#sunsets with you ; dash games .

[muraenide]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. *

• favorite fruit(s): peaches, white grapes, gooseberries

• favorite activity(ies): swimming, hiking, sculpting, sketching, painting

• favorite flower(s): amaranth, daffodil, snowdrop, daisies

• favorite season(s): spring, autumn and winter

• favorite insect(s): bees

• favorite animal(s): platypus

• favorite gem(s): opal

• favorite time of day: late evening when the sunsets and early dawn when it rises

Tagged by: @sweetlybite

[lovedlace]

✿ ⧽ character inspo meme .

so basically, girl bosses and himbos. There’s like varying amounts that these all inspire(d) Kiwa (since she’s been around for like, 6 years or so now and has had tons of different iterations) but here’s some of the main ones! mostly in personality (though Tiffany is her voice inspo)

Barbie is also SPECIFICALLY life in the dream house Barbie because she was fucking batshit😭

[pinkyhaert]

To heck with zodiac signs who's your favorite paw patrol member

reblog with your answer

I'll go first

It's Zuma.

[fstbmp-a]

“. . .”

“Well, if I find out you’re lying, I’ll just have to come baaaaaaack, so I better see Sonic when I leave!⁓” And just like that, she’s turning around, practically skipping her way out of the castle.. but not before putting another hole in a wall for good measure.

[troublcmakcrs]

Rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your Tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

[flurty]

The Colors of the Moots ask game

Lemon - idk but like you seem really sour and scary Yellow - every time i see you on my dash you're always so happy and it's so lovely! Cyber - when the frick are you offline? like tell me when, i need to know for your sanity!!! do you even have it??? Goldenrod - i really wanna sit next to you and watch a sunset/sunrise. or maybe just look at you. Orange - if you were a fruit you'd be a orange. no explanation. Rust - you seem like you're hanging on by a thread. Mahogany - let's go on a late night drive together and listen to one of your playlists. Red - i am so in love with you. first it was ironic, now it's unironic. so in love. Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3 Pink - biting you biting you biting you biting you licking you biting you biting you Violet - honestly i just wanna kiss you just to shut you up. yeah. Blue - you are the sad mood. the crying moot, even. i am offering a tissue in this trying time. and maybe a hug. only if you want ofc Navy - i have a feeling you hate jeans. Lime - i can't tell if you're serious or what but i am avidly waiting your next post. Green - wanna go touch grass with me? Jade - honestly you have some of the best takes on this hellsite.

[augustinewrites]

tsumiki asks the question on a rare, relaxed saturday afternoon. with both the kid’s baseball games canceled due to some heavy morning rain, the four of you were taking the time to do some much needed relaxation. 

“how did you guys end up together?” 

satoru lifts his head from your lap, where you’d been plucking his brows. “isn’t it obvious? it was due to my roguishly handsome good looks and sharp comedic wit.” 

megumi scoffs from his spot on the armchair. “i doubt that.”

you press your cheek against your boyfriend’s shoulder, laughing. “that’s cute, babe, but do you want to tell them how it really happened? or should i?”

“i’ll tell them,” he volunteers. “because i have been in love with you a lot longer than you might think.”

_____

satoru meets you when he’s seventeen years old. (it’s a stupid age. ‘cause when you’re seventeen, you’re all hormones and ego and think the world revolves around you.) 

so he doesn’t pay you much mind when yaga first introduces you to his little class, because honestly? he’d taken one look at you, fresh out of the countryside with your perfectly pressed uniform, not a hair out of place or a battle scar on your body and was extremely underwhelmed. so he’d brushed you off like lint on his sleeve, because he doubted you’d even survive the year. no point in getting to try and know you. 

that same afternoon, you’d unleashed hell on him with your shikigami and almost broken his nose. 

“i’m sorry,” you’d muttered when you’d forcibly accompanied him to the infirmary. 

“you don’t sound sorry,” he’d huffed. his nose (and his ego) were definitely bruised. 

you rolled your eyes and muttered something that was probably really mean under your breath. he’s about to tell you off when he feels blood start to drip again, cursing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head back.

“you’re supposed to tilt your head forward,” you sigh, handing him another folded up piece of paper towel. 

he doesn’t take it, glaring down at you. “why would i do that?”

shoko and geto walk behind you both, highly amused by your bickering. “they’d be good together, don’t you think?”

“if they don’t kill each other first.” the latter chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he eyes you both. 

“if you tilt your head forward, then the blood drips out and not in–”

“why? that’s where the blood is supposed to be.”

“no, it’s not, and if you’d just let me finish what i was saying instead of interrupting me–”

it’s not the last time he interrupts you. it’s not the last time the two of you bicker or the last time he walks with you through the courtyard. days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and even though you’d almost broken his nose that first day, he quickly realizes that he couldn’t imagine you anywhere but with him. 

_____

it’s late when he sneaks out of your room, sunset streaming through the courtyard as he peeks around the corner, on the lookout for any faculty before he dashes back to the boy’s dorm…

…only to run into geto, who’s standing outside. he feels bad for a second, because they haven’t really talked since…well, everything.

but he just flicks his cigarette, grinning in that all too knowing way of his. “what were you doing in the girl’s wing, creeper?”

“nothing,” he lies, but his cheeks are warm, there are butterflies in his stomach, and he can’t seem to stop smiling.

his best friend looks at him. really looks at him. “oh, man. you’re so obvious.”

“i’m not obvious, you’re obvious,” he retorts.

geto takes another drag before holding it out to him. gojo shakes his head. “you’re one of the smartest, yet dumbest people i know. so i’m going to help you now, because i think without guidance, you are capable of making extremely rash romantic decisions.”

“that’s not true–”

“it’s very true. like that fact that you’re in love with…” geto nods his head towards the girl’s dorm, grinning. 

he tucks his chin under the collar of his jacket when he feels heat crawl up his neck, looking away. “that’s ridiculous. i’m not…it’s not like that. we’re just…hanging out.”

“really?” his friend checks. “because the way that you look at her, i mean…wow. we’ve all seen it. you look at her like you hear tiny forest animals singing whenever she walks into a room.” 

satoru bristles slightly, because he’s not entirely off the mark. 

(but seventeen is a stupid age, and at the time he knew he cared for you deeply, but he didn’t know he loved you yet.)

geto knows though, and just shrugs. “i know you’ll see it someday too.”

_____

“do these shoes go with my outfit?” you ask, looking over your shoulder.

gojo shrugs, hardly even glancing up from his phone. “sure.” 

“you didn’t even look!” 

he exhales a harsh breath, tossing his phone onto your bed as he looks up at you. “why are you trying so hard for some guy you don’t even like? i mean– have you even met him?”

“no,” you sigh, smoothing your hands over your dress. “but me meeting him is really important to my father.” 

he leans back against your headboard, folding his hands behind his head. “why?”

“because a proposal from the kamo clan is a really big deal.” you startle when he sits up so fast that his glasses fall from their perch atop his head. “oh my– what’s wrong?!”

“everything about that sentence. a proposal? as in to be wed?”

“yes, gojo,” you confirm, turning back to adjust your earrings in the mirror. “i was born outside of the zen’in clan, but i have their inherited technique. my dad…all these years he’s worked hard to keep me off their radar so i wouldn’t be stuck there. so i wouldn’t be unhappy like he was. if i accept this proposal and join the kamo clan…all his hard work wouldn’t be for nothing.” 

“the kamo clan,” he repeats, shaking his head. he’s not sure why he’s so annoyed. it’s hard to pinpoint the exact reason. “they’re based in kyoto. you’d– you’d have to leave.”

he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, but all the unsaid things that he’s been too scared to admit to himself (and especially to you) must be written all over his face, because you hesitate before you step out the door, looking back at him hopefully. 

“have fun,” is all he says instead, pretending not to notice when your expression falls. “i’ll probably be out when you get back, but just text so i know you’re alright and haven’t already been whisked off to kyoto.”

_____

“but you never joined the kamo clan,” tsumiki notes, sending you a questioning look. “why did your dad to change his mind?”

“i…actually still don’t know,” you admit, smiling softly. “he’s never told me.” 

“well, whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter now. ‘cause you’re right where you’re supposed to be,” satoru grins. he presses a soft kiss to your lips, but pulls back with a laugh when the kids groan loudly. “on that note, i’m going to start cleaning up.” 

megumi, who’d been silent the entire story, gets up to help, trailing after him into the kitchen.

“it was you,” he says once you and tsumiki are out of earshot.

satoru sets the stack of plates on the counter, glancing over his shoulder at him. “hm?”

“you made some kind of deal with her family, didn’t you? like you did for me.” 

he doesn’t answer right away, moving leftover vegetables into a container. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

besides, that was then and this was now. he’s older and wiser and he knows that he’s loved you since he was seventeen years old.

_____

your father seems taken aback, and not just because satoru gojo was standing in his study, but because of what he was proposing. “excuse me?”

blue eyes land on a photo of you on your father’s desk. you’re cherished here. loved. letting you go must be hard, even if it’s for your own good. “you want to keep her away from the zen’in’s right? if she joins the gojo clan, we’ll make the idea of even coming near her radioactive.” 

“but the only way to do that is–”

“marriage. to me, specifically,” he finishes with an easy shrug, as if he’s merely speaking about the weather. “quick, easy, simple. now you can reject the kamo clan’s proposal.”

your father is a smart man, that much is obvious. he’s kept you out of the zen’in’s grasp for years, even after news of your inherited technique had spread. there’s no way he’d turn down a deal as good as this.

“i have nothing to offer you,” he says now, expression pinched. “no dowry, or things of the like.”

“i don’t need your money,” he dismisses with a wave of his hand. “in fact, i only have three conditions.”

gojo’s three conditions

[writingoddess1125]

hiya!

Could you do Prince Nuada from Hellboy 2 and reader?

This one has taken me a while- Also thank you for reigniting the LOVE I had for Prince Nuada! Ugh! So sexy!!

I do hope this is to your liking since it did take some warping.

1. I gotta keep Nuada and Nuala alive so the ending didn't happen

2. Introduce elements from the comics aka Hellboy had adopted siblings.

OKAY ENJOY! I TRIED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Half Breed

Prince Nuada x FemReader

Support me on Ko-Fi I'm poor!

After the fortunately failed suicide attempt from Nuala which had horribly injured both twins- Nuafa had been captured and the two rushed back to the Bureau for emergency treatment, Which fortunately allowed the Elves to survive the whole ordeal.

Nuada had been placed in custody of B.P.R.D first as a high level prisoner for many months after his attempt to wipe out humanity.

After being in solitary confinement for far too long a deal was struck with him to work for the organization due to his knowlege of the world and to get out of solitary help all that had been damaged.

He had agreed- begrudgingly and because Nuala insisted.. it had been nearly a year of this all- When something interesting took place.

Nuala and Abe walked down the corridors together, talking about recent books they had shared before Abe paused.

"Oh?-" He looked around calmly before seeing the warning lights come down shining blue instead of the normal red for emergencies.

"Is there an emergancy?" Nuala questioned, a bit nervous of what it could mean, But Abe gently touched her shoulder with his gloved hand.

"No no- Just a old friend. Everytime she visits her and Red play a.. Game of sorts like tag" Abe explained, Nuala smiling at hearing this. Nuada who had just returned from a mission turned the corner seeing his sister and the fish man, frowning but looking to the lights.

"Whats this?" He asked shortly, Abe repeating his answer from before.

"Warning lights for a Game?" He questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Well they are only allowed to have this game once a year and for 5 minutes- mainly due to the property damage that always happens" Abe said truthfully as the elven twins looked surprised by this. A childish game causing property damage?

As if right on cue there was a loud crash the trio turning to see Hellboy running full force in their direction like a train.

"MOVE MOVE!" He yelled loudly, as he ran past them. This was the fastest any of them had seen him run even in a life or death situation, right as he was about to turn the corner a black boot came barrowing down on the side of his cheek, knocking him to the ground hard before the smaller figure ran down the hall Red had just gone through.

"You're it!" She yelled and the trio watched- There running past was a women. Dressed in all black leather tactical gear with her silver hair in a long braid, the ends a sunset gold- (Y/S/C) skin with unique etchings found in only elvish culture paired with amber eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure see what she was-

"Timer Abe!" She yelled, Abe looking to the small watch he carried.

"4 minutes and 26 seconds left- Also happy youve returned safely" He called out to (Y/N) who dashed down the hallway.

Nuada eyes widened as he couldnt help but follower her with his gaze, something about her drew him in. The trio sticking to the walls as they tried to follow the action- it was like a massive battle taking black between a giant and a tiny titan. While Red was slamming into walls cracking cement with his weight and arm- (Y/N) was doing flips and hung to the light fixtures above to keep an advantage.

"Happy to see you too!!!"

He could only describe himself as being mesmerized by her.. Every turn, giggle and jump just seemed to bewitch him and it terrified him.. It wasn't till a loud alarm snapped him his gaze making him jump a bit in surprise- the game was over it seemed and Hellboy returned with his sister, the demon clearly glum from losing.

Nuala eyes widened as she watched (Y/N) jump around Hellboy with a happy smile at winning the game. Figuring what she was but disbelieving of course even after this entire endeavor. A leath-fola. A Half-Blood Actually existed in this world? The embodiment of a union between a human and one of his own kind-

"I win Red! So that's 28 for me and 25 for you. Best luck next you!" She said cheerfully as Hellboy grumbled and pushed her head away with his small hand.

"Yada Yada short stack-"

She noticed the looks of the two meeting their gazes and Nuada immediately felt his heart beat pick up- Confused by the sensation he glanced to Nuala assuming it must be her however she seemed calm and relaxed.

"New Agents?" She questioned looking at the twins, Abe nodding with a 'smile'

"Prince Nuada of the Bethmora clan.. This here is my sister Princess Nuala" He introduced both formally, watching how her smile seemed to radiate as he spoke. It made him feel like he had had stepped into the sun for the first time in years..

"It's lovely to meet you both! It's so lovely to have new faces here in the facility" She said cheerfully, reaching out in a friendly matter and patting both twins on the shoulders.

It felt like Nuada had been shocked by the most pleasant bit of electricity that left him flustered and confused. His sister finally glancing at him as she felt his emotions and gaze a smile, a twinkle of what could only be described as mischief in her golden gaze.

"Yes.. new faces... now if you'll excuse me" Nuada said quickly before dismissing himself- trying to control the panic that was eating him on the inside and the warmth that bloomed in his body. He practically ran back to the space he was forced to call a room and lock himself inside. Nuada stood in his room pacing back and forth. His mind racing and heart uneasy- unknowingly for hours as he tried to calm himself from the sudden feelings that seemed to slam into him.

A knock on the door bringing him from his thoughts as he quickly opened the door, surprised to see his sister standing there in a evening gown.

"Sister, what are you doing up? You should be resting.." He said softly, allowing Nuala into the room.

"I can not rest with you so worked up brother" Nuala said softly. The prince sighing as he realized he had kept her up and took a seat on the corner of the bed, Nuala sitting next to him as well.

"Well- It sounds like she is your fated partner" She pointed out and Nuada immediately felt anger in his blood.

"You're thinking about the leath-fola (Y/N)? Right?" Nuala said softly as she rubbed her brothers shoulder to comfort him. He frowned at being so obvious and also for the form of comfort.

"Yes- She... makes me uneasy" He says, lying a bit to avoid the words he wanted to use. Nuala smiling at this.

"Do not speak such foolish things-" He hissed, Nuala flinching at his harsh words.

"I am not fated to a mortal of all beings" He started but Nuala held up a hand.

"She is not a mortal however brother.. You saw" Nuada was ready to argue but couldnt- his face twisting up.. The damn half-breed was not his fated partner NOR was it going to be the siblings of the demon.

He would prove it...

For the first few weeks that (Y/N) was there, Nuada had been rude and snide. Hissing insults about her mixed blood, shoving past her or even straight up ignoring her. He expected she would take the abuse since she didnt say anything about it but he had been wrong- so terribly wrong.

It took only one time calling her "Dirty" in terms of her blood to get the hardest punch he had ever taken to the nose- It made his eyes water and fall to a knee infront of her..

She grabbed his silver hair and pulled him close so they were eye to eye-

"Listen here- Keep insulting me like this and I'm going to tear your ass a new one. I don't give a Flying fuck if your a price or whatever- I will fuck you up" She hissed at him-

Nuada felt more confused then he ever had before- The pain seemingly going with the fluttering warmth he felt in his face and blatant arousal that was Damm near impossible to miss- (Y/N) seeing his widened eyes and the flush of color on his pale face, like he was frozen and her own golden eyes traveled down at noticing some new movement.

"O-Oh-" Was all she said- Clearly just as surprised as Nuada was at this point. Her fingers carefully releasing his silver hair as warmth went to her own cheeks.

Nuada wanted a blade to the heart at this point...

[celestelunia]

Hii! I saw the Ruggie lover letter fic and was wondering if you could do something similar with Leona, but instead he knows who’s sending them but doesn’t say or do anything because he wants to play around with her. This leads to the fem!reader finding out that he knows (maybe like she was gonna leave a confession letter but hears him talking with Ruggie about how he knows but doesn’t do anything) and she stops sending him the letters and avoids him because she thinks he doesn’t love her back. Fluffy ending pls!!

.🐷

Hi 🐷-san! Thank you for the request and sorry it took a while!

My first Leona request! I hope I did him justice 😆

Enjoy!

Warnings: Reader is she/her. Leona being Leona

Leona walked into his room with a big yawn before he felt his foot kick something. With a tired gaze, he glanced down to notice a letter was on his floor. As his door shut, the lion knelt down to pick it up before he walked over towards his large bed.

As he collapsed on his comfortable bed, the second prince of Sunset Savanna opened the letter before his emerald green eyes scanned over the contents. As he read the letter, a small smirk graced his lips before he placed the letter next to him on the bed.

Over the past month, Leona had started to receive love letters addressed to him. At first, he was a bit surprised that someone had the guts to actually send him a letter like this. All of these herbivore surrounding him didn't seem to have the backbone for such a thing, but as they continued to be delivered to him, he slowly came to start looking forward to them. It was a nice change of pace to his boring life. A small dash of color in his otherwise grey world. 

It wasn't like he didn't know who it was either. Her scent was all over the letter. Y/N. He had seen her around campus, but in true Leona fashion, he didn't really pay her any mind as he tended to just find a place to nap.

That was until he started getting these letters. While he walked around the courtyard or campus, he would catch little glimpses of her. It was almost adorable how she didn't seem to notice that he knew she was there, and he was fine keeping it that way for now. This game was too interesting for him to end just yet.

A week later, Lenoa let out a yawn as he rolled over on the grass in the botanical garden. As he did, his ear twitched in annoyance when he heard Ruggie's voice.

"Leona! You need to get up. You have a dorm leader meeting you have to attend." Ruggie called out the moment he stepped into the garden. When silence greeted him, the hyena huffed before making his rounds to the usual placed Leona liked to nap. After a moment, he finally found him. "Time to get up your highness." He said as he knelt down next to the housewarden.

Leona said nothing as he tried to go back to sleep.

"You also got a letter." Ruggie said, which caused Leona ear to twitch lightly before he rolled over on his back. Sitting up from his spot, he held out his hand for the letter.

Surprised that Leona got up so quickly caused Ruggie to blink before shrugging. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the letter and placed it in his housewarden hand. "Something important?"

The second prince didn't respond as he opened the letter and scanned over the contents. When Ruggie tried to take a look at what had his boss so preoccupied, Leona moved the letter away before putting it in his pocket.

"You've been getting these letters a lot. Is something going on?" Ruggie asked as his curiosity got the better of him. Based on the scent surrounding the letter, he knew it wasn't from the kingdom but from someone here at NRC.

When Leona let out another yawn as it looked like he was about to go back to sleep, Ruggie suddenly smirked. "A mystery letter? Maybe...A love letter? Shyeheehee." He asked with a small laugh.

Leona sent a glare at Ruggie before he placed his arms over his head in a stretch. "It's not a mystery, and it's none of your damn business." He said as he felt his back pop.

At the Ruggie tilted his head. "You know who sent them?"

"Of course." Leona said as his tail flicked up lightly. "Who do you think I am?" He asked, almost sounding offended. "Something like this isn't hard for me to figure out." He said, waving his hand boredly at the hyena. "Y/N scent is all over it."

At the mention of Y/N, Ruggie blinked. Oh! So that's why the scent seemed familiar. He had a class with her in the afternoons but he was surprised that he knew her by name. That was a bit uncommon for the lion who didn't give two shits about the people here.

"If you know who is sending them, then why haven't you said anything?" Ruggie asked a bit confused.

"Because it's fun." Was Leona's response, which only managed to confuse Ruggie more. "It's like a game." He said, noticing Ruggie didn't get it. "I'm curious on how long she will keep this up." Leona added with a grin that caused Ruggie to almost feel a bit bad for Y/N. Almost. In his mind, if you have the guts to try to court the second prince of Sunset Savanna, then you must know what you are getting into.

With a sigh, Ruggie pushed himself up. "I don't really care, but you need to get to your dorm leader meeting. Otherwise, Crowley is going to give you an ear full.

"Yeah, yeah." Leona huffed as he stood up, and as he did, his ear twitched back towards the back entrance of the botanical garden.

"Something wrong?" Ruggie asked as he noticed Leona pause for a moment.

"Let's go." Leona said as his tail flicked a bit behind him as he left the garden.

He knew!? He knew it was you and that this was all some kind of game to him? With your back against the garden wall, you grip the small letter in your hand. You put a lot of time and effort into each letter. To make sure you could convey your feelings and it was all nothing but some kind of joke to him...

Feeling your eyes string with tears, you pushed yourself away from the garden and ran. Your tears slowly cascaded from your cheeks as you tore up the letter you had spent all morning working on and threw it in a nearby trash can.

"What was I thinking?" You whimpered as you wiped away your tears. You were stupid to think someone like him would ever look your way...

Three weeks had gone by, and students were whispering and hurrying to get out of the way of an annoyed looking Leona. He was giving off the vibe of "get in my way and I bite you to death."

Why was he in a bad mood? Maybe he needed more sleep? No. That wasn't it. No, the second prince knew why he was annoyed but didn't want to admit it.

The letters had stopped coming, and it bothered him more than he would like to admit. As he made this way through the hallways, his nose twitched when a familiar scent graced his nose. With a deep growl, Leona changed his course as he followed your scent.

Arriving at a classroom, the second prince threw open the door, causing you to jump in surprise by the sudden action.

"Y-you scared me!" You yelped when you saw that it was Leona who had slammed open the door.

"Tsk." Leona clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked around the room. Seemed liked you were the only one in here. That just made things easier. With that, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Huh?" Was your response as you wondered why he was here in the first place. You were doing your best to get over this asshole and now he suddenly just shows up when he isn't wanted? Figures. Not wanting to be around him right now, you stood up and gathered your homework.

"So that's it? You're just going to stop now after coming this far?" Leona asked as you glanced up at him.

"I don't know what you mean." You said as you placed your book in your bag, but as you did, Leona hand slammed down on your desk.

"I didn't think your feelings for me were so weak. I guess I just underestimated them." He said before letting out a sigh. "And you." He added, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"You're the one who treated my feeling like they were just a game!" You snapped as he slammed your bag down on your desk. "Don't make this sound like I was the one who-ahh!"

As you were making your case, Leona suddenly moved as he closed the distance between you two. It happened so fast that your head was spinning. You found yourself with your back against the wall, and Leona's hand slammed against it near your head as he pinned you against the wall and himself.

"If I was really treating your feeling like they were worthless, you would know. I would have put a stop to those letters right off the bat." He growled, and when you said nothing, he sighed. "Listen up herbivore because I'm only saying this once. Your letters were never a problem for me, and I'm giving you the chance now to say them in person instead of through a damn letter."

At Leona's words, you started up at him with wide eyes. Was he saying...that he accepted your feelings for him? Feeling your face suddenly flush red, you felt like crawling into a hole the moment you saw Leona grin.

"I don't have all day." Leona said with a playful smirk.

"I...might like....you." You whispered as you looked down at the ground. Why were you even giving into him like this after what he said!?

"Oh? I didn't catch that. You got to speak up." Leona said as his ear twitched.

You knew he heard every word! Those cute ears of his weren't just for show! "I said I like you!" You yelled before puffing out your cheeks in a huff. "Damnit..." You whispered.

At this, Leona let out a chuckle as he removed his hand from the wall and grabbed yours. "Was that so hard?" He asked as he started to pull you along with him.

This cocky little....!

Before you could say anything, you suddenly found yourself being led out of the classroom. Suddenly, feeling the eyes of the other students around looking at you, you realized that Leona was still holding your hand as he pulled you down the hallway.

"It's nice outside today. I know a good spot for a nap." His voice called out as if he already knew what you were thinking.

At the fact that he was inviting you into his space like this made you blush deepen. Does this mean he accepted your feelings for him?

"Consider yourself special. I don't just let anyone join me, you know?" Leona said as he glanced over his shoulder at you with a lazy grin. "Stop over thinking things and just come with me." He said as you felt your heart skip a beat.

Maybe...you could accept this for now? With a smile, you gently squeezed his hand as you happily followed after the second king. Guess you could forgive him just this once. An afternoon nap did sound kinda nice.

[yunebtc]

Hiii ! Could you please do a Rainbow Dash x fem! reader oneshot? Nothing specific! Hope it’s not a bother, thank you! 🥲

OFC I CAN ITS NO PROBLEM AT ALL YAYAYAYAAYA

!!NOTPROOFREAD MIGHT HAVE MISTAKES

-Fem reader

-Reader is a but on the athletic side as well preferably vollleyball

-Reader x Rainbow Dash

IF U DONT LIKE GAYNESS GET OUTTA HERE

-Fluff

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Are you sure about that? RAINBOW DASH

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You and Rainbow have been dating for 10 months now and you couldn't have been happier, you had found someone who changed your life, Today You and Rainbow had been busy with classes and you were just heading only class with rainbow, PE, Rainbow loved PE you liked it as well especially volleyball which is what you were doing today, You were excited since you enjoyed volleyball and you were extremely well at it, you went to the locker room and changed and as you finish you see dash enter the locker room and you walked up to her "Hey!! Where have you been?" You ask she usually never was late, she grabs ur hand and says "Heh my bad AJ helped me clean up the mess in home ec" You weren't surprised since she definitely didnt seem like the type of girl for home ec, you hear the whistle and you wait for Rainbow to leave the locker room as you both talk about what happened during the day your coach said you were playing volley ball and place you and dash on separate teams, Yous see your girlfriend smirk and walk up the the net and says to you "Your so going down babe, you know how I am with sports!!" You laugh and say "Are you sure about that??" And she look at you like your crazy "UH duh!! Just wait" Rainbow said not knowing she was gonna regret it

You and Dash were neck on neck with points and the game was about to end as Rainbow served the ball your teamate went for it and shot the ball in the air and you went to go spike the ball which landed on Rainbows side of the court as your team cheered you on Rainbows team groans in disappointment and you see Rainbow with a frown on her face and you Coach says "Alright girls head totally he lockerrooms before the bell rings!!" And everyone heads into the locker rooms some girls took a light shower, you being one of the and some left already waiting for the bell, you got out and the locker room started to fill with more steam, You change into your clothes and you see Rainbow with a towel around her body, her body still being damp and you were able to see her muscles and how the towel hugged her body just right made you blush slightly but you could tell Rainbow was still salty about the game and you laugh out loud grabbing her attention "What's so funny huh?" She says with a pout and you laugh even more " Baby your being ridiculous it's just one game of volleyball it won't hurt your winning streak!" You exclaim as rainbow huffs finishing putting her skirt and you decide to mess with her and bring her hands to her sides "How about I give you a reward because your such a good sport?" Rainbow turns red and she looks away "--- W-what do you-" you cut her off with a kiss which she returns as she puts her hand on your neck her thumb on your jawline deepening the kiss you both fight for dominance and she eventually wins and she smirks in the kiss and snakes her other hand around your waist and breaks the kiss "I think I like the reward" She says and you blush even more she laughs and her mood was easily lifted and you both finish getting ready to head to see the others

You and rainbow were still red from just coming out of the steamy locker room and as you approached the girls they all begun to give knowing looks and giggle "What are you guys laughing at??" Rainbow asks and Sunset says "Some girls came by and saw you guys getting at it in the locker roooom~" She singsonged and you and Rainbow blush even harder "UHHH WE GOTTA GO SEE YA!!" Rainbow panics and she drags you to her motorcycle turning the engines and drives off and they were left laughing so hard years went by "What in tarnation!??" Applejack laughs

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THIS WAS SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKENIT AND IM SO SORRYY IT TOOK LONG IT KEPT ERASING THE ORIGINALS I TYPED OUT😭😭 PLEASE JEEO REQUESYING THO YOU GUYS TYSM FOR THIS WONDERFUL PEROSN FOR BEJNG MY FIRST REQUEST!!

[klapollo]

Yknow I need to emphasize how deleting movies and games and shows actively makes it harder to find new work as an artist. At my last position I wrote for over a dozen sites and when I was laid off most of them were sunsetted with a short timetable, which meant I had to make a mad dash to preserve as many of the hundreds of assets I worked on (over the course of four years) as I could. There's a lot of stuff I probably missed. When you WIPE an entire project out of existence that's hours of work that can't go on the portfolio of a game dev, a producer, an animator. Most creative professions REQUIRE robust portfolios to get work and this makes it way harder to make one.

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✿ ⧽ what tragic horror character trope are you ?

❥ the witch .

people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.

tagged by ; @chronosbled (tysm bby!!)

tagging ; anyone who’d like to give this a shot!!!

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I feel like there are not a lot of Sims 3 simblrs left. Who have been inspirations to you lately. I want to follow more simblrs :)

It's always lovely to see more ts3 simmers !! 💖 I usually check the ts3 tags to find more players, but here's some recent simspo that's been popping up on my dash: @poisonfireleafs: I loveeeee her hair retextures sm! I switched to using just them during my last small cc cleanout (Which I need to do... again... eventually... kicks mod folder under bed haha) @erasabledinosaur Cute colorful reshades and photos, her decorating style is chefs kiss mwah mwah 🥰 @simspaghetti I love her gameplay and follow her guides and gameplay rules! Sooo many good resources here 📚 @thepettymachine Really fun and cool ts3 challenges and legacies! One of my saves is their jam legacy challenge and I plan on tackling the others sometime 🍓 @acesandfairydust Just finished a berry lepacy! So many colorful generations 😻 @swedishsimmerr Currently playing a 100 baby challenge! Good luck soldier 🍼 @ticklemerainbows Their berry legacies span so many generations!! All those color combos and palettes are so neat to look at 🍒 @bool-prop Stories involving magic and the occult? Yes pleaseeeee 🐺 @amixofpixels Colorful faeries and a huge family tree!! Dedication to the fae ✨ @papermint-airplane Storytelling and cute aliens, need I say more 👽 @greenplumbboblover Amazing storytelling with the Sunset Valley sims 🌴 @kissalopa @prettyplumbobs @simsreaper @llamabees @hiddenspriings @nikatyler @hypatiaas @nonrevsims @panicsimmer More hix completionist/lepacy players!! It's such a fun challenge so far and it's fun to play alongside others doing it too, and seeing how unique everyones games are while playing in iconic ea worlds 🌞 @pearlsim @llamabees @magiclabs @teekapoa Cute & colorful gameplay and adorable decorating styles!! Taking so many notes 📝 @bearsimz @annacake @lalarose More ts3 berry players, berries my beloved 🍑

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Laurel

Prologue | In Trouble | A Proposition

But he doesn’t forget.

She wakes late the next day to find a slip of paper jammed under the front door; The stilted scrawl summons her to meet after sunset. She knew Haymitch was a miserable drunk, but never suspected he’d stoop to blackmail.

Fueled by her rage she storms off to Victor’s Village, pounding on the old mentor’s door until it finally swings open. Bleary eyed and disheveled, he doesn't seem surprised to see her despite her disregard of his note. He grunts and bids her wait by the gate, before disappearing back into his house.

She turns to obey when motion catches her eye; the curtains at the house across the street flutter closed and she scurries down towards the entrance, tucking herself out of sight.

Staring off towards the mountains, she considers a life on the run with her mother and sister, but it’s never made sense before, even less so with an infant to think of.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice Haymitch’s approach until his bark snaps her from her daze. Even more startling is the realization that he isn’t alone, trailing behind him is Peeta Mellark; the only other inhabitant of Victor’s Village.

Visions of burned bread and bruises taunt her, but worse still, the heavy weight of an unpaid debt. She has the urge to flee on the spot, but her desperation and curiosity drive her forward. They walk in silence, her eyes darting to him often, catching his gaze fixed on hers before quickly flitting away. Haymitch slows to a halt when they're out of sight of the Village, turning to look at them, his eyes sharper than she’s ever seen them.

“Her sister’s in trouble,” he says without preamble, looking at Peeta while tilting his head towards Katniss.

Katniss takes a step back, Peeta’s eyes flit to her once again, full of concern.

“The way I see it, the two of you can help each other out,” Haymitch continues. “Everdeen. Your mom’s the healer, right? She can declare a quarantine order for your sister; shouldn’t be a problem for her. Keep her hidden away so no one knows her condition, while the two of you head down to the Justice building, get married; a patch up, so when the baby comes, we can pass it off as yours.”

Her mind is racing; the idea had never occurred to her. It’s risky, but it could work and it wouldn’t have to be Peeta… she could find someone else if he objected, and she probably should; She already owes him too much without adding this to it. She’d just need to find someone she can trust; Someone who would choose to tether himself to her and another man’s child, never breathing a word of their deal... The despair creeps back in; no one comes to mind and she’s running out of time. She’d have to claim the baby as her own without a husband. No, that wouldn’t work either, at least not in 12.

“A wife and a child would go a long way to securing the President’s trust,” Haymitch adds.

She furrows her brow, but Peeta must understand the connection. “I told you, I’m not going to play that game,” his voice is firm. “You said we’d find another way.”

“This is the other way. And what about her sister? You’d be protecting more than just yourself here.”

Peeta exhales, running his hands down his face.

Her head is thundering from last night's liquor and the pair's cryptic words are doing nothing to help. The president, game, protection; She doesn’t understand their significance or connection, but it sounds like Peeta’s in trouble too. If marrying her could keep him safe it would be like a trade, rather than a debt…

“You’d be going into this on equal footing. An alliance,” Haymitch says as if anticipating her concern. “Mutual protection. Doesn’t gotta be anything more.”

“Katniss?” Peeta’s voice has softened and when she turns to look at him, after years of stolen glances, his eyes hold her stare.

It’s all too much.

“I need to talk to Prim,” she says before dashing away as fast as she can.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Ten

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Parade

Summary: The Sapphire Owls celebrate their victory, and (Y/N) and Sebastian have their own fun.

            “So this is the cox costume that has been passed down in Blue House for generations?” remarked Sebastian. He gazed at Ciel with a furrowed brow, and (Y/N) concealed a chuckle. “My, that is quite something…”

            Ciel was swimming in the costume due to being thirteen and small for his age. He huffed from beneath the long, cloak-like jacket.

            “Your appearance is far and away more than even I had expected,” said Sebastian.

            “It certainly is interesting,” said (Y/N).

            “Hold your tongue!” snapped Ciel. “Normally, it’d be an upperclassman in the parade. So we’ll have to make do. Sebastian, tailor these to fit, would you?”

            “There is no need,” said Sebastian.

            “Eh?”

            (Y/N) opened a chest they had brought in. “You said you would win.”

            “It goes without saying that we, as your butler and maid, would have made the necessary preparations,” said Sebastian, lifting an appropriately sized costume from the chest.

            Ciel smirked. “Very well done.”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged smirks.

            “Of course, my lord.”

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            As the sun lowered in the sky over the Thames, the preparations for the boat parade concluded. While Blue House would sail towards Windsor Castle, remove their hats for the Queen, and cast their flowers into the water as the victors, the rest of the houses set up the parade. Once sunset appeared, Edward and Clayton organized the other students into teams to light all the lanterns from Saint George’s flame.

            And then it was the Sapphire Owls’ entrance. (Y/N) and Sebastian stood and applauded with the rest of the school faculty, students, and families as the well-dressed group emerged. They had a photo taken, and then they sat in their boat with the lanterns above.

            “Ready? Go,” said Ciel. “Catch, row. Catch, row.”

            The boat moved smoothly down the river, and in the darkness of the water, the lanterns reflected like stars. It was truly one of the most beautiful moments human beings could create.

            (Y/N) lifted their hand and linked their gloved hand to Sebastian’s. They linked their pinky with his, the movement small enough that no one but them noticed. Sebastian glanced down at their hands and smiled slightly.

            “There, on the bridge!” said someone suddenly as the boat approached. “Her Majesty, the Queen!”

            Ciel stood and gazed at the Queen, a somber look in his eyes. As everyone else saluted the Queen with deference and adoration, Ciel stood with deference and a grave expression. After all, he had sworn to do his job as the Queen’s Guard Dog. He had a job to complete at Weston College.

            “Long live Her Majesty!”

            Ciel extended his sword to the Queen. “Salute Her Majesty the Queen!”

            The rest of his boat stood. The moment after they saluted the Queen, they wobbled. (Y/N) and Sebastian chuckled. Apparently, Blue House had worked so hard on strategy for the games they hadn’t prepared at all for boating.

            Splash!

            The boat overturned and sent students and flowers into the Thames. Cheers and laughs went up in the crowd, and even (Y/N) and Sebastian let out chuckles at the amusing sight.

            “That’s Blue House for you!” cheered the students, no malice anywhere to be found.

            Above the crowd’s heads, fireworks exploded, sending showers of light dashing across the water.

            “Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Ciel.

            “It’s dazzling.” Bluewer smiled. “It’s so dazzling that I feel my eyes sting.”

            (Y/N) gazed up at the fireworks, and a slight smile appeared on their face. Their eyes softened, and Sebastian found himself unable to look away from their lovely expression and face.

            “My, my, humans are strange,” said (Y/N). “To go through so much and to yet have these moments…” They laughed. “How amusing they are.”

            “You, my—” Sebastian nearly let his pet name slip free and instead smiled. “Yes. How amusing.” He shifted his hand to properly hold theirs. “And you have that strength and so much more.”

            “We have that strength,” said (Y/N). “We.”

            Humans were transient—their own life had been—but all the briefness of their life, they found such joys within it. Even when they suffered and fail—like Blue House over and over—they found something to celebrate, something to smile about. (Y/N) supposed that is why they still found humans so amusing, so entertaining. They had predictable ways, but, every so often, they created a moment like this that made (Y/N) remember why their human self—the memories so faded—had done so much for others, even when it ended in nothing but their own ruin.

            They held no regrets.

            And now because of all that failure and their “fall from grace,” (Y/N) stood beside Corvus, the demon they loved and who loved them in return for all that they were.

            They had won.

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            The celebration did not end with the parade, not at all. The people were having too good a time to leave yet, and everyone wanted to laugh and smile more, pretending the moment could freeze like that—joyous—forever.

            Ciel tried to escape, but Soma, McMillan, and Elizabeth dragged him back to the tables of food, tents of games, and crowds of people. The Queen’s Butlers, the Double Charleses, showed up due to being alumni, and the P4 had never seemed so nervous to talk to people in their lives (fans, apparently).

            Sebastian and (Y/N) carefully stepped aside to avoid them since the sharp eyes of Charles Grey might notice who they were. Fortunately, Grey was focused on food as much as ever and gorging himself silly. Phipps, on the other hand, had found a chicken and allowed it to sit on his shoulder. His tall, silent, and intimidating persona was very much disrupted by it, but it produced quite a few smiles and chuckles.

            Cheslock found his violin and approached the Blue House band. They were nervous for a moment that they would be reprimanded for their slightly underhanded strategy, but, instead of his usual abrasiveness, Cheslock asked for them to join him. Together, Blue House and Cheslock struck up and created energetic, playful music.

            People beamed, and they instantly cleared a space to dance. Elizabeth pulled Ciel to the dance floor, and her parents joined them. Francis was a strict woman, but she smiled softly as her husband offered her an arm. They did truly love one another, and the dancing was lively, even for their more proper stance. On the other hand, Elizabeth had pushed Edward and Paula to dance together, and the pair blushed, unsure how to proceed. Soma had no problem grabbing any willing partner for a dance and pulled Mey-Rin, who blushed as a servant, to dance. They linked arms and energetically spun around the dance floor until Mey-Rin and Soma were beaming and laughing wildly.

            Soon enough, a variety of students were also dancing. Bluewer was dragged out by one of his sisters, and his other sisters grabbed the other prefects and the prefects’ drudges, which was entertaining to say the least.

            “I believe there are several people who wish to dance with you,” said Sebastian, glancing at the various women looking at (Y/N).

            “It could be you they wish to dance with, Mr. Michaelis,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “Both of us, then,” amended Sebastian.

            “I am not inclined to dance with them,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “Actually, I believe Mr. Noir will retire for the evening.”

            “Oh? Shall I accompany you—back to the house, that is?” said Sebastian.

            “Nonsense,” said (Y/N). “Wait here.”

            Sebastian furrowed his brow, and (Y/N) winked before disappearing. Sebastian tilted his head, but barely a moment later, someone approached on his other side. Sebastian smirked as he looked at them.

            “Hello, Mr. Michaelis,” said (Y/N), now dressed in a long black dress with all the markings of a titled family. “Might I inquire if you wish to dance?”

            Sebastian’s sharp grin became a true smile. “Ordinarily, the man asks, but I admire your forwardness. I admit I am enticed.” He offered a hand.

            “I’ve been told my fierceness is attractive,” said (Y/N) playfully while they took his hand.

            “I am inclined to agree, if I may be so forward,” said Sebastian, leading them to the dance floor.

            (Y/N) chuckled as his other hand went to his waist and their placed theirs on his shoulder. The music was still lively, and they moved gracefully across the dance floor among the other couples.

            Several women—and now men due to (Y/N) wearing a dress once more and them not noticing they had been Mr. Noir—stared in jealousy at the pair, but it merely added to (Y/N) and Sebastian’s amusement. After all, they loved each other, which made their dancing pleasant already, but to also have people wishing they held the demon that (Y/N) or Sebastian loved allowed them to thrive off of the jealousy. They were possessive demons.

            “What a skilled dancer you are,” said Sebastian, spinning (Y/N) before pulling them in again.

            “I had an excellent teacher,” teased (Y/N).

            “I must pay him compliments, then,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes with a chuckle. What a vain demon they loved. Still, they loved every part of him, pride included. And he had no ego he didn’t deserve to have—he was as skilled as he acted. A man who pretended to have skill when he didn’t was terrible and (Y/N)’s least favorite kind of human, but Sebastian was no common man. He respected them, let them be who they wished, and didn’t need anyone to act less strong or skilled to feel secure in his own skill. Truly, it was one of Sebastian’s finest characteristics and one of the first (Y/N) that had attracted (Y/N) to him.

            “You should. He’s quite the man,” said (Y/N), playing along.

            “How lucky I am to steal you away from him for a time,” said Sebastian.

            “Be careful,” said (Y/N). They smirked and spoke under their breath as he pulled them in to the music. “He is quite possessive~”

            “I can compete,” said Sebastian. His eyes flicked to their lips and flashed fuchsia for a moment. Unfortunately, it would be improper to lean in and kiss them due to being “strangers,” but he was already imagining all he could do later—in privacy.

            “Oh? Can you? What a statement,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “You’ll have to prove it, sir.”

            Sebastian smirked. “I shall.”

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            Sebastian lazily languished kisses across (Y/N)’s cheeks and neck as they lay on their bed beneath the moonlight. It streaked them in silver light, illuminating their every curve. Sebastian thought (Y/N) looked like deity, and, though he was a proud demon, he would gladly worship them. He already had, and yet he hadn’t had enough. He wished to adore (Y/N) every day.

            “Midnight is upon us,” said (Y/N), smiling as Sebastian looked up through his lashes at them.

            “The witching hour approaches,” said Sebastian, knowing they were referring to the tea party beginning but instead teasing them.

            “It is also the devil’s hour,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “Then if the pair of us together, it could be our hour,” said Sebastian, lifting his head to kiss them.

            “We have had quite a few hours tonight,” said (Y/N), chuckling and kissing him.

            Sebastian smirked. “Well, it takes quite some time to properly show you love.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). “Because I ensure I use it to show my love as well.”

            “And you do so perfectly,” said Sebastian. He kissed them. “But I suppose we will have more hours in the future.”

            “Yes,” said (Y/N). “Shall we prepare until then?”

            “We shall,” said Sebastian, his hand tracing their contract seal before rising to dress.

            As much as he teased that they could spend longer together, they both knew they had to be prepared for danger. After the traces of nonhumanness with the Headmaster, Ciel could be in danger at any moment, so (Y/N) and Sebastian had to remain watchful.

            And so, they dressed one another, waiting for Ciel’s call.

            Barely ten minutes passed until Sebastian straightened. His contract seal glowed as he pulled his glove on, and his eyes turned fuchsia.

            “I have been summoned,” said Sebastian, throwing the window open.

            “And so the mystery shall unravel,” said (Y/N), smirking and taking his hand as he guided them onto the windowsill.

            Under the moonlight, the two demons stole into the night. It was time for the truth to be discovered—whether through words or blood, it would be revealed.

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Malleus - Pen Pals

Prompt: Letter or Package

Malleus stopped everything when a housekeeper silently presented a letter to him. He plucked the envelope from the gaudy tray and retreated into his room. Flipping the envelope over in his hand, an unfiltered smile stretched across his lips. The handwritten Hornton (Also Known As Lord Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley and Majestic Fire Breathing Lizard) would have identified the sender even if she had not signed her name above the return address. 

After making himself comfortable at his desk, Malleus deftly sliced open the envelope with his silver letter opener. He pulled a thick parchment of paper out along with a small stack of photos. Putting aside the photos, he eagerly unfolded the paper and skimmed the child of man’s scratchy handwriting. 

Dear Hornton,  Firstly, I have been informed by Sebek that I have grievously offended your sensibilities by mailing my letters at the attention of “Hornton” instead of “Lord Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley and Majestic Fire Breathing Lizard of Twisted Wonderland.” For that I apologize and hope your sensibilities have been healed accordingly with the correction you have likely seen.  (Sebek is currently having a frothing seizure from reading over my shoulder. The next letter you receive from him will probably be an entire rant on my atrocious behavior. I’ve included a photo for your entertainment.)  Other than that, we have all been enjoying the last few weeks of our classes. Grim and Ace managed to cover an entire lab room with slime last week after they fought over our cauldron. Something fell in, and Ace still refuses to tell me what it was despite me threatening him with a bucket of fresh oysters. Professor Crewel decided Deuce and I were innocent, so we got to make fun of Ace and Grim cleaning the slime. Speaking of Deuce, he and Jack had a track meet last week against RSA. They totally decimated all the RSA guys’ times! Jack took first with a record-breaking time in the 100m dash, and Deuce was right behind him. The spelldrive game we had last week against them didn’t go so well, but Epel has been walking on clouds ever since he scored a goal from centerfield. It would have won the game if an unfair penalty hadn’t extended the game and let RSA score again. Other than critiquing my letter writing skills, Sebek has been helping me with a few new martial arts moves. He insists I need to master them as quickly as possible because of my weak, magicless existence. My goal is to have him flat on his back by the end of the month. I will send photo evidence of his shock when I succeed. How have you been? Sebek sings nothing but praises (of course), but Silver said in his last letter that he’s found you wandering the castle late at night. Have you been getting enough sleep? You know, spring break is right around the corner. I'll gladly orchestrate an elaborate kidnapping if you need one (and I’ll bring Lilia out of retirement to let me stand on his shoulders while I climb through your window). Kalim could set us up in Silk City for a few days, or we can find a beach to lay out on and pretend politics don’t exist. We can even pop into the Sunset Savana and heckle Leona a bit. I’ll give you the chance to choose while I start drawing out my dramatic siege on your castle.  Write back to me soon!  Yuu 

Malleus chuckled at the small smiley face Yuu had drawn beside her name. Setting the letter on his desk, he carefully spread out the photos she had included. He matched the photo of Deuce and Jack in their Track Club uniforms, both of them grinning widely as they held up gold and silver medallions. The photo of Grim and Ace covered in green slime and glaring into the camera made him chuckle. So did the photo of a crouched Sebek clutching his head, mainly because Yuu had scribbled He’s going into Draconia shock in the corner of the photo. The action shot of Epel sending a spelldrive disc across the field —his expression of fierce determination highlighted by the fiery sparks from the disc—impressed Malleus and reminded him of the three years he had played spelldrive on the campus. 

His smile softened when he picked up the last photo. Even when he still attended Night Raven College, the prefect had been averse to having her photo taken. She had preferred snapping photos of everyone else with her Ghost Camera, though Malleus had seen her occasionally give into taking a picture with Diamond using his phone. 

Ever since they began their letter exchanges—the year after his internships concluded and he returned to Briar Valley—she had included at least one photo of herself. At first, they had been candid shots taken by another: her caught mid-yawn, her tiredly staring at Vargas, her hovering over a cauldron. After a few months, the photos had become more deliberate. The photos were taken from an angle that clearly indicated she took them herself, usually to show him the myriad of activities she participated in. She had even taken a picture of herself in the mirror to show him her Halloween costume that year. 

This photo was a simple self-portrait of her pointing at a cluster of tiny sprouts peeking out of the ground. There was no note written on the photo, so he concluded the sprouts were from the seeds he had mailed to her a month earlier. She had insisted he send them despite him adamantly arguing it was a plant only capable of growing in Briar Valley. She was clearly set on proving him wrong as indicated by her wide eyes and raised brows. 

Chuckling at her cheekiness, Malleus reached for a quill and blank sheet of parchment. After dipping the tip into a jar of ink, Malleus began writing with a light flourish in each stroke. 

Child of Man,  You need not worry how you address your letters. I have informed the staff any letters from Night Raven College are to be delivered to me immediately. I shall reiterate this to Sebek when  his next missive arrives.  (While I enjoy seeing yours and Sebek’s friendship grow, I must caution you not to push him too far. He will one day be at my side as a trusted retainer, and I require his wits be intact.)  I see that your final year on the campus is shaping to be a very lively one. Though I must insist you share with me your current accomplishments as well. Have you attained the proper paperwork to begin your internship with Professor Crewel next year? Are you still enjoying the presence of other students in Ramshackle Dorm? Has Crowley requested your assistance since solving the mystery of Octavinelle’s missing fishes?  As for your inquiry, I will simply say learning all I can from my grandmother is quite a feat. She wishes to retire soon, and I understand her desire to wipe her hands of the council. I strive to attain the knowledge and practical skills to take her place.  But on the off chance a dastardly human managed to climb through my window and force my departure from the castle for a time...I feel as if I would almost be required to oblige.  Awaiting your dramatic kidnapping,  M. D.