#i feel much better about this starter

[getsusekaii]

in a tucked away corner of a small district, one can find many shops and services open from the mid afternoon into the late night. one such place is a parlor, where the front doors feature eight men in extravagant costumes, and wonderful photos to show their appeal. one would and could easily mistake them for idols, and perhaps to some they are, but they would be wrong. a host club named ‘devil division’, most famously known for the males who worked inside, and the types of clients they would take on.

denji munches on his lunch, a glass of alcohol sat untouched beside him. he's not a big drinker, and it was a courtesy drink anyways, being one of 5 other hosts who would cater to men and women who wanted anyone to help fill their tables for the night. rarely was he ever called individually, but he doesn't mind making just enough to be able to support himself and cover his living expenses. it probably doesn't help he's on temporary suspension — ‘it's for your safety, denji-kun. you made that customer quite angry,’ ms. makima would tell him, her voice devoid of any disappointment yet denji felt it anyways.

he was currently chilling by himself when he felt a presence beside him; he doesn't bother to look up from his manga until he finished the page, amber eyes following the dark pressed pants up, up to the torso of a neatly pressed shirt and tie, up til they landed on a nearly familiar face. well, he's not that familiar; he's only been here for about two weeks when ms makima introduced him as the new security personnel. moreover, because of denji's fuck up, he was set up to be denji's personal bodyguard until things could be smoothed over.

denji finds yoshida's company to be a bit odd. ever since his appearance, hosts of the parlor have set up a challenge to get him to come spend money on them. it's a strange challenge, denji thinks to himself eyebrow raised at the other male who seemed to escape from the chaos of the main hall. he looks back to his manga, “yenno, i'm pretty sure i don't need ta be protected back 'ere. 't's just th' break room.” he says without looking up.

@smilemuse gets host! denji

[enypneon]

i've been thinking about this a lot. but i need to shorten my muse list drastically. with the work outside of rp that keeps piling up, i don't have the energy to tend to all of my characters equally. which is unfair towards those waiting for their replies/messages/etc. over many months. not to mention that i don't even get to write down all the headcanons, which are spiralling in my head.

so these are the ones i will keep:

anouar, aventurine, eris, evren, foenix, heimdall, slavoj, songbird and vincent

for easier execution, i will move to a new blog ─ and turn this one into an archive (temporarily), eventually deleting it. i'm aware of the starters i won't be able to reply to because of this decision and i hate to do this when you guys have spent time and effort on them. if you do choose to follow me on my new blog, i can offer you a new starter with a new muse!

apart from this, consider the blog on a mini hiatus. until i have set up everything and can post another update.

again, i am truly sorry for the inconvenience this may cause. in case you want to get a private update/receive the link in the dms for whatever reason, feel free to let me know. of course, you have every right to break mutuals from this point on and there will be no hard feelings, i promise.

[prosebushpatch]

So I decided to restart my animal crossing new leaf for the 3ds file completely but I didn't know that Tom Nook would OFFER TO BUY the entire town and let you carry over the money to the new town and it's hysterical because the mayor basically peaces out, cashes in on 30 million bells, changes entire identity, and accidentally becomes the mayor in a new town. There's a fanfic there but I'm too lazy to write it.

[sevicia]

I wanted to make a cleaner summary of last week's classes and also review the classes I have this week since the material is already uploaded beforehand but I was feeling so horrible throughout the day that when I sat down I was just gonna look at the ones for tomorrow but I think I'm just gonna go to bed because I just gave my little numbers game a few tries and not even the joy of tribial elementary school-level math games is bringing my brain cells and/or full sentience back

[byanyan]

i think i'm gonna pause my queue and stock it up a little again while periodically replying to & posting those unhinged ask prompts just so there's some writing on my blog over the course of however many days it takes me to amass enough content that i feel i can start the queue again...

[fierykitten2]

So I just discovered Quaquaval’s Dream World artwork and it is absolutely fabulous! More fabulous than it normally looks, and it’s extremely fabulous anyway. This artwork almost makes me wish I chose Quaxly but I prefer Meowscarada so I guess I’ll just have to leave the fabulous gay duck in Nemona’s care. Also that means I only have to see Skeledirge in one battle because if I chose Quaquaval Nemona would’ve chosen the ugly croc. On the plus side, you know how much I love F-Zero? Well I may or may not have decided that Falcon’s starter would be the Quaxly line

[vaugarde]

its so funny being a pokemon and kirby fan bc of fanservice like pokemon fans will bite and growl when gen 1 gets preferential treatment over and over again while kirby fans hear green greens remastered for the 60th time and collectively shout with joy

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

baking is the one thing in the world where it's like. in grocery store. $5 for bread??? i can't fucking afford that. *goes home and makes $1 a loaf of objectively better fresh bread*

[ciphertone]

@doctornota liked for a color theory starter !

He's been trying to avoid looking at himself for a while now. He'd caught a brief glance at the start of this whole thing, and it .. well, let's just say he'd been quick to bury that feeling. Blue. It'd just had to be blue, didn't it? Despite his attempts to ignore it, it stains everything he touches. The reminder follows him everywhere he goes, and everything fights to bring it to the forefront of his mind. Catching a glimpse of himself in a nearby shop window was apparently the final straw, leaving him unable to look away.

He's been staring for a good while, now, stuck in a sort of limbo with the urge to lash out at something, and just wallowing in misery. Unfortunately anger isn't in his current palette, so the latter is winning over the former. His hands gripped into a fist at his sides, and his stare is intense towards his reflection. Self deprecation and guilt eats at his thoughts, drowning out the world around him. He at least seems to come back around to reality when the sounds of footsteps fall behind him, although there's an active effort exerted in acknowledging them. For the sake of all things unholy, he really, really didn't want to deal with people right now; both in general and when he's like this. It's pathetic, frankly - nobody should see this.

"Could you leave? Or do you like kicking people when they're down?"

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

what the fuck did I just watch 😭😭😭

[mad-hunts]

@babydxhl asked: i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.

the sting that barton felt from his shoulder being popped back into place is sharper than even he could've anticipated — and honestly, part of him definitely was tempted to attribute this to the rough way in which mary did it. so, naturally, as barton would've put it; he was very vocal about his displeasure towards her methods and a few rather creative expletives in french left his mouth after it was done. a loud hiss left his mouth as well, then, as barton grasped his shoulder with his other hand in pain. he let out a low and incredulous chuckle at her words, ❝ ooh... ' i didn't say i was going to be nice to you, ' my ass! why on earth did you do it like that? i told you how to do it, and you completely ignored me! ❞

barton flung his arm to the side several times as if he believed that would help him get past the feeling before letting out a frustrated groan. it seemed like no one ever wanted to listen to him, did they? barton narrowed his eyes at mary for a moment before inhaling deeply to try to regain his composure, ❝ you know, you're making it really hard for me to like you. but whatever. i guess it doesn't matter in the end that you pushed my shoulder in like it'd done something to you personally, just that you did. so — ❞ the dollmaker resisted the urge to let his lips curl down in a bitter snarl, ❝ thanks for the help. i wouldn't have been able to do that on my own. ❞ he averted his eyes from the other, a neutral expression overtaking his face.

[unluckyxse7en]

I bring a "guy you can just ignore/talk over" vibe to the discord that my BPD really don't like

[coldvampire]

i think it’s time for another social break.

[deathxproof]

technically I get out of work early (compared to my usual schedule) tomorrow so I’m…. Hoping to get some writing done. or I could pass out as soon as I’m home from work because wake up early. who’s to say.

[ssahotchnerr]

omg could you maybe write something about reader going to one of jacks soccer games and all of the moms are jealous of her bc she’s with hotch

not so friendly competition

omg i absolutely can cw; fem!reader, jealous suburban moms, one tries to make a pass at aaron, established relationship, small angst?, pettiness, aaron being adorable <3 wc; 1.3k

from the moment you arrived - a hand clasped in aaron's, jack excitedly sprinting ahead the two of you - you could feel the target on your back.

the warm, refreshing morning suddenly felt quite stuffy. as if strangely enough, there wasn't enough air to go around. the feeling especially solidified when aaron gave you a sweet, parting kiss - him off to uphold his coaching duties, you off to find a spot on the grass to set up your chair.

you half expected it, the feeling out of place and self consciousness; this was jack's second season playing soccer, aaron's second season coaching, and most of the players had returned from last year. long story short, and entering a relationship with aaron only a few weeks after jack's season had concluded, you were the new face.

not only that, you were missing a common trait amongst the others. you weren't, by definition, jack's mom.

it was a silly, technical notion, and it was quite possible you weren't the only outlier, but you simply wanted to belong there just as much as the others. to feel as if you belonged.

and that's definitely not how you currently felt.

despite your perception - hoping you had falsely and quickly misjudged the atmosphere - you offered the moms a smile and a hello as you got settled. you got maybe one, two responses in return, before they resumed their ongoing conversation without you. any hopefulness that remained, deflated as you sat there silently.

and while you weren't exactly listening to them, you could still make out bits and pieces of their conversation. however, your ears fully perked up at the mention of aaron. which also brought you into the discussion.

"you're with the coach?"

her question wasn't based on genuine interest, a getting-to-know-type basis, a friendly conversation starter. but, it was rather accusatory, as if you'd done something detrimentally wrong.

you nodded, your eyebrows furrowing briefly in confusion. "yes?"

"like... with him?"

oh.

the standoffish environment wasn't due to you being unwelcome, or, at least not in the way you had previously anticipated. it was jealousy, plain jealousy. they must've spent all of last season ogling aaron, and here you were, getting in the way.

again, you nodded in confirmation. a few grimaces were produced amongst several faces, igniting something deep within you, suddenly feeling very protective of aaron and your relationship.

you casually shot back, relentlessly, "why, is that a problem?"

the mom shrugged, pulling her eyes from yours annoyingly, as if you'd done her an injustice.

she didn't stop there though, uttering something under her breath. while you didn't hear what it was exactly - the low tone definitely indicated she had just insulted you in one way or another.

and choosing to remain on the civil side, you held your tongue.

the whispers continued sparingly; as much as it stung, and as much as the red-hot feeling that had settled in your body was uncomfortable, why should you let it affect you? they weren't a threat, they were suburban moms - probably peaked in high school, probably relied off their husband's salary, probably thought they were better than each and every person they came across.

you could be annoyed, but you weren't worried. the bigger picture, you had what they wanted; you had aaron. you've already won, despite any fights they attempted to pick.

"i need to stretch my legs." the same woman abruptly said, loudly to gain your interest.

she promptly rose, walking towards the team's bench. or more specifically, right up to aaron.

she was quick to strike up a conversation with him - overdramatizing her already-shrill laugh, displaying open body language, the sweetest smile she could muster up.

what did you in, a 'friendly' touch to his arm before she retreated, whenever she finished saying whatever the hell was so important she had felt the need to interrupt his coaching for.

and throughout such, aaron appeared as his typical friendly self as he engaged with her, as expected. although a look of confusion did flash across his face when she graced his arm.

your jaw clenched in anger, but you kept reminding yourself: her actions were just to spite you, just to piss you off, and you refused to give her the reaction she seemingly so desperately craved.

so when she returned, with an awfully smug look plastered on her face and dropping into her chair with a sense of pure satisfaction, you kept your focus forward. you came to watch jack's game, and that's exactly what you were going to do.

but during the mid-game break, once aaron had finished talking with the kids and they sprinted back onto the field to practice some goals, did you approach him.

"hi sweetheart," aaron mumbled into your skin as he kissed your temple, one of his hands comfortably finding your back. "enjoying the game?"

you nodded, offering him a timid smile.

"what's wrong?"

"nothing." you lied, tucking yourself into his chest. you took a deep breath and sighed, smelling the traces of light sweat and grass clinging to him.

"you don't think i buy that, do you?" he asked, a gentle, almost comical tone to his words - all to lighten up your present tension. "what is it?"

you shook your head, "i don't want to talk about it..." your eyes shot over to your new best friends, whose eyes were glued to the two of you. "here."

aaron glanced over at them, profiling immediately. "are they giving you a hard time?"

after a moment's hesitation, an annoyed huff escaped you. "let's just say they're not too happy that the coach is taken."

"what?" aaron laughed breathlessly, his face scrunching the smallest amount in confusion. "half of them are married."

"clearly that doesn't matter, they're still over there undressing you with their eyes." you arched an eyebrow, the scowl on your face only deepening.

"c'mon, you're too pretty to make that face." aaron lightly teased, kissing your pout gently. at the touch, your face did relax, the ends of your lips itching to turn upwards into a smile.

"oh they're gonna hate that you did that."

aaron shrugged, kissing you again. "let them."

you surrendered yourself to your smile, but you still frustratedly crossed your arms in front of your chest. "it's ridiculous."

aaron was quick to untangle your hands, holding onto them and applying a gentle squeeze. "you know you don't have competition. you have me."

"i know. that's why i feel so stupid i'm letting it bother me." you gritted through your teeth. "what did that one woman even say to you?"

"truthfully, i couldn't tell you. i wasn't paying attention." he answered honestly, his eyebrows drawing into a line as he even attempted to mentally recall it.

you couldn't help but laugh, pressing yourself more into him. "you're insufferable."

"i try." aaron joked, but his expression switched tactics, to genuine concern as he moved in front of you, "in all seriousness, are you going to be okay?"

"yeah." you brought your hands to his chest, running your thumbs against his pecs affectionately. you already were. "i have you, don't i?"

"and you could always stay here with me." aaron playfully, but earnestly offered. "and be my beautiful, thoughtful, astounding, beautiful assistant coach."

"you drive a hard bargain," your eyebrows rose, feeling his chuckle underneath your fingers. "but it's okay. i'm not gonna let them think they're running the show, or that they can step on me like that." you shook your head. "and as needed, i might have to flaunt you around."

aaron grinned, proudly. "that's my girl."

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜