Concert programs Accounting report Printed illustrations (created to promote a knight's tale) Ferdinand illustations Cinderella Romance Novel (pornographic smut)

Songs

Tulip Anime Song Song for the concert Movie theme song "Under the chestnut tree" A hymn for Eglantine (requested by Anastasius) A couple classical songs

[moon1ee]

joel and grian in last life, before and after death: a fic

(from the point of view of grian considering joel, cross posted on ao3)

before:

the acidic smell of redstone smarting your nose, the shrill shriek of the other red name in your ear. you're the only ones left at the end of the world. his voice rises and blurs with the whining of the dogs. redstone has climbed its way into your throat and tongue in reverse, from the gut, from the oozing wound in your stomach. it grits your teeth for you, tenses your jaw. rocks turned pebbles turned dust, turned sand, turned ashes. you dig your feet into rock. there is red under your fingernails.

there is red in front of you, and a man like a sick dog. he laughs like an anvil falling, the metallic clang before the crunch of bones. it digs itself in your ears and cocoons there, content even as you aren't. your teeth ache. your fingers skitter around the lever.

a warning call. his name, over and over. let's blow something up together. it might just end your life. the whites of his startled animal eyes flash, the whites of his teeth. paper thin skin, undertones of sickness like crusted blood under fingernails.

your fingers are careful origami cranes, wishbirds crafted out of paper out of sugarcane you cracked someone open over. crack him open and find a wishbone inside like a fish, snap it in half and swallow it too. muscle memory keeps your shadow on the lever. muscle memory keeps just your shadow on the lever.

let's blow something up together. it might just end your life. his whine echoes off the walls of this crater-before-the-crater you've dug, too pitched and not pitched enough. it does not roll up and down as a dune luring a mirage, but cuts off and becomes a jagged cliff face. it grates.

the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. you are part him and part someone else. gestalt says you cannot view anything in isolation. what does that make you?

eighty percent chance the box opens and the cat lays dead, or you cut the noose around the horse's back. you've played with worse odds. too used to testing things to destruction, to carving out room for the shattering of something before its even begun. you hate rot and illness as you seethe over all growing things that live past their time. dragging a corpse facedown in the dirt.

it is his voice that stops you. you're the only ones left at the end of the world.

you tell him, eighty percent chance. he laughs like he believes you.

after:

the bizarre echo of the explosion, leaving confused quiet in its wake, the jingle of an ice cream truck receding. syrupy ghost lollies dripping over your fingers. wide-eyed sticky child, cheeks round in disbelief, looking at the carnage that wasn't.

it tastes like a wither shriek cut short over soul sand, and speaking of there he is again, shattering the sound barrier with his disapointment. there is another taste, almost unrecognizable in its familiarity, burning in your teeth and throat. even as you scramble out and reach for your sap-sticky crossbow you recognize that the livewire for the taste was first the smell, the smattering of gunpowder cracking over sand. your disapointed yell had echoed over the hills then. now you let him do that part for you.

above, the dawn masquerades as dusk. below, you masquerade as the living.

you die with his name lodged in your throat tucked away neatly with not like this.

rising to watch, smoke coalescing, as they take him down in painful, quick hacks as he foams like a diseased dog, barking swallowed by a surprised yelp.

you should've just killed him.

// (if you liked this, you might also enjoy my fic on grian and joel in limited life)

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Miguel o'hara musings

He definitely has adopted spidercat and also has a pet black cat.

When he's free, he plays video games with Lego spiderman and him alone, he cannot tolerate anyone else. Doubles down as therapy session as they talk over discord

He has a specific kind of cereal that he likes, not too hard such that it gets stuck on his fangs and not too soft that it tastes like baby food. He obviously endorses the brand and models for the cereal boxes

He loves his tea time in the morning. If that is disrupted, then you can expect him to be annoyed through the whole day

When he can't sleep at night, he listens to a playlist which has his favorite songs

Not much of a movie watcher but surely reads a romcom here and there. He however folds the edge of the page and keeps it hidden in his office desk

He loves fluffy comfy slippers. Also dark cardigans.

He's miserable at keeping plants alive but his secret project it to some how get his tomato plant to survive

He makes a great burrito bowl and tacos 😩

Loves strawberry ice cream, especially if it has real strawberry bits in it. No one knows about this though except LYLA and she's sworn into secrecy.

His aim is to learn origami but his claws get in the way.

[artsupplies-battle]

Art supplies battle

blood of my enemies VS synthetic voice bank

Glitter gel pen VS mayonnaise

Glass dip pen VS shitty cheap half empty pen

Graphite pencil VS Ribbon tool

Highlighters VS acrylic paints

Camera VS tones

Ballpoint pen VS vocoloid

Kneadable graphite VS watercolor pencil

Charcoal VS paper

Silver wire VS the shitty dried out markers from the artist briefcase

Digital pen VS the kickers brush they made

Nail art brushes VS hair

Glue dibber VS bleach

Blend tool VS found objects

Kneadble eraser VS harmonica

Yarn VS the sharpener on the back of a Crayola crayons 64 box

Water colors VS mouse (computer)

A cats little foot VS knife

Dirt VS Bobby pin

Rocks VS bow rosin

Photoshop VS Bic Atlantis ball point pen

Sketchbook VS knitting needles

Crochet hooks VS cintiq

Oil pastels VS washi tape

Bic mechanical pencil VS uv resin

Crayons VS disk (like a CD)

Sumi brush VS scanner

Ukulele VS rubber (condom)

Bass guitar VS roofei art kit

Waterproof pens VS Wacom drawing tablet

Fluffy watercolor VS gumi

Charcoal VS gold leaf

The notes app VS pencil (not specific)

Fingers VS toothpick

Tipex VS big tubs of paint

That dry pen you have VS processing

Saliva VS melted chocolate ice cream

Sugar VS prismacolor alcohol based markers

Money VS electric guitar

Rubber (eraser) VS kum pencil sharpener

Hatsune miku VS epoxy resin

India ink VS Copic markers

Tattoo machine+ tattoo ink VS MS paint

Lead pencil VS printmaking ink

Needle threader VS flip a clip

Curved needle VS vantablack

Sewing machine VS artists loft dual tip

Blue print VS my tears

Glitter glue VS beads

Ruler VS origami paper/ patterned paper

Prismacolor pencils VS sculpey

Macaroni noodles VS Mr. Super clear matte

Brain VS blood

Sharpie VS bark (wood kind)

Utau/ open utau VS the good pen ™️

Fake blood VS clay

Wooden human model VS fire

Icing bag VS clip studio paint

Posca pens VS cable needle

Fishing line VS ctrl +z

Rattlesnake VS human

ASCII VS 5$ crappy sketchbook

[shmreduplication]

One thing about adhd is that I've become an amateur expert in many topics and the knowledge will never leave me

An incomplete list:

Monkeys/apes/lemurs (but especially orangutans)

Sleep optimization

History and science of ice cream

Origami

Braiding hair and curly hair care

Marvel and DC (real world history of the companies and historical in-universe events [aprox 1980-2015] and the approximate state of things in the comics [2012-15])

And there's a certain sequence of conversation that opens those boxes and gets me monologuing about them, giving waaaaaay more info than anyone wants to know

My most recent ex's favorite thing was watermelon so by osmosis (that's a pun) I've become an amateur expert in watermelon, and I recently found out that a similar sequence of conversation can get me monologuing about it, in a way that seems like I've previously spent significant hobby time researching it

Generally, my love of something closely correlates to my knowledge about it so it feels weird to know this much about my second favorite melon. I know almost nothing about my favorite melon

Is this what those dads who memorized that song from Little Mermaid because their daughters listened to it on repeat feel like?

It's weird. I guess I didn't break up with watermelons

[ultimate-pacifrisk]

Frisk Items List

Loves

001. Oolong Tea

003. Ginger Tea

013. Bunny Apples

017. Gyoza In the Shape of a Face

029. Wearable Blanket

031. Ladybug Brooch

055. Tattered Music Score

079. Three-Layered Lunch Box

091. Space Egg

093. Survival Flag

Likes

002. Boba Tea

006. Ketchup

008. Olive Oil

009. Astro Cake

014. Rock Hard Ice Cream

016. Candy Cigarette

018. Silver Earring

019. Crystal Bangle

020. Striped Necktie

022. Ultimate Academy Bracelet

023. Workout Clothes

025. Autumn-Colored Scarf

026. Hand-Knit Sweater

027. Cheer Coat Uniform

028. Nail Brush

032. Cufflinks

034. White Robot Mustache

037. Travel Journal

039. Story of Tokono

043. Stainless Tray

044. Tennis Ball Set

045. High-End Headphones

046. Teddy Bear

048. Illusion Rod

049. Hand Mirror

051. Japanese Doll Wig

053. Sewing Kit

054. Flame Thunder

056. Indigo Hakama

057. Fashionable Glasses

058. Gold Origami

059. Plastic Moon Buggy Model

061. Hand Grips

064. Sketchbook

067. Proxilingual Device

069. Potted Banyan Tree

071. Dancing Haniwa

072. Work Chair Of Doom

077. Clock-Shaped Gaming Console

078. Everywhere Parasol

080. Aluminum Water Bottle

081. Jelly Balls

083. Earnest Compass

084. Semazen Doll

085. Weathercock of Barcelous

088. Monkey's Paw

089. Art Piece of Spring

090. Electric Tempest

095. Home Planet

097. Sparkly Sheet

098. Hammock

101. Marigold Seeds

102. Rock-Paper-Scissors Cards

103. Perfect Laser Gun

106. Dangan Werewolf

107. Tentacle Machine

108. Rice Toy Blocks

109. Cosmic Blanket

110. Fully-Automated Shaved Ice Machine

111. Gun of Man's Passion

Neutral

004. Cleopatra's Pearl Cocktail

007. Sugar

011. Maple Fudge

012. Greek Yogurt

015. Sukiyaki Caramel

021. Bondage Boots

024. Mono-Jinbei

030. Beret

033. Dog Tag

038. Dreams Come True ☆ Spell Book

040. Spla-Teen Vogue

041. Fun Book of Animals

042. Latest Machine Parts Catalog

047. Milk Puzzle

050. Prop Carrying Case

062. Commemorative Medal Set

063. Metronome

065. Art Manikin

066. Bird Food

068. Gourd Insect Trap

070. Pocket Tissue

073. 3-Hit KO Sandbag

074. Sports Towel

075. Steel Glasses Case

076. Robot Oil

082. Upbeat Humidifier

092. Death Flag

094. Helping Yacchi

100. Flower for Floromancy

104. Someone's Student ID

105. Bear Ears

113. Dark Belt

Dislikes

005. Non-Alcoholic Drink of Immortality

010. Bubble Gum Bomb

036. Feelings of Ham

052. Photoshop Software

060. I'm a Picture Book Artist!

086. Pillow of Admiration

087. 46 Moves of the Killing Game

099. Cleansing Air Freshener

112. Pure-White Practice Sword

Hates

035. Book of the Blackened

[dokidokidejah]

OCTOBER 28

on a flight to japan!!! i'm facing my fear: going on a 15 hour flight across the pacific ocean despite the threat of an inevitable K.O, drowning 5000 miles away from my family. so far the flight has been fine, but i'm only 2 hours in and have 10 more hours of a sore butt to survive. me and althea have been making origami cranes, hearts, stars, roses, and boxes that you blow into to make them puffy. i gave the crane i made to one of the japanese flight attendants, and she was so grateful and cute even though it was just a badly folded crane! they served us food which was teriyaki chicken, rice with delicious sweet egg topping, cold soba, ham/potato salad, fruit salad, juice, miso soup, a crossaint and even green tea and ice cream. althea had the great idea to mix the tea and ice cream together, so it tasted like a matcha latte. once they away the food, i'm gonna watch some anime in preparation of bloodthirsty aliens invading japan while i'm visiting.

my playlist :

must be dreaming – frou frou

simple and clean — hikaru utado

farewell – larcenciel

we landed at 6pm japan time in tokyo, with a connecting flight at 6:40. it was impossible to get through customs and baggage within that time frame so they had to move us to a 7:30 flight. just to make it, we had to run through the most huge, confusing and complicated airport hauling 6 suitcases and a box! we were throwing them over escalators, into trams, and swinging them into the elevators. the suitcases toppled over like 15 times and i'm sure we looked either really funny or really embarrassing. i'm not sure if ryan and althea's whiskey bottle made it out alive. it was only this difficult because they had to switch our flight, but the best part about the whole thing was how helpful everyone who worked there was. if we were in the US, i don't think anybody would have put so much effort into helping us make our flight. they would've been like "sorry man—" nothing else, that's it. instead, every time we were confused, one of the girls in cute little scarves would be nearby and they'd run with us, i mean literally RUN to the next place we needed to be. they ran with us all the way until we made it into the plane when they were doing last call! wearing heels and little skirts!!!! we barely made it into the flight. even after, everyone was so nice and helpful. when we had finally sat down in our seats, soaked and panting, i thought to myself, "gosh i really need to ask them for water," then not even 5 seconds later one of the flight attendants came with water for us three! it was so thoughtful. never did i think i'd be running through an international airport at 4 in the morning. i really need to get into shape.

by the time shane picks us up in fukuoka, it'll be around 7am at home.

where i'm staying:

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 7

They finally talk! This one has more dialogues, since it's after all...a talk. Some earlier parts have a lot of talking. Still, this has a lot of parts.

This story is also on wattpad if anyone wants to read it there, I'll put the link in the masterlist.

Hope this part is nice!

(Gif not mine)

Conversation flowed easily on the way, neither of them talking about her memories. After almost twenty minutes of walking, which felt too quick to both of them, though they won't admit it. He was surprised on seeing her place because even if Ben was keeping an eye on her and was her husband, he respected her privacy.

Her 'home-sweet-home' wasn't much but it was exactly the kind of thing she would do. It was cozy, not much furniture inside cause 'she liked to keep space for unplanned dance sessions.' There was a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and little office type room. Basically all the necessities. Not to mention it was messy.

There was a coffee table with a little box on it, a small tv, a bookshelf loaded with books like how was it not breaking, she clearly needed a bigger one...though she clearly had one at their house, but didn't know about it. The curtains weren't vibrantly coloured, little homemade decorations hung here and there, about 5 frames with some photos of her and Harry and scenery, and cream coloured walls with little origami hung on it. Oh and the Avengers clock was her favorite.

Her bedroom wall was filled with posters favorite bands, shows and movies. There was one vibrant poster from Chronicles of Narnia too but it was from the first one and didn't have him. A little desk with a journal kept on it with a bunny pen stand. A wardrobe large enough for one person and again some origami stuff hung here and there along with— "Are those Christmas decorations?"

"Huh? Oh...those. I forgot to take them down."

He looked back at her to find her rummaging through her fridge, trying to find something to eat. Taking out a chocolate she started eating it, before realizing that Ben was also there and offered him some. Taking some of it, he sat down on her brown straight out of The Big Bang Theory couch.

"Do you have any orange slices?" Ben questioned.

"Uh, sorry...but I have some kiwis if you want?"

"No, it's alright. Okay, so tell me what you know."

"First off, I have a question," hearing him respond with a shoot, she continued, "What is— or well was, my favorite ice-cream flavor?"

He chuckled loudly, "Really?"

"Hey, that's an important thing."

"Right right...very important. Um, it was...Bucky road."

Y/N snickered. "Rocky road, you mean."

"You insisted on calling it that. Anyway, so tell me, what all do you know."

She thought out with a pout, which was adorable in Ben's opinion, "Uh...well my name, Y/N Parker, birth date without the year, my favorite ice cream flavor as you told me and that fact that I have an older brother, not who...just I know I have one. And no partners. Oh and before you tell me about me, tell me how I know you."

Ben's happy expression faltered when she mentioned she had no partners, nervousness building. "We have been friends...since childhood actually."

Y/N's face flushed with guilt, she was expecting that they were colleagues or maybe friends for some years, but childhood!? Damn. Her insides flooded with regret. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't know," her tone proving her feelings.

Ben shrugged it off knowing it was not her fault. "It's okay, you lost your memories after all. You lost them about a year ago as you said but it actually happened a year and almost two months ago." He spoke with a far away look in his eyes, clearly remembering those events.

Ben was pacing around his living room, looking out the window for the tenth time in the past sixty seconds. His other hand was busy frantically calling his wife who was out with some friends while he remained home cause he wasn't feeling like it. Oh how he wished he did.

It has been almost 3 hours since she had been out, which wouldn't have been a problem if she had not said that she would return within an hour. His worries were reaching the roof which didn't help with the fact that he was starting to feel sick. He tried calling her friends but they were also not picking up, probably were too wasted to care. But his wife could've picked up, she doesn't drink anyway. And if she was going to be the designated driver, she would have told him. Unless...he ran out to his car, panicked.

Reaching the destination, he was disappointed to find that she wasn't there, nor her friends. He started looking around and relief washed over his face instantly as he saw her friend, Edward frantically searching for something, making him tense. He rushed to him and said while grabbing Edward's shoulders to steady him, "Hey, where is Y/N? She didn't call and I was getting worried."

Edward's face paled as soon as he saw Ben, instantly becoming a stuttering mess, "Hey! Ben...what are you...right Y/N...she...she must be...here somewhere. We're looking...looking for her."

Ben's worry rocketed to Jupiter. "What do you mean?"

"We kind of...well not kind of...but we lost her. She was just going to go to her car and...grab some stuff before going home. But that clearly didn't happen."

Benjamin Thomas Barnes did not lose his shit easily. He was usually the calm and collected one of the two and his group, even while playing Monopoly. But the second he heard those words coming out of his friend's mouth, he lost it. "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? HOW CAN YOU LOSE A GROWN WOMAN?"

"We don't know...she went and didn't come back...if we would have known, WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR HER BARKING MAD, DIPSHIT."

Ignoring his reply, Ben eagerly picked up his phone and called the police, informing them about everything.

They said they would find her soon.

-

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-

What. A. Fucking. Lie.

It's been 2 months since she went missing and Ben's life became more and more miserable as the days passed. 60 days without her. He usually hadn't been away from her for more than a month, despite their careers. But now he was forced to spend 1440 hours without her, each hour dragging like 20. He was restless, bags clearly visible under his eyes and he had lost his appetite. He also heard someone mention he looked like a zombie, or maybe a robot, following the same instructions fed to him everyday and to be honest, he felt like one too.

He promised to pray to every Saint in existence if she would ever be found. He called the police station every time, to the point where he could sense that they were probably getting annoyed by those everyday calls, but he did not give a shit. Especially not when his wife's life was on the line. He had been sulking in the apartment, calling people, refusing any help and trying his best to keep himself from breaking. He was the most vulnerable during those two months, and the one person he could confide in, wasn't there.

His parents were worried too, and were trying and taking care of Ben, reminding him to eat, sleep but at this point, he had become a machine being fed with daily instructions. He saw photos of their time together, keeping his hopes, cause he had all the hope Pandora's box has to offer when it came to his sunshine.

Then apparently one day, he got a call saying they had found his Y/N. He never rushed somewhere faster in his life, it could almost rival Quicksilver. But primary reasons were, the address was of a hospital. He reached the destination with his heart in his hands, legs about to give away due to his nervousness. One nurse led him to her room where an officer was waiting for him.

"Officer, how is she?"

"You're Ms. Parker's husband...Ben?"

"Yes sir, I'm Ben Barnes."

"She'll be fine, at least that's what the doctor is saying. Can I ask you some questions before?"

After answering all the questions impatiently, he met with a doctor who explained to him her condition, "She has two broken ribs and her left arm also broke, there isn't much serious damage, but we are suspecting some stuff that may have caused her to lose her memories. We'll know if that's the case or not once she wakes up."

Ben's entire life shattered hearing those words, but he still held hope as the doctor wasn't sure. He rushed inside the room and froze at the sight of his unconscious wife. She had a bandage on her head, cuts on her face and some dried blood at the corner of her lips. "Those hospital people didn't even clean her up fully," he scoffed while cleaning her up.

He took her right hand in his, careful not to hurt her, chocolate eyes relieved yet distraught. He just sat silently watching her and felt his own eyes becoming drowsy with sleep, too exhausted to fight, he gave in.

After what was almost 3 hours, he woke up to some voices, "Who is this man?" He could make out one of them say and was jerked awake in a fraction of a second.

"Wha— what do you mean?"

"Oh, hey you're awake. I'm sorry...but who are you?"

"You don't— bu— how—you don't remember me?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I did sir."

Seeing the doctor's look, it finally dawned on him that they were correct about her not remembering. She had forgotten him. The love of his life doesn't even remember him. He didn't know what cruel thing he did to deserve this. She had forgotten her childhood friend, partner in crime, lover and husband all at once. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. He was shaken awake from his daze by one of them falling on his cheek. Realizing she was still waiting for him to respond, he made up an excuse of accidentally coming in the wrong room and ran out, ignoring her voice ringing out behind him.

Y/N felt insanely guilty at hearing this and she still hadn't heard his thoughts or the fact that she was his wife. Ben felt he shouldn't drop that bomb on her yet. Not that she would believe him anyway. I mean if someone random came and told him that they were married, he surely wouldn't believe that himself. "So...what—where did the doctors say they found me?"

"They said one nurse found you outside the hospital, nobody was with you," Ben replied remembering.

"They ever found out what happened?"

He just shook his head.

"We've really been friends that long?"

"Yeah..." he chuckled. "You used to ask me that a lot. Can't believe it's really been that long. You need to know some things about yourself first. We'll come back to us later."

Seeing her nod, he continued, "Your full name is Y/N Moon Parker. You are 28 years old, born in 1992, almost a month after me. We used to...live here in London, shared a flat. And you also are an actor. And about your family, they live in Texas, moved there after we bought a place together. And you do have an older brother, Aiden, who is about six years older than you."

"And my parents?" She was surprisingly very calm in this situation. But did a proud fist-in-the-air motion when Ben mentioned she has a brother. At least she remembers one thing, not whole, but it still works.

"Yeah, right...your parents. You, uh, well...how do I put this?" Seeing her mouth about to open, he spoke, "Now they're not gone. You see...you don't have the best relationship with them." Her face fell. "Your father was a football coach and mother is a cardiac surgeon, both retired. They...they weren't really, um...alright I'm straight up saying this...really supportive of your career choice and you guys had a fallout. That's one of the reasons you aren't really close."

"What do you mean 'one of the reasons'?" She put that in air quotes.

"Well you guys had some fights and all before...too. Strict parents...stuff. You were a rebel as a kid, it was bound to happen. I don't know if I should be telling you this, but since it's the truth, you were...more close to my parents than your own. Things are alright now, they realized they can't do anything, so they let you do your own thing. And you guys— you guys do talk, but just...general connection is less," Ben was feeling really sad telling her all this. He was there with her when all of this happened and saw the toll it took on her. Remembering it, made him feel sorrowful.

"Oh. Do they...uh...do they know?"

"Yeah. Yeah they do."

Y/N just nodded in acknowledgment, giving him a soft smile.

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Hello! Can you write a fic where Shawn and Y/n were childhood friends who always had feelings for one another but never acted on it, Shawn is a werewolf and Y/n can be any supernatural being. They're mates but before they get to learn about that, that is when they're 18 or something, Y/n leaves the town for some reason after shawn and Y/n had a little fall out and basically the story is like...she comes back to town and they fic their relationship and stuff... Its a weird request I know😭😭😭 can this possibly be a story?

Your request is my command my dear anonymous..I don't see why can't it be a story...your request is beautiful. 😊😉

DEAL

Pairing- werewolf!shawn x witch!reader

Warnings-none (i got emotional while writing it )

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You were eight when you moved to a new town. It may look like an ordinary town but it wasn't. It was an ordinary town, only full of werewolves.

Like any other kid you were excited for your first day. You got up early that day brushed your teeth, used your favorite shampoo and especially no tantrums while eating your breakfast. Your father looked wide eyed at you shoving food down your throat. Well getting you to eat was his job and he was painfully aware as to how difficult that would be. But today was different.

You looked like a happy pumpkin bouncing on the streets. Your mother couldn't help smile when your father looked at her while scrunching his nose to point how adorable you looked. Your father warned you that the school here might be different from what you had earlier. You nodded your head as he walked you to the school.

Being different was not a problem but being the only one who was different might be a tricky situation. Your entire class was full of werewolves. Naturally you attracted some attention to yourself. You felt shy when their eyes dug into your soul. But there was this one guy, all smiles. He wouldn't stop smiling at you. After some time it became contagious. You couldn't help but smile too. So you decided to sit next to him.

During the break, he turned to you with a butterfly origami and put it on your table. "Hey my name is Shawn. You are going to be my best friend. Deal?" he said as he extended the butterfly to you. You chuckled as to how hard he was trying to hide his authorative nature. "Deal, my name is Y/N." you said as you took the butterfly and looked at it.

As the years went by, you grew up to be just like Shawn. When other girls were busy gossiping about others, you were interested in basketball. Most girls would wear tight fitting dresses, comfy jeans and sweatshirts were your best-friends, and only God knows how may of them would be Shawn's. That guy loved seeing you in his T-shirts.

"Would you be there?" you asked as you looked at the night sky while the both of you laid on the grass. "Have I never?" he nudged your nose, referring to your tournament that you had the next day. "No and that's why I love you." you said with ease not knowing what it meant. He looked towards your direction and smiled a bit. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. He had smooth golden skin with a well built body, with curls dangling on his forehead. His golden eyes that shun in the moonlight and a jaw line so sharp it could cut through paper. He could easily be the most attractive guy you had ever seen. You weren't the only one who found him attractive though.

Girls ogled at him when walked through the halls. But he never had eyes for any of them. He should be out there socializing with people as he was going to be a part of pack elections. "You are special" he would say every time you asked him why were you the only person in school he ever hanged out with.

On the day of the tournament, you were standing inside the court as you looked for Shawn. He was there with his girlfriend, Kate who was only busy showing him off on her instagram. "All the best! pumpkin" Shawn mouthed, "Ice cream later. Deal?" you mouthed him back. he laughed and said, "Deal."

The game began with a whistle and the ball with your team members. They passed it to you and bam! shot. The crowd roared when the ball went inside the hoop. Minute after minute hoops were being scored and your team could practically smell victory. All those months of practice came down to a penalty shot. There you stood, dribbling the ball and aimed for the hoop. Before shooting you looked at Shawn who smiled at you in reassurance. The crowd was on their heels when the ball went through the hoop. Your team members had engulfed you when the whistle blew. You looked for Shawn to tell him that the ice cream would be his treat but then you saw him.

His lips were locked with Kate's. They were kissing each other so passionately as if they were always meant to be. Then it struck you, Shawn had a mate. A person who has waited all their life for Shawn and just because you liked him, you couldn't hold on to him forever. He was not meant to be yours.

You didn't realize when you sunk in the crowd and took an exit. You plunged on your bed, just staring at your ceiling. You ignored Shawn's messages and calls as you switched off your phone.

"Honey bear? All good?" your mother asked you as she took a seat next to yours. "Yeah, mom just tired" you got up sitting on your bed. "Oh come on, tell me." she enquired as she caressed your head.

"Mom--" you trailed off as she stopped you mid-sentence. "Shawn kissed a girl?" your mother asked with astonishment. "How did you know?" you questioned back, wide eyed.

"I am a witch Y/N." she said uninterestingly. You talked to your mother about the entire incident and your feelings towards Shawn. Your mother smiled and told you that maybe you should take a break.

"Take a break?" you squealed. "Y/N you are 17, you have to train how to control your powers. What if you just put a curse on someone or what if you start hearing people's thoughts? That can be very disturbing trust me." your mother explained. You were shocked but this seemed to be a perfect idea to get away from these things, to think where you stood with Shawn, to get things back to normal.

Your family helped you pack your stuff and you still hadn't talked to Shawn. You were gonna go for a year, complete you high school online and Shawn should know this but you knew you wouldn't be able to leave after you meet him. So you decided to leave just like that. You clutched your hoody, Shawn's hoody as you passed through his house. All those ice cream treats, treks, knowing each other's breakfast order by heart, all those origami pieces Shawn made for you that you had kept safely in a box under your bed they had to mean something. They meant a lot to you and you had to know if they meant to him as well.

Shawn was worried. you hadn't talked to him for three days. He decided to talk to you in school but when he saw your mother emptying your belongings in a bag, he rushed to ask her what was going on.

Before he could even begin your mother said, "You should have told her Shawn." she turned to face him. "Mrs. L/N if this is about the kiss-" "you should have told her you both are mates." she stopped Shawn while he was speaking. "Where is she?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "She left for her training. You wouldn't be seeing each other for a year" you mother explained. It was very painful for her to watch the evergreen smile which adorned Shawn's face disappear.

Although he was confident you would come back to him. After all you were mates for a reason. He dated girls in school just to stop malicious rumors about him and he didn't like how girls threw themselves in front of him. So he dated girls just for a distraction. It was going to be a hell of a year. Little did he know it was going to be even worse of you.

You practiced during the day endlessly. Spent your days in the library. But it wasn't the day that was trouble. Ever since you had left Shawn's embrace your peaceful nights were replaced by visions. Visions full of memories that weren't even yours. Memories of Shawn, how would it be to have him in your life forever. They were dreams in some sort of way but it hurt too much, imagining something to be yours when you knew that something, someone wasn't supposed to be.

A year passed away dreadfully. Every day it was Shawn in your head and half way across the town you were in his. When you saw your mother after an year, you hid yourself in her embrace. She brushed her hand through your hair, which had grown longer. Funny how the time had passed getting the feminine side of yours. What freaked you out was looked exactly like the person in your visions.

The town looked exactly the same as if you had travelled back in time. You opened the car's window to breathe in the delicate fragrance of wet grass and you sensed him. His earthy smell, his warm embrace. You breathed in the familiar smell as you stepped down the car. One year of feelings, tears that you had held back in you gave up and wet your pink tinted cheeks. You started following the smell and you knew exactly where it headed, to the lawn where Shawn and you spent your evenings together. Could you ever forget it? No because you loved him with all your heart.

Then you saw him. It was like your vision had come alive. His hair grew longer which rustled as the wind blew. The moment he caught your scent he turned to you and the next moment you were running towards him. He held you as if you would disappear the next moment if he didn't.

"Y/N I am sor--" he said and you cut him off. "Shh, Don't say anything." you whispered through your tears. you loved the man who was always there for you. All this time when you thought it was just a crush it wasn't. You were ready to tell him you lo--

"I love you" he suddenly said making you flinch. "You were going to say that weren't you?" he smiled as he brushed his hands through your hair. "How did you?" you gawked at him. He nudged your nose as he said, "You are my mate Y/N. I have known this since the moment I saw you. I have been having visions of you since. I love you and I always have and always will and nothing, no one can change that. " he whispered as he reached the end of his sentence.

He kissed you as he cupped his cheeks. The moment his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and saw a little girl playing in Shawn's arms. Shawn saw it too and the tears that shun like diamonds flew down his cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks. That's when you knew they weren't just memories they were visions of your future together that you would share. You looked at him filled your heart with his embrace.

"You still owe me that ice cream treat." you chuckled as you coiled your arms around his waist.

"Deal" he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

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A/N: Oh what a beautiful request . You guys are so creative with your plots, it just makes me so happy. there are a lot of werewolf fics which are similar to this plot but this request bars was new in its own way. Thank you for letting me write this and i hope my dear anonymous finds this fic satisfying.

REQUESTS OPEN, so go ahead, flood my mailbox, its all your anyways.

Love yourself...you are worth it ❣❣

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Uuuh, Rin is cited as collecting shells on the data book, so i like to think she collects a lot of stuff.

She has a big collection of shells arranged into glass containers, a box full of beads, origami and other random crafty things Obito gave her scattered on a shelf, dinner receipts from places she went with her parents for her birthday, books on medicine, small animal plushies on display and bigger ones on her bed, lucky cookiee messages from team Minato getting together to open some every new year out in a pretty flower har etc...

I love the idea that she would have squirrel summons, i think they'd fit her, or that her parents were civilian bakers. I don't know Just... Rin! I love her so much!

Also big fan of the idea that they trade off each other's favorite food when they ear together. Like eating Neapolitan ice-cream and Kakashi just dumps his chocolate onto Obito's because it's too sweet while Rin swipes away his strawberry.

Oh, Obito and Rin probably have some secret greeting between them! They've been best-friends since, like, forever, that got to have one!

ouuuuughhhg rin collecting shells <33 she would absolutely be the one to decorate kkobrin’s house when they grow up agdjajajjajdj omg,,, <333

also squirrel summons yea!! i love giving her weird summons so much djahadjajsjdj she deserves it <33

AND TRADING FOOD OFC!!!! sakumo always makes extra for kakashi since obito and rin r growing kids and always end up taking some of his andjaksjjsjajd he and kks learn what his teammate’s favorite foods are because of it <33333

and the greeting shdjahfakhajh makes me think of hunter and gus’s handshake in the owl house 😭😭 ansbfajfscbfnd they would absolutely have one and it would be soooooo over the top too !!!!!!

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The Demon Brothers: Creative Outlets Headcanons

they are all immortals and when you've lived longer than you can remember, you're bound to find a creative outlet to destress, alleviate boredom, or you know, to just have fun!

Lucifer

He’s a busy demon. If he’s not working, he's sleeping, or cleaning up one of his brother’s messes, so he doesn't have that much time to just relax and explore his creative sides. 

That said though, it doesn’t mean he has no hobbies at all.

He plays the piano. He used to play it every morning, back when he’s still in the Celestial Realm, when he’d taught Lilith how to play the piano every morning and she’d sat besides him as his fingers moved across the keys slower so she could copy him. 

Nowadays, playing the piano feels very nostalgic and bittersweet, but you’ll hear soft, bittersweet melodies drift from the music room once in a while.

He also composes his own music, but that's an even rarer occurrence. The last time he created a new music piece was centuries ago. 

(Ever since MC came to Devildom though, he's been itching to write music for them.)

Practices calligraphy for fun. He has a whole set of brushes and ink and lettering pens. His handwriting is already beautiful but his calligraphy is even more amazing.

Another thing he does is gardening. He's got a great eye for landscape architecture, he's the reason why the house's backyard is pretty. 

He plants decorative plants and likes to cross breed flowers so the House of Lamentation's backyard is full of pretty shrubs and unfamiliar flowers. 

He is usually joined by Beel as he is the other brother that finds gardening very relaxing.

Mammon

He definitely shows his creativity by coming up with the most absurdly brilliant, out-of-the-box, original schemes to make money.

Mammon can draw, like really good. His drawings are very realistic. He prefers to use traditional media: charcoal pencils, graphite sticks, blenders, erasers, drawing pens, brushes, and maybe some watercolors.

He usually does architecture sketches.

But if you check his drawers, you’ll find several sketchbooks of his brothers in different candid poses. MC alone has taken up three whole sketchbooks. Mammon makes sure MC doesn’t see those sketches though.

Crashes Asmo’s Art Day regularly, claiming that if Levi’s invited then the Great Mammon should be too. Asmo and Levi always complains but they let him stay anyway.

Mammon also has a natural talent on jewelry making and metalwork. He makes jewelry from buttons, beads, pearls, diamonds, and crystals. From small pendants to elaborate neckpieces, simple anklets to ornate hairpins. 

Mammon has made metal bookmarks for Satan because the book lover always misplaces his bookmarks or destroys them in fits of rage when he doesn't like a book's ending.

He sculpts wood. It takes him months to finish one small piece because he only does it when he's really, really bored, he prefers to make his much more profitable jewelry. 

He keeps all of his sculptures in his room, small and detailed pieces of wood engraving of Devildom native animals lining up on one of the shelves.

Leviathan

This is canon but he draws! He doesn't think he's very good at it, but he really enjoys it. 

Unlike Mammon who likes to draw with his charcoal pencils and drawing pens, Levi prefers to draw digitally. He still switch to traditional media now and then though.

Has a monthly scheduled “Art Day” where he and Asmo hang out together, Levi draws with his sketchbook or his drawing tablet and Asmo paints. They basically just gossip and hype each other’s art.

Dabbles in making short animations but feels like it’s just not something for him. He makes short comics though.

He wants to be able to make his own video game someday though. Maybe after he learns programming.

He makes the most detailed cosplay outfits for his own cosplays. He sews really good and patches his brothers clothes when they ask. Where do you think Asmo learns how to sew his own clothes from?

Really good at dancing and he really likes it too. He's a natural at it. From the most intricate traditional Devildom dances to freestyle dancing. He can make new moves on the spot and can copy any moves from one look.

He’s a shy baby though, you’ll rarely see him dance when he’s sober.

Except when he’s playing DDR (Demons Dance Revolution). Then, it’s like he’s the most confident demon in Devildom.

Satan

Satan writes poetry when inspiration strikes him. He has also written short stories but he always comes back to creating beautiful poems. He’s got a way with words.

Photography is something he has only recently taken interest in but he has a great eye for taking breathtaking shots. 

Has become the family’s go-to photographer.

“Satan, take a picture of me and Mammon!” “Satan, take our picture, quick!” “Satan, help me get a picture for my Devilgram!”

He’s the reason Asmo’s Devilgram pictures always look like they’re taken professionally in a photo studio or something.

Satan loves art, likes to stroll through museums and stare at paintings for hours, but has little talent in creating them. Even so, he still likes to paint even if he's not good at it. 

Sometimes he just wants to slap paint on a canvas and make a colorful mess. It's fun. 

He joins Art Day every other month.

Another thing he does is knitting! It relaxes him. It gives him something to focus at when he's angry (um, angrier than usual), just to give his hands something to do that doesn't involve breaking anything. The simple patterns he makes are easy enough that they don't frustrate him. 

Rarely ever finishes his knitting though, you'll just find this 5 meters long knitted fabric in one corner of his room with the ends coming undone because he calms himself down enough to stop knitting.

Asmodeus

Regularly designs, cut, and sew his own clothes. 

Has a lot of sketchbooks full of drawings of flowy dresses and stylish coats and many aesthetically pleasing shirts. 

He has started his own clothing line and sometimes collaborate with Majolish. 

But for the most part, he designs clothes for himself and himself only, he doesn't want anyone else to wear clothes as fabolous as his.

Nail art? Nail art. 

Asmo paints all of the brothers nails and sometimes he'll persuade one of them to let him do a complete manicure, with glitter polish and shiny studs and all. 

Yes, even Lucifer. You just never see the results because Lucifer wears his gloves almost all the time.

Asmo creates beautiful makeup art. He doesn't really like a lot of makeup on his own face though, so his brothers' faces are his canvases.

He also has a great eye for interior decorating and flower arranging. He restyles his room every month.

Not many people know it but he paints. And he's very good at it. He has done a painting of each brother, the paintings can be seen on the walls of the House of Lamentation's hallways. 

Art Day with Levi (and sometimes Satan or Belphie) is spent with him in front of canvases, chatting with his brothers, paint splatters on his hands. It's the only day that he doesn't mind looking a little messy.

Beelzebub

He cooks, of course!  And bakes too!

It's one of the times he’s willing to wait to eat because cooking the ingredients first rather than just straight up eating them will make the foods taste better. 

Half of the food in the kitchen are his creations. Anything he can make on his own from scratch, he will; jams, ice cream, sauces, juices, bread, chips, etc. 

Likes to experiment and always do something different than the original recipes. 

He garnishes his cooking like it’s something you order from a five star restaurant.

Beel is another demon who has a green thumb. He likes taking care of plants and doesn't mind getting a bit dirty doing it so gardening is another hobby of his. 

If Lucifer plants ornamental plants, Beel grows useful plants like herbs and vegetables and small fruits. He's also good at topiary.

Always has an idea for a DIY project. 

His creations is scattered all over the House of Lamentation. Belphie's drawer divider is made out of yogurt cups. Broken drawer knobs recycled into Asmo's jewelry organizer. The coat rack. The bathroom towel holder. 

Even Lucifer's hanging Demonus rack is handmade by Beel when he's bored one weekend, with Mammon's help for the engraving decorations along the sides of the rack. Beel's got a bit of Bob the Builder in him.

He is very good at singing. His voice is clear and he has a broad vocal range. Has been caught unconsciously humming in class many times.

Has definitely sang Belphie to sleep.

Belphegor

Does his pranks counts as a creative outlet though?😂 Between him and Satan, Belphie's ideas are the most creative and out of the box, resulting on some of the best pranks they did.

Belphie does origami. It's relaxing, easy enough to learn, and doesn't take much effort and energy to do it. 

Has stacks of origami papers in his room: standard origami paper, foil paper, traditional Washi ones, the leather-like Momigami paper, all kinds of paper. 

He especially loves to make little origami stars and keeps them in glass jars in his room.

Belphie also has adult coloring books. 

And kids coloring books.

Coloring is relaxing to him. It's very calming to just lay down and fills a page with pretty colors for a while. It's not a tiring way to destress, he can color without moving from his bed, and it feels satisfying when he finishes a whole page. 

He sometimes joins Art Day if he's not too lazy to move. Still prefers to color alone where it's quiet though.

He also journals. It's another thing he can do that is inexpensive and not energy consuming. He writes about anything that comes to his mind, his thoughts, his ideas, memories. 

Definitely keeps a dream journal.

Also I headcanon that as the Avatar of Sloth, sleep and dreams are some of the things he can manipulate. He enjoys creating dreams; the worldbuilding, the story, the details. He can be really creative when it comes to making them, spinning the most vivid and imaginative dreams. 

They’re not necessarily good dreams though. After all, he is still a demon, his dreams will most likely mess up your mind than make you smile in your sleep.

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Poly Lavender and Neville

What a poly relationship with Lavender and Neville would include:

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- Honey and vanilla chamomile tea

- Scrapbooking your lives and having memorabilia from every date. (ripped corner of a picnic blanket, a movie ticket, receipts from restaurants, etc)

- Your walls would be filled with pictures of each other and your loved ones.

- Succulents.

- A fluffy, grey cat that was a stray but somehow worked their way into your lives. You don’t know their gender so you haven’t given them a name yet but you guys alternate between calling them Handsome and Precious and Beautiful. They are very aloof and come and go as they please, but they constantly show up before a storm (they hate the rain) and Lavender has started using them to predict the weather.

- Neville letting you guys style his hair with fancy products and do his makeup.

- Singing your heart out in the car on the way to get ice cream.

- Neville and Lavender are both amazing listeners and advice givers.

- They’re also both simps. They both are amazed by everything you do, and you can never do any wrong. They would also do anything for you.

- During a scrapbooking misadventure glitter somehow got all over you, Neville and Lavender’s clothes.

- You’re still finding glitter all over the house to this day.

- Lavender is a horrible cook. Neville tries to help teach her some cooking skills but unless it comes in a box and has 3 or less steps she will not be able to make it.

- You would never go a moment without feeling loved. Lavender and Neville both love full heartedly, and neither are afraid to love. Both are very vocal about it. They have the same love languages, physical touch and words of affirmation 100%

- You guys would probably have small pets. Like mice, hamsters, guinea pigs, bunnies, turtles. That sort of thing. But nothing too small that you can’t really interact with. Like fish or hermit crabs.

- The cat would get along with them, but only because they are so aloof.

- So many cute non-traditional gifts like rocks, plants, crystals, or trinkets. But also traditional gifts like very simple jewelry, hand picked flowers, poorly folded origami.

- Lavender leaving little notes, written in gel pen or on brightly construction paper/post-it-notes around the house for you and Neville. Neville would pick up on this habit, but he probably wouldn’t use gel pens. If you ever leave Lavender or Neville notes they would always keep them, no matter what they say.

- Lavender would be the type to have a little box that she keeps memories in, and that’s where she would put the notes you wrote her. Neville would keep his in his wallet until he had too many. Then he would keep them in his bedside table but save his favorite one or two to leave in his wallet.

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What do you reckon are the adult-trio's hobbies, outside of, yanno, murdering, thieving, and stalking?

Okay, the way this was worded made me laugh out loud, ngl 😂

But that's an interesting thought, so let’s see...

Also thank you for the request and I hope you like it! 😄

Chrollo

I can't even say that stealing is a hobby because it's so ingrained into him that it's practically a way of life

we already know that he likes old books, but actually, he just wants to seem really well-read

which he is, of course, but he also likes reading comic books and romance books (talk about a guilty pleasure)

Chrollo. Loves. Baths

for real, he grew up in Meteor City and you've seen how it looks like over there, so now, whenever he's got the possibility, he just fills the tub, drops a bath bomb and just soaks in until his fingers get wrinkles

also, he loves the cleanliness and how good he smells and man, does he feel rejuvenated or what?

always wanted to learn how to cook fancier dishes (for whoever he was trying to seduce or impress)

never made it, mostly because he almost burnt the kitchen down after he left something to simmer because eh, he could read while he waited and... he pretty much threw the whole pot away

Chrollo never learnt how to swim, but whenever the Troupe go somewhere where there's a pool, he just lounges and tries to either sleep, read or read until he falls asleep

none of the members really stay next to him or on the same side as him on the edge of the pool after he accidentally pushed Feitan in... who dragged Phinks... who grabbed Machi by her swimsuit as she was passing by with her drink

Shalnark, Nobunaga and Uvo laughed their asses off that day as Chrollo just looked at them as if it was their fault they fell

said an oops under his breath as he tried not to smile behind his book while everyone else was ready for bloodshed as Phinks screamed at Feitan that he's an idiot and that he was innocent and sorry at Machi, Machi had her threads ready to tie him up and hang him upside down from a tree and Feitan was glaring at Chrollo from the pool, only his eyes visible as the rest of his body could barely reach the bottom of the pool (yes, he was standing on his toes)

Franklin just felt as if his hair was going white by the second from stress

Chrollo asked Machi to teach him how to sew better since some of his shirts kept ripping because of his... muscles

doesn't like Hisoka, but loves his magic tricks and he'd like to learn some (again, to seduce and impress potential targets, but also to entertain himself), but he'd be damned if he's gonna ask second-hand Ronald MacDonald to teach him

definitely tried looking those tricks up on YouTube and while some were really easy, he always grumbles because Hisoka's are always so cool and complicated and he wants to know how to do them, damn it

Hisoka

Hisoka sucks at singing

he knows it and guess what? He loves annoying his neighbours at Heaven's Arena by singing horribly and loudly until his voice cracks and even then, he continues until he feels his throat becoming sore

likes going shopping, especially after cosmetics and self-care products

and no, not just makeup, but anything: face masks, mists, face creams, hand creams, moisturizers, body sprays, bath bombs, bubble bath, you name it

Hisoka always smells nice because of this

even when he's had a fight and he's got blood on his body, whether it's his or his enemy's, the sweet smell of his shower gel almost overpowers the pungent smell of blood

doesn't ever buy sweets because he doesn't like them, except for Bungee Gum and the candy that usually came with Texture Surprise, and those are mostly out of nostalgia

even when he doesn't fight someone, he likes moving around and just has to busy himself with something

often goes jogging in the park nearby or hits the gym - not even gonna tell you how much he loves the attention he receives because he knows he looks good

he never really liked reading, so he doesn't really own many books and rarely even buys any, but he does have a few books of different genres that he re-reads sometimes

enjoys researching about the Dark Continent after hearing all those stories as a kid and wishing he could see for himself what it was like

has an entire room that is used as a gym if he doesn't feel like going outside or can't and buys a new boxing bag almost monthly

Hisoka likes playing rhythm games on his phone whenever he has to wait for something or someone and doesn't feel like using his cards to make a house of cards

likes drawing and creating clothes for himself, which he then takes to a tailor who is used to Hisoka's style and taste in clothing

Illumi

is needle polishing a hobby? For Illumi, it is

he loves playing with Mike, even if Mike is... not really like a normal dog, but even he appreciates a good belly rub

likes travel guides, especially because of some missions when he had to know about certain places and he ended up getting interested in everything the country/island/town had to offer

even as a kid and even now, Illumi sometimes sneaks into the kitchens for a late snack - everyone knows, no one bothers to tell him - and lives for those rare moments when there's ice cream in the freezer (mostly for Milluki, but he always leaves it for Illumi anyway because he has enough snacks and likes making his brother happy like that, even if it's a small gesture)

the Zoldyck estate has an indoor pool where Illumi always goes swimming and just float as he lets himself not care about anything or anyone - that's his moment and his favourite place where he feels the most relaxed

started learning how to make origami after hearing about the 1000 cranes that could grant your wish

doesn't really know what he would wish for, but it's mostly so he wouldn't have to ask Nanika

so, because of that, he left the cranes (203 to be exact) and started making other things out of paper

really likes brushing his hair and sometimes asks his mother to do it for him like she did when he was younger

Illumi likes playing hide and seek with Kalluto to test whether they can feel each other's presence or not

really enjoys buying and lighting candles around his room and whenever he takes a bath and can relax

always chooses those that smell like flowers