#as something to contemplate; hehehehehe

[inhumanheresy]

@visionhcld

Head propped up on his hand, Ajax regards Zhongli with a contemplative, curious air. “You know, you’ve always been willing to indulge me when we’ve been intimate, no matter what it is that I wished to try. But what about you?”

He straightens, leaning forward with an intent look in his eyes as his fingers loosely lace together. “What desires or whims bide their time unspoken in your heart, xiansheng?”

[11queensupreme11]

Hey Queen, random/stupid question:

Since Percy has that brand mark/tattoo, couldn’t Apollo (either from ROR or PJO) just heal it or remove it so she doesn’t have it anymore? Or are you keeping the mark on her just to piss off the ROR gods? 😏😏

You know—since she has a Roman tattoo and you mentioned before how the ROR gods hate the Roman gods and all that.

Also, what would the Yandere’s reaction be to seeing that tattoo on her—either in the future or when they saw it in the prophecy drawings Apollo made?

OH THE SPQR MARK AND BARCODE LIKE THING????

(octavian was so cunty for that lmao)

hehehehehe i'm gonna have her keep it not just to piss the gods off, but also because she DOES like the romans after all 😂 she helps save them and their camp and everything. just something to remember them by, you know??? a (rather painful) memento like how camp half blood gives out the beaded necklaces!

as for apollo removing it.... idk yet, mainly because i'm still contemplating if it even could be removed?

this is the wiki description for the mark:

ignore the last sentence where it says it's impossible to remove cuz it's engraved in the skin, any healing god would be able to heal that. what i'm stuck on is the "the tattoo is deeply burnt into their arm from the heavens" part.

like i'm wondering, "does that mean it's divine and can't be removed at all? or can a god be the only one to remove it? 🤔"

BUT ANYWAY

the gods would have very negative views of it, the greek ones especially for obvious reasons (and also greek humans tbh) 😭

cuz like...

it's literally described as a very painful brand

the ROMANS branded a GREEK girl 💀💀💀

depending on how many years of service, it's also described to look like a barcode (aka, it makes it seem like percy's a product to be bought LMAOOOO) 😅

many gods would want that shit GONE and healed IMMEDIATELY. some would be disturbed that they're straight up branding someone who, in the ror verse at least, is a princess, others are just worried about the greeks' imminent crash out 😭

poseidon already had camp jupiter as #1 on his shitlist. his daughter-wife was dumped in a cave, had to live in the wilderness with a maneating wolf, was mistreated in the roman camp, don't even get him STARTED on the disrespect he (or really, his pjo roman counterpart) was given, AND NOW THEY BRAND HER AS ONE OF THEM?????? he's already seething that percy even bothered to go on that dumb quest to save them, AND NOW A BRAND??????

apollo feels faint. he had seen this in the visions the fates gave him. at first, percy didn't have that mark, but in the last one when she was falling into some creepy abyss, she had it on her wrist. he's like "oh. so that's how she got it..." in a tiny, feeble voice. he's more worried cuz the mark is an indicator that the moment she falls is actually getting CLOSE now 😭💔

hades is seething in his throne, the armchairs broken and everything. the romans have already disrespected him thousands of years ago and now the modern-day romans of this other universe was branding HIS poor little niece-wife who CLEARLY doesn't know any better? percy wants to keep the mark? oh no no no, she doesn't know what she's asking for. how dare the romans try to indoctrinate her into siding with them! not to worry, he'll bring her back home and "fix" her 💖

cú chulainn's shaking percy by the shoulders and yelling at her. she gets branded by the enemy and she wants to KEEP IT?! "but dude... they're not the enemy anymore. the greeks and romans are all ✨besties✨ now! " "they were throwing racial slurs at you?! they shoved you in the worst cohort?! they gave you a shitty boat to save the world in?!" "ok but all is forgiven cuz they made me their praetor! 😄" he's going to smack her 💀

beelzebub's pissed the second he realizes the mark hurt her and he's already gearing up to find a way to either reverse it or have it healed/removed. but then he blue-screens when she tells him that she wants to keep it. decides to knock her out, wipe her memories of the roman camp, and THEN remove the damn mark instead

percy REALLY shouldn't have told loki that she wanted to keep it 💀 he was already pissed that she was marked in the first place and now he's finding out she wants to KEEP IT???? ohhh now he's definitely gonna find a way to remove it and BRAND HER HIMSELF SINCE SHE WANTS A DAMN BRAND SO MUCH 👹

anubis does not like the thought of his beloved mate being marked in any way that isn't his. in his eyes, the only mark that should be on her is the one on her heart and that's IT 😤 nothing more, nothing less! plus, he can FEEL that the mark hurt her! how dare they torture his mate!

(and yes, when percy gets yoinked back to the pjo verse, anubis would still be able to feel her hehe. poor puppy, she feels so close but so far 🥺💔)

[whitzles]

Tsukis with my most fav place from their games!!!

They're my such hyperfixation..I love drawing them sm hehehehehe

But here's my reason why I love the places (top to bottom) :

1) Cotton Candy Haven [Yume 2kki]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS PLACE.Everything about this place is amazing.I feel so happy visiting it everytime

The outside is just auggghhh....it feels like a safe place to be in.I don't mind being in this place for a long while shdhsh (bless qxy for making this)

The interiors in most of them reminds me of a kid toy house, it's so adorable.

BUT THIS ROOM!!! 🔽

IT'S SO COOL

I LIKE HOW IT IMMEDIATELY CHANGE WHEN WE PUT THE KEY IN THE MUSIC BOX

And the music is so sweet

This whole place in general is just so comforting to me.I feel like I'm being hugged by the place alone.There are many beautiful places in this game but this one is truly special.

2) The Martian Underground [Yume Nikki]

I know you can't do much in this little area but this one makes me feel something, alright!!

It's kinda hard to get to this place cuz you have to sleep in one of the 5 beds in your dreamworld and you have to use certain effects to get to this place

But it's worth it

Mars-san existence makes me feel something that I never thought of.It can feels comforting to hide yourself so you can finally express all of the negative emotions imo.I would sit there and contemplate on life for longer than I needed

The lonely vibe here just feels comforting.It's something that I don't like but now it feels nice

SORRY FOR MAKING IT PERSONAL LMAO

But moving on!

3)Visceral World (dotflow)

I'm such a sucker for gore. It's kinda like morbid curiosity for me and the vibe of this world is VERY COOL. LIKE THE HEARTBEAT SOUNDS MAKE IT UNNERVINGGG

There's also a cool creature the uuuuh long leg ones. I love that creature!!! THE SKRUNKLY EVEN LIKE IT'D BE A DREAM TO MAKE A CREATURE LIKE THIS

Also I didn't expect the map to look like a uterus tho, it makes me feel more squeamish so that makes it even better. Aside from that, the feels of this place is great and I really like it. 10/10 place

We can forget about the childbirth event tho. That one is horrifying as fuck LMAO

But anyway yeah, that's all I have to say. I feel very happy about this drawing!!

I'm never drawing again/hj

Byeeee

[sweetbunpura]

How about some Rollo x Yuu angst, hehehehehe.

Yuu is eventually going to have to go back to her world right? She wants to go home, doesn't she? Surely she misses the old familiarity and simplicity of her world. No life or death situations or harrowing experiences that leave her mind and body scarred. And what about her mother? Her uncle? The rest of her family? She has so many things left unsaid, so many things left undone...

But, there is no guarantee that if Yuu crosses the boundaries of dimensions again, it won't be a one way trip as her world has no magic.

Yuu wants to go home.

But at the same time, she doesn't.

Because...She's found happiness here.

For as much shit as they give her, She's found friends here.

She's found love here.

She wants to stay, to settle roots, but she can't because she doesn't belong here, and she is made almost painfully aware of that constantly with her friends talking about things she has absolutely no context for or events and figures she's never heard of.

And there is probably still some much of this world she hasn't seen or learned about, secrets both light and dark.

So many things here simultaneously make sense and don't.

It's dizzying.

She misses what was with an ache.

And Rollo?

On one hand, I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to go to a magicless world. It's almost all he's ever wanted since his brother passed, a dream come true. And it's where his girlfriend came from to boot!

His reputation in this world is already ruined, so why not start fresh somewhere new?

Yet, at the same time, his mission to rid Twisted Wonderland remains incomplete. Not only that, but is he truly ok with abandoning everything to live in a world he knows very little about? Could he actually go through with it, despite everything? Leave the comfort of the familiarity and plunge straight into the unknown depths of a brand new world?

He wants Yuu to be safe, but from what cryptic things he's heard from her about her world is it's not exactly a safe place either, even without magic.

There are so many knowns, yet just as equally as many unknowns...

He doesn't want to lose this.

She doesn't want to lose this.

Do they let go of familiarity and take the plunge into uncharted waters? Or do they return to the solace of that which is comfortable?

BUCKLE UP KIDS, HERE COMES A FIC!

Rollo's eyes flick from her, to the glowing white mirror, and then to outside of the Mirror Room where the rest of NRC and Twisted Wonderland awaits. It was a process and a struggle to even find the spell to do this, Crowley was weirdly adamant about not helping until Rollo himself and Malleus managed to find an ancient book full of transportation spells. Then suddenly Crowley was all smiles and trying to take credit for the pair's discovery, which they both shut down and told Yuu the truth. During that time, his and Yuu's relationship had progressed in a way Rollo had never seen coming. He...loved it, loved her, even loved that little furball of hers. But now... She was standing in front of the mirror, looking ethereal as the light bounced around her.

"72 hours is how long it'll stay open for, right?" She says, voice easily heard over the hum of the mirror. "Give me your answer then, Rollo."

He had learned that if it was a serious moment, she would drop the nickname.

"I shall..."

She gives a soft smile, walking over to kiss him on the lips, something else that had taken ages for him to allow. Yuu departs, disappearing into the halls of the school and leaving him contemplating.

"That's a hard choice, NGL."

Rollo seeks advice in Cater and Trey as they sit in Heartslabyul's garden.

"Yeah, drop everything you've ever known for her world or she drops everything for ours." Trey crosses his arms.

"Course, Yuu-chan learned the world, but..." Cater plays with the handle of his tea cup. "It doesn't mean she likes it. It's still foreign to her. She's been through so much shit, so she might wanna go."

Indeed, she had. Rollo remembers the large argument she got in with Malleus after the Overblot fight. It was loud and raw and by the end of it, Yuu had stormed out. Rollo, despite his own wounds, had gone to comfort her. She cried as she hugged him, saying how she had grown tired of all these near death situations and how she should've never been the one to handle any of these. Rollo remembered his plan that night, to dispose the world of magic, for his brother and now for his love. But if he leaves, he can't accomplish that goal.

"What about you, Roll-kun?" Rollo looks up from his cup. "A world with no magic is up your alley."

"It is." He presses his moth handkerchief to his mouth. "But she talks about the danger of it. The fear that comes from being a black woman. Dealing with corruption that buries the little man or the affection families. The fear of war, death, the lack of justice. Her place is a hellscape that even has the world trying to rid itself of them." He sighed. "But it's her home, she has family there."

"Hmm." Trey hummed. "It's a dilemma."

Rollo leaves after that, finishing his tea and bowing as he departs. He thinks it's right to go around and ask similar questions to the others. Rollo knows that the students wouldn't hesitate to have him gone, so he solely focuses on Yuu.

Ace crosses his arms. "Man, I dunno, I think Yuu belongs here. Safer than her place."

Deuce shakes his head. "I'm actually worried about her, I'd feel better if she went home. It'll suck if she left, sure, but she'd be home."

Riddle sets aside his book and crosses his legs. "To say all she accomplished would be an understatement. She's helped us, but now she needs it. She should return home."

Ruggie hums as he leans against the wall. "A lotta things changed since she came here, but I can tell she wants to leave. So let her."

Jack puts down his weights and his ears lower. "I'd like her to stay, I know it's selfish of me..."

Leona glares at him from his spot near the pool. "It's her choice, ain't it? Herbivore can decide on her own, she doesn't need any influence from us."

Floyd pouting as he rests against the bar. "I want Shrimpy to stay... She's better if she's here with us and you, I guess..."

Jade sets down some plates. "It'd be selfish to ask her to stay, but I believe she'd have a better chance here than over there."

Azul puts down his paperwork. "That's a difficult question, but I also know we've hurt her far too much. Let her go home."

Jamil looks at him as he stops stirring whatever's in the pot. "She's a menace, causing more problems for everyone involved. But she saved me and others from our own stupidity. Despite that, it's clear that this was never her home."

Kalim furiously shakes his head. "She can make this place her home! Well, not NRC, but maybe somewhere else? I don't want her to go."

Epel frowns. "She's my friend, so of course I want the best for her. I want her to leave, but I want her to stay too."

Rook taps his arrow against his leg. "It is difficult, non? Madam Trickster is the driving force behind the school. But she is not happy here."

Vil closes his compact mirror. "Potato is old enough to answer this question herself. But if you want my opinion, I honestly don't know."

Ortho hums in sadness. "I think she should leave. I'm thankful for all the help she gave us, my brother and I included, but she's only been helping us, no one's been helping her."

Idia pauses his game, but his eyes are still focused on the screen in front of him. "Being with Yuu-rin was like pulling an R and not knowing she'd be the strongest card in the deck. You don't wanna take her off the team, but you know she needs the rest."

Sebek grumbles. "The hu- Yuu opened our eyes to a lot of things. I'd love her to stay but it'll only hamper her development."

Silver sheaths his sword. "She should go. All heroes end their journey eventually."

Lilia chuckles. "I've retired and she deserves her break."

Malleus is lurking, back facing Rollo. "Are you suspecting that I want Child of Man to stay? We found that spell for her, Flamme. I'm making peace with the fact that she may leave us."

The 72 hours are up and everyone gathers in the mirror chamber. Yuu's standing in front of the mirror, hands in her pockets as she looks at Rollo. She's bathed in light while he and the others are cast in darkness. A stark comparison to what she is to them.

"Well, what's your choice?"

He opens his mouth.

[coalitiongirl]

Oh my god, I just read Markless and I love it so much! The characters, the mark system, the SCENERY— AGGGHHHHHH. So excited for you and sending so much love <3 And the dedication… 😭♥️🫶

I’m wondering if you can explain what some of the gods are! I think I got leopard, snake, and lion, but I wasn’t sure about some of the others like Winged One, Scaled One, Toothed One, Horned One etc :) Was it bird, fish, shark, and I had no clue for Horned One (not a big animal person haha). I wasn’t confident about it being just “bird” or “fish” because I didn’t know if you had something more specific in mind like heron/raven hehehehehe

Thank you!!! I'm so so happy <3

I had so much fun with the names of the spirits ngl. I'm actually trying to remember if I ever explicitly made it clear what the Winged One would be– it was either hawk or vulture because I contemplated both. The Scaled One was the crocodile, the Toothed One the hippo, and the Horned One was the owl!

[somya-tsugikuni]

💌: hey everyone 😊❤️ this is the author of the blog. I just wanted to come in and say that I hope you have a good day/night depending on wherever you are~😌

💌: Another thing, if you guys want me to make this into a series. Then you guys can comment it and ask me/ give me ideas about this au!

🌼 Summary 🌼

The reader challenges her oh so dear husband in a teasing contest. Read to see if she was able to crack her husband's calm exterior~

Warning ⚠️

Female pronouns, Nsfw, swearing, michikatsu being an overprotective brother-in-law

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"Yoriichi!" You called from your room.

"Yes darling?" Yoriichi said coming into the room.

"I want to do something because I am bored!" You said patting the place beside you on your guy's bed.

Yoriichi came and sat down beside you, chuckling at your cute behavior.

"What might you want to do?" He asked you, gently caressing your face.

"I want to do a challenge together..." You said hugging him.

Yoriichi looked at you confused and asked

"What challenge dear?"

" I will tease you and you have to ignore me the best you can" you explained

"Then I will easily win~" yoriichi said smugly smiling.

You puffed up your cheeks and said

"Pfft! You will lose in an instant! I can crack you easily!"

Yoriichi chuckled and nodded his head.

He sat down infront of you and started meditating. You smirked and sat on his lap.

"Yoriichi~" you softly cooed, you felt yoriichi slight stiffen for a sec and then go back to normal.

You giggle and snuggle into his neck and called him again.

"Yoriichi~ won't you look at your lovely wife~"

You heard him slight chuckle... HEheHehehE

Your plan is working.

You started leaving butterfly kisses all over his neck as he just sat there like a statue contemplating his life.🌚

Hmm.. you need to crack his calmness...

"Ahhh~" you moaned into his ears as he shot open his eyes and looked at you surprised.

You giggled and said " Oh-seems like I caught your attention dear~"

Yoriichi changed his expression to his normal neutral expression.

You smirked and snuggled into his neck and kept moaning in his ears.

"Ahh~"

"yoriichi~"

You could literally feel the warmth of yoriichi rising and radiating of his body.

You could also see a few sweat drops on his forehead.

You slowly went to pecked his lips but.....

"Ekkk!!" You squeaked when yoriichi literally pusked you down onto the futon and kissed you like this was the last time he was going to kiss you..

"Mhmmff!!" You try to get him off you but fail miserably as he tightened his grip on you...

Meanwhile-

Michikatsu was just walking to your and yoriichi's house. He wanted to ask if you guys wanted to go hangout with him tomorrow. You and michikatsu were very good friends. Some people could also say you guys were best friends.

When he was just about to knock on the door, he heard

"A-ahh~ yoriichi, ha-harder~ o-oh please!!"

"This nasty bitch🤢 I. am. traumatized. My bestie better be able to walk tomorrow or else yoriichi will not survive tomorrow 🙂🔪" Michikatsu said turning around and walking away.

The next day-

"Yoriichi! You bitch!" There was michikatsu chasing his brother around with a katana in his hands.

"Brother! We can settle this normally-" yoriichi was cut off by michikatsu who continued to chase him and wave his katana around in the direction of his brother.

"This isn't fair! I don't even have my katana to fight back!" Yoriichi said running away from his brother as you watched them from were you were sitting.

"Didn't I tell you already to not bother my sister-in-law with your horny ass!!" Michikatsu said trying to chop his brother while yoriichi sweat droped at his brothers overprotective self.

You were not able to walk because of yoriichi 🌚 so michikatsu was just taking revenge for you... Yes, this has happened before a lot!

You continue to watch your husband run away from your overprotective brother-in-law/ bestie....

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Remember you are beautiful 😘❤️

Bye~

[blossom-hwa]

a little birdie told me to request surfer san at a party idk what that was about but i do kinda want to see skater boy yeosang there too if you're up for that 👀👀👀 heheheheh love u linaaaa <333

/chants/ surfer san surfer san SURFER SAN thank you very much mai for putting this in my inbox I adore you <3 skater yeosang will be up next so I hope you enjoy what I end up spitting out for that one too !

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Set in the same universe as Kickflip (My Heart) (skater!Yeosang) and Hey, Hey - Let Me Kiss You (surfer!Juyeon) :)

I’m gonna cry this ended up being way longer than I thought it’d be but you know what I’m 100% turning this into a full scenario so fuck it it’ll be as long as it has to be

~

Title: Truth or Dare

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Triggers: cursing, alcohol, shirtless woosan for a hot minute, implications of sex towards the end (NOTHING GRAPHIC)

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Okay, so in hindsight, maybe coming to Hongjoong's party knowing you were going to be here was a mistake. In his defense, the water probably wasn’t out of his ears when he told Wooyoung he would come, despite the latter having told him specifically you were going to be there. It probably caused some temporary brain damage. That, and San has never really made the best decision when it comes to crushes. 

Especially you. You’ve been the worst so far. Around all of the others, he’s been able to keep a measure of his confidence, able to flirt a little and initiate something here or there, if it’s reciprocated. But you...

You’re something else. Always have been, ever since Hongjoong introduced him to you in all your gorgeous glory. Which is probably why Wooyoung looked so surprised that San agreed to come without much trouble - he probably thought San would be chicken out immediately and he’d have to convince him. 

San’s here, though, several drinks in and very much buzzed if not drunk, sitting in a circle of people that includes you. Even five or six drunk adults away, San can feel his face heating up when you look in his direction and throw him a wink with that gorgeous smile spread across your face. 

His heart thumps a little faster.

“You look like an idiot,” Wooyoung hisses, jabbing him in the side. “What did I tell you about playing hard to get?”

San rolls his eyes. “Since when did your advice ever make enough sense for me to take it?”

Wooyoung huffs. “You look like a lovesick idiot,” he sniffs. 

San doesn’t deign to reply. 

“Okay, okay.” Hongjoong comes back from wherever he was and settles between Seonghwa and Mingi, a bottle in hand. “Shut up, everyone. We’re playing truth or dare.”

Someone raises an eyebrow. “What is this, high school?”

“The way you all act, I wouldn’t be surprised.” San stifles a laugh at your reply. 

“Says you.” Hongjoong snorts. 

You grin. “Did I ever exclude myself?”

Everyone breaks into laughter that Hongjoong has to calm before setting the bottle in the middle of the circle. “Rules are the same. Spin the bottle, if it lands on you, pick truth or dare. If you chicken out, take a shot.” He raises an eyebrow. “Got it?”

They all get it, even the ones who look a little like they’re on the way to passing out, and so truth or dare begins. 

It’s fun. That might just be because San has been drinking, but when Seonghwa is dared for the second time to write some gross in the air with his butt, he and Wooyoung are falling over each other with tipsy laughter. Hiccuping with giggles, San answers a question about who in this room he’d lick peanut butter off of - “Hongjoong, I like his body.” - and then takes off his shirt for five turns and keeps it off because it’s kind of hot, anyway, and he doesn’t really want to bother putting it back on. Wooyoung isn’t much better - he got dared to take off his pants but Seonghwa forced Yunho to amend it to his shirt, and San pats his friend’s pecs affectionately before the next person goes. 

Eventually, the bottle lands on you. You raise an eyebrow. “Truth.”

“Is there someone you like in this room?” Mingi blurts. 

There’s a chorus of groans, complaints of ‘Okay, this is too high school for me,’ and ‘For real, Mingi? Seriously?’, but San’s attention is on you and the way your expression has turned slightly uncertain for the first time tonight. You bite your lip, staring at the shot glass in your hand like you’re really contemplating chickening out, but then your eyes flicker up and in his direction. 

San’s breath catches in his throat. You didn’t look at him. You definitely didn’t. That was just coincidence. Don’t get your hopes up, San. 

“Alright, alright, shut up.” You raise your voice above the noise of people teasing Mingi. “The answer is yes. I do.”

The complaints turn into oooooohs and wolf whistles and ‘Who is it? Who is it?’ but you’ve already got the bottle in hand and are spinning it in the center of the circle. San barely notices, even when Wooyoung’s hand squeeze his knee - who is the person that you like? There’s like fifteen or twenty people here. It could be any one of them. It’s probably Yeosang. He’s pretty and everyone has had a crush on him at least once. Or Seonghwa? Maybe even Wooyoung?

Cheers erupt all around him and San looks up, startled, to see you glaring at the bottle like it personally wronged you in a past life. 

Because it’s pointing at you again. 

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” someone yells. 

Next to you, Yeosang whispers something in your ear. Your eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would.” Yeosang grins. 

You glare at the bottle some more. “Dare.”

“Everyone shut up, I’ve got this.” San watches in confused silence as Yeosang sits up. “Y/N...” A grin that looks more suited to Wooyoung spreads across his lips. “I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in this room.” 

San’s heart drops with every second that passes. He wants it to be him, badly wants it to be him, but in a room full of people who look like Seonghwa, who look like Dahyun, who look like Juyeon and Chaeyoung and Yeosang and - god, San can’t even list all of the names - 

How would it ever be him?

You make a very rude gesture to Yeosang that has everyone cracking up, but you don’t eye the shot glass this time. Instead, you throw your shoulders back and let your eyes rake over the room. 

“Wooyoung.”

San’s heart drops. Of course it’s Wooyoung, his best friend in every life, one of the prettiest people San himself has ever laid eyes on -

“Move over.” Suddenly, you’re up in San’s face, pushing Wooyoung away. He blinks. When did you come all the way over here? But he doesn’t even have time to ponder the answer to that question because your smile is so close, now, just half a foot separating your lips, and you’re reaching out a hand to cup his cheek and San is short-circuiting as you say -

“Stop me if you don’t want this, okay?”

San blinks. Don’t want what? His heart is beating so fast, faster even than when he catches the highest wave of the afternoon, you’re so close and this is all he’s ever wanted, why would you even imply that this is something he doesn’t want - 

Your lips press against his, and San’s mind goes blank. 

You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him because you think he’s the prettiest person in the room - he, San, Choi San, surfer boy who turned into a mess the day Hongjoong introduced him to you - you think he, of all people in the room, is the prettiest -

It occurs to him that he’s still shirtless. He doesn’t exactly know what to do with that information. 

You pull away and San gasps for breath, eyes staring wide into yours. You smile at him softly, lips slightly swollen with the kiss, and like he’s underwater, San can kind of hear everyone screaming and whistling and whatever in the background, but when you speak, suddenly, everything is crystal clear. 

“Was that okay?” you whisper. 

Yes. Yes. Oh, God, yes - San nods once, twice, three times and then blushes when your smile grows wider and the sparkle he likes so much turns brighter in your eye. 

Nothing he’s ever seen could be more beautiful than you right now, eyes sparkling and lips smiling under the dim lights of the party, pulling him forward for a second kiss.

. . .

The rest of the night passes in a blur. Truth or dare ends, San takes another couple of shots, and you’re somehow by his side the entire time until the party’s over. Both of you stay behind to help clean up a bit, but at around two, Seonghwa shoos the rest of you home, and Wooyoung meets up with San by the door to walk back to the apartment. 

“Move it, Woo.” You appear again, shoving Wooyoung out of the way. “I’m sure San won’t mind if I walk him home instead.”

A horrible grin splits Wooyoung’s features and he nods quickly, giving San a very unsubtle wink made worse by the fact that he drank way more than San did after the game. “Sannie, do you mind?” he asks. Then, not waiting for an answer, he loops an arm through Yeosang’s, who looks very confused. “I’ll see you at home! Or not!”

You and San walk out of the house in silence, mostly because San has too many thoughts at the moment and they’re all jumbling up into one big mess. The euphoria from kissing you earlier has worn off slightly as the alcohol left his system - he’s mostly sober now - which means he’s thinking. Too much. 

“San.” You look over at him, a streetlamp lighting your face. “Come on, I won’t bite.” You smile. “If you have something to ask me, you can say it.”

He blinks. Blinks again. Then, as though your words unleashed a flood in his brain, he asks - 

“Did you really think I was the prettiest person in the room?”

You stare at him, eyes narrowed and surprisingly lucid given how the party went. “Yes, I did. I still do.”

Oh. Oh, okay. San feels a little like he needs to sit down. So the kiss wasn’t just a one time thing - you’d do it again, probably, if he’s interpreting your words correctly - 

“Why?”

This time, you look a little incredulous when the word leaves his mouth. Then you shake your head. “You really don’t think you’re beautiful, do you.” It isn’t a question. 

San ducks his head. For all his usual surfer bravado, the confident face and smile he presents when he’s about to hit the waves, he can’t seem to find the courage to look at you in this moment, to let you really see everything brewing behind his eyes. 

Fingers settle under his chin and tip it up so that he’s looking at you again. “I don’t bite, San,” you remind him again, still smiling. “I happen to think you’re very pretty. Beautiful. And even though I still want to slap Yeosang over the head, I’m very glad he gave me the opportunity to show that tonight.” Your fingers walk upwards to cup his cheek the same way you did when you kissed him. “In case you were wondering, by the way, you were the one I was talking about when I said I liked someone. And I didn’t only kiss you just because you were shirtless.”

A small smile settles on San’s face. It’s strange, the way you seem to be able to read his mind without him saying anything, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. “I like you too.”

“I know. It was a little obvious.” You laugh when San whines, going red under your touch. “I wanted to say something before, kind of ever since I saw you in that wetsuit when Hongjoong introduced us, but it felt like I’d scare you away.” You raise an eyebrow. “Am I scaring you away now?”

Are you scaring him? A little, kind of, but not in a bad way. It’s more like you thrill him, make his heart race faster and faster the longer your fingers linger on his skin. You’re not scaring him away. If anything, you’re scaring him towards you - it’s weird, but that’s the only way San can describe it. He shakes his head. “No.”

“Good.” You grin. “Because if I was scaring you, you probably wouldn’t want to kiss me, and right now I really want to kiss you again.”

Your lips meet once, twice, three times under the dull glare of the lamp on the empty street, San’s arms settling around your waist, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck. When you break away after the third kiss, eyes hooded and lips swollen enough to make San’s mouth go dry, a soft glint appears in your expression. “Want to come home with me?” you ask. “My roommate’s out of town.” San follows the movement of your eyelashes as you blink. It’s captivating. “Feel free to say no. I won't take offense.” 

If it were anyone else, San doesn’t know if he’d believe them. He might stop it here politely, even tipsy as he is, and ask to just go back to his place instead. But he trusts you. Has trusted you from the day he met you. Because nothing in your words or your face ever seems to mask a lie, and besides, his fingers are itching to find their way up your shirt and somewhere else as he kisses you again and again -

He kisses you, laughing against your lips. “I guess I should let Wooyoung know I’m not coming back tonight.”

“Oh, he’ll get the message even if you don’t say anything.” Your grin is brighter than the stars. “Come on, pretty boy.” You kiss him again. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

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The other ghost hummed in contemplation before tapping his mask, “How about this, I give you two of your asked questions but only if you answer them as well, darling.  I cannot simply ramble it all off to you, that would take the fun out of it~.”

4) A memory that your character cherishes “I will tell you my most cherished memory for one, how about that?  I was perhaps seventeen, it was my first time taking someone’s life.  I had not yet found my style nor had I found my identity as a killer, it was my first taste of freshly shed blood and I was practically over the moon.  The boy had to have been around thirteen if I had a good guess.  It was beautiful, he never heard sound as he stupidly wandered too deep into the swamp where no one but the animals would hear his screams.  Oh it was so lovely, it was the only time I used it but that night I had taken my father’s hunting bow with him and it was just, ah, it was orgasmic the way to felt when I heard the thump of the arrow lodging itself into his chest.  “Never in my life before that had I felt so excited and delighted to be alive.  That night me and my little date had a fun time together, not only was he fun to play way, he tasted good too.  I marked the first of many things that night; my first kill, my first kiss, my first meal, my first meal with my victim(s).  And from what I know, they never found the body, presumably the animals got to it after I did.” 8)  Something that makes your character laugh

“Laughter often fails to come to me, I am not much of a laugher and often I have to force any form of it in reaction to comments.  My true humor is quite. . .different and morbid.  I find more humor in irony in my own creations then jokes or puns of any sort.” @ispyaghostie

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Found this short tale I wrote a long time ago to kill some boredom, and decided to slightly rewrite it. Hope someone here enjoy reading it.

[Meanwhile, in the Arkhon Academy of Magic, Loremaster Mattias found it suspicious to see the library door slightly open during night and began a short investigation...]

Well, well, what do we have here? We're approaching the darkest point of the midnight, and here I see four unscrupulous young apprentices in the library reading books far past your bedtime. You lot do realize that it's important for you to get some sleep for the classes tomorrow, right? But I am honestly delighted that you snuck in here just to read some boring old books... so perhaps we could make a little deal. If you let me tell you a story, I will pretend that I didn't catch you in here and you won't have to meet scary old Blackcraft or, worse, the mage tyrant himself. What do you think?

Ah, interested are we? Sit down and wait while I look for a fitting story to tell you. Mmm, not this one... not interesting... they wouldn't understand the deep and complex themes behind this one... they will just fall asleep if I read this one... ha ha! Found a good one. So students, let's extinguish most of the candles and lanterns for a better atmosphere, because now it's time for... the tale of the marshlander!

Ahem, once upon a time, in the small Dynastus kingdom of Noctia, there was a group of young boys and girls who had entertaining days playing with a ball away from the farm, their humble home. It was a time of carefree happiness. However, to the west of the farm, where the swamp realm of Durmem lies, there was a dark and murky swamp that their parents told them to never approach, for it is said to be the feeding grounds of a ghastly monstrosity that feasts on children who disobeys their parents. Of course they're good and proper kids, so they listened to their parents and never wandered into the swamp. At least, until one fateful day...

This day, the strongest of the kids kicked the ball with a little too much force, and sent the ball flying straight into the forbidden bog. Though the children were scared of the mythical abomination within the swamp, the girl who kicked the ball inside there braved her way into the taboo place, for she believes herself more than capable of handling it if it did exist. However, just as she picked it up and turned around to head back to the other kids, a blood-gurgled scream was heard from the faintest part of the swamp, a nightmarish noise the rest didn't fail to hear. Even though they knew that they should ignore the bog and stay as far away as they can, their curiosity overpowered their instinct to flee.

So they wandered into the dim and grim swamp, keeping a lookout for anything dangerous and trying to avoid stepping on something weird. There was a distinctive smell of death and decay, as expected of a magical swamp said to be host to a legendary monster. Terrified and concerned, they snuck their way around... until they froze still. For they saw something that they didn't expect to ever see. It was a monstrous humanoid dragging a man's body on the ground behind it, and carrying a large and bloodied club over its shoulder. The thing had seemingly not noticed the group, so they examined the creature and found it to be quite unusual and horribly unnerving, even by a monster's standards.

Though it had the strength to hold a heavy club, its arm was greatly elongated and skinny beyond belief, looking less like limbs and more silk strings! Even its legs were no different, so what the kids saw with their eyes was an abomination ten times the height of their eldest! Its main body, however, was disproportionate from the limbs, resembling that of a large but flabby man wrapped in moss and plants. They could not make out its face, for it was wearing a wooden beaked mask decorated with noxious looking plants from the depths of the deathly bog. What little they could make out, however, was a huge pair of glowing red and grotesque eyes, fortunately staring forward and not at the direction of the kids.

The children were on the verge of absolute fear, yet lethal curiosity somehow compelled them to investigate this strange abomination in defiance of common sense. They followed the beast to its lair, while it scraped the mud where it walked with the body. Its lair consisted of a cooking pot and what seemed to resemble pelts hanging on the nearby trees... actually, they're not pelts, these were human and elven skins. Expressions of terror came upon the faces of the group once they realized what kind of monster they're watching.

They witnessed a most grotesque sight as the monster held the corpse up, and in a gory display began ripping bones and organs out of the poor man with a brutal force of strength! As blood flowed into the water and guts were forcibly torn out, the man was reduced to nothing but empty flesh once the creature was done, ripe for its collection of skins. Seemingly pleased with its latest work, the beast hung him up with the rest of its work.

Having witnessed this horrific event, the children decided that enough was enough, and attempted to quietly sneak away... right until one of them unwittingly stepped on a grounded and old branch, making it snap loudly in half. Looking back, the monster was standing with its back to the children. They sighed in relief, having assumed that it did not hear it... until its neck twisted unnaturally and the head spun around, looking right at the group with glowing red eyes revealing clear murderous intent.

Fearing for their lives, the kids screamed and ran from the scene as quickly as they could to avoid being the creature's next victims. So important was it for them to get out of there, they did not think twice when they accidentally lost grip on the ball, leaving it behind in the bog. Never looking back after fleeing the marsh, they ran back to the farm house in tears, to the surprise and confusion of their parents. They never returned for the ball, having collectively decided that nothing was worth having to meet that horrible monster ever again. Some say that they sometimes contemplated coming back for it, only to be dissuaded by what seems to be red eyes within the swamp.

Now, you're probably wondering who that was, aren't you? Well, of course, it was the Marshlander in his truest and most horrific form. Boggans might all be malevolent spirits hellbent on murdering any outsider who has ever set foot on the swamplands of Durmem, but the Marshlander is on a different level than the typical Boggan. A monster of pure malice and cruelty, it was supposedly born from the fear of swamps and, unlike the typical Boggan, possess an unusual level of sapience that makes it impossible for the Umbrabog witches to enthrall it. Whereas the average Boggan will leave native Durmemites alone if they're doing nothing to provoke them, the Marshlander has no tolerance for them and will prey upon them with fervor. To this day, Durmemites tell horror stories about it to their children for nightfall tales. I feel the Marshlander is something of a classic horror, though maybe that would imply that the Marshlander isn't real. Indeed, the Marshlander isn't just a mere story. It exists, and it's around to smash someone's head in if they wander into his territory within the swamplands unprepared and unarmed.

...with all that said, rumors has it that there is one Umbrabog witch who has managed to convince it to make a deal, the Dark Witch Terroska herself. In exchange for a monthly sacrifice, it would agree to help her out when needed. But I'd say that trying to have a chat with a primal spirit of evil is a very poor idea, so if you happen to be around within the swamps of Durmem, I wholeheartedly advice against looking for it. None of you are Terroska after all.

Now then, that's the end of that story, and I heavily recommend that you lot go back to your rooms and sleep, for it has likely gone far past the midnight at this point, and there is no telling if someone less lenient might come by and catch you here. Be good children just like the ones in the story. Now, let's keep this meeting a secret between us five, shall we? None of us wants to get in trouble with Blackcraft. He really, really don't like it when anyone breaks the rules. Good night, and don't let the Marshlander catch you! Heheheheh...

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I’m the ghost hunter but for a ghost you’re not so bad and it looks like there might be a way to bring you back on halloween - ash/kaidan hehehehehe

(also here on ao3)

send me halloween prompts!

The first thing Ashley noticed when she opened the trunk ofher car was that she was almost out of rock salt and would have to visit Steveto replenish her supplies soon. It’d be a pain but it was hard to find vendorswho dealt with “supernatural bullshit”. Ashley methodically checked over hershotgun with a sigh, she hadn’t planned on dragging herself out on Halloween ofall nights when prank calls came in all the time but Shepard had personallyasked her to check this out.

He’d been meaning to but had gotten caught up with rumoursof a swamp creature down south and taken Thane – a part swamp creature himself –if he needed negotiations.

The house she was parked in front of certainly looked like anormal house, it sat in the middle of the suburbs in a section of Vancouver,with new bricks and nothing out of the ordinary that made it seem haunted.

Ashley knew that looks were deceiving though. She raised onehand to clutch the crucifix pendant she always wore that her father had givenher. She’d worn it all through her military career, it’d survived gunshots andfire alongside her and before every battle she’d issued a prayer. When she cameback to the states and took over her father’s business of hunting supernaturalcreatures she continued the practice, letting her faith guide her.

“All right,” Ashley took a deep breath and stared up at thehouse, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She stepped inside using a skeleton key that Kasumi hadgiven her for last Christmas and shut the door behind her. The floor creakedunderneath her feet but she didn’t pay any mind to it, heading straight towardsthe stairs. The reports from the last family that had lived there had said thatall the strange noises had come from the attic. Of course those reports hadalso claimed they’d come down one morning to find bacon cooking on the stoveand no one claimed it.

“Guess you’re fitting a Canadian stereotype.” Ashley saidout loud as she crept up the stairs. “If I say please would you disappear?” Sheasked rhetorically.

“Depends.” A voice said next to her ear, raspy and a littlewhispery but clear nonetheless, “Is that shotgun for me?”

Ashley turned on the balls of her feet, pointing the gun inmid air.

“Whoa, whoa, guess that answer’s yes.” It seemingly camefrom midair but as Ashley squinted she could faintly make out a ghostlyoutline. It was harder for them to appear during the day granted but she’dhoped to scope the place out and get ready for the ghost at night.

Rock salt pellets mixed with iron would still pack a punchto it though if push came to shove. By the slightly nervous laugh the ghostissued though Ashley was doubting it would.

She pulled her gun back, ready to fire at a moments noticestill, “I don’t suppose that ‘please’ is still on the table.”

She got the impression the ghost was shrugging, “I’d leaveif I knew how. I’ve kinda been stuck here.”

“Well I might be able to help you with that one.” Ashleyreplied, she relaxed a little now that she could tell this wasn’t a malevolent spirit.“How’d you die.”

“Last thing I remember was coming in here to save a kid. Thehouse was on fire.” The ghost raised a hand, just barely visible, to run itthrough his hair. He was half in the shadows where it was clearer to see hisspectral form which made for an amusing visual.

“That checks out.” Ashley said and tucked her gun away, theghost hadn’t lied to her. The background check she’d done that claimed thehaunting occurred after the house fire was in line with it.

“Wow, testing out a ghost.” The spectral crossed his arms,leaning against the wall and though she couldn’t see his face she knew he wasfrowning at her by his tone.

“Hey, I had to make sure you weren’t malicious.” Ashleyshrugged, “You can never tell in my line of work. Plus the strange noises thingfrom the reports didn’t mention if they were angry or not.”

“I was remembering.” The ghost defended himself, “It was…hard…thosememories coming back.”

Ashley felt a tug of pity and sat on the stairs, motioningfor the ghost to sit next to her. “Do you…remember your name?

There was a pause from him. “Kaidan. That’s it though.”

“Kaidan Alenko.” Ashley offered, “You were in the marines.”

“Yeah I remembered some of that. Bits and pieces here andthere. Mostly I just remembered the fire.” Kaidan sounded lost in thosethoughts.

“Most ghosts will. It’s the memory that ties you to thisworld. But you did a good thing.” Ashley assured him, “You saved the kid.”

“That’s something.”

“And then you scared the next kid that moved in.” Shecontinued in a slightly teasing voice. “Did you really make bacon one day?”

“I felt hungry.” If Kaidan had skin he might have beenflushing. “I wasn’t thinking well.”

Ashley frowned, her eyes narrowing at the air next to herwhere Kaidan resided. “You felt hungry?”

“At first. It went away.” The shadows had fallen over Kaidan’sface, making him more visible to Ashley’s eyes. He was scratching idly at hischeek in thought. “Why’s that important?”

“Ghosts don’t feel.” Ashley said rather bluntly. “You’rejust a spectral form, any emotions you think you have aren’t real.”

“I feel real.” Kaidan said softly after a moment. “Not…Imean not physical.” He squeezed his hands into fists and rested them on hisknees. “I just…feel here.”

Ashley fought the urge to clutch her crucifix and ask whatto do. Suddenly she felt very much out of her element. She’d helped ghosts cometo terms with their death before but feelings like how Kaidan was saying themwas something else.

“Stay here.” She ordered, “I need to make a call.”

“Aye aye captain.” Kaidan snorted, doing a half salute.

“That’s Lieutenant Commander to you.” Ashley joked, smilinga little as she walked out. She felt bad just leaving Kaidan there but sheneeded to confirm something. She moved to the kitchen area to give herself someprivacy.

The phone rang four times before Liara picked up on theother end. She sounded out of breath and had probably had to dig for her phonethrough piles of papers. “Ashley,” Liara greeted her brightly.

“Liara.” Ashley greeted back. “Sorry to make this quick butI’m on a case.”

“Of course.” Instantly Liara’s tone shifted and she soundedevery inch the ready researcher that Ashley knew her as. “What it is it?”

“I’ve got a ghost, but…he says he can feel.”

“And you believe him?” Liara asked and Ashley winced feelingslightly foolish.

“It’s just this gut feeling I have.”

“Ah so you’ve got a feeling back about this ghost.” Liarapaused and Ashley could practically see the amused smile on her face. “Is hecute?”

“I’m pretending you didn’t say that.” Ashley said drily. “Isthere anything about this in your records? On ghosts who can feel?”

Liara hummed, “There is one case. You know him actually.”

“Shepard?” Ashley scoffed, “He wasn’t really dead- oh.” Shestopped herself there and glanced back to the doorway that led to the stairs.

“Perhaps the same circumstances have occurred to yourspectral friend.”

Ashley dragged a hand over her face and sighed, “All right,how do I fix this then.”

“Either kill him all the way. Or do what Miranda did. Bringhim back.”

“Not all of us are necromancy experts.” Ashley grumbled, “ThanksLiara. I’ll call Miranda.” She hung up after Liara’s goodbye and rested herhands on the kitchen counter. Considering her options. It wasn’t her choicereally though, she thought as she looked at the doorway again.

She straightened up and stepped through it, looking forKaidan on the stairs. It had gotten darker already despite that it was stillthe afternoon and Kaidan’s form was clearer. It was easy to see his face wasscrunched up in pain and he was leaning heavily on his elbows which rested onhis knees.

“Kaidan?” Ashley nearly pulled out her shotgun in worry thatKaidan was switching from the genial ghost she’d just met to a more torturousone.

“It’s just a migraine.” Kaidan said through gritted teeth. “I’vehad them all my life. Well,” He lifted his head and his lips quirked upwards inan ironic smile, “My death too it seems.”

That settled it for Ashley, ghosts as she knew them wouldnever get migraines like this. Kaidan was partially still alive.

~~

Miranda was quick and thorough in her instructions as towhat Ashley needed to do.

“You’re in luck.” She said over the phone to Ashley, “Halloweennight will make it easier to pull him back.”

“Even though there’s no body?” Ashley wasn’t much forwitchcraft like Miranda or Samara were. Most of this flew over her head but shewas the only one available now to do it so it was in her court.

“If he has enough of a tangible form that he’s feelingmigraines that’s enough to reform his body.” Miranda didn’t even hesitated, sosure in her explanation.

“All right, I’ll call you if I need to.”

“One thing before you go – sometimes the body doesn’t respondproperly. You may have to shock it.”

“Like with a defibrillator?” She wondered if she had time tosteal one from a hospital.

“No, just something that would shock them – get their bloodpumping.”

From the background Ashley heard Jack make several crudesuggestions and hung up before she could hear another Miranda and Jack fight.Why those two lived together she had no idea.

She walked back into the den where she’d left Kaidan tothink about what she had told him. While she had everything ready it was stillup to him if he wanted to come back.

He looked miserable, sitting in a chair and contemplating. Shewalked over and dragged a chair out next to him, falling into it with anaudible thump.

“What if it doesn’t work?” Kaidan asked, breaking thesilence.

Ashley held in her sigh, “I’ll take care of it.” She said,trying to sound more sure than she felt.

“What would you choose?” Kaidan turned to look at her, thehouse was almost completely dark now, only a few candles illuminated them. Ifshe tilted her head she could swear she could see colour in his cheeks.

“I…” She paused, thinking slowly. “I’d think there’s areason for it. That God wanted me to still do something. I’d have faith.”

Kaidan smiled, “Guess I need to have some faith too.”

She moved to pat his shoulder but stopped before her hand couldgo through it. “Don’t worry Major,” She used the rank he used to have, “I’vegot enough faith for the both of us. Besides.” She grinned at him. “If you comeback you can actually eat the bacon you cook.”

“Now there’s an offer.”

~~

They waited until night fell completely to start the ritualto bring Kaidan back. He couldn’t tough the salts without burning so he stoodsheepishly in the middle of the room while Ashley completed circle after circlearound him of various substances.

Chakwas had promised if there was an emergency that Samaracould make a portal for them and they’d come through but currently she wastrying to help Garrus who had taken a nasty ghoul bite to his cheek.

“Ready?” She asked, taking a breath to steady herself.

“Well I haven’t died from waiting yet.” Kaidan quipped,grinning at Ashley to defuse some of the tension and she was grateful for it.

Miranda had recorded the incantation for her and sent her anaudio file, she had been certain it would work in the format, what mattered wasthat she was heard not that she was physically there.

Ashley clicked play on her phone and let Miranda’s voicefill the room. The circles of salts slowly began to rose around Kaidan and heeyed them nervously but didn’t move.

She wasn’t sure what happened after that, they got to theend of the recording and there was a flash of light as the circles becamesmaller around Kaidan. It temporarily blinded her and she opened her eyesKaidan was lying there in a heap.

She dropped her phone and rushed forward, resting a hand onhis now solid shoulder. He wasn’t responding, just like Miranda had warnedmight happen.

“Please God let this work.” She prayed and then leanedforward and kissed Kaidan, in the heat of the moment it was the only thing shecould think of beyond pouring a bucket of ice water on him. It was like a joltof electricity snapped between them and she nearly yelped, pulling back as Kaidanrose up and gasped for air.

“You did it.” Kaidan said, his voice still raspy in a waythat Ashley realized wasn’t his being a ghost and was just how he sounded.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Major.” She laughed, leaningback on her hands. “You did a little.”

Kaidan snorted and ran a hand through his hair, he lookedlike he was about to say something when his stomach grumbled loudly. “You knowI think you promised me a meal.” Kaidan said and stood up, offering Ashley ahand.

“Actually I think I promised you could cook it.” Ashleyretorted as she took his hand and let herself be pulled up. They stood therefor a minute, grinning wildly at each other. “So, what do you think you’regoing to do next?”

Kaidan blinked, “Hunh. Hadn’t thought of that. I guess I’mtechnically dead to the rest of the world.”

“In my line of work it happens.” Ashley assured him. Shelooked him over and smiled slowly, “I could always use a partner.”

“How’s the pay?”

“Terrible, but the company’s not bad.” Ashley nudged himlightly with her shoulder. “You will have to put up with at least one zombiebit from Joker though.”

“I’ll live.” Kaidan laughed.

“Come on,” She grabbed his hand to lead him out, “Let’s goget you some food before you fade away again.”

“If I start will you kiss me again?” Kaidan raised aneyebrow at her when she glanced back at him.

She smirked, “If you’re lucky maybe I’ll think about it.”

[ask-doggo-things]

Flawed Guardian: Epilogue

* [With the case won, Annabelle now firmly cut out of their lives, and Poppy now legally under Doggo’s care, they meet up at the restaurant with their attornery Celes Galahad and celebrate.]

* [Great food, great place! Though while everyone seemed happy, with that great weight off their shoulders for good, a certain wolf woman acted oddly throughout the entire meal, watching Doggo while getting lost in thought.]

* [No one seemed to pick up on it, at the time, so the meal was finished without incident, going their separate ways right after. However, Doggo couldn’t leave without giving his attorney a thank you and her pay, so while Poppy and Drew heading on ahead back home, he went back to Cele’s office.]

* [He walks in on her staring at some small paper at her desk, a photo maybe, he couldn’t tell. Mrs. Galahad doesn’t notice him, not until he says something as he walks up to her desk.]

* Hey, whatcha staring at?

* [She jumps a bit, gasping and trying to catch her breath, the photo getting slapped face down on the desk in her surprise.]

✶ GOD! Doggo! Don’t sneak up like that! Hrff...

* W-woah! S-sorry! I’ll try not to! Eheheh! Uh, didn’t answer my question though.

* [Celes opens her mouth to answer, before seeming to think better of it, shaking her head, opening a drawer to put the photo in.]

✶ It’s...Nothing, just an old picture I found. Weren’t you going home? Why are you here?

* Ah! Yeah! I gotta pay you! I mean, you just basically saved my entire family, so i’m gonna feel like im not giving you enough but...Er, anyway, what do I owe you?

* [Theres a strange look on Celes’s face at the word “family”, contemplating something. As Doggo begins to pull his wallet out, she motions for him to stop.]

✶ No! Don’t worry about it, keep your money.

* Eh? Uh, you sure? I mean this is your job and all. And with crime not being too high-

✶ It’s alright! Just...Take good care of Poppy, make sure she’s happy...And raise her right!

* Well...Alright! You’re the attorney here!

* [Away the wallet goes, back in his pocket.]

* But seriously, thank you so much, ain’t a lot I can do but if you ever need a favor from me, you got it! I can beat someone up for you or something!

* [That elicits a smile from the wolf, actually seeming to consider his offer.] 

✶  Hm! Maybe I can get you to beat some sense into my husband sometime...But i’ll keep that in mind, thanks.

* Heheheheh! And if you ever come to Snowdin, you got a place at our house whenever you want! Riv has a drop off spot right in town!

✶  I could use some vacation days...I’ll think about it.

* Fair enough. See you later, Mrs. Galahad!

✶  So long, Doggo.

* [They wave eachother good-bye, Doggo walking out, planning to head right home to get started on getting Poppy pulled out of school. As for Celes...She sighs, watching him leave, somber look on her face.]

✶ ...

✶ Hrff...Next time, Celes, you can tell him next time...

[dilkishehnaai]

Hullo! 2, 8, 13, 59, 77

hellooooo!!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?YESSS i LOVE this feeling!!!!! its the best, it sorta like wakes me up and if i’m already thinking really hard about something it will make me contemplate the meaning of life lol :P

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?i listen to songs. a lot. and write. but mainly songs. bollywood has a song for every feeling and every situation so its great. sometimes when i’m sad and i listen to songs i get even more sad but thats ok because songs <333

13: what’s something that made you smile today?my baahubali gifset hehehehehe

59: what’s your favorite myth?ok idk if this counts as a myth but i’m gonna say it does. i love the idea of “saat janmo ke saathi” like yeah thats right, i’m not gonna be a loner ever

77: pink or yellow lemonade?yellow lemonadeee please!!! but also not like the american lemonade. i mean like real nimboo pani. with real nimboo and sugar and chaat masala and ice. none of that fancy powder + cold water stuff.

also i need you to tell me the about the telugu version of jiyo re baahubali cause i dont understand telugu so i just fell in love with the hindi version but you said the meaning of the telugu version is amazing and i am a sucker for lyrics with significant meaning so pls enlighten me

–help me kill time with cute questions

[streetkings-yusa]

Yusa 3/?

Response to this

*****

“Why the fuck do you have the damn Mad Dog’s shirt on for? He do something to you?” Hayato spat. Yusa knew he hated Majima’s guts. She knew the guy had been in love with her since they were in high school, hell, she knew he joined her gang because of that fact. He earned his position of second-in-command, and he was an impressive fighter, to boot. Yusa, though, always felt fucking horrible for the night she ran into Hayato’s arms and into his bed ten years ago. Word about Majima resurfaced as she was rising through the ranks, and she had seen a picture of him, but no, he hadn’t even mentioned her by name. It was like she didn’t even exist to him. She’d heard a rumor that he was even married at some point. She didn’t know if it was true or not, but she felt so hurt and so fucking lonely. Of course, she apologized to Hayato for that night the very next morning, and she even admitted that she wasn’t interested in returning his feelings. “I know,” was his reply, and nothing was said after that. Sure, they hooked up a few times out of pure convenience, but it was mutual, and no strings attached. Still, she always felt bad the morning after because Hayato still looked hopeful.

“He didn’t do a damn thing to me,” Yusa replied as she peeled the shirt off and slung it over her shoulder. “I messed up my shirt fighting his boys, so I took his. Fair’s fair.”

“…it was one of his gang that took your bike? Look, I think Majima’s up to something—“

“Hayato, shut it,” she interrupted. Yusa watched Hayato’s face turn red with growing rage as the topic of Majima continued. “Look, one of his boys fucked up. Hell, Majima didn’t even know it was me until I got into his face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eye grow as wide as it did.” Before Hayato could say any more, as she knew he was ready to do, Yusa glared at him until he stood down. Hayato just shook his head and focused his attention to the juniors in the corner, sorting piles of loose sheets on a table. “I’m gonna go change,” Yusa threw over her shoulder as she disappeared into the lounge. Hayato merely grunted “Yeah, yeah,” in response as she closed the door behind her and clicked the lock.

The lounge was a simply laid out room, with a coffee table and two couches, and toward the back sat a counter with an array of kitchen appliances and instant drinks, ranging from import teas to powdered coffee. Beside the new hot-water dispenser she had just bought sat a tray of snacks, sans said snacks. Hayato must’ve eaten the damn cookies again, fatass. Sighing, Yusa made her way to the far back end of the room, separated by an antique wooden folded divider. Behind this stood her wardrobe, again another antique. It was filled with spare ensembles, had she ever the need to slip into attire appropriate for any occasion.

*beep beep*

Her phone chimed in her pocket, alerting her of an incoming text message. Yusa flipped open her phone and peered down at the screen. “The hell?”

            Yusaaaaaa, hiiiiii ( / ^_^)/ ♡♡♡

She stared hard at the screen. Who the hell was messaging her, and who knew her by name?

            Who’s this?

She waited. Then blip! Several messages flooded through in response.

            my feelings kinda hurt ~ 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。             ya even gave me yer card, too             (＾ｰ^)ノ

There was only one person who could’ve sent her those messages. Yusa was internally pinching herself, everything was coming back again. She wanted to flood the messenger with her rage and her tears, the tears that threatened to spill over again. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t mean to kiss him, wanted to know where the hell he was—her heart raced as her mind overloaded itself with a multitude of emotions. Leaning against the wardrobe, she held her hand to her face and stifled a sob. After several long minutes, Yusa took a deep breath and slowly typed away.

            …Goro-chan.              Hi. ＿φ(￣ー￣ )

It didn’t take long for his reply to come through, yet it felt like an eternity because here she was, talking to him again.

            when’s the next time we can play?             hehehehehe ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Yusa shook her head, moreso to comprehend that he was still replying to her. “He could’ve done that over twenty years ago, that motherfucker,” she mumbled under her breath. Despite the flirtatious nature of the messages (it was so totally him), he wanted to see her again. Yusa waited so long for this fucking moment. She bit her lip to suppress another sob and scoffed. “You wanna play, huh?” It took her several agonizing minutes of contemplation before she typed her reply, thumbs trembling as she did so.

            (♯｀∧´)             Meet me at Pronto in a few and we’ll talk.

Yusa waited in baited breath after she hit SEND. She was extremely nervous, thank fuck the boys can’t see me like this. The minutes felt like hours as she waited for a reply. Shitshitshitshit. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all. Her mind, again, overloaded itself with “what ifs” and “maybes” as she mentally went over how their conversation would go, all of them usually resulting in her crying. After what felt like hours, the chime pulled her back into reality.

             “it’s a date ♡”

Holy. Shit.

Never did Yusa slip on a dress as quickly as she did that moment. She discarded the high-waisted shorts and heeled boots she had been previously wearing. Yusa peeled off the torn black stockings that had been damaged in the parking lot fight and tossed them into the trashcan nearby, replacing them with a fresh new pair. The dress chosen for the meeting (or a date?) was a black leopard-print halter dress with a completely exposed back and a mid-thigh hem. For the sake of the dress, she ditched her bra. She had had enough with dealing with street punks for the day, so Jigoku Dayu was making a special appearance while she was out. Her tattoos were in full view for the world to see. Good. Yusa hurriedly brushed her milk tea hair and pulled it into a high ponytail, the waves regaining their bounce and curl after a bit of TLC. She retouched her makeup, grabbed a shiny gold purse, slipped into a pair of velvet wedges with black leopard spots and golden cat motifs—both new items at her boutique—and took one final look in the mirror. She looked decent enough, she surmised, and stepped out of the lounge, Majima’s shirt in hand.

Upon entering the main office, Yusa was pleased to see that the mess had been cleaned up and files restored, and there was Hayato at her desk on his laptop dealing with delivery forms. On top of the desk were little plastic containers filled with food, unopened. Oh yeah, I had Akagi get me food… “Hayato-kun, go ahead and eat the takeout next to you. I’ve got a last-minute meeting to go to.” She watched Hayato look up from his work, glare at Majima’s shirt, purse his lips, and sigh in defeat. “All right. Be careful. Don’t let your bike get taken again.”

“I’m taking your brass knuckles with me.”

“Wait, what?”

*****

Yusa sat at the bar, nursing her third glass of Kahlua & Milk while she picked at her Tomato and Mozzarella salad. She naturally arrived before Majima did, and her heart was pounding as she waited. What the fuck was she going to say to him? “Hey, honey! How was your life for twenty-two years? I became a gang leader to find you, isn’t that great?” She had no fucking clue. Yusa downed her glass and ordered a fourth. She was turning into a nervous wreck, and not even Hayato’s brass knuckles in her purse would calm her nerves. Right next to her purse on the counter was Majima’s shirt, folded up nicely. It kept her occupied while she waited for her food, but of course it didn’t take long.

And there it was. The bells jingled as they signaled the door opening behind her, his footsteps growing closer to hers. His voice called out to her as he approached the counter. Take a deep breath, Yusa. Say hello, don’t cry, don’t yell—

She turned around and slapped him across the cheek.

[rainbowchae]

Let’s see for wedding cake flavor I’m thinking like red velvet cause keep it classy but alternatively scrap the cake entirely and do something different something funky idk what yet tho im still contemplating

Hehehehehe red velvet yesssssssssssss

[standarddrake]

I wrote a thing and I wanna share it

[This story is told from the viewpoint of Loremaster Malgas of the Krizonian Institute of Black Magic]

Well, well, what do we have here? It's at the darkest point of the midnight, and here I see four unscrupulous young apprentices in the library reading books when it's supposed to be your bedtime. You lot do realize that it's important for you to get some sleep for the classes tomorrow, right? Heheh, but I am honestly delighted that you snuck in here just to read some boring old books... so perhaps we could make a little deal. If you let me tell you a story, I will pretend that I didn't catch you in here and you won't have to meet scary old Blackcraft. What do you think?

Ah, interested are we? Sit down and wait while I look for a fitting story to tell you. Mmm, not this one... not interesting... they wouldn't understand the deep and complex themes behind this one... they will just fall asleep if I read this one... ha ha! Found a good one. So students, let's extinguish most of the candles and lanterns for a better atmosphere, because now it's time for... THE TALE OF THE MARSHLANDER!

Ahem, once upon a time, in the small kingdom of Noctia, there was a group of young boys and girls who had entertaining days playing with a ball away from the farm, their humble home. It was a time of carefree happiness. However, to the west of the farm, where Durmem lies, there was a dark and murky swamp that their father and mother told them to never enter, for it is said to be the feeding grounds of a ghastly monstrosity that feasts on children who disobeys their parents. Of course they're good and proper kids, so they listened to their parents and never wandered into the swamp. That is, until one fateful day...

This day, the strongest of the girls accidentally kicked the ball with a little too much force, and sent the ball flying straight into the forbidden bog. Though the kids were scared of the mythical abomination within the swamp, the girl who kicked the ball inside there braved her way into the taboo place, for she never truly believed her parents' claims about the monster. However, just as she picked it up and was about to head back to the other kids, a blood-gurgled scream was heard from the faintest part of the swamp, something the other kids didn't fail to hear. Even though they knew that they should ignore the bog and stay as far away as they can, their curiosity overpowered their will to run.

So they wandered into the dim and grim swamp, keeping a lookout for anything dangerous and trying to not step on something. There was a distinctive smell of death and decay, as expected of a swamp said to be host to a legendary monster. Terrified and concerned, they snuck their way around... until they ceased. For they saw something that they didn't expect to ever see. It was a monstrous humanoid dragging a man's body on the ground behind it, and wielding a large club over its shoulder. It had seemingly not detected them however, so they examined the creature and found it to be quite unusual, even by a monster's standards.

Though it had the strength to hold a heavy club, its arm was greatly elongated and skinny beyond belief, looking as though that the arms were nothing but silk strings! Even its legs were no different, so the kids saw an abomination ten times the height of their eldest! Its main body, however, was disproportionate from the limbs, resembling that of a large but weak man wrapped in moss and plants. They could not make out its face, for the monster was wearing a wooden beaked mask decorated with noxious looking plants from the depths of the deathly bog. What little they could make out, however, was a pair of red glowing eyes.

The children were on the verge of absolute fear, yet lethal curiosity somehow compelled them to investigate this strange abomination in defiance of common sense. They followed the beast to its lair, as it scraped the mud where it walked with the body. Its lair consisted of a cooking pot and what seemed to resemble pelts hanging on the nearby trees... actually, they're not pelts, these were human skins. Expressions of terror came upon the faces of the group once they realized what kind of monster they're watching.

They witnessed a most grotesque sight as the monster held the corpse up, and began ripping bones and organs out of the poor man with a brutal force of strength! As blood flowed into the water and guts were forcibly torn out, the man was eventually nothing but empty flesh once the creature was done, ripe for its collection of skins. Seemingly pleased with its latest work, the beast hung him up with the rest of its work.

Having witnessed this horrific display, the children decided that enough was enough, and attempted to quietly sneak away... until one of them unwittingly stepped on a grounded and old branch, making it snap loudly in half. Looking back, the monster was standing with its back to the children. They sighed in relief, having assumed that it did not hear it... until its neck twisted unnaturally and the head immediately turned around, looking right at the group with glowing red eyes showing clear murderous intent.

Seeing this, the kids screamed and ran from the scene as quickly as they could to avoid being the creature's next victim. So important was it for them to get out of there, they did not think twice when they accidentally lost grip on the ball, leaving it behind in the bog. Never looking back after fleeing the marsh, they ran back inside the family house with tears, to the surprise and confusion of their parents. They never came back for the ball, having decided that nothing was worth having to meet that horrible monster ever again. Some say that they did sometimes contemplate coming back for it, only to be dissuaded by red eyes seen within the swamp.

Now, you're probably wondering who that was, aren't you? Well, of course, it was the Marshlander in his truest and most horrific form. Boggans might all be malevolent spirits hellbent on murdering anyone who has ever set foot on the swamplands of Durmem, but the Marshlander is on a different level than the typical Boggan. A monster of pure malice and cruelty, it was supposedly born from the fear of swamps and, unlike the typical Boggan, possess an unusual level of sapience that makes it impossible for the Umbrabog witches to enthrall it. Even now, Durmemites tell horror stories about it to their children for nightfall tales. I feel the Marshlander is something of a classic horror, though maybe that would imply that the Marshlander isn't real. That's right, the Marshlander isn't just a mere story. It exists, and it's around to smash someone's head in if they wander into his territory within the swamplands unprepared and unarmed.

...with all that said, rumors has it that there is one Umbrabog witch who has managed to convince it to make a deal, the Dark Witch Terroska herself. In exchange for a monthly sacrifice, it would agree to help her out when needed. But I'd say that trying to have a chat with a primal spirit of evil is a very poor idea, so I suggest that you don't try to look for it. You're not Terroska after all.

Now then, that's the end of that story, and I heavily recommend that you lot go back to your rooms and sleep, for it has likely gone far past the midnight at this point. Be good children just like the ones in the story. Now, let's keep this meeting a secret between us five, shall we? None of us wants to get in trouble with Blackcraft. He really, really don't like it when anyone breaks the rules. Good night, and don't let the Marshlander catch you! Heheheheh...