#phantom type 💀

[aleksatia]

Xavier – Six Days of Silence

Alright, guys! Your reaction to MC’s dramatic disappearance (and the even more dramatic meltdown from the LADs—especially Xavier 👀) has been absolutely wild! I can’t thank you enough! 💖

I couldn’t just ignore your cries of despair and leave you hanging, so... I wrote a continuation with Xavier. 😏🔥

If you didn’t suffer enough in the last part, well—buckle up. 😈 But seriously, I’m beyond grateful for all the love and engagement, and now I’ve got just one question... who’s next?! 👀💀

Previous Part

The door closes behind you with a quiet click.

Silence settles.

It doesn’t matter that the apartment is empty. Xavier is still here.

Not physically. But in the way the air still feels heavy with the weight of his words. In the way your phone stays too quiet, too still, despite how many times you check it. In the way his white hoodie—the one you never returned—hangs loosely around your shoulders, fabric slightly too big, smelling faintly of something cold, something distant, something unmistakably him.

You should take it off. 

You don’t.

Not even when you curl up on the couch, pressing your face into the collar, trying to pretend that it doesn’t ache.

Trying to pretend that you don’t miss him.

But you do.

And it’s only been one night.

Day One – The Silence

The apartment is too quiet. Too hollow. The kind of silence that isn’t empty, but suffocating—thick with the weight of something unspoken, something unfinished.

Xavier doesn’t message you.

Not in the morning. Not in the afternoon. Not even at night, when the absence of his voice becomes unbearable, pressing down on your chest like a phantom weight.

You tell yourself it’s fine. That this is what you wanted. That he deserved it.

And yet, every time you reach for your phone—every time your fingers hover over the screen, itching to type something—anything—you stop.

Because if you start, you might not be able to stop.

And if you see his name flash across the screen, if you hear his voice—cold, restrained, the way it was when he told you to ask him again in six days—you might break.

And you refuse to be the first to break.

You told yourself you wouldn't do this.

Wouldn't pace the apartment, wouldn't reach for the door only to stop before your fingers brush the handle, wouldn't let yourself hover by the window as if expecting to see him below, walking with that same unshakable stride, hands in his pockets, the night folding around him like a living shadow.

You bite the inside of your cheek and turn away. This is ridiculous.

But it doesn’t stop your mind from unraveling the last time you saw him, the words that still sit on your skin like a bruise, aching, pulsing.

Two Weeks Ago

"You did it again."

Your voice was tight, measured, but it carried that dangerous edge, the one that meant you weren’t just angry—you were done.

Xavier stood in the doorway, his coat draped loosely over his shoulders, blood darkening the sleeve where it stuck to his arm. His own.

And yet, his expression remained unchanged.

"I handled it."

Effortless. Dismissive. As if bleeding out in the doorway wasn’t a cause for concern.

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. "You went into the No-Hunt Zone alone."

He exhaled slowly, unbothered, unconcerned. "Yes."

You wanted to shake him. Wanted to rip through that maddening, unflinching calm that always seemed to turn every argument into a chess match—where he never lost control, never let emotion slip past the surface.

"You promised," you said, quieter now, not because the anger had left, but because it was worse—quieter meant sharper, meant it was sinking in.

His gaze flickered. Not quite hesitation, but something close. Something annoyingly unreadable.

"I never promised," he corrected. "I said I’d be careful."

"You almost died last time," you snapped. "Or did you forget?"

A slow blink. "I don’t forget anything."

The weight of that truth settled like ice in your stomach.

"Then remember this." Your voice wavered just slightly. "You’re not immortal, Xavier."

His lips twitched, a fraction of amusement in the gesture. "Debatable."

You took a step forward. "You think longevity makes you untouchable?"

"I think," he said, tilting his head slightly, "that I’ve survived worse."

You stared at him. At the blood drying against his skin. At the way he stood so still, so effortlessly unaffected.

And that’s when you understood.

He had already made peace with his own death. And he expected you to do the same.

The thought made something break inside you.

"You want me to be a widow before I even get to be a wife?"

It came out before you could stop it, before you could think.

A flicker of something crossed his face—not shock, not emotion, but stillness. A brief, split-second pause.

And then, he shut it down.

"You’re being dramatic."

You stepped back as if struck. You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until you curled them into fists.

And then you laughed—soft, hollow, bitter. "You’re unbelievable."

"I’m realistic," he corrected.

That was when you left. You turned on your heel and walked out, before the frustration, the helplessness, the aching, consuming anger could drag you under.

And he let you go.

***

Now, you’re the one left behind.

You should have told him then. Told him how much it terrified you, the thought of coming back one day only to find his body on a slab, cold, lifeless, just another statistic in the war against Wanderers.

But you didn’t. Instead, you left. And now you’re here.

Alone.

Your phone is still on the table.

You stare at it for too long, the words forming and dissolving in your mind. You should write to him. It’s always been easier to write than to say it out loud. Because words—especially the ones that matter—come with too much weight, too much risk of cracking, of unraveling.

You start to type.

📱 You: Xav, I—

Your fingers freeze. You stare at the unfinished message for too long.

Then you delete it.

You sigh, rubbing your hands over your face, trying to chase away the exhaustion clawing at your mind.

At some point, you fall onto the couch, curling into yourself. The hoodie is still wrapped around you, the fabric worn and familiar, carrying the last traces of him.

Your eyelids feel heavy. Just for a moment, you close them.

A sharp vibration against the glass table jolts you awake. For a brief, heart-stopping second, you think it’s him.

Your fingers scramble for the phone, your pulse hammering, already too desperate for his name to appear on the screen.

Instead—

A message from a random, meaningless system notification.

You let out a slow breath. Your hands are shaking.

Because you had been waiting for him. Because some part of you still hoped.

You curl deeper into the hoodie, pressing your face into the fabric. And finally—you let yourself admit that you miss him too much.

Day Two – What Remains

The knock is barely there. So soft, so hesitant, like a ghost of sound rather than something real.

For a fleeting second—your heart leaps.

You open the door. The hallway is empty.

A cold draft brushes against your skin, slipping under the fabric of his hoodie.

But there, at your feet—a small black bag.

You kneel. Fingers brush over the label.

Painkillers. Electrolyte supplements. Emergency field rations. The essentials.

Your phone vibrates.

📱 Xavier: Take these.

You stare at the message, breathing out slowly through your nose.

A moment. A hesitation. Then—you type.

📱 You: Didn’t realize you made house calls.

📱 Xavier: I don’t. But you looked like you were about to collapse.

The words sink in too fast. Too easily.

Because of course, he noticed. Because of course, he knew. Because even now—even after everything—he’s still watching.

Your grip tightens around the phone.

📱 You: So you’re keeping tabs on me now?

📱 Xavier: No need. I already know how reckless you are.

A pause.

Then—

📱 Xavier: Take the damn medicine.

You press your tongue against the raw sting of broken skin, the inside of your cheek already torn from the habit, fingers hovering over the screen.

You could ignore him. Could let the pills sit untouched, just to prove a point. Instead, you close your eyes. And swallow the first dose dry.

It’s not an apology. Not even close.

But it’s something.

And that’s why it hurts more.

***

The night stretches long and restless.

You wake in intervals—too hot, too cold, too aware of the ache in your chest that no amount of painkillers can dull.

Somewhere between sleep and waking, your fingers drift over the phone again.

You hesitate. Then type—

📱 You: You said six days.

A second passes. Another.

Then—

📱 Xavier: I did.

A breath catches in your throat.

He answered.

You don’t know why that surprises you. You don’t know why you expected silence.

📱 You: Then why are you here?

The response comes too quickly.

📱 Xavier: I’m not.

It shouldn’t sting.

It does.

***

Morning comes slow and suffocatingly heavy.

You don’t want to move. Don’t want to pull yourself from the warmth of the couch, the stale comfort of yesterday still clinging to the air.

But the world doesn’t stop just because your heart is cracked along the edges.

So you get up.

Force yourself into autopilot—shower, dress, coffee that you don’t even drink.

Your phone vibrates again.

📱 Xavier: Eat something real today.

You exhale sharply, tilting your head back against the kitchen counter.

Then—you type.

📱 You: Didn’t realize you were my dietitian now.

📱 Xavier: I’m not. But someone has to be.

Your jaw tightens.

📱 You: I’m fine, Xavier.

📱 Xavier: You’re lying, but okay.

The breath punches out of you before you even realize you’ve been holding it. Because he sees through you. He always does.

And you hate him for it.

You want to be angry. Want to tell him to back off. Want to remind him that he left first.

But instead—

📱 You: Did you eat?

A pause.

📱 Xavier: Of course.

You don’t believe him. But you let it go.

***

The day drags forward, sluggish and unforgiving.

By the time night falls again, you’ve checked your phone at least twenty times. You tell yourself it’s just habit.

It’s not.

You curl back into the couch, fingers ghosting over the hem of his hoodie, feeling the fabric twist between your hands.

You don’t know what you’re waiting for. 

You don’t want to know.

Day Three – Ghosts in the Rain

The rain is relentless.

It starts while you're still at work—a slow, heavy downpour that turns the streets into rivers, neon lights smearing across the wet pavement. You watch it for a moment through the glass, jaw tightening when you realize you left your umbrella at home.

Perfect.

By the time you finally step outside, the water is already pooling at your feet, seeping into your boots, soaking through the edges of your sleeves. You shove your hands deeper into your pockets, hunching your shoulders against the cold, and walk.

It isn’t far. Just a few blocks. Just enough time for the silence to creep in again.

Your phone stays still. Xavier doesn’t message you. You don’t message him.

You’re not even sure what you would say.

The air in the apartment is thick with dampness when you finally push open the door, shaking the water from your fingers. You toe off your boots, leaving a faint trail of wet footprints across the floor.

You reach for a towel—and stop.

Because there, just by the door, is a folded dry sweatshirt.

Not yours.

A white hoodie. 

His.

And next to it, a small, neatly sealed packet. Heat packs.

Your stomach twists.

Your hands tremble as you reach for your phone, wiping away the water still clinging to the screen.

📱 You: You’ve got to stop breaking into my apartment.

A pause.

Then—

📱 Xavier: I didn’t. But you always forget an umbrella when it rains.

You exhale sharply, pressing your tongue against the sting of broken skin inside your cheek.

📱 You: Right. You’re psychic now?

📱 Xavier: No. Just observant.

You hesitate, running your fingers over the fabric of the hoodie before pulling it over your head. It’s warm, slightly oversized, carrying the scent of him beneath the clean detergent—something golden, like sunlight caught in the fabric, soft and caramel-sweet at the edges, but beneath it, barely there, something sharper, something darker, like the last trace of dusk before night takes over. Unmistakably Xavier.

📱 You: You’re really committing to this whole passive-aggressive monitoring thing, huh?

📱 Xavier: Aggressive. There’s nothing passive about it.

The response is instant. Too quick. As if he’s been waiting.

Your chest tightens.

📱 You: And yet, for all your keen observation, you still don’t seem to notice when you do the exact same thing.

A longer pause this time.

📱 Xavier: Clarify.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he’s going to make you spell it out.

📱 You: No-Hunt Zone. 

📱 Xavier: That’s different.

📱 You: Oh? Because it’s you?

📱 Xavier: Because it was necessary.

You let out a bitter breath, pressing the phone against your forehead for a moment, closing your eyes.

📱 You: Right. That word again.

📱 You: I suppose me being gone was necessary too, then?

📱 Xavier: That was a choice.

📱 You: So was yours.

Another long pause.

For a second, you think that’s the end of it. That he’s not going to reply.

Then—

📱 Xavier: You’re still wet. Change before you get sick.

A sharp inhale.

📱 You: That’s all you have to say?

📱 Xavier: For now.

You stare at the screen.

For now.

It isn’t an admission. It isn’t anything close to forgiveness. But it’s not a dismissal, either.

It’s an opening. A crack in the wall.

You exhale, curl deeper into the hoodie, and let your eyes slip shut.

For the first time in days, the silence doesn’t feel quite as heavy.

Day Four – Running in Circles

You don’t sleep.

You try. You close your eyes, shift positions, breathe slow and deep, count the seconds, then minutes, then hours. But your mind refuses to settle. The silence is unbearable, pressing into your skin, sinking into your bones.

By the time the sky begins to pale, the city just beginning to stir beyond your window, you give up.

The clock reads 6:04 AM when you lace up your running shoes.

The air is sharp, crisp with the last bite of night still lingering in the wind. The streets are nearly empty, save for the occasional early commuter, their footsteps swallowed by the sound of your own—steady, rhythmic, a heartbeat against the pavement.

You push yourself hard. Harder than you should.

It’s reckless, this need to move, to exhaust your body so completely that your mind has no room left to think.

Because when you think, you remember.

You remember the way Xavier looked at you that night. How his voice never wavered, how he turned away before you could say anything at all.

"Ask me again in six days."

You push faster.

Your breath burns in your throat. The ache in your legs spreads, deep and insistent, but you don’t stop. You can’t.

You run until the edges of your vision blur.

Until the exhaustion feels like something you can hold, something real, something that drowns out the ache in your chest.

Until the smell of coffee pulls you to a stop.

You’re standing in front of the café before you even realize it.

Your fingers curl against your palms, your breath still uneven. The air inside is warm, rich with the scent of espresso, cinnamon, something familiar.

Habit. Instinct. A mistake.

But still—you go inside. Still—you stand at the counter, order without thinking. Still—you reach for the cup, staring down at the neat label printed on the side.

Cappuccino. No sugar. Just how he likes it.

Your fingers tighten around the cup. You don’t hesitate. You walk straight back to his apartment, jaw clenched, pulse hammering in your ears.

And without a second thought—you leave the cup by his door.

You don’t knock. You don’t wait. You just leave.

Your hands still tremble when you reach your own door. You exhale, rubbing at your face, trying to push down the erratic rhythm of your pulse.

Then—you see it.

A second cup. Sitting neatly on your doorstep.

Your breath catches.

Fingers shake as you reach down, pressing against the warmth of the cup, the familiar weight of it. The label stares back at you, bold and unmistakable.

Latte. Just how you like it. From the same café.

The realization slams into you like a fist to the ribs. You were thinking of him. He was thinking of you.

At the same damn time.

Something twists, raw and sharp, in your chest. Then, as if he feels it—your phone buzzes.

📱 Xavier: Pushing yourself that hard after days of poor recovery is reckless.

Your fingers clench.

📱 Xavier: I suggest reading this.

A link. An article. Something about the dangers of sudden overexertion without proper conditioning.

A laugh bubbles up, breathless, bitter.

Of course. Of course he would turn this into a lecture.

📱 You: You’re unbelievable.

📱 Xavier: Clarify.

You wipe at your face, not even realizing your skin is damp, whether from sweat or something else.

📱 You: I’m not a civilian. I’m a Hunter. A trained fighter, just like you.

📱 You: I might not have your experience, but I’m not fragile. I don’t need a babysitter.

The response takes longer this time. A long, stretching pause.

Then—

📱 Xavier: Noted.

The words are too even. Too carefully chosen.

You see it immediately. He’s upset. But instead of fighting back, instead of defending himself, he just—withdraws.

It infuriates you.

📱 You: That’s it?

📱 Xavier: Would you prefer I argue?

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hard enough to sting.

📱 You: Maybe.

📱 Xavier: Why?

Because at least then it would feel like something. Because at least then he wouldn’t be slipping away from you, wouldn’t be treating you like you weren’t worth the effort.

You suck in a breath, trying to calm the wild, uneven rhythm of your heart. Then you do something stupid.

Something reckless. Something you’ll regret the second you hit send.

📱 You: Funny how you only care about my recklessness when it’s convenient for you.

Silence.

One second.

Two.

Then—

📱 Xavier: Understood.

Just that. No defense. No cold, razor-sharp argument. No more words at all.

You stare at the screen. Then you hurl the phone at the wall.

The crack is instant, the screen splintering on impact. It falls to the floor, dark, dead, useless.

Something burns behind your eyes, frustration, exhaustion, anger collapsing into something too heavy, too unbearable to name.

Your hands quiver. You press them to your face, breathe through the ache blooming in your chest.

Then—

You stand. You grab your coat. You don’t stop to think.

You need a new phone.

Because what if he messages you?

Because even now—after everything—you still want him to.

Day Five – The Breaking Point

Silence should be a relief.

After four days of his constant, cold precision—the quiet should feel like a gift.

But it doesn’t.

It’s suffocating.

For the first time since he left you standing in that room, there’s nothing.

No message. No sarcastic remark. No quiet proof that, despite everything, he still gives a damn.

The absence cuts deeper than you expect.

You go to work anyway. Because you have to. Because stopping means thinking, and thinking means tearing yourself apart with what-ifs.

***

"Our agent successfully retrieved the Aethor Core." Captain Jenna’s voice carries through the room, steady, matter-of-fact.

A holographic map flickers to life above the conference table, casting shifting blue light against the faces of those seated around it. 

Your mission. Your work. Your risk.

You keep your expression neutral, spine straight, hands folded in front of you.

"Undercover infiltration into the Vasquez Syndicate was a success."

Murmurs spread across the table. You don’t move. You feel him before you see him.

Xavier.

Seated across from you, back straight, jaw locked, completely, unnervingly still.

You make the mistake of looking up. And that’s when you see it.

Not his usual sharp, quiet calculation. Not cold detachment.

No.

This is something else. This is contained rage.

It sits just beneath the surface—controlled, measured, but undeniably lethal.

Your stomach twists.

The Vasquez Syndicate. A name that sends ripples of unease through even the most hardened Hunters.

And you had gone there alone.

Undercover.

Without telling him. Without telling anyone.

You lower your gaze back to the table. Captain Jenna continues.

"Their leader was eliminated. Aethor Core secured. Minimal collateral damage."

The words should be a victory. You should feel something. Instead, your phone vibrates against your leg.

Once.

Then again.

Then again.

A steady onslaught of incoming messages.

Your fingers tighten against your thigh. You don’t have to check. You already know.

📱 Xavier: You have a death wish, then?

📱 Xavier: That’s what this is?

📱 Xavier: Of course. That makes sense. Why else would you walk into Vasquez’s den ALONE?

📱 Xavier: Did you think you were being clever?

📱 Xavier: Or was it a game? A test to see how close you could get before you were skinned alive like his last five victims?

📱 Xavier: Tell me, did you at least get a look at the furniture?

📱 Xavier: I hear human leather is in this season.

The blood drains from your face. You type quickly.

📱 You: Xav, I—

More messages slam into your screen before you can hit send.

📱 Xavier: Or wait—

📱 Xavier: Was it worth it?

📱 Xavier: Was the thrill of playing martyr that exhilarating?

📱 Xavier: You must have loved the dramatics of it. Walking through their front door, knowing exactly what would happen if they figured you out. How noble. How self-sacrificing.

📱 Xavier: I’m sure they would’ve written songs about you.

📱 Xavier: Would you like me to start composing one now?

Your stomach twists into knots.

📱 You: Xavier, stop.

📱 Xavier: Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?

📱 Xavier: Wouldn’t want that. Not after you’ve made me spend the last six days believing you were DEAD.

The breath catches in your throat.

📱 You: I wasn’t—

📱 Xavier: No? You weren’t?

📱 Xavier: Oh, forgive me. I must have been mistaken. You must have sent me a message before walking into the hands of a man who decapitates people for sport.

📱 Xavier: Oh, wait. You didn’t.

📱 Xavier: Because you didn’t tell anyone.

📱 Xavier: Because you thought you could handle it.

📱 Xavier: Because you think you’re invincible.

📱 Xavier: Because you learned absolutely nothing.

📱 Xavier: Because you’re a fucking idiot.

Your chest tightens, fingers shaking as you try to respond.

📱 You: I retrieved the Core, didn’t I?

The moment you send it, you regret it. The reply is instant.

📱 Xavier: Ah.

📱 Xavier: So that’s how little your life is worth?

📱 Xavier: A glorified rock?

📱 Xavier: Good to know.

You glance up, breath unsteady, and realize your mistake.

Because Xavier is looking at you. And his expression is unreadable.

No sarcasm now. No amusement. Just something flat and cold, buried beneath something much darker.

Your fingers tighten around the edge of the table.

You stand.

Move toward him, as if closing the space between you will break whatever this is, will fix whatever new fracture you’ve carved into the already fragile thing between you.

But the moment you take a step closer—he moves. A single flick of his fingers. A gesture.

Dismissal.

Like you are nothing. Like you aren’t even worth the fight.

And in his eyes—that unreadable fire.

You open your mouth. Try to speak. He beats you to it.

"You think I’m mad?" His voice is low, quiet, lethal. "You think this is anger?"

A slow, sharp inhale. Then—he stands. Looks at you like you’re a stranger.

"If you ever do something that fucking stupid again—"

A pause. A razor-thin breath.

"Don’t come back."

Silence.

It lands like a blow. It shatters something you don’t even have a name for.

And then—he walks away.

And for the first time, you wonder if six days was a mercy.

Because now—

You’re not sure this will ever end.

Day Six – Between Love and War

The knock against his door is sharp, deliberate.

No answer.

Your fingers tighten, knuckles aching as you knock again, harder this time.

Still nothing.

The realization sinks in slow, cold. You know where he is.

No-Hunt Zone.

Of course. Of course.

The hypocrisy of it claws at your ribs, burns hot behind your eyes.

He spent days throwing your choices back in your face, dismantling them with surgical precision, making sure you felt every ounce of his anger. And yet—he’s doing the exact same thing.

Alone. Again.

Without backup. Without you.

The fury in your chest solidifies into something unshakable.

You don’t think. You move.

You tear off your civilian clothes, slip into the gear that feels like a second skin, strapping on your weapons with methodical ease. Your mind is calm. Your body is not.

This isn’t just anger.

This is something raw, something bitter, something that coils too tight in your chest.

Because what if this is the time he doesn’t make it back?

What if he never even planned to?

***

You move fast, weaving through the crumbling skeletons of abandoned buildings, the faint blue pulse of your Hunter’s bracelet flickering at your wrist.

The fluctuations come sharp and erratic.

A Wanderer is near.

And so is Xavier.

The realization barely has time to settle before a hand clamps over your mouth, an arm hooking around your waist, dragging you back into the shadows of a half-collapsed structure.

You react instantly, twisting in his grip, but his hold is unbreakable. His breath is warm against your ear. Too steady. Too controlled.

"Tell me—" His voice is low, measured, lethal in its restraint. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

You rip his hand away, shove him back, your pulse hammering against your ribs.

"Shouldn’t I be asking you the same damn thing?"

His expression flickers—something sharp, something dangerously close to breaking—before it smooths out again.

"You shouldn’t be here."

You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. "And you should?"

His fingers twitch at his sides, but he doesn’t argue.

The air crackles.

A pulse of energy shudders through the ruined cityscape, sending vibrations through your bracelet.

You both freeze.

The Wanderer is close. Too close.

And you were too distracted to notice.

A deafening shriek splits the air.

You barely have time to react before something massive crashes into view, sending debris flying, the force of it shaking the ground beneath you.

It’s huge.

Bigger than any you’ve ever seen. Darker. Hungrier.

And something is wrong.

Your Evol pulses—but weakly, like something is suppressing it.

You glance at Xavier, see the same realization in his eyes.

The Wanderer lunges.

You move at the same time.

Dodge. Shoot. Pivot. Strike.

Your movements are precise. Automatic. Perfectly in sync.

But something is missing.

Resonance.

You grit your teeth, adjusting your aim, but the energy won’t connect.

Because you’re too angry. Too furious with him to let yourself fall into sync.

And so is he.

Your focus wavers—just for a second, just long enough to throw your balance.

You stumble.

A mistake. A fraction of hesitation.

The Wanderer seizes it.

It moves faster than you expect, faster than anything that massive should be able to.

A pulse of energy collides against your chest, sending you sprawling.

A second strike is coming—you see it, but you’re too slow, your body still recovering from the impact—

And then Xavier is there. Between you and death.

His sword clashes against the incoming blow, deflecting it just enough to send the Wanderer skidding back.

His breathing is uneven. Not from exertion, but from something else.

Something like rage.

"Are you hurt?" His voice is taut, dangerous.

You shake your head, pushing yourself back up.

"I’m fine."

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away from you. Like he doesn’t quite believe you. Like he’s assessing whether he just almost lost you.

You don’t have time for this.

"You really think you would’ve made it out of this alive?" You fire, voice shaking with frustration. "Look at it. Look at the size of that thing. And you came here alone."

Xavier exhales slowly through his nose. Controlled. Restrained.

"You came after me," he says, voice like a blade, slicing through the tension.

You shake your head, jaw tight.

"Of course I did. That’s what you do when you—"

The words catch.

His eyes are on you. Steady. Unwavering.

The air between you is thick, charged, buzzing with everything unspoken, everything you haven’t let yourself say.

Your fingers tremble around the grip of your gun.

"I—"

The Wanderer screeches.

The ground shudders.

You don’t think. You react.

Your hand snaps forward, closing over Xavier’s.

The second you touch him—

Resonance explodes.

A flash of light. A rush of energy so intense it steals the breath from your lungs.

The Wanderer staggers. Its movements falter.

You see the opening. So does he.

Two strikes. One shot. One kill.

The Wanderer dissolves. The air stills. The only thing left is a single Protocore, pulsing softly in the dust.

You’re both breathing hard, hands still locked together, neither of you moving.

And then—

His fingers tighten.

The world tilts, just slightly.

Xavier doesn’t look at the Protocore. He looks at you.

And when he steps forward, you step back, heat creeping up your neck.

But he doesn’t let you run. He cups your face, tilting it up until you have no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Say it."

Your pulse pounds.

"Xav—"

"Say it." His voice is low, demanding.

You swallow hard. You already said it once.

But now—he’s listening.

Now, there’s nothing between you but everything you’ve been holding back.

Your throat tightens. And then—you break.

"I love you," you whisper.

His breath stutters, caught between control and something raw. His hands slide lower, fingers gripping your waist, pulling you in.

And then—he’s kissing you.

Hard. Desperate. Unforgiving.

Your weapons hit the ground. His sword, your guns—forgotten.

The only thing left is this. The only thing left is him.

His breath is ragged against your lips, his hands urgent, searching.

"What good are my eyes if they can't see you?" he murmurs against your mouth.

"What use are my hands if they can't touch you?"

"Why do I need lips if not to kiss you?"

His forehead presses against yours. His voice is steady. Unshaking.

"And if you don’t let me love you the way I do—what’s the point of living at all?"

You exhale, shuddering. A quiet, breathless sound escapes you—half a sob, half a laugh, because of course he would say something like this, because of course it would be him. Your hands tighten against his shirt, gripping hard enough to ground yourself, to keep yourself from falling apart. 

And finally—you let yourself hold him back.

***

The Morning After – Promises in the Sunlight

The world is quiet.

Not the heavy, suffocating kind of silence that has weighed on you for days, but something else. Something warm.

Your body feels boneless, satiated, exhausted in the best possible way. The bruises on your skin tell a story—some earned in battle, others left by a different kind of war, one fought in the dark, in whispers, in hands that refused to let go.

And then—you feel it. Eyes on you.

You blink against the soft golden light spilling through the curtains, twisting slightly to find him.

Xavier is propped up on his elbow beside you, one arm tucked beneath his head. His gaze is unreadable, too intense in the quiet morning light.

But he isn’t watching you. Not exactly.

His fingers trail absently over your skin, following the paths where the sunlight dances along your shoulder, your collarbone, the curve of your wrist. Mapping you.

The way his fingers move—it’s almost reverent. Like he’s committing this moment to memory, like he’s terrified it might slip through his grasp if he blinks.

You reach for his hand. But he beats you to it.

His fingers curl around yours, guiding your hand to his lips, pressing the softest, most devastatingly tender kiss to your fingertips.

It nearly steals the breath from your lungs.

You swallow hard, your voice coming out quieter than intended.

"Xav…"

His grip tightens, just slightly.

"When we met," he murmurs, voice low, steady, unshaking, "you promised me something."

Your brow furrows. You don’t move.

"You said I would be your partner," he continues, thumb brushing absently over your knuckles. "In everything. In battle. In your reckless plans. In life."

His eyes lift to yours, and the weight of his words settles deep into your chest.

You can’t look away. Not now. Not from this.

Your throat tightens. "Xavier—"

"Don’t apologize," he says smoothly, shaking his head before you can even start.

But you need to. Because you hurt him. Because you left.

Because even though you both made mistakes, you forced his hand.

He sees it in your eyes before you can say anything, and his fingers tighten just slightly around yours.

"This isn’t about apologies," he murmurs.

His other hand comes up, brushing along the curve of your cheek, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"This is about what happens next."

You blink.

"I won’t force you to promise me anything," he continues, watching your reaction closely. "Not unless you mean it."

The warmth of his touch lingers against your skin, steady, grounding, heartbreakingly gentle.

"But I need you to understand something."

You hold your breath.

"I won’t make you worry again." His voice is softer now, more certain. More dangerous in its quiet conviction. "I won’t make you question whether I’ll come back. Because now I know how it feels."

Your eyes sting.

"Does that mean…" You hesitate, voice barely above a whisper. "No more No-Hunt Zone?"

The corner of his mouth twitches.

"Not exactly."

You open your mouth to argue, but he stops you with a single look. Before you can push him away, before you can get worked up, he leans in—pressing his forehead to yours.

His breath is warm against your lips.

"If I go," he murmurs, slow, careful, a promise wrapped in steel, "I take my partner with me."

Your chest tightens.

He’s serious.

This is his way of saying it.

His way of meeting you halfway.

His way of telling you that he’s not going anywhere without you.

You exhale slowly, pressing your forehead harder against his, letting the moment settle between you.

"...Okay."

The word is soft. Tentative.

But you mean it.

His fingers thread through yours, squeezing gently. The smallest, barest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Good."

He kisses you once, slow and deep, searing the moment into your skin.

And for the first time in six days—you let yourself believe it.

[stillaclownlol]

Gonna throw up If I can't talk about them-

Bunch of Aiden analysis under the cut because he's just SO OBSESSED CODED AND NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT 😭 (I will be very weird about it)

The way it's so doomed from the start. He's already so fascinated by her. It's in the little jump he does when she sits in front of him, like a secret they're both in on, like her sitting in front of him is some obscure way of her inviting him into a conversation.

Why is he like this (not positive but not negative either)

He has such a cocktail of personality traits and, most certainly, mental disorders, and his own history that makes it so, when he's in love, that it WILL blow up in his face.

The fact that he's been homeschooled for his entire life- he has no idea. HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW. He doesnt realize that its not normal. of course he doesn't :( His parents obviously leave him alone for long stretches of time and he doesn't seem to mind this. He hasn't had the chance to develop his social skills at all-

It's why he's so, let's be real, creepy. Ash makes it very clear she's not interested and he just keeps worming his way into her life. He plots so that she'll go on the field trip, he follows her around, he goes to her fucking house on the first day. LIKE, HELLO? RED FLAG?

He's having evil thoughts here I swear 💀

And already so quickly after meeting her he makes Ash his priority. He asks to sit next to her, he engages and makes an effort to talk to her. Tries to joke around with her. Gives her a nickname. Touches her. He's so touchy.

And defends her!!! When Tyler gets pissed at Ash, he honestly goes off on him even tho he KNOWS Ash can defend herself- and he's so...dark about it. There's a threat hidden behind his words. He's MAD here, right? Tell me I'm not crazy, please-

He also very clearly has violence on the forefront of his mind 💀 He's the first one to actively attack the phantoms; not to defend himself, not to defend somebody else (well, he pulls Ash out of the way), but for fun. And he's disappointed when they don't scream. He's sadistic, he likes causing pain, it's something he relishes in.

I mean look at how he smiles!!! None of the other kids have such an...active ENJOYMENT in fighting the phantoms, but for Aiden, it's almost like he finds relief in it, some way to vent out his frustrations. He's eager for a fight, for a thrill.

That's how Aiden sustains himself, he pretty much operates under "I'm here for a good time, not a long time." Everything he does gives him a boost of adrenaline, no matter the consequences. He got into a fight? Eh, who cares about all the bruises, at least it got his blood rushing. Broke a bone while doing parkour or smth? Whatever, the way his stomach dropped when he was falling as totally worth it.

It's a very dangerous mentality to live with, obviously. He's an adrenaline junkie. He's an addict. More than anything else, Aiden wants something that makes him feel alive.

And what makes you feel more alive than love?

Like not to minimise or anything but he's known her for like. 2-3 months- and he's already SO scared of losing her. Like I just don't think he would have had this type of reaction with anybody else besides Ben. He would have absolutely lost his shit if Ash 'died'.

He's a straight up love junkie. He's obsessive. Nothing beats the high love can give you. It overrules everything else. If Ash (or whoever he's interested in) feels bad because of smth, he's done with it.

He LIKED dying. He LIKED the adrenaline rush. But he won't do it again. Not because he had some realization that he didn't want to die, that he still wanted to live and do things, but because Ash was upset. Because this, this rush of care from her part, the way she was so scared of him dying that she was shaking, nothing could fill the hole in his heart better than that. And now that he has a taste for it, he won't let go easy. He will keep on living- if it means Ash will be by his side.

Which is a very dangerous position to put her in. Ash already feels responsible for her friends, and she doesn't even know that Aiden has "put" his life in her hands, not that it's her responsibility, because it isn't, but she will certainly feel responsible if Aiden does something FOR her.

Like He's so fucking obsessed and he doesn't even realize it- like look at how he sees her 😭 THE HEAVENLY GLOOOOOOW, LIKE SHES AN ANGEL AND HE THINKS SHE CAN SAVE HIM. BABY SHE CANT, YOU HAVE TO SAVE YOURSELF.

He could spiral so fucking bad. He could do some absolutely heinous things. Because he just doesn't know. He doesn't know how to love truly, yet. For him love really is that rush of adrenaline, the knife carving out his heart, he could be putty in her hands, or her executioner. This love that can be so obsessive, that he NEEDS it to function, like its water, like its the air he breathes. Its a compulsion, a fixation, a longing that burrows into your very soul. Ash doesn't even know what she's getting herself into-

Godddddd, it makes me so sick/ pos, it's SO FUCKING INTERESTINGGGGGG. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I literally cannot function around this drawing 🫠

The. The hand. That way he's grabbing her. He's pulling her back. Towards HIM. like "this is mine. And I'm not sharing." And that little fucking look in his eyes, he just looks SO fucking pleased with himself. And Ash looks so...resigned. they're so doomed-coded, i love them so bad.

I don't know how I was supposed to NOT make a killer au, when he's just...like that around her.

Love is a wonderful thing. But love is also cruel, it is vicious, it is possessive and obsessive, and it will leave carnage in its wake.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You cannot stop thinking about another human being. -Helen Fisher

[r04dk1lld0g]

Un/dead Ask Game

💀 - what kinda un/dead are u? zombie, ghoul, ghost, corpse, etc?

🪦 - would u rather spend a whole night alone in an abandoned hospital Or a graveyard? (ur in no danger)

🥩 - is there any food/drink that consuming it makes u feel more like ur ‘type?

📼 - are u a fan of horror/thriller media like movies and games? if so, do u hav any favorites?

🦷 - is there a kind of memorabilia related to ur ‘type that u like to collect? (ex. zombies collecting brain-related things)

🪖 - do u hav/want clothes/gear related to ur ‘type?

🪞 - did u come back wrong, or did u come back urself (or maybe, did u come back better)?

🍄 - are u a decayed/decaying thing? if so, 1) what stage of decomposition r u in, and 2) what stage do u feel most connected to?

✨️ do/did any kind of powers come with ur un/deadness?

🍖 - do u experience phantom feelings? like limbs or pains?

🪡 - are there specific un/dead ‘stereotypes’ u feel connected? stitches, stapled joints, ooze, brightly colored veins etc?

🥀 do u have other kin/therio/hearttypes that overlap with your un/dead ‘type?

for anyone to play!! reblog for others to choose questions to send in your askbox

these kinda blogs are getting blocked if i see you in my notifs: * radqueers * TERFS/SWERFS/radfems * true crime community * syscourse

[starpunkssgalaxy]

another sbg headcanons post 🤝

- ash will randomly get the shakes after everything that happened in the phantom dimension, if you look through her phone camera roll a lot of the pictures are blurry because she cant stop her hands from shaking

- ^ aiden lends her his rubix cube (other fidget toys) to try and help her calm down and give her something else to focus on

- taylor lovesss rollercoasters and will always drag tyler along, tyler isn’t terrified but they’re definitely not his favorite

- logan has a pair of converse that he needs to retire so bad, these shoes are hanging on by a thread its so bad 😭

- aiden can fall asleep anywhere, like tf are you doing in the sink??? (if he didnt have insomnia. we all seen those eyebags he dont sleep lol)

- ben is really quiet when he walks so sometimes he’ll just appear behind you and scare the shit out of you

- when the group needs bait/a distraction everyone always turns to tyler and taylor. they use the “get help” strategy, its usually tyler leaning on taylor like hes hurt and taylor screaming for help (guys say yk what im talking about 😔, thor and loki?)

- aiden trying to lighten the mood after being in the phantom dimension: so.. smash or pass?

everyone else: 😐

- aiden the type to tell the exact same story 15 times to the group forgetting hes already told them the story but they listen every single time too

- logan knows how to breakdance??? he just busted it out randomly one day and everyone was floored 😭💀

- when ben is mad/annoyed he does that thing cats do where he’ll just slowly slide something off a shelf or table onto the floor

- group went roller skating once and obviously ash was amazing at it, and ben, taylor, and logan were pretty good as well but meanwhile aiden and tyler were just either tripping eachother, holding on to eachother for support or dying laughing when one of them fell and ate shit

- in class they were assigned those fake babies you have to take care of, logan? amazing at it but was so tired afterwards. ben? pretty good but is a heavy sleeper so slept through the baby crying. taylor and tyler made a good team but tyler almost lost his mind when the baby would just non stop cry. ash evil eyed this thing the whole time, would carry it around by the head 😭 also had her headphones on 24/7 because she couldn’t stand the noise. aiden left his in the freezer, and then couldnt find it for days.

- ben is INCREDIBLE at carnival games, even the rigged ones. the people that own the game booths have genuine beef with ben lmaoo

[illubean]

Can you write a scenario/headcannons where the hxh characters have a crush on Zoldyck!reader? (I think reader would have such overprotective brothers, killua and illumi lol)

HXH with a crush on Zoldyck!reader

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Fluff?, Headcanons, Gn!reader

why is illumi the only one with eyebrows and a mouth in this photo

Warnings: none

Kurapika Kurta

out of his two older friends Killua thinks Kurapika is the better option

but he still doesn't like the idea of you dating anyone

like his dear older sibling is giving their attention to someone other than him? unacceptable!

Kurapika is a lot more reserved with his feelings than Leorio, leaving not much room for Killua to meddle

so the younger boy just watches from afar

he gives the blonde glares and intense side eyes, and when he feels he's getting too close he won't hesitate to swoop in and steal you away

Kurapika is pretty smart so he's probably found a few ways to get around your brother

after a while of you two talking without Killua's knowledge you eventually get together

one day he caught you two holding hands under a table at the diner or sitting at a bench

he actually screams

with erratic gestures to your guys' hands he's like "WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN"

the boy is slack jawed

he thought he did such a good job keeping you separated

"watever just...don't hurt them or anything!"

Leorio Paladaknight

Killua's first reaction to learning this information is "No way, you're too old for my sibling!"

Killua babes he's only like 19

Leorio is by no means subtle with the way he feels about you even if he thinks he is

Killua makes it his life mission to keep you separated 💀

The group is splitting up and Leorio volunteers to go with you? So does Killua. He wants to sit next to you on the train? Aw too bad, your little brother is already sitting there

but if by some miracle you get away from your brother he doesn't waste a single moment in asking you out

after learning that his attempts to keep you separated failed, Killua gets a little pouty

"Seriously? You chose THIS guy!?" "What the hell is that supposed to mean you little shit!"

knowing you guys got together doesn't stop the boy from trying to get in the middle of things though

he's a pro at this point

he will find a way to crash literally any date you plan on going on soo you guys gotta be secretive about it

you probably had to come up with code words in order to plan dates 💀💀💀

Chrollo Lucilfer

the only way I see this working is if you were already part of the troupe so lets go with that

out of literally anyone on the planet he just HAD to have a crush on a Zoldyck

to say your family wasn't pleased would be an understatement

especially Illumi

the Zoldycks typically don't do -ships...like friendSHIPS or relationSHIPS so Chrollo pining for you is definitely an issue

and when two of your brothers end up joining the troupe after you

let's just say Chrollo isn't having the best time.

Kalluto is a lot less aggressive or opinionated on the matter than his eldest brother, but he still isn't fond of the idea of you ending up with the leader of the phantom troupe

he finds ways to draw your attention away from Chrollo

whereas Illumi isn't so passive

if he catches the head of the spiders so much as glancing at you he's going to stand in his line of vision with a stern "Stay away from my sibling."

and just to keep things easy on himself Chrollo heeds these warnings

well..until he's able to catch you alone

you guys are gonna have to date on the dl and be SERIOUSLY sneaky

dating while coming from a family of assassins is not an easy feat

In conlusion alongside being professional assassins, the Zoldyck boys are also professional cockblockers

[farfetchedshow]

I'm sort of new to the Far-Fetched fandom, I have a ton of questions!

What is the name of the town their in?

Does mutants, selkies, werewolves, and human hybrids exist in this series?

Is Kiri able to possess dogs or every living being?

Are Danny Phantom, Gravity Falls, and Scooby Doo one of your inspirations for the series?

What are the bands family like?

Welcome to our little hole of the internet!

Veilport!

There are lots of different types of creatures that exist in our show, from traditional monsters, mutants, and completely original creations!

Can't reveal much about Kira's powers yet, you'll have to see!

All of these were inspirations for Far-Fetched!

They're all different, and will be further explored in the actual series!

- 💀

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Going into Vil's dream now lesgoooooo (warning i cannot find a lot for vil's segment for some reason so if i miss a lot of information im so sorry):

So I understand why they released Tapis Rouge before this update, because we are now in The Queen's Film Studio, where Vil tells everyone to look forward to live broadcast of the Diamond Film Awards (this is most likely a reference to another Diamond in-game)

(sheesh new vil outfit again)

But basically yeah Vil's dream is to be the fairest of them all and he got Neige as his assistant 😭

Rook sees that it is indeed Neige, and the group tries to get closer to Vil. But Vil called Grim a stray cat and shooed him away, he's now sad :((

Vil assumes we're paparazzi and tells Neige to throw us out, and we find out that Vil just abuses Neige. So the group tries to convince him to report Vil, but Neige becomes blot and tries to fight the group

(I like their weapon it looks neat)

They defeat Neige but security is now after their ass, and it's revealed that Diamon Film Awards is a type of awards show for actors and that in reality, Neige was the one who won the award. But in this timeline, it's Vil who wants the award. Not understanding how Vil changed, Idia mentions that Malleus's magic allows them to experience happy dreams, and those dreams can also release any resentment you hold deep inside.

We then go to Vil receiving his award, but Rook stops him by telling him his time in NRC, but Vil tells him he doesn't know what he's talking about; and we go through the dizzy-but-is-trying-to-remember-everything segment again. However, the darkness was swallowing Vil up, and we couldn't save him in time because Neige managed to sink him down even further but Rook used his unique magic to follow Vil

So basically this next dream is the "What if Vil succesfully poisoned Neige and won VDC" scenario, we're in the part where Neige actually drank the poisoned apple juice and yknow, dies, and the dwarves are surrounding him crying

Epel uses "Sleep Kiss" to see if there's still a chance in saving him and let's just say it's the most Snow White reference I've ever seen. Oh and Rook is on the verge of breaking down

On stage, Vil's team has won VDC, but Rook and Epel come in to stop Vil by reminding him how he overblotted, and that causes Vil to wake up. Vil is back to normal and he's grateful that Rook and Epel came to save him and Epel said of course, we're your hunter and poisoned apple after all

The darkness comes back again to swallow Vil, but Rook and Epel aren't letting go. But idia orders Ortho to tell Rook and Epel to let Vil go. So you guys remember that one part during the last update where Idia fight his own phantom in OB!Form? Yeah we're doing that too but with Vil.

It's similar to that of the concept of Persona 4, where you learn how to accept yourself, even the ugly parts of yourself. Because Vil decided to use his weakness as his strength and overblotted to fight against his own phantom

MORE EVIL LAUGHTER AS VIL CELEBRATES HIS VICTORY DECLARING THAT HE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF THEM ALL. We are then transported back to the fake event with Dream Neige where Vil tells him that he is indeed the most beautiful of them all (that is so true queen go slay)

Pomefiore all go in for a hug, and the others join in as well

Sebek was surprised that Pomefiore wasn't just all about beauty, but they were really strong as well, and then Idia thought it was funny to show their Absolutely Beautiful cover in which Vil proceeds to ruthlessly criticize them for it 💀

Vil receives his own invitation of deafeating Malleus and that's where the update ends

HOOOO BOY where do i start, this update is so funny it honestly took me forever just to look for parts of Vil's segment. But assuming that we're going backwards the next update will most likely focus on Scarabia so manifesting that we get a Kalim card next so that we can complete the light trio fr fr

Anyways, see you soon in the next update!

Previous: Rook's Dream

[justasecretflower]

~ Sdv men watching sappy romance movies with you~🪻

Incl- Alex, shane, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Elliot, wizard, Gunther, willy.

Alex

The Notebook

He is definitely the type to be like 'I'm not gonna cry I'm a man' and ends up sobbing

he's quietly crying though, looking away and wiping his eyes

At the end he shrugs it off and goes like 'yeah that wasn't even sad..' he says while his voice is still shaky💀

He prefers this over horror movies though, that we'll get into next post...

Shane

Titanic

I believe he wouldn't cry

he wasn't sad or happy he was angry

the whole movie.

I am a firm believer he makes fun of characters in movies from romances to horror.

He's also one of those people that wouldn't shut up about how jack 100% could've also fit on that door.

If he sees you crying, though, he'd chuckle and wipe your tears with his thumb and tell you there's nothing to cry about.

He'd definitely laugh at you secretly, not in a mean way, just teasing.

I think his favorite genre is horror and says all the time how much he hates sappy romances, but since he's got a soft spot for you he'll watch them

Harvey

five feet apart

I think he would enjoy these movies a lot.

he's got an appreciation for all good cinema.

as a doctor he get's a little emotional thinking about his patients ever going through a thing like staying away from the person they love the most, so he does get a little misty.

If you cry, he holds you, and kisses your cheek.

he doesn't believe he's too 'manly' to watch romance, nor does he find it annoying.

I feel like most of your chill dates would revolve around watching a romance movie at home on the couch.

Sam

500 days of summer

he's in and out of this experience so he wouldn't cry

he tries to pay attention for you he really does but sometimes he just finds himself staring at you instead of watching the movie.

he prefers dates where he's actively doing stuff so he can pay attention better, sitting still for a long time is not his forte.

but if you're team Todd, he's team Todd, if you're team summer, he's team summer, you're mad? so is he, you're crying? He is too, and he doesn't even know why.

sebastian

Brokeback mountain

He's kind of just there

I don't think he's super crazy into it and crying, but I also don't think he's distracted 24/7.

he get's a little melancholy, and likes the general feel of the movie.

he likes laying on your lap while you watch the movie, pls play with his hair.

I think he likes it, isn't super into romance, likes sci-fi, horrors, but he appreciates the movie.

Elliot

Romeo and Juliet

he doesn't care if he's soft he's crying at the end and babbling on about the beauty and tragedy of their love story

definitely the type to pause at every scene, translate what they're saying, go in depth about what each thing in the scene symbolizes, ect.

he honestly is a lil annoying to watch a movie with.

if you cry with him he'll hold you and you'll cry together.

90% of you guys watching the movie was him going in depth about what everything meant and everything they said.

rasmodius m wizard

The Phantom of the Opera

he doesn't cry, but he enjoys the art of the story.

it becomes a favorite of his. Saying that, he doesn't watch movies and hasn't ever, really.

he's been busy doing wizard stuff. Whatever that is

he deeply enjoys the tragedy, the heartbreak, the beauty and depth of the story. If anything he'd also enjoy Romeo and Juliet

If you cry, he'll kiss your tears away and run his hands up your arm.

Gunther

The great Gatsby (more of a tragedy...)

He likes to watch historically set movies and documentaries

he's not huge on romance but will watch whatever you watch, just to be close with you.

he has you between his legs with your back on his torso and your head resting in his neck kind of

definitely not his cup of tea but he learns how to semi like it, since it is a great piece of cinema and extremely well written literature.

when he was younger he def was a history and literature kid so he read the book when he was younger.

willy

10 things I hate about you

how did you even convince him to sit down and watch a romance?..

he would hate on romance and how sappy it is

you'd practically have to drag him to the couch.

"Im not the romance type of man darlin"

he would half be watching and half cleaning some of his fishing rods

he is such a Kat stan

don't tell me otherwise

enjoys it but acts like he doesn't

"That was a waste of an hour.."

you will find him watching it later and chuckling.

If u wanna request Sdv use the “🪻” in your request💕

tags

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Regarding the post about the different types of crimes on Gallifrey, what kinds of punishments would there be?

What are Gallifreyan punishments like?

When Time Lords punish someone, they don't just throw you in a cell and call it a day. No, they like to get creative. Here are some of the genuine punishments authorised by the Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey.

🚨 Common Punishments

🔗 Exile to the Wild Lands – The most standard punishment. Just drop someone off in Gallifrey's least hospitable places and let them figure it out. Most Gallifreyans consider this a fate worse than death.

🌍 Exile from Gallifrey (Without a Fully Functional TARDIS) – The go-to punishment for Time Meddlers, political inconveniences, and anyone who just annoyed the High Council too much. Almost always includes a forced regeneration for good measure.

🩸 Biodata Tattoos & Temporonic Tags – All convicted criminals in Shada get a biodata tattoo (a serpent-dragon on their right arm), permanently linking them to the courts. It's like a magical ankle monitor—except it's in your DNA.

🧠 Obliviscence (Memory Wiping) – The Time Lord version of "let’s just pretend that didn't happen." This neural block removes specific memories or skills, though it's not always reliable—wiped memories tend to resurface in very inconvenient ways.

🔄 Forced Regeneration – The classic disciplinary measure. The High Council can force a Time Lord to regenerate, effectively killing one incarnation.

🔒 More Severe Punishments

🚀 Indefinite Imprisonment in a TARDIS – The subject is locked inside their own TARDIS with no escape—unless they activate the dematerialisation switch, which erases them from history entirely.

🧬 Identity Alteration via Biodata Manipulation – Retroactively changes a criminal's entire genetic structure, rewriting them into someone who wouldn't have committed the crime in the first place.

🌀 Removal of Time Lord Symbiotic Nuclei – A sentence worse than death. Strips a Time Lord of all their temporal abilities—no more regeneration, no more TARDIS piloting.

⌛ Confiscation of Remaining Regenerations – If the courts feel particularly vindictive, they can take away a Time Lord's future regenerations. Reserved for severe violations of the First Law of Time.

💀 Death Sentences & Ultimate Punishments

🪨 Public Stoning (no longer used, apparently) – This one dates back to the Dark Times, when executions involved stoning criminals to death and then displaying their head on a pole.

🔥 The Final Sanction of Termination – Gallifreyan execution involves vaporisation inside a molecular dispersal chamber. The criminal's remains are then scattered through time and space, and all records of their existence are deleted.

🔄 Sentenced In Perpetuity – Instead of death, some criminals are imprisoned forever in places like Shada, an Oubliette Custody Suite or a Phantom Sun, where they just sit, frozen, for eternity.

⏳ Time Looping a World – Reserved for entire civilisations. The species in question is trapped in a never-ending time loop, reliving the same events for hundreds of thousands of years.

🚫 Unhappening from History – The ultimate erasure. The Time Lords can reverse your timeline, removing you from history entirely. Nobody will remember you, because you will have never existed. Carried out via D-Mat guns or the Oubliette of Eternity.

🏫 So …

Gallifreyan justice is brutal, efficient, and deeply unsettling. Instead of just locking someone up, they prefer exile, rewriting their genetics, stealing their lifespans, or erasing them from history.

Related:

💬|🏛️📜What are some surprisingly Gallifrey laws?: Overview of the potential and more weird laws of Gallifrey.

💬|🏛️🔐How could you escape Shada?: Guide to (not) escaping Shada.

🤔|👁️⏲️How can Time Lords tell if a Law of Time has been broken?

Hope that helped! 😃

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features:⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[theartsyphantom]

☆PINNED POST TIME☆

(we're just gonna ignore that this took me like 4 months to do 😃👍)

Sexuality: Angled Aroace, Asexual, Greyromantic, Lesboy, ect

Gender: Non Binary, Transmasc, Stargender, maybe other xenogenders? (im not sure what ones yet)

Pronouns: they/he/star/crow/il/iel/IDEK ATP

Names: Ezzie (preferred name), Ezrael (long for Ezzie, moots only) (btw all creds for coming up with it go to @ar-guile), Ez (moots only)

Interests: Good Omens, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Heartstopper, The Mitchells vs the Machines, Stranger Things

Hobbies: Drawing, Piano, Band, Music in general, Graphic Design, making Kandi/friendship bracelets (not the type where you make the knots and it makes some pattern bc I can barely even tie my shoes), Curling, Swimming, Skating, procrastination, and more

Music: Chase Petra, Rabbitology, Yaelokre, Tally Hall, The Linda Lindas, Ricky Montgomery, Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Flawed Mangoes, Marina and The Diamonds, Ghost and Pals, Kacey Musgraves, Bo Burnham, TV Girl, Cigarettes After Sex, whatsaheart, Ghost, The Neighborhood, Taylor Swift, Mitski, Chappell Roan, Franz Ferdinand, Evanescence

Also music but (ik) the artist is problematic: Mr Kitty (but don't listen to his music in a way that directly supports him he touches kids and he's a groomer 🤮🤮 I'd recommend unofficial lyric vids - if those even exist - I literally dropped listening to anything of his after I found out so idk) (also my fave by him is glow but it is very obviously about committing suicide/wanting to commit suicide so be warned about that)

DNI: Homophobics, Racists, Sexists, anyone with THAT kind of 18+ account, non minors, Trump Supporters, Pedophiles, Ableists, Pro Life, Flat-Earthers, Zoophiles, Pro Israel, Fatphobics (im fat irl so if you have a problem with that then leave), and anyone else listed as DNI in my caption <3

Personality type: INFP-T

Likes: Pasta, the smell of rain, snow, walking in the rain, my friends, my best friends, my girlfriend, chemistry, science in general, music, maths, French, piano, daydreaming, sleeping in, warm blankets, cinnamon rolls, bread, patterned socks, doc Martin's, combat boots, thrifting, chunky jewelry, learning new things, seeing new places, band, falling in love platonically with my friends, the smell of wood smoke, earth tones, sage green, sunsets, rainy days in the middle of summer, a warm breeze

Dislikes: big crowds, being around large groups of people for too long, disassociating, derealization, global warming, climate change, closed minded people, catcalling, the texture of meat, any remotely gelatinous texture, the sound and feel and gritting/scratching, itchy tags in clothes, people who are mean just because, bullying, people who say slurs and shrug it off by saying "but I have a pass", creeps, the smell of cigarettes, fluorescent lights

Other: diagnosed ADHD, Anxiety, some childhood trauma, definitely undiagnosed Depression, probably C-PTSD, OCD, and maybe autism(?) and BPD, certified weird kid, bilingual (English and French), I also hate myself but like that's kind of a downer, burned out gifted kid syndrome, and probably more that I'm forgetting

Fandoms: Good Omens, Stranger Things, anything LGBTQ+, kinda Scott Pilgrim, probably some I'm forgetting 💀

I'll try and edit it if/when anything changes or if I forgot something (im sure I did) :3

Love you all <3333 The☆Artsy☆Phantom

[robo-milky]

HIII IF YOU’RE STILL TAKINH INK REQUESTS???

https://www.tumblr.com/ceruleancattail/743843287923867648/thank-you-siphok-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wei Jie my only good boy please!

ALSO IM HOLDING AT PEN POINT TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAVOURITE INK THAT YOU OWN, ONE Ink you DESPERATELY WANT, and one ink that you… don’t really vibe with-

OR YUUKEN’S INK I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THAY GOOBER

Wei Jie -> Sailor’s Suki Gokoro

It has to be this one for him- Other greens *could* match with his eyes but a more natural/dull green just fits how subdued he is?? That and the fact that the brown sheen straight up reminds me of Chinese medicine 💀💀 Sorry to do your son like this-

Fav ink that I own: Wearingeul’s Phantom of the Opera (colour) or Sheaffer’s Latte (everyday writing)

One ink that I want (need): How can I just choose- Every single one in Wearingeul’s collection- Hm… Sailor’s Yozakura

Most of my inks are pretty dark, so it’d be nice to have something lighter! Not the type I’d use for a lot of writing/drawing, but never hurts to just have- It’s just a lovely, inoffensive colour (I love yellow but goddamn is it easy to mess up compared to any purple inks-)

Inks I don’t vibe with:

Literally every single shimmer (not to be mistaken with sheen). It’s pretty, I own one and may get more— but goddamn is it a pain to clean up before switching ink and the fACT THAT THE GLITTER GETS STUCK IN THE FEED SOMETIMES?? It’s best used with broader nibs but most of my collection is pretty fine- Besides that, I’m not fond of anything too saturated/basic like a bright red/blue. If I wanted that office/standardized shade, I’ll just get a regular ballpoint smh. /lh

Yuuen’s ink: Diamine’s Ho Ho Ho (she kinda is /j)

It’s honestly the neckertie iconic to Takarazuka but I feel like it’s the kind of ink she would use. Very rich in pigment and catches your eye immediately! Plus, I don’t really see turquoise (eyes) as her colour jfjfjfjfj

Bonus: Cerulean Ink?!

Hehe there’s a peek of pink in the sheen-

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ daily anon request: MMJ LEN, N25 LUKA AND VBS KAITO WITH A... UHHHHHHHH💀🤷‍♂️🥺💀🥺🤷‍♂️😼💀😼🤫 flirty reader?? The type of person to like point at something and when they look at that direction, reader like, turns their chin to face them🥺🥺🥺🤧 or maybe the type to lift up their chin?? Or like.. the type to go OVERBOARD and by that, like FULL OVERBOARD the type of person to blast fireworks when asking u out😘 (flirty x flirty is my fav trope)

(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

DAILY QUSSTIONNNNN😡😡😡😡 not sure if i did this but ur favorite n25 cards?? Idk the names but it would be the new kanades new card😔 ena's i nandesu card, mafuyus white day card and mizukis diner card!!

-daily! Anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEHSUWD THAT'S SO COOL

ANYWAY QUESTION FIRST

For Kanade itd be card from "Heart in Water" event, for Mafuyu from "Drifting Slumber at Dawn", for Ena it'd be her colorfesta card with her sekai fragment, and for Mizuki it'd be their Phantom Chaser card!! Tho I admit I had small problem picking for Ena and Mafuyu 😔

GOING BACK TO FIC TOPIC I hope you like it!!! 'Cause I certainly had my fun while writing this ^^

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

MMJ!Len was just on backstage with you while the other idols had their daily practice on the main stage. But you couldn't let it be just a normal hangout... no... you had your mischievous plan ready!

"Hey Len... what's that?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There."

You pointed at something, tho he only gave it a quick look and went back to you with his gaze, not giving you enough time to make your plan a reality.

"I don't see anything..."

"Just look closer!"

He went back with his gaze to where you were pointing, now trying to take a better look, even squinting his eyes.

"I still can't-"

He began but your hand was already on his cheek and tilting it back to yourself. His mouth was literally making small "o" as you did that. After a while tho, he finally blinked and chuckled, reilizing what was your intention.

"Sneaky~ Don't worry tho, I'll prepare something for you next time!"

"Hehe~ Think you can outwin me?"

"I can try~"

He gave you his determined smirk to show just how serious he is about his goal! Because when he said that, he was already planning how to sweep you off your feet and surprising you at the same time!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @superstar-ethereal - come get your banana boy!

N25!Luka was simply minding her own business... walking through Empty SEKAI without much destination. Or maybe her destination was her lover? Who knows~

What matters is that once she saw them, she gently smirked to herself as she decided to greet them, maybe even surprise them! But you had the very same goal...

So once she came over and was about to spook you, she was spooked instead! You quickly turned around, wrapping your arms securey around her waist and made her weight rely on your arms a little bit.

"Look who's in my arms yet again~ Couldn't wait any longer?"

She was a little bit surprised but soon let out a gentle scoff, maybe even followed by chuckle your ears simply couldn't catch...

"And you couldn't hold back from wrapping your arms around me immidietly after seeing me~ And who's guilty, hm?"

This time it was you letting out a gentle chuckle as you saw your girlfriend in the right mood! Tho she always is a little of a tease, you guess...

"Maybe we both are? You can't resist me and I can't resist you~?"

"Heh~ Maybe~"

She said with gentle smirked as she stood back up just to cup your face with her gentle hands and place even gentler kiss on the tip of your nose!

"Or maybe it's just you~"

Oh she wouldn't let you win that easily... seems you need to prepare yourself for even more teasing and tough fight to see who really is to blame here!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @superstar-ethereal - come get your elegant woman~

VBS!KAITO was just casually sitting on some street with you, as the two of you decided to get some fresh air and just relax!

Poor boy didn't expect anything... he just leaned back against the wall and dozed off as he stared at the sky, lost in his own thoughts, as his right hand caressed your left. It was surely cute seeing him like that but you had to make this hangout a bit more interesting...

So out of nowhere you reached your right hand and held his chin, making him immidietly wake up from his little dreamland and turn to you, who had a smirk on their face right now.

"Is something wrong, love?"

"Your attention is on the wrong thing, that's what's wrong, darling~"

"Haha... I'm sorry... I can explain myself tho."

He pointed up at the sky, even moving himself closer to you to make sure your gaze will be exactly where he'd want it.

"If you tilt your head a bit... doesn't this cloud look like a heart a little bit?"

How could you ever even pretend you're mad at him when he's like that? Well... you can't... but you surely can tease him about what he just said!

"Awh~ Did that remembered you about me so much~?"

"Why of course. There's no hiding our feelings, love~"

He looked back at you with caring smile, his right hand was still softly caressing your felt, untill he brought it to his lips to leave a gentle kiss on it's palm, before returning to just caressing.

"You really can't stop thinking about me, huh~?"

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @hayillaaaaaaa @wabatle @sucodelaranja86 - come get your soft gentleman~

[illubean]

Dawg I just wanna thank you for writing stuff for kurapika x reader in general, cuz that tag is dead (has been for a while) and nothing new besides rape and/or yandere pops up there 😭😭

U don’t have to (cuz let’s be honest, it’s kinda cringey 💀) but smth that’s almost always on my mind when thinking abt kurapika is him with a fem!kurta! Reader who’s a survivor. Him being stressed to hell and back makes me sad so I typically think of reader being a specialist (man do I love me some strong women-) who can take care of herself. Her helping kurapika out with the troupe is debatable but she doesn’t take no for an answer when it comes to searching for their clan’s eyes.

-🦘

Kurapika Finding a Kurta!Reader

Characters: Kurapika Kurta Type: Headcanons, Fem!reader

tbh I don't even like Kurapika like that I just happen to get a lot of requests for/including him LOL

Warnings: none

after finding out there was another Kurta out there he was DISTRAUGHT

he made it a mission to find and protect you

but after finding out you can take care of yourself and you're a nen user he's less worried

that doesn't mean he stops looking out for you though

it's just natural to want to take care of you, you're all he has left of his clan :(((

when he found out you were a nen user he was relieved especially since you're just a girl in the world ✊😔

since all of the Kurta have the same eye's I am assuming that means everyone in the clan save for those married into it are somewhat related

regardless he treats you like a sister (if that's not what you wanted sry)

that being said, when you say you want to help him get back the eyes of your brethren he's very hesitant

he tries keeping you away from the violent part of getting rid of the phantom troupe as much as possible

he understands if you have different morals but nothing you say is going to stop him from killing the members of the phantom troupe

i have no clue what he does with the eyes after getting them back(or if he does at all, it's been a while) but you guys kinda just have them????

but anyways lets say somehow Kurapika is losing a fight somewhere and out of nowhere

BOOM

you show up and whoop the person's ass and save him

if he didn't already, respect = earned

haha this is kind of short sry idk where to go with this anymore

[katyspersonal]

Today's Nightreign adventures!

1) I've decided to go back and just keep trying to beat as much as the first round of the first expedition.. despite fully knowing that it is impossible due to both me being comically bad at Soulsbornes and literally everyone else saying solo expeditions are so hard they will patch them. 💀 But for some reason I just kept trying... over and over and over and over... again and again for hours...

The good part is that I did start to somewhat get used to controls, objectives and landmarks x)

2) I was also trying different characters! Executor turned out to have stupid big bleed buildup, but I still didn't get used to him normally. The good thing is, as soon as I've failed as him, amongst the common drop from expedition was a pendant that could be put together with rite materials!

But without even my intention, just because I compulsively double-check the dialogues, I found out that Duchess wanted this pendant!

So I unlockedd her yaaayyy!!

3) My first reflex was, of course, to try an expedition with her and try out new skills! It turned out to be very hard, I can't for the love of me comprehend any type of dexterity builds gfjughh Her skill where you basically double the attacks you've just made is.. nice? It failed me half of the times, other half it worked well? But yeah, her playstyle is just not for me!

4) With how I just randomly unlocked her by just playing and another journal entry added after her first expedition, I've felt motivated to keep trying more characters to at least unlock more stuff! Tried Wylder, which unlocked new journal entry for him, and then tried Raider!

Tbh not only Raider was enjoyable to play and very useful too, but I've also noticed that so far he is the only character I feel genuinely comfortable playing as? Like I just feel right in his skin xD Not what I expected from a character with a bit of tired archetype at all gghugg I guess part of me just likes feeling big. 💀

5) I was about to try out Ironeye which I avoided because I dread archer class as much as thief class, when suddenly I've noticed an interesting change on the Roundtable map.. 👀

I did NOT expect to just randomly meet Revenant like this?? I just KNEW it was her, but I expected her to like, what? Appear after AT LEAST cleaning the first expedition? But no!

She was just standing there (menacingly), staring intensely at the painting of Radagon (bitch me too gfhfhhgff)

6) Interacting with her phantom would bring the player into a sort of hammerspace (think Evergaols) with only one logical way to go into the ruins! Player also appeared near another painting of Radagon there!

7) I expected some talk and exposition, but I GOT A BOSS BATTLE JUMPSCARE INSTEAD UUUGGGGHHHH

It is already intriguing for me though that she uses the light disks incantations (collab creations of Miquella and Radagon) AND she was near Radagon's picture.. 🤔 I wonder what is up here

8) Yaaaayyyy new screenshot in my collection of painful screenshots! :D

(My two collections: screenshots with impaling attacks where they toss the player in the air and catch them with their long sword/spear and screenshots where I die and boss has like 1 HP left hfhygghk)

9) I can't even BEGIN to describe how HAARD this fight was. -_-" I actually started shaking a little bit from frustration (or is it a lack of sleep? XD).. I tried for like, what? Thirty times...?

I've figured to use Wylder and keep shooting her from the distance with his goated grappling hook attack that also recharged fast enough! And I would have gotten away with this too, if it weren't for you meddling phantoms, and that.... skeleton. -_- No, seriously, mfer just kept ruining everything with his stupid un-dodgeable eye laser attack 😒

9.1) You might be thinking: "but kaaaaat, obviously, just get rid of the ghosts first!" .... you sure? :) You SUUUUURE? :)

..... :) So, basically, when all ghosts are dead, she becomes surprisingly aggressive and devastating. You barely manage to dodge from her, let alone land a hit!

9.2) So, new plan it was. Kill just the annoying skeleton, and ignore the other two! So her aggro is balanced and you can just keep the distance, right? ....riiiight? :)

......well, since killing skeleton is already devastating with so much going on and I was guaranteed to spend 2 flasks out of 3 on it alone, the page started to give me a lot of trouble now. 🤦‍♂️ So, NEW new plan it was: kill the page, then the big skeleton, and keep the last phantom to keep her at bay. Easier said than done....

10)

11) htythyh I could not stop looking at her, she is so detailed yet elegant!!! Interestingly enough, her journal entry didn't appear, but also it does make sense!

12) Marionette, however, had the unique dialogue for her too!

The next line is, "As a kindred being, I take such matters very seriously"!

I don't know what else I expected. xD Damn though, so she really is a doll? The second type of this kind, after the doll of Snowy Crone that Ranni's spirit inhabits now 🤔 So, the Elden Ring's burial dolls! I can't wait to know what this is all about.

I am starting to question whether similarities are not just the preferences and self-references but are intentional, and Revenant IS connected with Ranni somehow. Something super complicated, like, say, Ranni's ghost "second face" having its own life in this AU! She is Ranni, but also isn't?

13) I figured I didn't actually check any descriptions, even though they also have lore, so I read on Duchess' watch:

She is orphaned because her mother traded her life to have her ;-; But also the circumstances of her birth apparently explain her special position amongst other Nightfarers (as also a Priestess)

14) I can safely conclude that only Raider and Wylder are bearable to play in solo (and also that I am NOT seeing any actual progress unless I find people to play this game online with т.т PS players here? 👀)

[tenna-the-tv]

*First up, the fluffy-haired girl. She chose "NOR".

🎭🪓: Greetings to the crowd! My name is Noir! It's so wonderful to be here. :)

*Next, the biker girl. She chose "JHN", which is, a combinaton, of letters. Initials, maybe? Why'd she go with this?

🎭🏍: I'm Queen. I can't... really type that out with just three letters to work with, so…

*Third, the eccentric boy. He chose "FOX", wearing a content smile as he types it out.

🎭🦊: A perfect fit. That is, truly, me.

*Fourth, the twintailed girl. She chose "PAN". Woah she's pansexual I didn't know that /joke

🎭🔥: "PAN" for Panther!~ Hehe, how cute!! :3 :3

*Fifth, the blond boy. He chose "ASS". Some of his teammates glare at him, others smile at him.

🎭🔥: Skull-!

🎭💀: Heheheh... ow-! The hell was that for?!

*Sixth, the cat. He chose "ZRO".

🎭🐈‍⬛: I'm Mona! Charmed~ :3

*Seventh, the copper-haired girl. She chose "NAV". Someone mentioned she was the navigator, so it makes sense.

🎭💻: O-o-Oracle... um...

*And, finally, the leader - the boy in the dramatic black coat. He chose "IYA". Why is the entire team staring at him like that...? In any case, he smiles his usual mischievous grin. (ooc: this is a double joke :3 see if you can find both idk)

🎭🃏: Call me Joker ;) We are the Phantom Thieves of Hearts!

*He gestures dramatically towards the audience. Surely, he is a theater kid the most confident on a stage…

And I am your host, Mr. (Ant) Tenna! Welcome to this episode of TV Time!

[*The audience claps enthusiastically once the introductions finish.]

Now, since this is our first time meeting, I’ve decided to go with a classic board for today! I’m sure you all don’t mind!

MIKE, the BOARD, PLEASE!

[*The large board behind you shifts to displays something that looks something like an arena.]

For today, we’ll be seeing how you all do in combat! Any weapons— melee, ranged, or none at all— are permitted! You’ll play 3 rounds! Round 1 will be in duos, round 2 will be in two groups of four, and the final round will be all together! I’ll give you a few moments to prepare, and then it’s off to the arena! Good luck out there, everyone!

(ooc: I’ve literally never played any of the persona games I hope this is okay 💔💔)

(posted off queue)

[littlemochabunni]

~Tag game entry ♡

Thank you @peachy-dove for the tag my love! Y’all definitely gonna be mad about how mean wips I have 💀

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WiPs.

♡ The Wips of my demise ♡~

The Munchies~ “Let me stack doughnuts on it daddy.” — Stoner!Toji x Fem reader

What was that sweetheart? — OP brat taming headcanon

Soft as Velvet, Dumb as Rocks. — Benn Beckman

Skeletons In The Closet; Phantom in the sheets — Ghost x Black fem hybrid!bunny reader

Skeletons In The Closet; Whiplash — König x fem reader, Horangi x fem reader, Ghost x fem reader

Insatiable. — cw: heavy breeding kink, mating press/ deck chair, deep penetration, cervix fucking, breathe play, voice kink?

Made Just for me, Sent from heaven. — Geto x fem reader ; Toji x fem reader

Into The Glory — Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Law, Kidd, Shanks, prolly more idk; cw: Female Glory, overstim, free use, creampies, etc etc.

“Take it off…” — Ghost/Toji

“They Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab…” — Ex-Husband Toji x fem reader

“Double The Fun, For Double The Trouble.” — Shiu x fem reader x Toji; cw: cigarette, sharing, a lot of teasing, bratty, reader, free use, established “relationship” (Shiu & reader), dry humping, very mean and stubborn Toji, brat breaker Toji, voyeurism, ehhhhh some more shit I ain’t type yet

If I disappear it’s because I’m gonna be held hostage by @blkkizzat for the ungodly amount of Toji wips I have 😭

No pressure tags!: @hoshigaby @honeeslust @blkkizzat @screampied @ramonathinks @tonycries @nkogneatho @arlerts-angel @buttercupblu @ryomens-vixen @rinhaler