#i will make a special pic for when i get the shiny though

[spectraltenkai]

"A Pokemon lives on an uncharted island, you see. All we know is that it brings horrid nightmares... but I think it blames itself for a power beyond its own control, hiding away from all to not make them suffer."

Songs: Vs Sinnoh Legendary (DPPt)

New Moon's hint brings a being that is usually scorned, feared, or loathed for the ability Bad Dreams- Darkrai! Depending on where you look, Darkrai is actually more of a tame Pokemon over something malicious. If ya know the latter though, no spoilers!~

Seriously though, Darkrai is such a cool Pokemon. To this day I am STILL shiny hunting it in BDSP... it's been a tad too long for my liking though, almost as long as my shiny Arceus hunt honestly. But if my memory serves me right, Darkrai doesn't mean to give bad dreams- that or it gives bad dreams just to get others out of its territory, I forget which one it was... eh, both work depending on the individual!

[vandme12]

Ronin x Reader, where ronin puts on a personal show (Hehe, a LIL murder in alleyway) for reader because they need inspiration?

TW : BLOOD, GORE

Beauty of Rot, Beauty of Him - Ronin x Reader

You were dumb.

Like, really dumb.

"Hey, can anyone with experience killing someone with a crowbar DM me?? it’s really important!! tysm."

You posted that. On a dark web board. Like some beginner in need of a walkthrough.

An ask for how to kill a person. With a crowbar.

And as it turns out? The best fucking mistake you ever made.

Error: UNKNOWN. Error: Not So Unknown Now. Error: You Got a Boyfriend Out of It.

Because someone did message back.

Not just someone. The Butcher. Your Butcher. Now your boyfriend. Rotten God of Uptown’s back alleys, crowned in cartilage and martyrdom, crowned in blood.

They say he gores people like he’s stringing violins from intestines, splashes the brickwork with bone-shards and sin. Swings that crowbar like a conductor, splatters skull into halo, makes murder into gospel.

And now? He’s yours.

You still remember when he dropped a key into your DMs like it was a gift from the Devil himself — well, maybe it was. A server. A red room. A laugh.

Don’t be so Obvious smh you’re Gonna Get Caught — that’s what he said. Right before giving you access to a Discord/j full of serial killers.

Butchered usernames. Gutted profile pics. Everyone trying to one-up each other in filth and finesse. You, though? You got something better. You got Ronin.

It’s been ten months since that fateful crowbar moment. Ten months of selfies Ten months of late-night convos about blood viscosity. Ten months of soft-spoken I love yous whispered between ruptured lung sacs.

Romance is bleeding. And your boy wants to treat you.

No dinner. Just a murder.

goreboy: hopin to see ya darlin

You feel it in your bones — not fear, not nausea. Anticipation.

Your own personal red room. You joked about it once — and Now, he's gonna put on a show.

You don’t know who the target is. Might be a monster. Might be some guy who cuts lines at the bank's Ronin never tells you until the blood’s already pooling.

That’s part of the fun. Inspiration on impact.

You're wearing boots that can step through brain matter. You took a shower before this, which was stupid. You’ll be showering in blood anyway.

You turn the corner.

There he is. Leaning against the brick wall like some kind of death-dealing delinquent Cupid. Crowbar slung over his shoulder. Eyes bright, blackhole-shiny, grin split open across his face like a peeled fruit.

He’s all gore and glamor, all ruin and romance, a boy made of butcher cuts and fucked-up poetry.

"Heya, Darlin," he drawls, teeth white like an Angel's ruin

You smile. You’ve always been ready.

You DMed him first, obviously. No shame. No fear. Just that familiar static in your lungs, that high of being this close to something filthy.

you:

hey butcher boy u swingin that crowbar tonight or just compensating again

goreboy

oh look. it’s my favorite little freak. thought i smelled ink and desperation u comin or what? red carpet’s wet. might be brain. might be yours. let’s find out.

you:

damn do u flirt with all your victims like this or am i special

goreboy:

only the ones who write poetry about spinal cords and call me cute after i break a jaw sideways hurry up darlin. don’t keep the devil waitin.

He always knew just how to say I missed you.

And then it dropped. The real thing. No flirting this time, not exactly.

Just:

EXECUTIONER: "come to Purgatory. tonight. bring whatever weird notebook shit u scribble in. I’ll give you something worth writing about." "devil says hi, btw.

"lil mean tonight. love that. keep talkin shit and i’ll carve your name in someone’s ribs. wanna see?"

He always knew just how to say I missed you.

And then it dropped. The real thing. No flirting this time, not exactly.

—

You pack a bag.

Notebook

Pen

Knife (not to use. just in case.)

A dream.

You saw him before you really saw him.

The man—his prey, his canvas—was huddled near a dumpster, shaking like a leaf in acid rain. Eyes blown wide, lips parted in a silent scream, knees buckled in a prayer that wouldn’t be answered. Sweat clung to his brow. His hands were bound, taped in a trembling little bow, like a gift no one wanted to unwrap.

And then there was Ronin.

He wasn’t even touching him yet.

No, Ronin was pacing slow, crowbar dragging behind him like a leash, metal shrieking against the concrete just enough to set teeth on edge. His steps were too measured, too graceful—it was a dance. A fucked-up, symphonic ballet of menace.

He didn’t even look at you as you stepped into the scene. Just kept circling.

Like a shark in a kiddie pool.

"Oh God," the guy whimpered. "Please, man, I didn’t do anything—"

Ronin tilted his head, cracking his neck with a sickening pop. Still no words. Just a smile. That smile—the one that made your spine tighten and your thighs clench. Not out of fear. Not entirely.

You crept closer, notebook in hand, but the man saw you now—you, not Ronin—and his face twisted.

"You—you’re just standing there?! Help me! This guy’s insane!"

You blinked, like a deer caught in headlights made of raw meat.

"I’m with him," you said quietly. Then added, "Kind of a date."

The man screamed.

Ronin cackled.

"Fuck, Darlin.. he gasped between laughs. "You’re really gonna make me blush sayin’ sweet shit like that."

You felt your face heat up, but not with shame. Not even guilt. Just... thrill.

"You’re scaring the hell out of him," you muttered, crouching behind the safety of your notebook.

Ronin raised a brow, licking blood from the side of his thumb like frosting. "I am the hell. C’mon. Say that one again."

You scribbled, breath uneven. Quoting yourself like a freak. “You’re scaring the hell out of him.” Then added in shaky ink: He is the hell.

The victim whimpered louder, rocking side to side now, muttering prayers like they were protection spells. You honestly couldn’t blame him. You felt the tremble in your own bones too. But it wasn’t fear—it was awe. That knife-edge thrill of watching a master at work.

You looked up.

Ronin was closer now. He’d stopped circling and was crouched in front of the guy, crowbar in one hand, the other under the man’s chin, lifting it with casual gentleness. It was obscene, the contrast. Like a lover about to kiss.

"Tell me a story," Ronin whispered to him. "Tell me why your blood’s gonna be special."

The guy was sobbing now, babbling nonsense. Ronin leaned in closer. "No? Then I’ll tell you one."

He turned to you, eyes glinting.

"You wanna write this down, Darlin"

You didn’t say yes. You didn’t have to.

Pen kissed page. And Ronin began.

"Once there was a man who liked to lie. Said he never hurt nobody. But lies?" He brought the crowbar up and rested it against the man’s cheek. "They rot the tongue. They rot the heart. I’m just the gardener."

CRACK.

You jumped.

The guy screamed. Blood bloomed across the bricks, painting the wall in fast, arterial strokes.

You’d never seen anything more horrifying. You’d never seen anything more beautiful.

You wrote that down too.

Ronin didn’t stop—not for a while. He moved like a conductor, crowbar rising and falling to an unheard symphony. The victim’s screams grew hoarse, then wet, then stopped altogether. The sound of metal on bone filled the air like church bells.

By the end, it didn’t look like a body.

It looked like art.

Red. White. Pulp. A rose garden of gore.

Fuck the guy's still alive.

Ronin finally straightened, shirt soaked, crowbar slick. He looked sated. Not tired. High.

And then, impossibly—he turned to you. Soft.

"You alright?"

You stared at him. Then down at your notebook. At your handwriting—jagged, fast, shaking. At the sketches in the margins. At how much you’d written. How inspired you were.

He steps back into frame like it’s stage left. Wipes the smile off his face and puts on something worse—an expression that’s all serenity. Peaceful. Reverent. Like a man praying before he wrecks something holy.

And that poor fucker on the ground? He’s trembling so hard his bones might rattle apart. You wonder if he even knows what's coming. Or if Ronin’s already told him. Whispered it sweetly in that honeyed voice, dripping rot like nectar, how he was going to make him into something worth remembering.

Ronin lifts the crowbar.

Not like he’s about to kill a man.

Like he’s about to paint.

CLANG.

It smashes into the ground beside the guy’s ribs again—just a tease. A wet warning. You watch as blood speckles the concrete. Not even from the hit—just from the fear. He’s bleeding from the nose now. A stress rupture. Ronin looks delighted.

“There it goes,” he says softly, watching the crimson dribble down. “Like clockwork.”

You find yourself breathing harder.

And you’re writing.

You don’t even realize it at first, not consciously. The pen scratches across the page like it has its own mind:

“He doesn’t kill for fun. He kills for structure. For design. For detail.” “Each bruise has placement. Each scream has volume.” “He doesn’t kill people. He erases them, makes meaning of them.”

Ronin kneels again. Cups the guy’s chin like he’s posing a doll.

“Don’t pass out now,” he hums. “We ain’t hit the chorus yet.”

You whisper, half-joking, “Tell him it’s for art.”

Ronin doesn’t even glance your way this time. Just smiles wider.

“It’s for art,”

The scream that rips out is pure animal.

You flinch. And then—you don’t. Because it’s addictive. The sound of it. The feeling of being here.

Watching Ronin twist something alive into something raw. Something else.

You’re starting to wonder if this was always inside you. If it just needed the right person to peel the skin back and expose the nerves. You look down at your page.

You’ve drawn him.

Not the man on the floor. Ronin.

Sharp cheekbones. Bloody hands. Wide grin like a god with no church but his own red room. There’s a halo of crowbars around his head like a saint of carnage. And beneath it, you’ve scrawled:

“I think I love him.”

You almost laugh at yourself.

But you don’t tear the page out.

Ronin’s looking at you now. Not saying a word. Like he knows what you wrote. Like he could taste it through the air.

He stands slowly. The guy’s still breathing—barely. He’s not dead yet. You think Ronin’s waiting on you.

“Darlin’,” he says, voice slick with mirth and menace. “You wanna pick the finishin’ touch?”

Your breath catches. He’s offering you the last stroke.

You stare. You blink. You swallow.

Then you nod.

“Yeah.”

You don’t know what you’ll choose yet. But you know you’ll write about it after.

You’ll write all of it. Every inch of this living nightmare.

Because you were never the hero of this story.

You were just looking for a muse.

And you found him—in blood and concrete, in screaming men and the lullaby of breaking bone.

You found him.

Your devil. Your butcher. Your art.

At first, just to remember. A little scratch of ink, a reflection. Something poetic to keep the nausea away. But it didn’t stay poetic, not really. Your hand cramped from the speed, from the need, and the page bled black with words the way the floor bled red.

You weren’t just watching anymore. You were documenting. You were translating murder into metaphor. Gore into gospel.

“He paints with pain. That’s the medium.” “He composes screams like violin notes, each snap of the bone a crescendo.” “His hands aren't hands. They're brushes. He doesn’t kill. He curates.”

You glanced up from the notebook and saw it again—how Ronin tilted his head just before he struck, admiring the posture, the pleading, the panic.

And you got it.

The way the crowbar slid through air—how clean it sounded, the whistling hush before impact. The way he didn’t grunt or pant. Ronin didn’t labor. He moved like he was dancing, like his body already knew where the final stroke belonged.

“He kills with rhythm.” “He kills with grace.” “He doesn’t need a reason. The act is the art.”

You looked at the man he was killing—not the man. The canvas. The collapsed figure with his face bent inwards and his ribs shifting like a broken accordion. And somehow, some rotten part of you—

—you thought it was beautiful. You understood him. You thought, “This is how he loves.”

And still, you wrote.

“I saw the art.” “I saw the beauty.” “I saw how he kills.” “He kills like a lover—softly at first, with admiration. Then all at once, with devotion.”

Ronin turned to you again. Bloody, heaving, smiling.

“You writin’ sonnets over there, Darlin?” he asked, tilting his head as the body gave a last twitch behind him. “Wanna read me one when I’m done cleanin’?”

Your mouth was dry. You licked your lips.

“I’m trying to keep up.”

He laughed. Low and pleased and ruinous.

“Darlin, if you keep writing like that, you’re gonna make me fall for you all over again.”

You looked down.

Your notebook was nearly full.

It was done.

The body lay still, sunken into itself like it was praying to the wrong god and got exactly what it asked for. Blood pooled like a frame around the chaos. Art, in the Butcher’s gallery. A ruined masterpiece.

You closed your notebook with a little snap, pen still trembling between your fingers.

“Thanks,” you said, soft. Honest. Like someone just cooked for you, and you meant it.

Ronin dragged the crowbar down the wall with a lazy scrape, shoulder slouched, chin lifted—swaggering toward you like a wet saint. Blood dripped from his chin like it was meant to. His eyes flicked over you with that look, like he was checking if you still breathed the same after watching him do what he was made for.

“C’mere,” he said, voice sticky with play. “You wanna help me sow ‘im up?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Nah.”

His brows raised. “Aw, how mean, Darlin’. I put on a show for ya, and you fuckin’ mean?” His voice pitched mock-wounded, but the grin was sharp, wicked—flirting. “Y’ain’t even gonna stitch the finale?”

You laughed, stupidly charmed. Your stomach was still a mess, your knees weak, but God—

Even if the Devil's scary, he can be cute.

He can be romantic, in that rotten way that makes your heart thump for all the wrong reasons. He’s the worst kind of sweetheart. The kind that calls you “Darlin” with a mouth still stained from slaughter. The kind that murders and flirts in the same breath.

He really is the god of gore.

He shrugged, licking blood off his bottom lip. “Next time, then. I’ll make it extra messy. You can pick where I break ‘em.”

And despite the stench, despite the twitch in your gut, you smiled and tucked your notebook closer to your chest.

“Deal,” you whispered.

[fulgurbugs]

another doll post!

they cut me from work early, so i had time to stop by my walmart and see if catty was in. she was! i picked her up with some birthday money for 24.99.

forgot to get a pic of her in the box. here she is unboxed tho! she has saran with microbraids around her hairline (be careful, these come undone easily.)

initial thoughts: while her outfit is cute… it’s missing a littleeee bit of flair. some shoe paint, or maybe a jacket, like in her concept art? these little shoulder things are kind of horrendous. (and they kept coming unvelcroed under her pits.) might look into making her something.

now, there’s a reason i i got excited about catty when i was previously unenthused about her. and that’s her new body sculpt! let’s cut to the chase, that’s what we want to see.

here she is! she is now the biggest MH sculpt, by quite a significant amount. luckily she can still fit on this stand, but it has to grab her right at the underboob at her thinnest point.

it doesn’t photograph well, but she has a pink-tinged iridescence to her body, that could read like shiny fur. it looks great, and makes her look very glittery and dimensional.

wide and back views. i love that she actually has a bit of a tummy, and she also has a much thicker tail than toralei. (i wasn’t able to yank the tail out, tho i think it’s supposed to come off.)

here’s some comparisons with some of the other ghouls. she’s a medium height girl, and i’d say she’s slightly thicker in the body and thighs than abbey, though the way she’s proportioned give her a fatter body type compared to her.

it’s more evident when they’re turned to the side. draculaura only has larger thighs, so if we specially compare to abbey, you can see cattys even larger thighs and her stomach compared to abbeys flat one.

she has smaller feet (same as draculaura’s size.) her hands are also standard size.

back to the doll with her clothes on. here’s her boots, as is mh doll tradition

cool sculpt, definitely need paint. probably a pretty simple project to do, but all those buckles and chains are just begging for a layer of silver. only a teeeeny bit got silver paint, which i think is a shame. allegedly most of the budget for catty went into developing her sculpt, so her outfit definitely is a little lacking….

face card. i adore ADORE her makeup, the little stars…. the side glance… augh. my favorite part is her lip paint, though. the gradient looks absolutely lovely.

the accessories. since this is catty’s core doll, she comes with some of the core staples: her phone, a backpack, her pet cat amulette, and some sunglasses. in addition, she has a mic, a broken hand mirror, a water bottle, and some sheet music

here’s inside the backpack and her sheet music open. (the sheet music is literally just a little piece of paper lol.)

here’s her with some of her accessories! i decided to restyle her hair a little bit as well, i saw a cute restyle that took her micro braids and made a little side bang with them, and that was simple to replicate, so i did that too. i also made her ponytail higher, which i think looks a lot cuter. i think i wanna give her a little ponytail accessory or something tho… maybe in black? dunno. i also think she looks cute with her glasses on her forehead, so i’m leaving them.

obligatory .5 shot.

and that’s catty noir! (lagoona foot jumpscare). i think she’s a lovely addition to the g3 lineup, and i really, really can’t wait to see what they do with her in another line. her reception (at least in the spaces i lurk) has been so overwhelmingly positive that i think when we see her next, they can really go all out and give her a gorgeous outfit and a fun theme (maybe a skulltimate secrets doll?) it felt appropriate to put her with my monster fest girlies, so she got center stage (sorry cleo and frankie) thanks for reading this far!

[bleach-your-panties]

🥀⛓️like you mean it⛓️🥀 ----- 𝖘.𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖆🩸🔪

🥀written from prompts chosen by the wheel of misfortune created by @/cyancherub

🥀includes: dub-con, cucking, 69, stranger sex, & mirror sex. mdni! 18+. dark content warning. horror warning.

🥀banners made by me on canva/pic collage. images from pinterest. blood divider from google.

🥀4.5k words

🥀B/n = boyfriend's name

🥀october 31st, 2023

The sounds of cheerful laughter, concession machines whirring, and parents screaming for their children to 'stop running' rang throughout the periphery of your hearing while you stood with your boyfriend in line for the cotton candy.

Halloween night, the night of your first official date after you accepted the proposal to be his girlfriend.

He's a fairly handsome fellow: tall, athletic (you already knew that he played on the soccer team and ran track at your university, courtesy of your nosy roommate), neatly shaven face, with a dazzling white smile; bright, chocolate brown eyes, and a robustly defined body.

Being with him on this cool, spooky night (the spookiest night of the year, no doubt) caused a tingling euphoria to race down your spine and ignite your nerves.

Yes. You'd never had a boyfriend before starting university.

You were the quiet, smart girl in school. Not popular, but also not a total outcast. So, as you stood in that line with your boyfriend, whose looks could rival that of any male model, you felt good.

Proud even.

Not to say that you're unattractive - no! Not at all! You just never pictured yourself standing beside someone who looked so....well-put-together. So perfect.

"You look zoned out. Not trying to think of a way to ditch me, are you?" B/n smirked while outstretching his arm to hand you a bouquet of wiry, blue fluff.

Quickly shaking your head and smiling, you accepted it and brought it up to your mouth to steal a bite.

"Not at all. I wouldn't even dream of ditching you out here. All alone and cold on a cloudy, October night with no telling of what could be lurking in the shadows. I hope you don't feel that I'd be that cruel."

He let out a loud chuckle,

"I certainly hope not. You're too beautiful to be cruel."

That comment made you blush and push a breath through your lips as you felt your face heating up.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

"Aww, shucks. Now you're going to ruin my cool kid facade and make me blush."

"I'm sorry, but I don't see any cool kids around here. Only a hottie that really knows how to make a university sweatshirt look like something off a New York Fashion Week runway show."

"Hottie? Are you a Megan the Stallion fan?" You giggled.

As the two of you talked, you moved further away from the crowd and bright lights and more towards the carnival rides.

You didn't think your outfit was all that special: your maroon and white band sweatshirt, black washed out-denim miniskirt, black tights with random holes cut out of them, and shiny, maroon Doc Martens.

With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you continued to eat your cotton candy.

Squealing like some ditzy fangirl at every compliment thrown your way is definitely not how you want to present yourself to your new beau. You have to play it cool.

Before the handsome man could retort, however, your cell phone buzzed.

emergency alert: escaped inmate. all citizens to be on high alert. more updates as they become available.

B/n was tucking his phone back into his pocket when you looked over at him.

"Well, that's certainly disconcerting. Though, it is Halloween. It could just be a prank to scare people." You announced with confidence laced throughout your tone.

He couldn't help but chuckle at you: you looked and sounded so cute, he'd drink up whatever you said and proclaim it as fact. 

Moving closer to your side to engulf you in a side hug, he pulled your body snug against his own, making sure to keep you shielded from getting tousled by the groups of teens and adults alike headed towards the haunted maze.

"You don't have to try and be brave for me, sweetheart. It's my job as the man to protect you after all."

It might come off as rude for you to scoff, but the blush brewing on your cheeks would contradict that action anyway; you're liking this attention that's being bestowed upon you.

"Oh, why do I have to be trying, why can't I just do it?" You giggled.

The two of you passed by what looked like a group of university students. Some of them were wearing sweatshirts similar to yours, but colored a deep navy blue with red and white detailing.

A straggler trailed behind the group, typing on his cell phone. 

Average height and normal, modest build, he doesn't stand out too much. Dark brown, shaggy hair and black, languorous eyes.

Unlike the others in the group, he's wearing a black sweatshirt with a white overlapping UA design, baggy black jeans, and black platform Converse.

He's not ugly by any means. Just…

Unremarkable.

He's not paying attention to where he's walking, too absorbed into his phone, when he slams into your side.

He would've knocked you off of the path if your boyfriend didn't have a tight grip on your waist.

"Sorry!! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I-"

"She's good, man." 

The look on Sen's face reflected his confusion. He didn't think that he'd overstepped or done anything that could be perceived as disrespectful.

"Right. Sorry again." 

He awkwardly moved along, trying to catch up to the group, which you assumed were his friends.

B/n's grip tightened on your waist and you noticed the way his forehead wrinkled just slightly in irritation.

"Fucking nerve of that guy." 

You were just a bit taken aback by the aggression in his tone, but wrote it off of him just being protective.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird, but look! The line for the maze isn't that long yet; let's hurry!"

Gleeful screams and laughter are in abundance as you and B/n approach the maze's entrance. 

The whirring of a chainsaw somewhere nearby makes you squeal in delight as two middle-school aged children rush past you, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably. 

"Oh wow, they really went all out, didn't they? Chainsaw killer and creepy, dark stone maze? They made sure to pull out all the stops." You smirked.

Chuckling and moving you along with his hand on your lower back, B/n seems quite pleased that you're enjoying yourself.

"Yeah, they did. Despite its creepiness, though, it'd make a great place to make out, don't you think?" He smiled at you with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You snorted. "Hmph, maybe." 

Is he implying that he wants to make out? 

Your cheeks warmed up; you're not prepared for this. 

The maze gets darker and darker the further you two walk in; the moon now hides behind dark, wispy clouds. 

It's like the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees, making you feel the biting cold even through your thick sweatshirt.

The laughter is starting to sound farther away, but the chainsaw is still loud as ever. The sound sends chills down your spine and causes goosebumps to rise up all along your arms.

"You alright? Hey, look at the vines. Aren't they pretty? Imagine how this place would look in the daytime, with the roses blooming on the hedges." 

B/n is fantasizing about your next date. It would probably be a picnic in a flower garden with multicolored roses surrounding both of you. 

He can't wait to spoil you and give you all the nice things that you deserve.

You're about to respond when suddenly the sound of the chainsaw is right behind your ear. As you let out a surprised shriek, you're pulled harshly by your sleeve.

Sneakers slap against the stone pathway as you and B/n run for your lives away from the paid actor wielding the highly dangerous power tool.

He's laughing as sweat drips down his forehead even in the cold air. You can hear him asking you if you're having fun.

You're not sure anymore.

"L-look, that might be an opening up ahead!" Your finger points towards what you hope is the end of the maze. The exit.

Your male companion nods and your direction shifts towards the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

Something is shining down there, even though the night is so gloomy and you're completely enclosed in this stone fortress.

Your footsteps slow as you get closer and realization dawns upon you.

It's not an exit.

Instead, a long mirror is situated right in the center of the stone wall. The sliver of moonlight glinting off of it gives it the illusion of an open doorway. 

Only reflecting the path in front of it, the one which you'd just come down.

"Fuck…how the hell are we going to get out of here?" You curse.

B/n hums thoughtfully. You both stand and stare at your reflections in the mirror. 

The sound of the chainsaw started up again, but it sounded further away this time. That made you squint your eyes in confusion.

In the next moment, footsteps are running in your direction. Rubber soles squeak and slide against the cobblestone and before you know it, that same kid from before is practically running into you again.

His face has a light sheen of sweat, the perspiration dampening his hair, beading on his forehead, and slowly slipping down his nose.

“You again…” You say as you just stare at him. He drops to his knees, his breaths coming out in short puffs.

“I-I got separated from my friends back there...The chainsaw guy came at us full force, we split up and ran in different directions...”

Both you and B/n are looking at him now. 

“What do you mean? The chainsaw guy was just behind us…I heard it, loud and clear…”

Sen slowly cranes his head upward to peek at your face. His cheeks grow a pink tint, as your tight-covered thighs are right in his line of sight.

He begins to rise to his feet and you realize that he’s a few inches taller than you, though several shorter than your boyfriend. 

“That’s not possible, unless there were two of them instead of one. Usually they’d mention something like that at the entrance before letting people in.” Sen places his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt.

“Right, well we should keep looking for the way out. We don’t want to-” B/n is cut off by the loud screeching that you remember from earlier. It’s coming from all three of your cell phones.

The emergency alert system.

“escaped prisoner sighted on or nearby local fairgrounds. exercise extreme caution and awareness! vacate premises immediately if-”

BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUMMMM-BRRRRR!

“HOLY FUCK, LOOK OUT!”

Bursting from your left, a masked person wielding a large chainsaw with a rusty blade lunges towards you and B/n.

“Fuck!” Sen stumbles backwards and falls, landing harshly on his side as your weight on top of him sends both of you sprawling across the ground. B/n had pushed you out of the way just in time to prevent you from being decapitated.

The psychopath grins maniacally and revs the machine again and swings it towards B/n. He’s quick to duck out of the way, no doubt his years of running track, combined with adrenaline, contributing to his remarkable speed.

“Leave him alone!” You shout as you attempt to scramble away from Sen, but the dark-haired male quickly pulls you back into him by your arm. A surprisingly muscled arm tightens around your waist and keeps you pressed against him.

"What are you doing? Get off of me! I have to help him!" You pushed against Sen once again, but he held you even tighter. 

The chainsaw's engine revs again and this time it's pointed right at your face.

"You'd do right to listen to him. Make another move and I'll slice right through your pretty face." 

You could feel every drop of blood in your veins turn to ice as all the color drained from your face. Not just at their words, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the chainsaw's blade is not rusted.

It's covered in dried blood. 

H/c hair swayed from side to side as you shook your head, eyes clenching shut in utter horror and disbelief.

That chainsaw is definitely real, but maybe this person just really knows how to play their role. Maybe the blood is fake. 

"Hahaha, what's the matter, sweetheart? Can't believe this is happening to you? Well it is! This ain't no goddamn skit; it's the real fucking deal." 

Sen keeps his arms around you in a protective hold, but you wish it wasn't him. 

You wish it was your beloved boyfriend holding you close and protecting you much like how he was earlier.

Before your perfect dream turned into a complete nightmare right before your eyes.

"Open your fucking eyes!" 

They snap open on command. You don't want to take the risk of making this person any angrier than they already are.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?" It's B/n speaking up.

Internally you're screaming for him to shut up, to not say another word that may result in his serious injury or, worse, death.

The perpetrator quickly turns on him with the deadly weapon. He falls back on his ass and yelps in pain.  

You crane your head around the tall, imposing figure to see your boyfriend clutching his ankle. He must've landed on it the wrong way. It's clearly twisted and possibly broken.

"Oh, what a shame. Looks like you won't be able to run from me anymore. All three of you are stuck at my mercy, how delightful!" 

Sen decides to speak up then. He tries to keep his voice from wavering. He has to be the strong one in this situation. 

He has to be the man and protect you now.

"What about my friends back there? Did you…did you murder them?" 

Loud, psychotic laughter is his answer and Sen drops his head regretfully.

"What an idiotic question to ask a serial killer! Now, as much as I'd love to hear you three beg me for your pathetic lives, I've thought of something much more interesting."

The three of you wait in silence, neither of you daring to ask what they had in store for you.

They take the chainsaw and held it over your boyfriend's head.

"PLEASE, NO!"

"QUIET!"

You whimper sadly and Sen strokes your hair gently, bringing your head to rest on his chest.

"I won't kill him, yet. Before he dies, why don't you give him a show, huh, little one? I want you..," They point a long, black-gloved finger towards Sen, whose eyes widen,

"..To fuck her while he watches." 

His jaw drops and you can feel his body shake in fear.

"I-I can't…I.."

The engine revs once again. Louder and more menacing than the other times.

The sound echoes inside your head and you look up at Sen.

He looks down at you, his dark eyes conflicted.

"Do you…?" 

You just look at him blankly. He can't tell what you want, but you're not explicitly telling him no.

He's going to hate himself for this, but if it's the only way for you all to make it out of this alive…

"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want to fucking die here.."

You don't know what to say to that, but your body shivers when Sen begins to move his hands down your sides.

His fingers play with the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt, ghosting over the flesh of your tummy just barely.

The chainsaw-wielder clicks their tongue.

"No, no, this won't do at all. He can't even see you."

Another startled yelp from B/n; they've got him yanked up onto his knees as they begin to drag him closer to you and Sen. His injured leg trails behind him pitifully and he's propped up against the stone wall to your right.

"Turn around, face the mirror."

The mirror, you'd completely forgotten about it.

Effortlessly, Sen picks you up and situates the both of you to where you're now staring back at yourselves in the tall slab of glass.

It's dark, but the clouds have moved away from the moon so its light can illuminate the dastardly deed that you're about to commit.

You're about to cheat on your boyfriend on your first date.

Right in his face.

"Get to it, then. Don't keep him waiting. If you do a good enough job I might let you all live." 

An evil chuckle and then the chainsaw is powered off. They look at you and Sen expectantly, B/n doing the same.

You can see him out of the corner of your eye, watching you in the mirror with a neutral expression. 

He doesn't know what to feel; his ankle is throbbing in pain and his girlfriend is in another man's lap. Not to mention his life has been threatened more than once in only a single night.

Sen's lips tremble as he trails them along your shoulder, pulling the collar away from your neck so he can reach the s/c skin underneath.

One of his larger hands rests over yours, squeezing in a show of support.

He's sorry, oh so sorry that he's putting you and your boyfriend through this, but he can at least make the experience somewhat pleasurable for you.

Make you feel comfortable with him.

A soft moan escapes your cold, slightly chapped lips causing Sen's cock to stir in his jeans.

He shifts his legs and opens them wider so you your ass can sit flush against his crotch.

Even through your own jean-clad bottom you can feel him getting hard for you.

"Y-you're enjoying this…is this what turns you on? You're sick…"

You whisper to him, a stinging edge to your tone that makes Sen's ears burn in embarrassment.

And lust.

"I-I'm sorry…I can't…can't control it. You're so soft and you smell so good…" 

How long had it been since he'd had a girl sitting on his dick, and one as pretty as you, nonetheless? 

His hormones are going into overdrive, causing his movements to grow bolder.

Sen takes his hands and places them on your knees so he can spread them apart. 

He wants to see your panties, but your tights are in the way; so, with one hand he grips the offending material at your crotch and tears a hole right through them.

Heat licks at your neck despite the cold, and Sen's tongue does as well.

The warm, wet muscle provides a pleasant contrast to the biting cold. He leaves a slimy trail of saliva all the way from your neck down to your collarbone.

Shivers run down your spinal column and your cunt moistens through your royal purple panties, much to Sen's delight.

Though the only reason you're letting him do this to you is to save your lives, he can't help but get excited at the image of you getting wet for him.

A complete fucking stranger.

Sen apparently isn't the only one getting turned on from this situation.

You look from your reflection in the mirror back to B/n and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

He's palming his dick through his pants. Perfect white teeth clamp down on a juicy bottom lip while his brown eyes watch your pussy through the mirror.

"Looks like somebody's enjoying himself!" The killer laughs cruelly.

This is what they wanted: to completely embarrass and humiliate you three.

Tears begin to sting your eyes, but what can you do? It's either let this stranger fuck you or you all die.

Sen's fingers on one hand move to push your skirt up while the other hand rips the hanging material of your tights the rest of the way off.

He reaches under your ass to get to his belt and quickly unbuckles it to free his hard, throbbing dick.

You can't see it in the mirror from the way you're sitting on him, but when he shifts to line himself up with your panty-covered cunt, you can feel the head brush against your clit.

"Ohh…" The moan leaves your throat on its own accord.

Sen is encouraged by this and he moves his head to rest against yours.

Kisses are planted on your cheeks and temples while he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls your thong to the side to reveal your wet pussy with the other.

"Shit, you're so wet…don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you even wetter for him to see…" He coos into your ear then nibbles it. Your back arches against him.

He chuckles softly and slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself up.

"Such a pretty pussy. What a lucky fucking guy…"

Is the last sentence the dark brunette speaks before thrusting his hips up and burying his dick deep inside you.

"F-fuck! Ahh…so thick.." 

Your mind turns hazy when Sen starts fucking up into you at a quick, but steady pace.

His dick isn't the longest, but it's girthy and there's a few veins along his shaft that massage against your inner walls oh so deliciously.

"Shit, it's so warm and tight. You like it, huh? Like my dick? Look at how you're starting to cream on me already, baby."

 

He's telling the truth because when he says it, your eyes move down your reflection to where the two of you are joined and you can see the white froth coating his dick as he moves it in and out of your hole.

"Ahh…feels so good…fuck…don't even know your name.." 

"It's Sen…oh my God.."

His balls smack against your ass cheeks as he moves one arm around your waist so he can bounce you on him harder.

Your head is thrown back and your nails scratch at the material of his jeans.

You and Sen's combined moans further spur on B/n, who's jacking his dick faster and faster while Sen fucks you. 

"Look at that, he's so fucking hard watching another man stuff his girl's little cunt. Fucking perv. Bet he can't wait to get you in his bed tonight so he can….haaah…fuck my fucking cum deeper in your little hole. Shit!" 

Sen's dirty talk only added to the pleasure that he was making you feel with his dick. Noticing how you had started watching B/n jack off through the mirror, he grew a bit jealous and turned your head so he could kiss you sloppily on the lips.

"Oh yeah, that's the way to do it, you fucking scumbag. Fuck her like you mean it." 

The killer's laughter echoed all around you making you jolt back into the reality of your situation, though it didn't stop the orgasm from building in your lower region.

"Fuck Sen, I'm going to cum!" You moaned, eyes squeezed shut while said man fucked you harder and faster, wanting to make you feel good, to make you cum on his dick before you could on your boyfriend's.

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick. Make your boyfriend cum, too, from watching you get fucked." He palmed one of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly before slamming you down on him, hard.

Your body started shaking, making Sen curse under his breath and speed up his movements.

"That's right! Dick got you fucking shaking! Cum all over me baby, let it go….oh fuck." 

Just as he told you to, you came hard and squirted all over Sen's dick. Your squirt splashed up onto the mirror, making his tired-looking eyes widen.

"Goddamn, you sprayed the whole mirror almost. Shit that's hot." 

His voice was laced with exhaustion now, all traces of fear and apprehension seemingly gone.

Now fired up from watching you squirt, Sen maneuvered himself up onto his knees and caught you by the hips.

Confused, you tried to look back at him, but you understood when his softening cock was now bobbing in your face.

A mewl left your throat when that slick tongue swept through your folds and began collecting the remaining drops of your squirt.

"S-suck it…suck his dick, baby…come on.." B/n moaned while feverishly pumping his dick. 

Your pupils enlarged once you saw how long and thick it was and your pussy drooled on Sen's tongue at the thought of B/n fucking you next.

With your little hands, you began pumping Sen's dick at the same pace as B/n, making sure to make eye contact with both of them the best you could through the mirror.

"Awww, fuck yeah. So sexy, baby. You're so fucking sexy, the perfect girl." B/n moaned as he watched you engulf Sen's fat dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks.

"Oh, goddamn…unhh.." Sen's head fell away from your cunt and his body shivered this time.

You may have never had a steady boyfriend before, but you'd had a few flings the summer before university started, so you knew your way around a dick quite well.

Sen thrust his hips forward, making you choke and gag on his fat cock. Saliva ran down your neck to his balls while they slapped against your chin.

"Fuck, where'd you find her? Fucking slutty ass pussy and mouth. Oh God…" He said to B/n.

The night air was filled with the sloppy sounds of you gagging on Sen's dick and the wet sounds of B/n jacking off.

Sen tried to keep eating your pussy, but your head was just too fucking good and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

"Shit! You ready to take my fat load in your mouth, baby? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?" 

You nodded best you could and started sucking him even harder, triggering his orgasm. 

"SHIT! Oh my fucking God!" 

Sen almost dropped you on your head as he knelt down on his hands and knees to gather himself after you swallowed all his cum.

"I'm…I'm coming, shit, that was so sexy…ahhh.." 

Hearing this, Sen quickly grabbed you by the hair and moved your face into B/n's lap so he could spray his nut all over it. You looked up at him with the most adoring and innocent look in your eyes, which almost triggered a second orgasm from him.

"Damn…that was the best sex I think I've ever had in my life…" Sen sat back against the wall and sighed heavily.

Slow clapping started and the three of you looked up to your captor.

Silently you pleaded to yourselves that they'd let you all go now since their wish had been fulfilled.

"That was very good, but…." 

The thrum of the chainsaw started up again. You weren't fast enough to move in front of him before the blade came down on B/n's head, splitting it wide open and spraying both you and Sen with a fountain of blood.

"Not good enough." 

The sound of the chainsaw's blade and blood splattering against the mirror echoed throughout the walls of the stone maze.

[sonicasura]

Pillow forts and carboxes are pretty much the guaranteed way to get Kafka into nest building. The same with his mom and grandpa too. Proto was absolutely enamoured of the concept of a pillowfort. Even tried to build one without Hina's help, which ended in disaster in someways as his own instincts got confused somehow.

It is also a best way 'trap' to set to get Kafka when he is actually hidding from everyone or some very important doc visit. Specially when he has to go through several vaccines throughout the next few weeks. None can really blame him for his foul mood or unwillingness, noone really like vaccines and going through over a dozen within the last month alone can get even the best of people. But the himbo needs them given they can never be too safe on this matter, especially since its been through pure luck Kafka has not been the cause for a kaiju plague thats yet to transferred over to humans.

Sonic, Akari and Tabiki had a really hard time throwing away anything that was made of cardboard. Or even keep for later should they need it for storage. Little kid Kafka would hoard and hide them away, then bring them all to the little secert hideout he and Mina had. There he would build the most amazing stuff out said cardboard thanks to his instinct guiding him on how. Mina always said that if it where not for the fact they where both gunning to become part of the DF, Kafka would made a excellent builder. Mina still has the pics of the creations Kafka made and she makes sure to show them to others too after its revealed about Kafka's ture nature.

Though thats not the only thing kid Kafka has hoarded. He is kind like a crow or raven, anything shiny will be picked up and stored into a big play chest like how a pirate would with his gold. He has another one where he stored any nice and pretty seashells he found as well.

Kafka also had a nice collection of gem stones he'd find when going out caving in his kaiju form with mom or grandpa. Akari honestly feels more suite to the underground and would sometimes find some very interesting gems and stones to give her son as a nice little souvenir or as a reward for good behavior. Kafka could be quite the gremling when he was a kid.

Kafka unfortunatly, had to sell his gemstone collection to pay for a much needed surgery for his dad. The lastest kaiju attacks had drained his fathers savings and Kafka was not much better when they found out Tabiki had two tumors in his brain that would kill him in a matter of a few short weeks. One of Kafka's work colleauges found out about it and introduced Kafka to a cousin of their who buy the gems for the right price without cheating Kafka a single yen out of it.

Kafka had also lost his two treasure chest as well due to the kaiju attacks. All except one that is in Mina's possession that is. Inside it is various seashells, raw gemstones and other things Kafka has gifted her and she takes great care of it sue to how much meaning it holds. Soshiro is actually afraid to go anywhere near it whenever he visit his captain's home. And only holds and looks into the box when he has her permission.

LOL They just bait Kafka with cardboard as his nest building instincts are so much stronger thanks to Tiny. Plus I imagine his friends and mates get him something nice afterwards. Make it more bearable.

Considering Kafka's crow tendencies and digging capabilities, it's probably best they haven't found it until now. The himbo could make anyone a quick buck from what he can now reach thanks to his kaiju nature. Greed is dangerous.

[mammonsbby]

Gift Exchanging Day

A/N: This was written as a Secret Santa gift for someone on Instagram. I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Jokes (if you squint) Pairing: Leviathan x GN!MC Words: 2578

Buying Christmas gifts shouldn’t be this hard! Especially when it’s for someone you know very well! That’s what you’re thinking right about now. It wasn’t actually hard to pick something out for Levi, not at all. You know his taste in anime, games, and clothes like the back of your hand at this point. And yet…

Every single time you find a deal online for something he’d like, he fucking beats you to it! The bastard! It’s ridiculous. You see a sale on the official Ruri-chan website and rush over to check it out. Within thirty seconds, Levi is sending you a screenshot like “OMG Check this out!!’ And it’s a pic of his cart crammed full of items!

There’s an awesome deal on video games? Oh, it doesn’t matter because this snake bitch has fucking bought like fifteen games from three websites in four minutes! Literally, so fast you can’t keep up with what he has and what he doesn’t. So why buy him a physical copy if he’s already got the download code in his email?

This has been happening since you brought up Christmas— er, Gift Exchanging Day, as Lucifer had renamed the holiday. And it’s frustrating. You love Levi a lot, but his online shopping prowess is on your last fucking nerve. You toy with shutting off the WIFI for a few minutes, to give yourself the advantage, but that wouldn’t last long.

Everyone else was relatively simple to shop for. Even Mammon, who compulsively shops online, was a breeze. (This of course was due in part to Goldie being in time out, which the second born cries to you about every chance he gets.) Currently, there are six gifts wrapped under the tiny Christmas tree you managed to shove in the corner of your room.

You glance over at them, then continue scrolling through an article online entitled ‘Christmas Presents for Everyone in Your Life.’ The problem is that the website doesn’t understand the situation. You know what to get! He just keeps beating you to it!

You scroll past #32 on the list with a scoff.

Then #33 hits you in the face.

33. Something homemade. Anything made by hand is sure to be special to them!

“He can’t buy something handmade!” you say, nearly dropping your phone on your face in excitement.

But then, you realize, you don’t know what to make! You groan before starting a search for DIY ideas relating to anime and gaming. What would he appreciate?

“Ughhh. I could hand make something for everyone else in this house. Hell, if it was Beel I needed a gift for, I’d make him a few dozen cookies. But what the hell do you make for an anime nerd?” you wonder aloud.

“Just buy him a new manga. He loves that shit,” says a voice from the doorway. You chuck your pillow towards the sound, which Mammon bats back into your bed. “Chill out, it’s just me, human.”

“What do you want, Mam? I’m busy.”

The Avatar gives you a look. “I… You asked me to come help you find something for Levi. So, I’m here. Stop acting dumb or I’m gonna starting chargin’ ya for my time.” He says, dropping into your bed.

“I can’t afford your prices, I’m afraid.” you answer.

“True. So… you’re having a problem with Levi’s gift… What’d ya get for me?” he asks with a grin and shiny eyes.

“I’m not telling, asshole. You’ll find out when you open it.”

He pouts, “fine. You’re no fun, but fine. Really though, just get him something from an anime, he’ll love it.”

“I know! But, everything I pick, he’s already got.” you sigh in frustration. “And it’s not like I can say ‘hey, sweetie, can you stop buying things so I can get you something decent?’ That’s stupid.”

Mammon considers it for a moment, “huh… Just give him money?”

“It’s not for you, Mammon.” you point out.

He shrugs.

Then he thinks of something, “or get him one of them… them things. Uh…”

You give him a look, “real helpful.”

Mammon glares back, “damn it. I’m trying to remember the word he used the other day!” He snaps. A few seconds pass and he snaps his fingers, “a commission. Find some artist with nothing better to do and get them to draw something for him.”

“An art commission?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever it’s called,” Mammon replies with a wave of his hand.

“You’re a genius Mammon!” you shout, throwing your arms around him. He yelps, flushing up to his ears, before shoving you aside.

“Yeah! ‘Course I am! But that’s beside the point. You better find someone fast. It’ll take them a while to draw it, right?”

Your eyes widen when you check the date on your phone, “oh shit, that’s true.”

Mammon nods. “Alright, I’m gonna go shake all those boxes now,” he says, standing up off the bed.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

–

Well, Mammon was right, every artist you find on Instagram, Tumblr, and everywhere in between would be a few weeks at least. But finally, finally, you find someone who isn’t as busy.

You message them for details, then describe what you want: you and Levi, in an anime style, dressed as Henry and the Lord of Shadows from TSL. Being from the Human Realm, the artist isn’t familiar with TSL, but you provide plenty of shots from the movies, plus a few references of the two of you.

And, two weeks later, when you check your email, it’s perfect! Absolutely perfect! You’re so excited to give it to him, you can’t stand it. Luckily, there’s less than a week till Christmas, so you won’t have to keep the secret long.

–

Four days.

Four days left till Gift Exchanging Day and Levi’s been dicking around all month buying things for himself.

And nothing for you.

He’s starting to panic. He’s been at his desk for two hours, looking for something good enough for you. His phone keeps making noise, his mobile games alerting him that he’s being neglectful. Levi grabs his phone and turns the sound off, chucking it towards the bathtub.

Then he turns back to his computer, continuing his quest. He’s so engrossed in this mission that he barely hears the door start to open.

“Levi!” you sing as you enter the room.

Levi quickly closes all tabs before spinning around, “MC! You can’t just wander in here like that!”

Your eyes widen and your face goes a little red, “I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were… busy.” you say, glancing behind him at the screens.

He turns his head, then realizes what you’re thinking.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I WAS DOING!” he shouts.

“Oh, okay.”

“You don’t believe me.” he panics. Holy shit, he could clip through the floor and die in embarrassment.

“No, no. I do. It was just kinda…” you trail off.

“I was shopping for Christmas presents for you,” he admits.

You exhale, relieved that you hadn’t caught him doing something else. Something much more… awkward. When you don’t reply, he continues.

“I wouldn’t do that in the middle of the afternoon! Not without locking the door at least,” he mutters. Then, when he realizes what he’s just said, his face is on fire. “I MEAN,” he coughs, “what did you need, MC?” he asks, looking at the ground.

You laugh softly at your boyfriend’s antics, “Levi, it’s fine. I believe you, really. I’ve actually had a pretty hard time finding you something too.”

He raises a brow, “really?”

“Yeah, but it’s all good now.” you smile, knowing you’ve got the perfect gift tucked away in your room.

“That’s not fair. I’m struggling here,” he whines.

You laugh and move towards him, closing your arms around his shoulders. “Levi, you know me. You could get me a pair of socks with a bow on them and I’d swoon. I’ll let you get back to what you were doing,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows before pecking his cheek.

He flusters again, his cheeks burning, “that’s still not what I was doing!” he shouts as you leave the room.

He’ll just have to keep looking. There’s no way he’s going to let you down with some dumb normie gift! NEVER! He pauses for a second.

For all the bad things about Mammon, the bastard is good at giving gifts. As the Avatar of Greed, he can see these things a little more clearly. What someone wants. Material things, that is.

“I’m going to regret this,” Levi says to himself as he goes to find his phone.

–

A few moments later, there’s a knock on the door.

“Password,” Levi says.

He’s met with a huff, followed by, “I’m charging two hundred Grimm a minute for my services. Open the damn door!”

Levi quickly gets up to let his older brother into the room. As he strolls inside, Mammon checks his phone, “it’s now 4:35. If I’m here over an hour, it’s three hundred.”

“Shut up! Come on. I’ve got to find something for MC!” Levi drags Mammon to the computer and shows him the top ten things (yes ten) that he’d been thinking about.

Mammon scrolls through them all, a displeased expression the entire time. “Levi… why do you think MC needs that?”

“Uh, I don’t know. It seemed nice?” is what Levi has to say.

Mammon groans, stretching out after being bent over the desk, “damn Levi. You know you’ve only got one decent place to sit in here? I’m charging you for my back pain too.”

A lightbulb goes on over Levi’s head. He’s got it!

“Okay, okay, you helped, now get out.” Levi says, pushing his brother towards the door.

“Wh- Hey!” Mammon protests. Levi gets him out the door and a few seconds later his phone vibrates on the desk.

Mammon: You owe me 3600 Grimm.

Levi rolls his eyes, setting his phone back down before starting a new search in a completely different direction.

–

Finally, the day arrives! After breakfast, everyone wanders into the living room to exchange presents. You’re pleasantly surprised, it turns out to be much less hectic than you thought it’d be. Besides everyone trying to decide who opens what first, that is.

You, knowing that if you picked one to open first, everyone would start arguing, hand Mammon his gift. His face lights up and he tears through the paper to find a nice, new wallet. He beams, then you tell him to check inside, where he finds Goldie.

Lucifer is miffed that you’d gotten the credit card from his room, but it’s a special day! So, he lets it happen.

Mammon gives you a pair of sunglasses, nearly identical to his own, but the lenses are your favorite color. Lucifer gives Asmo a lighted desk mirror. Belphie gives Beel a gift card to his favorite fast food place. Asmo gives Satan an old book about the history of makeup. Beel gives Levi a plushie of a cheeseburger with anime eyes.

All in all, everyone had actually gotten each other nice things! Even Satan got Lucifer a nice, new fountain pen, which surprised everyone. (That is, until it squirted ink on the first born’s sweater. Cue Lucifer threatening to cancel Gift Day for eternity. Thanks Satan, indeed.)

Anyway, when it comes time to give Levi his present, you’re feeling a bit nervous. Since you didn’t want to just… tell him to check his email for Christmas, you’d printed it out and stuck it in a simple picture frame. You’d have loved to have gotten it made into a poster for his room, but it was impossible with the amount of time you had.

And it was very obviously a picture frame, you could tell through the wrapping paper.

When you reach for it, Asmo pipes up, “ooohh, did you get him a boudoir photo?” he asks with a raised brow. “If so, I’d better get one too!” he sings.

You sigh, “Asmo.”

The Avatar of Lust merely blows you a kiss. You roll your eyes and hand Levi his gift. He looks confused, clearly expecting something else. But, once he gets it open, his eyes go wide. And he beams.

“THIS IS US?!”

“Ooh, naughty.” Asmo remarks.

All the brothers are confused, except for Mammon. And Belphegor, who’d been asleep. He merely pops one eye open for a second before snuggling back against the sofa, cuddling the new blanket you’d given him.

Levi turns the photo around to show it off to his brothers. They’re not nearly as impressed, but Lucifer comments on the art style. Asmo is disappointed to say the least.

“Wait. Is that the two of you as TSL characters?” Beel asks, munching on a handful of peppermints. You nod to him and he smiles.

“I love it, MC. It’s amazing!” Levi says, still admiring it.

“I wish I’d had time to get it blown up into a poster, but… I didn’t,” you say.

His mouth drops open, “I’ll look into it!” He hugs you, initiating physical contact, something he usually avoids. You hug him back tightly, ready to accept this moment as his gift.

“Ok, ok, okay. That’s enough huggin’! What’d you get them?” Mammon demands.

Levi clears his throat and stands up, confidently walking behind the couch, which is confusing to everyone. He starts to push a HUGE box around to the middle of the room. Your eyes widen, suddenly you feel ridiculous for giving him something so small.

“Henry,” he says, offering you his hand. You take it and stand up off the sofa. He gestures to the box, with a flourish. You give him a look, then start to tear the paper— how he wrapped this by himself you’ll never know. But, eventually, when the paper’s off, the box is revealed.

It’s a gaming chair, just like the one he has for himself, in a different color scheme.

“Now you’ve got your own spot in my— In my room,” he says, suddenly shy.

“Wait? What. Really? But, Levi, these are really expensive!” you protest, in disbelief.

“It’s Chr—”

Lucifer cuts him off by clearing his throat.

“It’s Gift Exchanging Day. And I already bought it, so you’re, you’re just stuck with it!” he says with a nod of his head.

You smile and give him another hug, once again Mammon groans. Accompanied this time by Asmodeus.

“Uh, guys, you’ve been hugging for a long time,” Asmo points out, “it’s making me uncomfortable.”

The entire room burst into chaos. Ah, this is what you expected. Someone has started a balled-up-wrapping-paper fight. And Belphie has once again woken up, just in time to get pelted in the face. You start to laugh, still holding onto Levi.

This day couldn’t have gone more perfectly. Ever in a million years. You love your idiot demons and especially your boyfriend.

(While everyone is distracted, the two of you drag the box up to Levi’s room and start to put the chair together, which proves to be a bit harder than it looks, but you manage. It’s much better than the beanbag chair you’d been using and the two of you start to play one of the dozens of games Levi’s bought in the past few weeks.

Oh, and in a few days, there’s a new addition to Levi’s wall. And it’s revealed that Mammon had influenced both of you with gift ideas.)

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[bts-hyperfixation]

I have a feeling I’ve asked you this before. But still. Most likely in bts to go with You for lingerie or swimsuit shopping and what would they like to see on you the most?

We've had a reaction but never and MTL (Pics linked for reference)

Most to Least: Go swimwear/Lingerie shopping with you.

Hoseok - He is absolutely there. If you have a favourite store he has had it closed for a private fitting so you can parade around and give him a full catwalk. He has a tab open just for your underwear in some stores. If he can't go with you he wants pics of at least 4 poses. I think he likes a variety of styles but he is big on colours. Brights that really suit your skin tone.

Jimin - Love shopping for most things, especially when you just go and sit in the changing room as he brings things to you. Often pays off the attendant so he can sit in with you. Usually, it's all innocent help anyway... Usually. I think Jimin would have a preference for intricate straps and interesting cutouts, things that leave you with weird tan lines.

Taehyung - Likes to have more than one thing in mind when going to the mall but will absolutely class swimwear or lingerie shopping as a priority. So you do have to come up with at least one more reason to go shopping but that's not hard. He picks up some really ludicrous stuff: things with no cups, bikini thongs, garish patterns. He likes you to try on the worst items he can find just for fun and that's sometimes how you end up with the better stuff.

Seokjin - Has to be in the mood to shop in person. He would much rather you order it to the house some days. He always has fun when he does go out with you. Like Taehyung he has you try on some more out-there options. Likes shiny things, swimsuits that make you stand out so he can show off, and bras with rhinestones

Namjoon - Will probably get distracted a lot but he will try. Brings a book to read while you are in the changing rooms, sometimes when you come out in a particularly nice set he will have to use that book as a cover. Prefers home fashion shows to shopping so he doesn't have to hide any of his 'reactions'. Likes teeny weenie bikinis meant for private pools and villas that definitely wouldn't hold up in a swimming pool, he prefers skinny dipping anyway

Yoongi - I don't think Yoongi would enjoy clothes shopping in any capacity. More than up for the fashion show when you come home though. He likely handed you his black card as you left the house (He may have also smacked your ass and told you to make sure you brought him something special). I don't know why but I think Yoongi would like a girl (or guy) in those little skirt swimming costumes. He strikes me as a man that is in it for the cute

Jungkook - The man will only come clothes shopping if you buy him a pretzel and will absolutely not get caught in a women's lingerie section. However, like Yoongi, he will give you his credit card. He would also go through an online catalogue with you to see a rough idea. I think Jungkook likes the faux leather look whether that is bikini or underwear, he'd go mad to think that your underwear matches his outer atheistic (This is swimwear meant for tanning not swimming)

[theepisceswriter]

Sending nudes/sexting w/ JJK characters (Nanami, Toji, Gojo, Mei Mei)

Synopsis: Do y’all need one fr? I think the title is self explanatory

TW: mature things obviously, GN!reader, typos like always, nothing outside or masturbation and nudes really, 18+, MINORS DNI!

NANAMI

Yeah, yeah you miss Nanami’s cuddles, kisses, hugs, and all that soft shit when you spend the whole day without him because of his work schedule, but you also miss that long schlong that’s attached to him. Work has given him such a hectic schedule that sometimes you go a week without having any sex and it drives you crazy and Nanami might not show it, but it drives him crazy as hell too. He’s just praying for an off day so he can get that sweet release from you that he needs.

Though sexting is not the same as physical sex, any form of sexual attention from him is needed. So, bravely one day you decided to send him a picture of you in nothing but one of his button ups barely covering your body while he’s at work. To be fair, you did wait until a time when you knew he usually wasn’t busy and the office was nearly empty.

When I tell you this photo has him blushing like a school girl and horny immediately; he forgets how to breathe for a good two minutes and it takes the sound of someone’s footsteps to bring him back to reality and remember the setting he was in. 

You see, sexting really isn’t Nanami’s cup of tea. He’s big on intimacy and physical touch and sexting hardly fulfills any of his desires. He’d much rather have you in front of him in person. You see those three little lines pop up thinking he’s going to describe to you in detail what he’s going to do to you once he gets off and how much he’s been feening for you too, but no! Instead, all you get is a text that reads “On my way.”

Nanami isn’t the type to call off of work or leave early, but it’s from that picture that he realizes how wanting you must be for him and he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, but also realize just how bad he’s been wanting you. The drive home for him is 30 minutes? He’s making it home in like 10, knuckles gripping the wheel and all as he thinks about rushing home to you and your body.

He doesn’t even greet you when he comes in the house. Immediately opting to connect his lips to yours to initiate the long night between you two that’s going to unfold.

“My poor baby. I’ve been so neglectful to you lately, haven’t I? I’m sorry, I’m going to make it up to you so good tonight. Lay back and let me take care of you tonight.” And take care of you is exactly what he does.

TOJI

You could text Toji for hours on end, tell him your house got burned down and you now live in Bikini Bottom with Sponge-bob, and he still wouldn’t budge. He doesn’t even have to be out doing a job, if he doesn’t see it as urgent urgent then he’s getting back to you in like 2-3 business days minimum.

Let you send him a text that’s like “Currently in bed thinking about you with my hand between my thighs because I haven’t seen you all day.” And all of a sudden his fingers are moving fast like lightening as he texts you back. 

Most likely going to respond with something like “I’ll show you mins if you show me yours” Because that man is a menace that should be locked up. You don’t even have to send one for real though because three minutes later your phone is pinging with a dick pic from him; two bottles resting on dick just to show how big it is because he’s a show off. Might even send you a video of him moving it without his hands in return for some soapy titty pics.

Nudes of you make him go absolutely feral and has him in the bed huffing and puffing as he uses his hands to recreate the feeling of you, but you would never know that because he responds with shit like “So sexy looking”

He’s kinda ass at sexting lowkey.

He’s not too big on dirty talk while sexting, pictures and videos say everything that he needs to, but guarantee that he brings it up once the two of you are finally able to meet up in person. “So you said you were going to do what now to me?” “Sre we going to do what we talked about in those messages or whatr?” Of course, he holds you to your word and the two of you indeed do what you said over text. 

GOJO

You already knew what the night was going to be like as soon as you got that “U up?” Text from Gojo. Not only was it almost 1 in the morning, but the two of you hadn’t seen each other physically in almost a month and you could just hear the desperation in his voice from when he had called you earlier talking about how much he missed you; him being in front of others being the only thing stopping him from going into great detail about what exactly he missed.

You didn’t even need to reply to him. The fact that you had read it was enough confirmation for him and minutes later you were getting sent a video with his dick as his thumbnail, just out and erect with his hand at the base of it and some lubricant covering it to make it look shiny and presentable.

“Fuck, y/n. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you bouncing up and down on my cock all month long. I need you so bad right now.” The sweet moans of your name leaving his mouth and the bucking of his hips into his hands once you pressed play on the video were enough to get you in the mood as well. Quickly you’re stripping your clothes off and sending him videos of you in all types of angles, but that’s not enough for him.

Next thing you know he’s facetiming you and the two of you are on the phone having a mutual masturbation session. The sight of each of you two getting off to each other getting off was enough to make both of you cum more than once. It takes him going completely soft and finally getting all that pent up sexual tension out of him to finally hang up.

MEI MEI

Someone get this woman an only fans account because the horny content she sends you should not be free. When I say this woman puts work into the videos and pictures she sends to you, I mean it.

I’m talking a ring light set up to make her angles look appeasing, special lingerie just for pictures to take to send to you, and a phone with amazing quality. She goes all out for you like a professional because she wants you to use them more than once, she wants to make some quality spank bank material for you so you wont even think about going on twitter again when you’re horny.

Tell me shouldn’t have a very popular OnlyFans. You can’t cause you’d be lying to yourself.

She’s such a big tease. She’d send you a picture of her titties all oiled up in a bikini that’s barely covering anything but her nipples along with a text message that’s like “They miss you );” .....While you’re at work because she’s just such a tease like that.

Glances inside of her underwear, boomerangs of her shaking her ass for you, and quick glimpses of her nipple; anything but giving you the real thing. Her whole objective with nudes is to make you want her more and show you what you’re missing out on by not being with her in the moment.

It’s not until you’re sending pictures and videos of yourself begging you to help her out that she finally does and it’s still not with pictures or videos in return ! Instead, she’ll text you through your orgasm in vivid description of what she wants to do to you and bring up past sexual experiences like, “Remember that time when we I picked you up from work and we couldn’t wait until we went home so we fucked right there in the backseat of the car?”

Big on helping you visualize things, so honestly you don’t even need her to go all out.

[spooky-frog]

hi hi hi HI

guess what

i got a gf and i'm just so GSJSGSJSGSH :33

how do i treat her right

(+ dog pic. comparison from like a year and half ago vs now hehe)

HIIII OMGGG IM SO HAPPY FOR U!!!!!! i recommend gifting your gf pretty rocks you find but they rly have to be special and eyecatching like something colorful or smooth or shiny + bonus points if you tie a ribbon on them >:33 and and and know when she needs comfort vs advice on something like a problem or a stressful situation, thats the best advice i've gotten regarding any relationship bc sometimes people just want comfort and understanding and not solutions!! and make sure you're getting love and good treatment too bc u deserve it!! (<- me acting like i've been in more than 1 relationship in my whole life)

HOOOOOLYYYUU SHITTTHD HE'S GROWN UP SO MUCH🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he will forever be babyman though .

[realcube]

class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero 

and. he. will. die. 

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it 

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving 

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks 

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday 

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours 

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’ 

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat 

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro 

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.” 

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat* 

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari 

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver 

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!” 

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs 

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out 

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000 

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed 

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch 

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you 

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells  you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often 

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without  seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise 

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to 

just an overall gentleman tbh 

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler 

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments 

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated,  she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior 

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day 

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her 

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami 

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence 

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude 

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with 

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together 

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock 

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm 

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you 

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly 

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’ 

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.) 

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there 

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice 

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly 

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’ 

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would   stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder 

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not -  with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it 

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid 

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no 

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t 

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!” 

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy 

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

 “are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand 

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya 

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy 

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved 

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well 

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving. 

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile 

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

[eeveedel]

WIP Sunday

Hello all, I was tagged by to post a bit of my current WIP alongside some “art” -- I don’t have a current moodboard but I thought I would provide some general ~~aesthetic pics and another preview of the rancher harry fic -- this time an HL meet cute! I hope you all enjoy, and happy Sunday

Harry heard a rapping at the screen door, and he grunted, shifting his weight forward so he could sit up and hoist himself out of his armchair.

He took a step forward on his good leg while his bad one dragged behind him. After a bit of walking around, it usually woke up enough for him to put more weight on it, but for now, after his rest, it was a dead weight of pins and needles behind him. It took a bit of effort to get to the front door, but he got there eventually. He grabbed his cane that was leaning by the door, and then opened the wood door, revealing just the screen and what lay beyond it.

There was a man in mint green scrubs and a thick corduroy jacket on his porch, perfectly centered between the big American flag hanging beside Harry’s door and the pots of tulips lining the front gate. The man at the front door was young. He had some creases around his eyes and mouth but his freshly shaved face looked so youthful, along with his bright eyes behind his big, wire frame glasses.

“Howdy,” Harry drawled, lifting his thermos to his mouth, “You must be — “ His tongue worked in his mouth, trying to come up with the name Margaret had given him last week. It wasn’t something common around here, and yet it still evaded him.

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pushing up the brim of his hat with his thumb, “Help me out, what’s your name, son?”

“Oh, I’m Dr. Tomlinson, but you can call me Louis,” he said. “Dr. Baldwin caught me up on some of the animals you have here and their needs, sir,” he said. “I know you have a pregnant cow nearing the end of term and a newly pregnant mare that just needs a bit of a checkup as your main concerns. She also told me you had a few roosters and a chicken coop, is that correct?”

Harry cracked a smile and nodded.

“Well, that’s correct. Seems like you did your homework,” he said. “Cherry’s gonna have a baby now damn day now and I just found out about Goldie last month.”

He took a sip of his coffee, shuffling his feet and readjusting his cane as he did.

“You don’t need to worry too much about the chickens, they nearly take care of themselves. Got a few pigs but those are going to market in a couple months, but you can take a look at ‘em if you want to.”

He pushed at the screen door, moving out onto the porch to meet Louis directly. When he was in front of the man, he could see Louis looked even younger up close, and he was nearly a full head shorter than Harry.

“Can I get you something to drink or anything before we go out?” Harry asked, taking the briefest moment to look the young vet over.

“Um, maybe a glass of water after we finish up? It is a bit hot out today, even though it’s January,” Louis rambled. “I mean, I came from San Francisco, so it’s still hot there— anyways, sorry.”

He exhaled, his cheeks already pink.

“Could you show me to Cherry first, please?” Louis asked. “I want to make sure she and her calf are in tip top shape.”

Harry smiled gently. The young vet was eager, and looked a bit flustered. He tried not to let his gaze linger too much longer, although he already liked him.

“Sure thing. I’ll show you out the pasture. Cherry’s probably out gossiping with her friends.”

He walked to the edge of the porch, taking the small ramp that was easier to navigate with his cane.

“Tell me, they have a lot of cows out in California, Louis?” he asked as they trudged along the path, “Because if this is your first one, I’ll give you a fair warning. Cherry’s a sweet girl but a little sassy.”

“Well, I grew up in San Francisco, so no, we don’t have a lot of farms there,” Louis said. “But I studied with a bit of everything in veterinary school, and went to a lot of farms up north. So yeah, I’ve worked with cows.”

“Good, good,” Harry nodded.

He walked through along the dirt path that led from the house to the rest of the ranch. He led Louis past the chicken coop and the large horse barn, moving out to the back part of the property with the cattle barn and the large pasture. His leg was starting to wake up, making his gait a bit less strained.

“Where did you study?” he asked.

“UC Santa Barbara for undergrad and then vet school at UC Berkeley,” Louis said. “I just graduated last spring, actually.”

“Congratulations,” Harry said. “Before you look at my girls, you wanna tell me know if you were bottom of your class?”

Louis laughed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

“I was actually valedictorian.”

“Damn. Undergrad or vet school?”

“Uh,” Louis said, smiling sheepishly. “Both? And high school.”

“Jeez,” Harry chuckled. “Well. I didn’t even go to college, so you’ve already impressed me many times over.”

They arrived in front of the enormous cattle barn and the wide pasture beyond it. Harry smiled to himself, lifting the hand that wasn’t gripping his cane.

“Yep,” he smiled to himself, “There she is.”

He gestured to the pasture, and specifically pointed to one of the cows, a rich red brown and swollen at the belly, who was smack in the middle of a group of five other black and white cows.

“Gossiping, just like I thought,” Harry said. He reached for the gate, going to unlock it, “Well, come on, you can give me your expert opinion.”

“Wow, she’s beautiful,” Louis marveled.

“Don’t let her hear that, it’ll go straight to her head,” Harry said. He opened the gate fully, then opened the pasture and turned around, holding it open for Louis.

Once they were both inside, Harry approached Cherry, cooing and clicking his tongue as he walked. She looked up and stared at him, chewing slowly on a thick clump of grass, but when she was done, she let out a low moo and slowly but surely waddled towards him.

“Here she comes,” Harry smiled.

They both stood and watched her as she slowly came over, and when she did, she immediately gravitated to Harry.

“Hey, princess,” Harry said. He set his hand on her head and gently stroked her with his thumb, smiling to himself as she blinked at him with her big, milk chocolate eyes.

“Louis’s gonna take a look at you, pretty girl,” Harry said. “You be nice to him.”

Harry kept petting Cherry’s head and then looked over to Louis. The vet was kneeling on the ground, unlocking the briefcase he had brought. It was funny, seeing him with a shiny, clearly barely used case. Margaret had always just shoved her tools into her ancient Jansport backpack, which was covered in twenty years’ worth of coffee stains and held together with duct tape and spite.

Louis took out a pair of latex gloves and a stethoscope, then moved closer to the animal. He gave her a settle pat on her swollen side, then put the stethoscope’s earpieces in. He set the metal diaphragm on her side, and Cherry jolted a bit, but Louis cooed at her and kept petting her side as he listened. He closed his eyes and nodded a bit as he moved the cold metal over her stomach, humming softly to himself.

Harry watched Louis carefully touch and examine Cherry, the young man’s hands gentle but sure as he did his job. Harry had had his hesitations before Louis arrived. But he seemed at home, and like he really cared about doing a good job. Harry could appreciate that. He had spent years building up trust with Margaret to work with his animals, but, maybe he was just getting sentimental at his age, or Louis really did have a special touch, but he immediately felt just fine with the younger man taking care of his herd.

After a few minutes Louis opened his eyes and ducked his head down, examining Cherry’s udders and nether regions. Finally, he lifted his head and pulled himself up, taking the stethoscope out of his ears and draping it around his neck.

“Well, she looks great,” Louis said as he peeled off his gloves and shoved them into his jacket pocket. “The calf’s got a nice, strong heartbeat. She seems about a couple weeks away, but just keep an eye on her – “

“Early labor, yeah,” Harry said. “I always start preparing at least a couple weeks in advance of the due date, anyways. My girl Caroline went into labor a couple years ago, fuckin’ 16 days before she was due, and I was in Austin for the weekend. Only time I left the house in months, and she picked that weekend.”

One of the white cows in the pasture mooed loudly, and Harry looked over his shoulder and glared.

“Yeah, I’m talkin’ about you, fuckin’ drama queen,” he scoffed. “She’s a good girl. And a tough one. Had a delivery all by herself and nearly gave me a heart attack when I got home and there was a new baby toddling around.”

He turned back to Louis, offering an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, don’t mean to bore you with farm stories right off the bat.”

“It’s okay,” Louis said. “I love to hear animal stories.”

“Well, let me know in a few months if you’re sick of cow stories. That’s nearly the only kind of stories we have in this town.”

Louis just laughed and lifted his hand, shifting his glasses up his nose.

“Would you show me to Goldie, please? Just to see how her early stages are going.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Harry said. “Goldie’s in the small barn, come on.”

[akeijies]

SELF SHIPS

❝ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 🧺.˚ ] ❞ › ♡ ・・・akaashi keiji x mars

headcanons ; sneaking pics of each other, kim jonghyun is out favorite shared artist, little poems written on the bathroom mirror was expo markers, cuddling under a too small blanket, library in the making, him scratching my head loving the way my eyes flutter shut, us swapping glasses giggling about how blind we are, pink frames sit on the bridge of his nose while black rimmed specs slide off of my face “you’re as blind as a bat.”, alarms set for every minute but hitting the snooze button until one of us finally gets up, annotating books, playing editor’s assistant and trying to help him with his work, mocking each other’s old person groaning sounds when picking stuff up, cooking together, waiting for the other to come home to eat, sleepy insomniacs, dried roses in vases, cupped cheeks and fresh fruit, does not support me watching banana fish as much as i do but he will comfort me though

❝ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 🐚.˚ ] ❞ › ♡・・・ armin arlert x mars

headcanons ; cheek kisses, hushed giggles, sitting in the corner of parties with a book from the owner’s shelf, a little too drunk to read the lines properly, theatrical dancing in the kitchen to vanessa carlton, matching dinnerware in our favorite colors, library dates— “you need to save your money, the library has every book you could ever want!” “but i cant annotate it min :(“ just for him to buy the book for me later, binging criminal minds, always tucking each other into bed, forced baby voices that always make the other laugh, coordinated outfits, picnic dates, cuddling on a too small couch, stream watchers, me always putting the hint of highlight on his nose “it’s always kissable but now it’s kissable and shiny”, rewatching the titanic— always blushing at that part

❝ [ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈 🍀.˚ ] ❞ › ♡・・・takemichi hanagaki x mars

headcanons ; sushi lunch specials, painting with a twist at home because we’re both lightweights so bob ross and wine in the living room, mule kicks and tickle fights, snail appreciator ( me ) vs. scared of snails ( him ), making dinner together and settling for takeout, carnival dates, group game of tag in the mall posing as mannequins, hushed love confessions at night, he has matching headbands to whatever color is in my hair, colors in our favorite manga panels, face and hair masks, romance anime enthusiasts, we stop and do the wotakoi finger dance every time we hear fiction by sumika, love hot pot and he cries seeing octopus curl up but still eats them. leaving notes around the house, we wait up for each other to come home before we fall asleep, imitates our friend instagram photos, randomly holding each other’s faces if done for long enough we will start crying, both have evening jobs because we’re terrible morning people

— just little universes i escape to when the going gets tough.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Oh shit that was some solid Mipha content my dude! *chef's kiss* Love that lil' red sweetie! You're probably getting tired of the boys but if ever you were in the mood to write something with Kohga and Mipha just having some bff time, maybe doing something badass together, hacking up some lizalfos who interrupted their tea time or whatevs .... that would ROCK

We could definitely do some bonding time! Let’s get some stuff going between these two red cuties over here.

“Mipha!! There you are! I was starting to think you bailed on me!”

Mipha chuckled as she joined Kohga. Mipha and Kohga had agreed to go shopping together, in a new store located right in Hyrule field. It was the biggest thing since baked apples, and they immediately wanted to make a date out of it. Kohga was already there, alongside with Sooga of course. She gave a light shake of her head.

“No, I’m sorry, swimming classes with the guppies were dragging on longer than I thought. But I’m here now, and I’m OH so ready to spend the day with you!”

She dove in for a hug, and the usual handshake for Sooga. They turned to the building, and holy SHIT was it something else. It was worthy to be on the same road as Hyrule castle. Three whole stories, and with the advancements of Sheikah technology, there are all new things to buy. They walked in, almost overwhelmed by all the hubbub. Tons of shops and shopkeepers, all kinds of new and shiny things. Mipha didn’t like to be greedy, didn’t like to splurge, but...well, could you blame her for being excited? Before they dashed off like children in a candy store, Sooga cleared his throat, demanding their attention.

“Remember what we agreed on, Master Kohga.”

Kohga groaned, before motioning to Sooga, while looking at Mipha.

“Right right. We agreed that he’d carry all of our stuff, long as I don’t smack his ass in public. So, you might have to pull me back here and there.”

“I...suppose I could try.”

She chuckled. Kohga was so odd, honestly, but she liked that about him. Then, they were off. Mipha followed Kohga as he looked at all types of treats and books, and he followed her as she looked at glass figures and little hand mirrors. Kohga caught Mipha standing by a jewelry stand, cearly looking at one particular ring. Kohga nudged the box of cookies towards her, using it as a means to interject.

“Huh, pretty little ring eh?”

“It’s VERY lovely.”

Sooga peered over them, clearly just as interested as these two were. It was a stunning sapphire ring, surrounded by little diamonds. Kohga chuckled, nudging her shoulder.

“Take it you want uh, Link to get that for you, eh?”

“That’s not at all what I was thinking of!”

She huffed at him, face turning just that adorable shade of pink. Kohga laughed, pulling out his slate to snap a pic of that ring.

“I’m sending this to Link, maybe he’ll take the hint.”

“No! Don’t! Don’t make him think he has to do that! Kohga!”

She tried to reach for the slate, but she was SO small next to him, he was refusing to relent. Sooga sighed, and as the only goddamn grownup in this group, he snatched the slate from his hand, somehow still holding the piles of crap Kohga made him hold.

“Will you two please behave? We are in public. Link will get it in his own time. Last I checked, you once said they were too young for this anyway.”

“Well yeah, but not when they BOTH clearly want to! They’ve been trying to get hitched for like, a year now? I’m just trying to help!”

Mipha felt bad for what she was going to do, but ultimately decided; this was worth it to teach Kohga a lesson. She leaned over the counter a bit, getting the woman’s attention.

“Excuse me, miss! Could you please help my friend here? We’re looking for engagement rings for these two!”

“Oh of course! Let me help you both!”

“Hey wait a minute, I don’t need help-”

Kohga had no effect on the lady as she grabbed his hand, getting a look at his frame.

“Oh, how about something in rose gold? I WAS thinking black, but rose gold goes with the vibe.”

Kohga was trying to figure out how to politely step away from this situation, but was finding it pretty difficult. He motioned for Sooga to help him, and he took the hint.

“We’re sorry, but we aren’t interested in-”

“Oh and you’re the other groom to be, I take it! Oh how cute! You two have the big day all planned out? My brother owns the shop right across from here- he can definitely help you get some nice tuxedos, or maybe even dresses, that’s all the rage nowadays! Here let me get him-BRO!!”

She yelled right across from them, which seemed to bring a man forward.

“Yes?”

“Help me figure out what these two grooms should wear with some of these rings, will you? I don’t even think these poor dears have gotten started planning yet!”

Kohga gestured wildly, though no one seemed to take heed.

“What the fuck is happening, Sooga-”

The man chuckled, patting Sooga on his shoulder.

“Oh I understand! I was lost during my own wedding plans as well! Don’t worry, we’ll help you the whole way! Oh, and you must be the maid of honor, so nice to meet you!”

He reached over to shake Mipha’s hand, and she nodded, as if there wasn’t a thing wrong with what he said.

“I am, actually! And we are in fact, rather lost. He JUST got to popping the question, didn’t plan that far ahead, I’m afraid!”

Sooga looked just as confused, and he was about to interject, when the lady looked at him, all smiles.

“Oh oh oh! I know JUST the place you should honeymoon too! How long have been waiting to get hitched you two?”

Sooga said nothing for a moment, before he cleared his throat.

“I’ve...been wanting that for as long as I could recall. It is an honor to be near him, let alone have the relationship we have now.”

The two seemed to aww, hands over their chests as they fawned over the two. Kohga stomped his foot, not liking the fact that no one was correcting these two idiots.

“Sooga you’re a fucking idiot, I will smack you in front of all of these people. We are NOT-”

“Oh honey, weddings are stressful, we get it! Tell you what, my cousin, the baker, we’ll talk to him about getting you two a good deal. Brother, go get him over here, I wanna see if we can get a color scheme going on.”

“Right! I’ll get some pictures of some dresses that we’ve been doing, and let me tell you the panties that come with it? Will knock your socks off.”

Sooga opened his mouth to interject, when he shrugged.

“I mean...we COULD try some stuff.”

“SOOGA MY FOOT IS GOING SO FAR UP YOUR TIGHT ASS.”

They both seemed to laugh his threat off, while Mipha just sat there, looking all smug.

“Oh do enjoy yourself Kohga. Afterall, I’m just trying to help.”

“Mipha, I love you, but you a BITCH-”

He didn’t get to say much else as the lady took his hand again, slipping a ring on his finger. He was about to tell her off again, when Sooga peered over his shoulder, nodding.

“I rather like it, actually, how much is it?”

“Depends on the size, but we can talk about payment plans!”

“HE makes the money, actually-”

“Oh, my bad! Here, give me your hand sweetie, let me see if it goes well with YOU.”

Sooga, carried away with the notion of a wedding, put his hand on the counter, allowing himself to try another ring. She scowled, trying the rose gold, but not seeming sure.

“I don’t know, I like it?”

“Sweetie, it’s just not your color. What are we thinkin’, hubby?”

Kohga threw his hands in the air, trying to figure out how to stop this crazy train.

“One, NOT hubby! Two, thank you, but we’re not fucking interested, and three, if you don’t get that bullshit off of your finger, I’m going to shove it up your ass, do you understand?”

Sooga clearly looked disappointed, and the woman frowned, leaning over to pat Sooga’s arm.

“Bridezillas. Honey, we get it, it’s the stress. We’ll help you make the day special, okay?”

“...That’s very nice, thank you.”

Kohga was about to let him have it, when suddenly the cake guy walked in, a tray of cakes in his hands.

“Hey hey! Heard there were two little wedding bucks around here! Here, try some of these, tell me what you think! We have red velvet, chocolate and champagne, a nice marble, a carrot cake, a lemon, which is my personal favorite-”

Kohga let his head thunk against the counter, and gave a muffled scream. The three workers looked at each other, and clicked their tongues.

“Wedding jitters.”

[loversarcanas]

doing this on a separate post bc i don't want to risk making the original post longer, but i got tagged by my DARLING friend @jenvstheorbs THANK YOU 💖 i always love an excuse to talk about myself 🌟

Favourite Colour: pink!! but especially pastel pink

Currently Reading: uhhhhhh tbh i haven't like Read-read in years outside of fanfic-y stuff. but the one i read was a cute crossover between the love live 3rd years and love live sunshine 3rd years working at a clothing store and chocolate shoppe across from each other in a mall around christmas. genuinely one of the few fics that actually made me laugh out loud AND they all end in cute poly trios with each other. a+

Last Song: TWIT by hwa sa!! tbh its the only song i've listened to by her so far but it fucks

Last Series: the owl house! its actually my new hyperfixation rn and i'm impatient to watch the next ep + see the amity centered ep 👉👈 i adore both her and luz but since luz has eda and camilla and amity has the worst parents im officially adopting her as my daughter miss honey style

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: these are all good at different times but 9 times out of 10 i'll pick sweet (but it can't be Too sweet you feel. like make it a lil sour or tangy)

Cravings: UGH i get cravings so much for different things but it usual all comes down to pizza, chocolate, or gatorade

Tea or Coffee: both! i usually have coffee in the morning and then a cup of tea in the evening. though i admit im a little bit of a 'tea snob' and have my own special tea mugs, tea strainer, and back when i had more income i got monthly tea boxes and would post pics on instagram with them. coffee is more like my supplemental dose of caffeine so i don't crash an hour into consciousness lol. just throw a keurig cup in there and add some almond creamer and sugar, boom

Currently Working On: a few things! serious stuff is job searches, finally changing my address and insurance after living here for a year, and helping family move some furniture out/in. funsies is bingewatching youtube, shiny hunting, and aimlessly creating ideas for things that should be fics and then never writing them </3

i will tag @seaslc @chemiglow @edelgard-more-like-baedelgard @wip-in-pieces and whoever else wants to join in! ♡

[the-great-marsh]

If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be? What songs do you listen to when wanting to get into the mood of roleplaying? Other than roleplaying, what’s your favorite hobby?

Late Munday Questions! | ACCEPTING

OH BOY I GET TO GUSH ABOUT MY FRIENDS!! AWESOME!!

@gigekitanzan is literally my BEST FUCKING FRIEND!! I LOVE AXEL SO MUCH... THEY’RE SUCH AN AMAZING GORDIE AND I ADORE THEM!! They always are there for me when I need someone to talk to, and they’re just the best friend I could have ever asked for!! I adore them and you should give their blog a follow, as well as their other blog @deepsea-guardian !!

@noxencores YES KIT YOU ARE NOT EXEMPT FROM THE GUSHING!! i love you so much... you’re always so lovely to talk to and I adore you!! Your Piers is incredible and I absolutely love him!! I love the autism hcs it makes me habby... and I love what we’ve got planned for Roark and Piers too!! And their leetol daughter Amandine... love her... I’m just so excited for everything and AAA I LOVE YOU KIT!!

@barrika-dark IS ANOTHER AMAZING PIERS!! THEIR HCS AND THINGS ARE SO AMAZING... I ABSOLUTELY ADORE TALKING TO THEM OOC AS WELL!! SUCH A DELIGHTFUL PERSON, AND WITH AMAZING WRITING TO BOOT!! I’m so excited for the things we have planned for Mallow and Piers... sibling shenanigans... love those two!! Please shoot them a follow, you won’t regret it!!

@drakenskies  IS A TOTAL SWEETHEART WITH AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING RAIHAN!! I love just going into Libra’s dms and asking about their Raihan and just getting so many paragraphs of hc goodness... Libra’s an incredible writer and their Raihan makes me SO happy... seeing how happy he is with Leon makes me SOB... AND HE’S A GOOD DAD TO GLORIA... LOVE THESE TWO... plus!! Libra’s a joy to talk to outside of rp!! We talk a lot and I’m so glad I got over my nerves and reached out to them!! Such an amazing friend and writer, love you Libra!!

@xfaucheuse MY FELLOW ROARK... if you like my Roark, please give their Roark a follow over at @fcssilized !! An incredibly lovely person who I cannot wait to get to know better!! We’ve been working on a sibling au for our Roark and honest to god IT’S SO WEIRD HOW MANY COINCIDENCES THERE ARE BETWEEN OUR PORTRAYALS? LIKE THEIR MOMS NAMES ARE BOTH JADE... OUR ROARK’S HEIGHTS ARE THE MUN’S HEIGHTS BUT SWAPPED... THERE’S SO MUCH!! But I digress, I love you dude!! Can’t wait to talk to you more!!

@fallenspirit IS MY LITERAL FUCKIGN BROTHER!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANDY!! WE TALK CONSTANTLY AND OUR DISCORD RPS ARE LIKE... SO FUN... I REALLY LIKE WHAT WE’VE GOT GOING BETWEEN ROARK AND SPIRIT!! You’re so lovely to talk to and I really can’t wait to meet you someday because you’re really like the brother I always wanted. You’re always there for me, and I can only hope that I’ve been doing a good job of being there for you too. LOVE YOU BRO!!

@circhester-flair YOURE SUCH A SWEETIE... I LOVE TALKING TO YOU AND I HOPE A TIME COMES WHERE YOU’RE NOT INTIMIDATED BY ME!! I’m literally a potato and I love you so much dude!! You’re such a sweetie and you’re always messaging me to check up on me and stuff and I cannot tell you how much that means to me... and your muses are amazing too!! I love your Erika so much... can’t wait to progress the ship more with her and Mallow!! I adore you dude!! Please go check out their Erika over at @celadonbeauty !!

@breakingswipe I’M SO GLAD I STARTED TALKING TO YOU AGAIN EVEN THO I WAS NERVOUS YOU’D BE UPSET I’D FORGOTTEN TO MESSAGE YOU FOR SO LONG... Raihan is such a good dad to Gloria and I really love the dynamic we’ve got going with them so far!! I love your Raihan so much and I love you as a mun, Ra! I can’t wait to get to know you better because you just seem like such an incredible sweetheart!!

@battletowered WHIMSY I LOVE YOU... they did the icons for my oc Marilene over at @/riptcde and I absolutely adore them, please give them a commission if you’re looking for someone to get icons from! Otherwise though, Whimsy’s an incredible Leon!! And an incredible friend in general!! I love talking to them and I hope I can get to know them better in the future!! Such a total sweetie, I adore them!!

@teamyellboss I LOVE YOU DUDE... IT’S SO NICE TO TALK TO YOU ALL THE TIME AND I’M SO GLAD WE’VE BEEN TALKING MORE! You’re always so nice to talk to and you really understand the shit I’m going through which is so lovely to hear and just... UGH I love your Piers. Why are Piers muns always so fucking rad? There’s literally so many Piers muns on this list. ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE SNAKE PICS I ADORE THEM... you’re such a sweetie and I love talking to you!! Mwah!!

ALRIGHT I’D LIKE TO SHOUT OUT MORE FRIENDS BUT THAT’S ALREADY WAY MORE THAN FIVE... OOPS...

And!! As for other hobbies? I love singing, shiny hunting, sewing, and researching my special interest, snakes! I adore snakes they’re my babies... if you have a snake PLEASE send me pics...

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AU-gust Day 8- Superpowers/Superheroes

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So apparently when I say ‘these are very long, maybe I should make them less long next time’ it apparently means ‘WRITE NEARLY 5000 WORDS AND SUFFER’ I’m having. A day. Not a bad one just. A Day. This more or less feels like a pilot episode for something honestly.

Please do not ask why I keep writing Sin because there is no answer.

Ky had left him in charge of the scanner. Again.

And Sin knew why he had done it, why he always left him sitting in the high-backed chair perched in front of an array of high-tech computers while he and his friends leapt into action. It wasn’t because Sin was any kind of tech genius. It was because it was the best way of keeping him out of the way.

They didn’t even pretend like it was a real task in need of doing. Sol had already rigged the scanner so that it would send notifications to the entire team as soon as it picked up anything suitably peculiar. Ky’s excuse was that they needed him to watch it and make sure the scanner didn’t malfunction, but it never did. It was just a good way to keep him from running around while Ky couldn’t keep an eye on him.

Well, he could have brought him along, but whenever he suggested, Ky just had to get all uppity about it, and say in so many words that he didn’t want his precious baby boy going on dangerous missions, except he’d say it in a way that made him sound completely reasonable and rational, even though he was a teenager now and he was tired of spending time in front of the monitors and doing nothing but sitting on his ass like a useless idiot.

He shifted to prop his chin up on his other arm. The scanner did another rotation around Illyria, but no notification popped up, just like the last thousand or so times. Ugh, he’d been here for hours, when were they going to come back? The distress call had come from the complete opposite side of town, but considering that half of them could fly, and Ky himself could turn into a goddamn lightning bolt, they were awfully slow. So much for ‘just a quick mission’ like he had promised.

Groaning, Sin abandoned the chair and left it to spin behind him. He left the completely empty computer room to head into the equally-empty kitchen, hoping to find something to munch on. In between Sol’s beer bottles, Testament’s vegan snacks and Chipp’s leftover Japanese takeout, there was a plastic-domed pastry box. His excited smile melted off as soon as he pulled it out and peered inside.

“Thank you for keeping our city safe!” Said the fancy frosting letters. Yeah, he knew where it was from. The local orphanage had sent it after Ky and his friends had stopped Judgement from blowing up half the city last week. Because they were a bunch of good-samaritan do-gooders so compassionate and helpful that they got fucking cake from orphans.

He still cut a big piece from it before shoving the thing back into the fridge. Hey, cake was cake. Plus, he could get a kick out of ruining the letters and part of the bright yellow smiley-face under it.

At least being stuck at the base meant nobody raised a stink over him sitting on the meeting table. Sin was careful not to leave any shoe tracks on it, though, after Ky had chewed him out for it the last time. Personally, he thought having a white table was stupid in the first place, but that was the design Ky liked. It was the same reason they had the big sweeping ceilings, elaborate carvings along the walls, and a special designated chair for each of their official members, individualized by their names and insignias (Because his dad really was that fucking cliche)

In between bites of cake, he toed at the fancy lightning bolt carved into Ky’s chair, with ’Thunderseal’ written out above it. Sin remembered when he used to chase his father around the house, pretending to be him with a construction-paper mask and towel cape. He had utterly idolized Thunderseal, and dreamed that someday he would be able to take up the mantle when he became a real hero. It wasn’t a dream he clung onto anymore. Just the shadow of being his son was big enough.

Sin tried to take his mind off things by pulling out his phone. Maybe May would be up for a chat.

‘Anything going on w/ u?’

May always had her phone on her, so it didn’t take long before his pinged with a message. ’Just finished a job! Hbu?’

‘Send pics?’ Just his luck he got her while she was out working. At least maybe he could get a few cool pictures out of it.

Just like last time, it barely took a minute before she responded back with a pile of photos. All of them had May smiling with her teammates in uniform, along with a very irritated-looking (and very wet) tied-up criminal. He’d hoped that the pictures would have cheered him up, but all it did was annoy him further. She was younger and smaller than him by a lot, but she was allowed to go out on dangerous jobs.

Mer-May, the absolute darling of the Jellyfish team of superheroes. Even though they weren’t from Illyria, he still saw stories and photos about them in the paper. They looked like a real team. They probably took all their team members out on missions, and when they didn’t, he bet they had a much better reason than needing someone to watch the scanners.

’Great job! :D’ he messaged back with stiff, trembling fingers, before an errant current made his screen crackle and explode in a burnt cloud.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Why did that always happen when he got frustrated, this was his twelfth phone in the last year! Like he needed one more thing to be annoyed about.

Sin was sick and tired of being inside. He abandoned his half-eaten cake at the table and headed for the entrance, swiping his jacket and a spare mask on the way out.

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Nobody gave him much of a second look as he slid along the wires twenty feet off the ground. Anybody who even noticed the crackle of electricity in the first place regarded him with complete nonchalance. Superpowered individuals had become a lot more commonplace, especially with the formation of publicly-known groups like the Jellyfish and the Guardians of Illyria. It was practically a celebrity subculture. Just a fixture of daily life. People with powers no longer had much of a reason to hide anymore.

In his absentmindedness, he nearly fell off-balance and slipped from the wire he was on. He wondered if Ky ever did that on the job. He might’ve been the team’s shiny poster-boy, but he wasn’t as perfect as everyone always acted like he was. It didn’t stop the newspapers and nighttime TV reports from painting him as some flawless guardian angel. Even when he was little, they were always talking about Ky.’s exploits, how he made Illyria a safe place. For the longest time, all that praise had convinced him his father could do no wrong.

Sin remembered the times when he would hold his father’s hand as they skated across the powerlines, helping him keep his balance. Sin always kept his eyes peeled for trouble, and whenever they spotted a kitten stuck in a tree or someone struggling with groceries, Ky would let him take charge to ‘save’ the civilian in need. He used to love the slightly-exaggerated smiles from grateful people and congratulatory pats on the head from his father, but it all felt so infuriatingly patronizing now. He didn’t want to be stuck helping old ladies cross the street while his father and his friends fought the real villains and saved the day. It never felt like he was helping anyone in the long run, he was just doing errands for people and nothing more than that.

He skidded to a stop on an electronic billboard, slid down the maintenance ladder, and found a place to sit. From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a tiny battered book and pen.

‘Sin the Superhero!’ was scrawled across the front in faded, childlike handwriting. He skipped past the scribbled-over and torn pages in the front half, all practically carbon-copies of Ky, until he reached the more complicated doodles and neater handwriting.

‘Hero Name Ideas.’ The list had gotten longer recently, but still none of them seemed to fit him right. He scratched off a couple of older ideas and jot down ‘Livewire’ and ‘Sparx’ at the bottom. Mmm, no, when he wrote them down on paper, that didn’t seem right, either.

“Ughh, why is this so hard!?” Sin groaned to himself, closing the book and smacking himself in the face with it. He wasn’t going to be Thunderseal. No matter what, he was not going to be Thunderseal.

He’d thought of skipping town and joining the Jellyfish, but May’s manager Johnny said that they only accepted female members. There were a few others scattered across the country, like the ones down in Kagutsuchi, Remnant, and Inaba, but they seemed so different from what he was used to, Sin wasn’t sure he’d fit in even if they let him join.

He spotted a convenience store half a block down. Maybe he just needed a snack to help him think. He hadn’t gotten to finish his cake, after all.

Sin slid back up onto the powerline and followed the sidewalk until he found a wall generator to jump into near ground-level. The light burst that followed him when he landed startled an older woman as she headed back to her car, but otherwise nobody paid attention.

The convenience store was awfully quiet for the afternoon, but all it meant was that he could scour the aisles for something to eat. They didn’t have anything meaty, so he settled for red licorice. It almost looked like meat.

“Would you like a bag?” The cashier asked, with the usual feigned-cheer that minimum wage barely afforded.

“Nah, I’m just gonna eat it now.” He replied, digging for a few spare bills in his back pocket.

When he found the money and went to turn back around, he spotted an ominous smear of crimson in his peripheral vision. Out through the front windows, a peculiar-looking girl was stumbling across the parking lot barefoot, stained in what appeared to be blood.

“The hell…?” Sin murmured. He realized he still had money in his hand. “Oh. Shit, uh, keep the change!” All but throwing the money at the poor woman, he grabbed his licorice and bolted out the door, taking a moment to swing his head around to find that girl again before running after her. “Hey! Hold on a second!”

Maybe he was too loud, because she immediately flinched and threw up her arms to cover her head. “I-I’m sorry!”

“You’re...what?” He skidded to a stop right in front of her. Yeah, that was definitely blood. The girl didn’t seem to be in a good condition, if the stumbling hadn’t already given it away. All the bloodstains appeared to be coming from the numerous wounds on her body, mixed together with a handful of ugly violet bruises. “Man, you look in bad shape. Did you get attacked?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” With her arms still covering her, she crouched down and began trembling.

Sin’s features softened. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He crouched down next to her, trying his best to sound harmless. “Okay? Not gonna hurt you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Y-you aren’t?” A single diamond-blue eye peeked between trembling fingers.

“No, I’m not. Are you in danger? Do you need someone to keep you safe?”

She gave him a slow, jerky nod. “Ok! I can do that. My house is really safe, my dad’s a superhero so you don't have to worry about people getting in unless you want them to! Why don’t we go there, and then I can get you some bandaids?”

Another little nod. “Sounds like a plan, then!” He took her hand, helped her back up, and turned in the direction of where he’d come from. “It’s over this way, so we can-”

“No!! No, no, we can’t!” She suddenly shrieked, trying to pull herself from his grip.

“Woah, woah!” Sin let her go in his shock. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go! I can’t go!” She cried, tugging at her pale pink hair with both hands. “I can’t leave without my sister!”

“Your sister? Where is she?”

Her expression grew haunted. “Oh...oh no...I left her behind...I promised we wouldn’t be separated…”

Sin tried to quell the growing feeling of excitement unfurling in him. Yes, this girl was clearly in need of help. He was finally doing his first real job as a hero, without Ky getting in the way! And he’d found it all by himself! But he needed to keep serious.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get your sister.” He gave the girl a confident grin. “Can you show me where she is?”

Another nod. “Uh-huh. I can show you.”

“Think you can show me from the rooftops? It’ll be faster that way.” She didn’t pull away again when he started leading her towards the generator he had jumped out of.

“Huh? There’s no ladder, how would you- aaaah!”

Sin scooped her up before taking off up the wires to the roof. “I’m a hero, too! I can follow electric currents! So if you can point me in the direction of- oh.”

The sudden movement had apparently freaked her out, and both of her trembling arms were tightly wrapped around him for stability.

“Oops. Um, sorry about that. I forget the vertigo is really bad the first few times.” He tried giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “But I promise I won’t drop you, okay? I just need you to show me what direction you came from.”

It took her a moment to unbury herself from her place in his jacket, but she reached out to point towards the heart of Illyria. “That way. It's by the big building with a cow on the roof.”

His grin came back as Sin felt the sparks fly off his feet. “Say no more!”

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Sin had never been to this part of town before, on the ground or otherwise. It seemed like a perfectly nice neighborhood, but for some reason, there was just something that felt...off.

He tried not to worry about it. “Hey, so you didn’t tell me your name. I’m Sin! What should I call you?”

The girl in his arms seemed to have finally gotten used to the harsh movements, only wincing when the harsh wind blew the hair in her eyes. “E-Elphelt.” She said. “My name is Elphelt.”

Weird name, but he didn’t say anything. Even if he wanted to, he was interrupted by her pointing him left. “R-right there! The big white building!”

“This one?” He asked, sliding up onto the roof of what he could only guess was a large warehouse. A few trucks were parked out in front, but he didn’t see any people, nor were any lights on inside. “Are you sure this is it?”

“Mmhm!” She nodded vigorously, though the fear had come back into her eyes. “Please! I can’t leave her behind!”

We’re gonna save your sister, don’t worry.” Sin put her down on the roof next to him, and began searching for some kind of way in. “How did you get out?”

She walked towards one of the building’s edges and peered down. “Stairs! There’s emergency stairs by the windows!”

“Stairs?” He headed off after her. Sure enough, a set of metal stairs snaked down the building’s side. “We can get in through one of those windows!”

The two of them ran down a few flights, only stopping when Elphelt pointed one out. “This one! I think it’s this one!”

“This one?” Sin repeated back. He crouched down to get a good look at it. “I don’t think it’s latched; it should probably just slide open from the bottom.”

“Okay, then let’s-”

“Wait-” He grabbed her hand a half-second before she could slide the window open. “There’s an alarm. It’ll trigger if you pull it open.”

Elphelt recoiled immediately. “How can you tell?”

“I told you I can ride currents, right? I can sense them, too.” He put a hand on the wall next to the window. “Feels like there’s a whole security system set up and wired to the same main hub.” Elphelt was tearing up again in the corner of his eye, and he raised his free hand to assure her. “Don’t worry. Each window has its own sensor alarm. If I can just overload it…”

Sin pressed his eyes shut and willed a bolt of electricity into existence. He slid it between his hands a few times before feeding it into the sensor. After a moment, he felt the current split off between the window and the rest of the system as the wires melted and the plastic exploded.

“Okay, just hold your breath…” He put his hands on the sill. In one motion, he jerked it open and...no alarm.

“Phew…” Elphelt shook her head in momentary relief, before tensing up again. “We have to hurry! We have to hurry!”

She squeezed herself inside before he could even think of doing it himself. Once she had gotten inside, he wormed in after her. “Yeah, of course. But why do we have to hurry? I don’t think anyone’s here.”

The building was as dark inside as it had looked outside. The room they had been dumped into had a high ceiling and a concrete floor, but was nearly empty aside from some storage crates. At least, they looked like storage crates, he couldn’t really tell. From another pocket, he pulled out a rechargeable flashlight, funneled a bit of electricity into it, and switched it on. A narrow slice of light cut through the empty room.

It fell on Elphelt’s horrified face. “El? What’s wrong?”

“We have to hurry.” She spoke in a trembling whisper. “We have to hurry before mother comes home.”

He wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but it seemed important to her. “Okay. We’ll go quickly. What room is your sister in? Can you show me?”

The hallway was slightly lighter, but no less empty. Had everyone gone home already? Then again, he had no idea what this building was for in the first place, maybe there never were people at all. He couldn’t see any security cameras on the ceilings, but even if they were there, he doubted they would be able to see much.

He followed Elphelt down a couple sets of stairs. They both kept their backs pressed to the wall, their footsteps light, and their guard up. Sin glanced over his shoulder every few seconds to be absolutely sure they weren’t being followed.

At one point, Elphelt stopped and held a hand out to him. “I think this is it.”

Compared to the rest of the building, he could sense a veritable feast of electricity coursing back and forth beyond the door they were staring at. It seemed logical that if she was anywhere, it would be in there.

The new room was a stark difference in just how blindingly white it was. Sin had to blink and cover his eyes for a minute while he convinced himself that he was not actually going blind. Elphelt seemed unconcerned with the sudden change, and walked deeper in without him.

“Elphelt! Wait!” He hissed, blinking to clear his vision. The blurry edges eventually smoothed out and sharpened. “Woah…”

Just from a wild guess, it had to be some kind of laboratory. All the glass, fancy equipment, and desks looked like something from the sci-fi shows Sol liked to watch. What kind of science exactly, he had no idea. But it didn’t matter. He had to help Elphelt. Where had she gone to?

“El?” He called out, still trying to keep himself from being too loud. It was a bright white room and she had bright pink hair, how could he not find her in two seconds?

Sin felt his stomach growl as he began to search. Absentmindedly, he pulled out his abandoned licorice and peeled a strand off to eat it. “El?”

He thought he had spotted a flash of pink, but when he approached it, he found a strange pile of pink mush in a large clear dish. He didn’t have the slightest idea of what it was, but it unnerved him. Sin put down his licorice on the tabletop and reached for a glass rod that had been left near it.

What did he think would happen if he prodded it? That was another question he couldn’t answer. It made an odd, gooey noise as the tip sank into its surface. It had looked solid, but the more he pushed into it, the more the glass vanished, even when he thought it would have gone all the way through and come out the other end.

“Sin!”

“Elphelt?” He looked up from his impromptu experiment. Why had he let himself get distracted? Sin pulled the stick back out and set it on the table, and reached for his-

“Where’d I put my licorice…?”

“Sin! Please!”

“Coming, El!” That was more important. He ran off towards her voice. The tables gave way to what he could only describe as giant stove burners built into the ground. “Where are you?”

“Over here!” He saw a hand in the air and headed towards it. It was actually Elphelt that time, instead of some weird arm-monster, thankfully.

“There you are. Jeez, you’re fast-” His eyes went wide.

There was...a girl, suspended in some sort of glassy prison. It hovered over one of the weird floor-burner things, spinning around and around as the room’s lights glinted off it. The girl inside didn’t seem especially bothered by the spinning, or the fact that the ball was barely big enough for her to fit inside. If he didn’t know any better, she looked completely unconscious.

“What the hell?” He looked at his companion. “El, is this her? Is this your sister?”

“Ram…” She said, more to the other girl than to him. Her eyes had gone wet with tears again.

There was an electrical current running under the burner. Without thinking, Sin shoved his hand into it and discharged a bolt of electricity.

He was pretty sure he felt the fluid splattering on his face before he even heard the glass break. The overload of energy had not only shut off whatever the burner was doing, but forced the ball to shatter. He heard Elphelt dive to the ground behind him. Any of the glass that exploded onto him was melted by the heat of his lightning. The smell of ozone and the backlash from overusing his powers was making him dizzy, but Sin tried to focus on what was around him.

Once the chaos had died down, Elphelt crawled back out from the table she’d hidden behind. “Sin?”

“El.” He sent her a dopey, tired smile. “I got it.”

“Ram!!” The girl hurried back over to kneel down by the unconscious body. A few glass shards had nicked their skin, but there was nothing especially worrying. Elphelt seemed to be far more concerned with Ram than she was about her own injuries, anyway. She scooped up the other girl and held her close, placing a hand on her chest as she began murmuring something incomprehensible. Sin watched a faint pink glow envelop her hand and flow into the other’s body.

“Elphelt?” He asked in quiet awe. “You have powers?”

Whatever she was trying to do, it seemed to have worked. As soon as the glow faded, Ram began to rouse.

“Mhh...Elphelt?”

“Ram!” El hugged her sister tightly as her shoulder began trembling. “Oh, you’re awake, you’re awake. I promised I wouldn’t leave you.”

“Elphelt…” She put a hand on her sister’s back and smiled gently. “I’m okay.”

“Th-this is Sin!” When she regained some of her composure, Elphelt pointed at him. “He helped me save you!”

“Yeah. But El, you said we had to hurry, right? We should leave.”

“Oh! We need to leave fast, you’re right.” Elphelt stood back up, but she appeared remarkably calm. In fact, she was smiling. “But we can go even faster with Ram!”

The girl nodded in silent agreement. She looped a hand around her sister’s waist, before beckoning Sin over.

“Faster?” He was confused, but he complied, stepping closer so Ram could grab him by the middle. “I’m not sure what you me-EEEEEAN- !”

The question was answered for him very quickly. His feet were off the ground before he could blink. Ram was shooting off towards the nearest wall, and he had absolutely no way of stopping her.

“Are you insane?!” They were going to fly headfirst into a metal wall! Sin absolutely couldn’t handle hitting something that solid that fast, but he didn’t have any electricity left to try and shock her into dropping him. All he could do was watch.

There was a horrific crunch, and everything went black.

And then blue, as they passed through to the other side without a scratch.

Sin hadn’t realized he was screaming in terror until he stopped. He saw a massive gaping hole in the metal when he turned to look back, but he couldn’t see a single scratch on him, or his questionably-deranged pilot.

“It’s okay, Sin!” Elphelt called. “Ram’s really strong!”

‘Strong’ didn’t seem like a very good explanation on how they hadn’t just smashed their collective heads open, but really, after everything he had been through, it seemed stupid to ask questions.

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU RAN OFF??”

Sin winced, pulling the receiver away from his ear. “I know, I know, dad, I messed up-”

“MESSED UP??” Ky’s voice shouted back. “You ran off without telling anyone! I thought you had been kidnapped!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He said. “But I promise I can explain everything. I need a ride back, do you think you can come pick me up over by Bishop Bakery? The place over at the corner of Hansen and 15th?”

“All the way out there?! Sin, what are you doing in the north district in the first place?”

“Uh, that’s a bit of a long story…” He turned to look at his two new companions. Elphelt kicked her bare feet under the bench as she watched the cars go by, and Ramlethal was sitting cross-legged and bobbing her head back and forth to a song coming out of a nearby radio. “A really long story. Why don’t I tell you all about it over leftover cake?”

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A dark shadow slid along sterile white walls, pacing back and forth and back. Immaculately manicured nails drummed against a pale sleeve, the only giveaway against a perfect porcelain mask of calmness.

“So they both ran away…” A melodic voice echoed off the high walls. “I never would have expected such ingenuity from her.”

The room went quiet for a moment. “Still, nothing I can’t handle. A few steps to shuffle around, but in the end, those girls saved me quite a lot of effort. Brought back to the Guardians on a silver platter! What a stroke of luck.”

She paused. “Oh? The boy? Just another pawn, easy enough to handle. His powers are little more than parlor tricks. I’ll have no trouble disposing of him as soon as he becomes a nuisance."

Another pause. Slowly, the porcelain mask began to crack. “Is that so?

In the blink of an eye, she lashed out to grab one of the trailing tubes. It was squeezed in a white-knuckled grip until the flow was dammed. “Now, you aren’t getting all high and mighty on me, are you?” She asked in a sickly-sweet voice, putting the smiling mask back on. “Don’t forget who gave you all of your shiny new toys. If it weren’t for me, you would still be rotting away in that hospital bed, where nobody could hear you.”

She took a moment longer to grab onto the clear plastic, then let it go. “I’m glad you’ve decided to cooperate. I helped you for a reason, you know. I saw the potential you had...Ah, I ramble so much.” She shook her head. “I’ll leave you to your work. And don’t forget to get plenty of rest. We have so much work to do, and so little time…”

The shadow moved away, melting into all the others with the sound of clicking heels. Once it was far, far away, the faint hum of magic sounded. From another pool of darkness, a half-eaten package of red licorice floated into the faint light. A single braid was pulled out of it, and invisible fingers peeled a stand off to carry it into an awaiting mouth. Artificial strawberry, what a peculiar flavor.

“So…” A silent voice echoed in the darkness. “...Sin?”