#this was fun to write!

[voidandabyssal]

I almost forgot you actually take requests lol

How would Hound and Pyre, as well as Mutt and Black, react to meeting someone who likes to touch people? Like patting your arm/shoulder when making a joke or giving hugs to show their appreciation. And would their reaction change if the skellies were in a relationship with this person?

Hound (HF Sans):

He’s sensitive around strangers

And by sensitive I mean hyper aware and aggressive

If a complete stranger were to come up and touch him he’d defiantly glare down at him.

Which is pretty terrifying considering he’s like 6’5 and has a sharp metal jaw. If it’s a good day, he might just shove you off and growl, if it’s a bad day for him then he’s likely to lash out

Which again you don’t really want considering he usually wields a giant friggin axe, even on the surface

Buuuuttttt if you’re his s/o or a highly trusted friend, he’s not gonna be so mean

Na, he might jump or growl a little, especially if you caught him off guard, but that’s just instinct. Hound doesn’t really mean it.

if he really likes you, you’ll get a tight hug back; and he’s not putting you down

Hounds an affectionate guy once you get to know him.

Speaking’s hard for hound so it can often be the only way to express himself

Pyre (HF papyrus)

Unlike hound, pyre has much more self control, in that he won’t flip you into a headlock the minute you touch him

But he’s definitely going to be disgruntled

If you’re a stranger prepare for your arm to be twisted very painfully as he loudly seethes about how disgusting humans are and how impolite they can be

Internally, pyres a little freaked out. The only person that he’s allowed to touch him in a long time is Hound

But if you’re in a relationship with him??

Okay he’ll still be a little disgruntled but he won’t shove you off,

Maybe still scold you, especially if you’re in public

Black (SF red sans):

Isn’t a fan of touch,

In the underground such casual touches either meant you were quite close or the more touchy person held more power and respect than the other

So he’s gonna see it as a slight

He’ll grab at your hand before it can even connect with his shoulder. Squeezing tightly enough to make you wince in pain

If your his partner then he’s a lot nicer lol

Black doesn’t like to say it out loud, but he does love physical touch.

He leans into your touch, just ever so slightly

If you tease him, poor black will be blushing so hard

Mutt (SF red papyrus):

He’s gonna be the one doing casual touches,

Even if your a stranger, and this is happening in the underground. Hell yeah he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder or lean up against you

There’s not really a lot you can say or do to stop him. Considering he’s got Black for a brother and he’s pretty strong himself

He’d probably find it amusing if a complete stranger was so causal with him. It’s his job to make people uncomfortable!!!

If you’re in a relationship with him, he is eating that touch up!!

Seriously loves it, if you’re not careful he’ll end up pulling you into his lap for some nap cuddles

And then you’re stuck there until either he wakes up or black finally drags you off him

[doug-rattmann-appreciation-club]

Exes

putting chell into situations again

[mmmichyyy]

michelle <3 “You’re seriously like a man-child.” please, if the spirit moves you.

#8: "you're seriously like a man-child."

"how many more do i need to sign?"

a heavy cardboard box is dropped on the table, right beside the stacks of books he spent the past hour signing.

"a hundred more and you can take a break."

"a hundred?!" mickey exclaims. "how many people are even coming today? and why the fuck do people need my signature anyway?

"the coordinator said over two hundred people signed up for the event," sandy says, not looking up from her phone. "surprise - people actually like your book and they want to meet you."

"you know i hate small talk," mickey grumbles, massaging his cramping wrist. "if i knew this was part of the book tour, i would've never agreed to it."

sandy rolls her eyes. "god, you're seriously like a man-child. does cranky baby need a nap? a juice-box? a smoke?"

mickey throws a sharpie at sandy, which she dodges with a laugh. "get me a snickers bar and i'll contemplate not firing you."

"good luck finding someone who will put up with your ass," sandy snorts.

"ahem."

mickey looks up to ian, the tall redhead bookstore owner standing by the door, looking sheepish and scratching his head.

"just checking in. everything okay in here? do you need anything before the event mr. milkovich?"

"actually," sandy starts, "he'd love a pacifier for his afternoon nap–"

"fuck off," mickey cuts his cousin off, ignoring her snickering in the background. "you got any smokes, red?"

ian pats around his jeans pocket and pulls out a crumpled pack of marlboros. "i was just about to go for a smoke break, actually."

mickey pushes up from his chair and grabs the pack from ian's hand. "let's fucking go, then."

sandy watches in amusement as mickey struts out of the room with a smirk on his face, and she catches the way ian not-so-subtly checks out her cousin's backside before hurrying after him.

guess mickey found someone to put up with his ass. literally.

[stellari-s]

☀️

request; yes, by anonymous. requests open!

wc; 1 015.

tags; morningstar! ithaqua, gn! survivor! reader, yandere vibes! ithaqua, canon-typical violence, obsessive and unhealthy behavior, toxic dynamic, it's morningstar y'all he may be pretty but he ain't a good person, reader also isn't the most stable, i wrote this in the span of 2 ✈️ flights.

summary; only he can destroy the sun in your heart. nobody else but him. and he wouldn't have it any other way.

this is an unspoken contract, written in spilt blood.

a contract between you and him, both entrapped within the large, spiky gates that dares and threatens the world to find out just what is happening beyond.

it is a secret, known to none but you two.

oletus manor has over time forged you into someone you can no longer recognize. looking in the mirror is impossible without witnessing the empty shell standing before you, staring back at your dull eyes. even now you somehow have a distinct, sharp awareness that you had stepped through these gates with a wish in mind, but you have long forgotten what it was.

constant “games” twist your mind’s perceptions and play with your innermost fears and desires, and you have probably been spiked with some drug before, since sometimes your memories either feel overwhelmingly vivid enough to leave tingles on your skin for days or you have no recollection whatsoever. at times, your stomach feels like maggots are chewing inside - perhaps it’s an aftereffect.

over and over and over.

whenever someone gets injured, you don’t have the energy to care. at some point, the cuts and wounds that you originally noticed are no longer tended for.

your body, fully used to the pain, has grown completely numb.

you know that, and while fear slowly seeps into your heart upon that realization, you can’t bring yourself to care at this point.

everything is the same… until you find yourself before a face you don’t recognize. his silver braided hair contrasts with his black attire and an orangish red cape, and his axe is large, but he doesn’t seem to have trouble wielding it.

what stands out to you the most though is his mask. it only covers the upper half of his face, so you can see a wide smile that almost goes ear to ear, but his eyes are completely hidden by that black crown-like mask with a single faced sun in the center where his forehead is. chains surround it; it would surely give any normal person shivers down their spine.

everything about this person screams danger.

but you had twisted your ankle trying to turn on your heel and slam the pallet on him, so now you are rendered unable to move, sitting on the ground while holding your ankle and staring blankly up at that ominous mask.

“you,” he starts, his voice laced with a sweet poison that makes your palms sweat and your heart beat right out of your chest, “just tried to stun me, didn’t you?” he breaks the pallet like crushing a bug with those sharp stilts. “yet you couldn’t do it. how pathetic.”

even while calling you pathetic, he can’t conceal a sadistic giggle from escaping his lips.

“anyone would do the same,” you reply flatly, narrowing your eyes.

“really now? then care to tell me why everyone else trembles like a leaf in front of me? but whatever.” he lifts his axe, and you widen your eyes, half in fear and half in awe at his graceful motion and the way his axe gleams beneath the moonlight. “we can change that.”

you can’t avoid the blow. the blade of the axe digs into your skin near your shoulder. you feel the warmth of your own blood spilling from the wound, and that familiar dullness spreads around that area.

it’s a numbing type of pain. it’s not enough.

just then, an idea pops into your mind. it’s a crazy idea - certainly not one a normal person would even dream to ideate. but for days, perhaps months or years, any sense of normalcy has been robbed from you.

you grab the handle of the blade and push it in deeper. gradually, with more blood staining your clothes, the dull ache grows more sharp.

it is a more genuine, raw pain - a sensation you haven’t felt in such a long time. as strange as it sounds, it makes you feel alive for the first time in who knows how long.

you’re honestly relieved to know you still have some semblance of humanity left in you, but on the other hand, the axe-wielding hunter seems puzzled. that maniacal smile is replaced with a slight frown, from which you can sense confused curiosity.

“deeper,” you say, “aren’t you going to make me tremble before you ‘like a leaf’? if so, then push it in deeper.”

at first, the hunter seems to be contemplating something, completely still as if he is a statue. then his lips stretch into a grin. he complies with your request, digging his axe in until you wince and tears start to sting your eyes before he withdraws it.

through your tear-blurred vision, you can make out the hunter’s sick glee.

if it’s him… if he has that smile on his face, then i don’t mind.

your head starts to spin as you try to stand while putting most of your weight on the ankle that’s not twisted. the hunter takes hold of one of your shoulders with one hand and cups your cheek with the other, his claws digging into your skin in both places. he applies pressure to the wound though to help a little with the bleeding.

now that you can see him a lot closer, he looks very much like a normal boy. not really non-human in any way. you imagine under that mask of his is just a normal face you would be able to see down the street.

it is clear from your interactions, though, that he’s got one too many screws loose.

“let me break you,” he says, “let me destroy the sun in your heart, and then i’ll give you a new world.” his voice is gentle but deceptive, holding the poisonous allure of a demon.

you know that, but you are still drawn in hopelessly. “it can only be you,” you reply in between uneven breaths, “nobody else - only you.”

the hunter’s grin widens, and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“i have a feeling we’ll get along very well.”

[trensu]

wonder boy <3

AU TIME! Steve attains super strength. How? DOESN'T MATTER. So he gets super strength and Dustin takes it upon himself to train him up because he thinks Steve should use his shiny new power for Good. There's an evil entity coming to Hawkins by the name of Vecna and they need a defender.

Steve used to be a bully and he really wishes someone better had gotten this power because he doesn't think he deserves it. He supposes, though, that defending the town from Evil is a way to redeem himself. He reluctantly agrees to Dustin's proposal to train him even as he protests he's not superhero material. Despite his hesitation, Steve is actually pretty good at beating up the monsters this Vecna baddie sent ahead. With his super strength and years of athleticism, taking down the demogorgon, the demodogs, and the Mindflayer was a piece of cake.

--

Vecna's getting irritated, to say the least. He needs to find a way to get rid of this Steve character if he hopes to take over Hawkins. Obviously the blunt force approach isn't working. Vecna decides to switch tactics. He needs to be more subtle. Steve, apparently, is known for chasing after a pretty face. Vecna sends in his favorite servant, Eddie, who is a quick thinker and quite charming when he wants to be.

Eddie hates Vecna. Hates all the terror and pain he sows; hates his senseless cruelty. But he hasn't a choice, so off to Hawkins he goes to find this hero guy. He figures the best way to track him down is to lure him. He's always wanted to play damsel-in-distress and Vecna's recently created humanoid monster Billy is chomping at the bit to see some action.

Of course Billy is too new and too stupid to know what "acting" was, so he does not hold back when he grabs Eddie by the hair and snarls in his face. Eddie yelps and cusses a storm.

"Get your fucking hands off me, you stupid asshole."

Billy, stupid empty-headed Billy, stares at Eddie. His other hand curls around the side of Eddie's neck and yanks him close.

"Pretty," Billy growls. Eddie feels the bottom drop out of his stomach and begins to struggle in earnest. He had not planned for this turn of events. The hand Billy has in Eddie's hair tightens as his other trails down his neck to paw clumsily at whatever other part of Eddie he can reach.

"Hey! Dickhead!"

Billy turns around to see who shouted at him and gets hit with a well aimed stone right in the forehead. He drops Eddie as he staggers back with a grunt. Eddie lands roughly but scrambles away quickly enough as whoever threw the rock charges past him to tackle a dazed Billy to the ground.

Eddie gingerly picks himself off the ground, grimacing at the scrapes on his palms. The sound of fighting continues behind him so Eddie takes the time to tie back his hair. Assuming the guy fighting Billy is the hero Vecna sent him after, he wants to look presentable. For a given value of presentable, anyway. He aggravates his scrapes on accident when he scrubs his palms against his jeans out of nervous habit. He hisses.

"Are you okay?"

Eddie whirls around to see what must be the most beautiful man in the entire world. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern but it does nothing to diminish the warmth in his brown eyes. Damn Vecna and his schemes. He could've warned Eddie how gorgeous his target was.

"Fine. All fine," Eddie blurts out like an idiot.

"You're bleeding," Handsome Hero Guy says, reaching out to grab Eddie's hands. Eddie lets him hold his hands for just a moment before yanking them away and taking a skip back.

"Woah-ho, watch it there, wonder boy! Hands off the goods," Eddie smiles teasingly. "What, you see one guy get handsy and think I let all the boys have at me?"

Handsome Hero Guy's eyes widen, mouth (such a pretty mouth, too, fuck) dropping open in shock.

"N-no!" (Aww, he's blushing. Eddie's heart skips a beat.) "I wouldn't--It didn't look like you wanted that guy on you. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"My hero," Eddie flutters his lashes. The guy's answering smile is bashful. Eddie wants to eat him up.

"Wouldn't go that far," Handsome Hero Guy mumbles.

"I'll be the judge of that, wonder boy. Muscles like that? Showing up out of nowhere to protect my admittedly ragged virtue? That's definitely hero work."

"It really isn't that big a deal," he insists. "Anyone would've done the same."

"You'd be surprised," Eddie feels his smile turn slightly bitter at the edges before cranking up the charm again. "So do I get to know my hero's name or do I have to guess? Wonder boy seems to fit."

"Oh, uh, no. I'm Steve."

"Mmm, hi Stevie. I'm Kas."

--

Steve's in love. Kas is perfect. He's loud and wild and passionate. He can talk for hours about anything that interests him and yet still listen so intently whenever Steve speaks. His smile is always full of mischief and his big brown doe eyes make Steve weak in the knees when they focus on him alone.

"I think maybe you're rushing in to this, Steve," Robin tells him, a couple weeks after his fateful meeting with Kas. "I mean, what do you really know about the guy?"

"I know enough," Steve protests. "He loves metal music and, like, nerdy role playing games with dice. He can play guitar and he loves strawberry ice cream. And he has the best laugh." Steve can't quite smother a smitten sigh.

"Yeah, but where's he from? He's not local. Who are his friends? Nobody seems to know him!" Robin starts to pace the way she does whenever she's worrying over something. It makes Steve pause.

"Being new in town isn't a bad thing, Rob."

"No, but it's pretty sketchy timing, don't you think? We get all these monsters, half the town moves away because of it, and suddenly there's a new face in town? Someone who looks like he was tailor made for you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Now Steve's getting defensive. Robin's always been better at looking at the big picture but usually she trusts Steve's judgement when it comes to people.

"C'mon, Steve! The eyes? The hair? And he's, like, witty or smart or whatever. He couldn't be more your type if he tried!" Robin throws her hands up in frustration and Steve's had enough.

"I thought you'd be happy for me," Steve says flatly. "I finally found someone. After the whole thing with Nancy, I didn't think I ever would."

"I am! I am happy for you, Steve," Robin sighs. "I just don't want you to get hurt again."

"Kas wouldn't hurt me. He's a good guy, Robin. Trust me. He's the best."

Steve is grateful, later, that Robin loves him enough to not tell him 'I told you so.'

--

Eddie had been worried at first. Steve is amazing. 'Wonder boy' really does fit him because Steve is wonderful, and not just because of his super strong muscles and distractingly hairy chest. Steve loves his friends without reservation; he wears his feelings like a coat of many colors, out in the open and inviting everyone to admire them.

Eddie hasn't had friends a very long time. He had to leave them behind after he went to Vecna. He didn't want to risk them getting hurt because of him. And afterwards, it was easier to keep people at a distance. So he was worried about getting so close to Steve, wonderful Stevie.

But Steve was invulnerable! He was strong enough to take down monsters, sure, but he couldn't be wounded at all! Eddie is going to be able to report to Vecna, fully confident, because Vecna would never be able to hurt Steve anyway.

Eddie tosses up the misshapen d20 Steve had carved just for him and catches it. He continues to do this as he smirks at Vecna, just to rub it in Vecna's ugly slimy face. "So, you see? You're not gonna win this time, V-man. Steve has no weaknesses for you to exploit."

Vecna snags the d20 out of midair. It cracks and splinters in his grip, to Eddie's dismay.

"I think you'll find, Eddie," Vecna leans into his space, and in a mockingly sweet gesture trails his gross slick fingers along Eddie's cheek bone and tucks a loose curl behind Eddie's ear, "that he does. He very much does. And I'm going to use it to bring him to his knees."

With that, he yanks Eddie by the hair and binds him.

--

Steve's eyes linger on Kas--no, Eddie, who was a spy, who worked with Vecna all this time--where he lay prone and struggling against Vecna's disgusting vines holding him down. Eddie is trying to say something, but it's too muffled by the vines for Steve to understand. He can tell Eddie is scared, though. Scared and desperate.

Steve never considered himself a smart guy. He knew was always too willing to give his heart away. This guaranteed two things. One, he was not gonna be able to out-think a way out of Vecna's plan. Two, there was no way he'd let the man he loved suffer. Regardless of what Eddie did or did not do, he didn't deserve whatever Vecna would do to him.

Steve takes a deep breath and turns to Vecna.

"If I do this, you promise to let him go?"

"Of course."

"Like, for real. He'll be free from you?"

"As I said."

"And he'll be safe? You promise he won't get hurt while I'm not able to protect him?"

"Eddie betrayed you, Steve. He used you and gave me everything I asked for. Why do you care if he gets hurt, after all that?"

Steve scowls. "You don't get it. Guys like you never do. And why do you care what I use my side of the bargain for? You're getting what you want."

"I am," Vecna says smugly.

"So we got a deal or what? I give up my powers and leave you alone for 24 hours; you free Eddie and promise he won't get hurt?"

"We have an accord." Vecna reaches out to shake his hand.

Steve screams in agony the minute their hands touch. It feels like every nerve ending in his body was set on fire. He falls to his knees, weakly tugging his hand but he isn't able to take it back until Vecna himself decides to let go.

Vecna disappears and Steve hears Eddie cry out his name before he passes out.

--

Steve is taking great satisfaction from beating Vecna's face in. Or he was until Vecna starts laughing.

"What's so funny, asshole?" Steve snarls. "You lost."

"Yes," Vecna coughs. "Aren't you curious as to why?"

"Because I fucking beat the shit out of you," Steve snaps as Vecna continues to laugh at him.

"It hasn't been 24 hours, Steve," Vecna grins, bloody. At Steve's perplexed expression, he adds, "I thought Eddie would've picked someone smarter."

Steve's blood turns to ice.

"Where's Eddie? What did you do to him?" Steve shakes Vecna.

"I didn't do anything to him. He was protecting your dear Robin. He's in my domain now. No human survives the Upside Down for long."

Steve hits him twice more for good measure, knocking the bastard out. Then, the moment Hop's got him locked down, Steve books it to the nearest portal before anyone could stop him.

--

Eddie wakes slowly in an unfamiliar bed with no idea how he got there. There's a hand gently running through his hair. Eddie blinks blearily at its owner.

"...Steve?" he rasps.

"Kas!" Steve responds. Eddie flinches as the lies he told come back to him. Steve must have seen it, because in a softer tone he says, "Eddie."

And god damn Steve made his name sound beautiful. He thought he'd never hear him say it, not when he was Kas, the spy, the fucking betrayer. He hurt Steve, and everyone Steve loved. Dustin, Nancy, Robin...wait.

Eddie immediately starts to struggle into a sitting position, but Steve keeps a firm hand pressed down on his chest. "Eddie, wait, what are you--"

"Robin," Eddie gasps out, desperate. He'd broken Steve's heart once already, and betrayed his trust. He couldn't bear it if Steve lost Robin, too, and Robin deserved so much better than whatever Vecna's monsters would do to her. "Robin...needs..."

"Shh, it's okay, Eddie. Robin is fine. You saved her, she's okay."

That didn't make sense. If he managed to save Robin then Eddie wouldn't be here at all. He'd be drained to a husk in the Upside Down. So what...? His confusion must have shown on his face because Steve's face went soft.

"I wouldn't leave you down there, Eddie," Steve says gently. Eddie felt a lump in his throat because he should have. Steve had every right to have left him there to rot.

"But I...why would you do that? After I...?" There's a burning in his eyes, and Eddie desperately blinks back tears.

"I know now, why you did it. I don't blame you. I mean, god, your uncle's all you got. You told me yourself."

"You know?" Eddie interrupts. "About the bargain with Vecna?"

"To save your uncle's life? Yeah. El pulled it out of Vecna after sealing his powers away. He tried to use it as a reason to keep his powers, but it turns out taking his powers away doesn't negate what he did to save your uncle."

"Oh," Eddie says in wonder. "If Vecna's defeated, then...I'm free?"

Steve smiles his lovely sunshine smile that makes Eddie melt every time. "Yeah, you're free. You don't have to do anything he says ever again."

Steve stops and fidgets awkwardly for a moment.

"What?" Eddie prods. Steve grimaces.

"I'm just sorry. Sorry that he made you...seduce me, or whatever. I'd never have--I touched you all the time! And kissed you! And you had to just...take it. Fuck, I'm still doing it now," Steve pulls his hands away and goes so far as to scoot farther away from the bed where Eddie lays. "Sorry. Sorry, I know you don't--I know it was fake."

Steve's voice gets wobbly at the end, and his eyes were kept firmly down in embarrassment. He sniffs and forces an awkward chuckle.

"I must've been such an easy mark for you, huh? Fell for you so fast. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with...with everything."

Eddie rubs his palms on his thighs nervously. Steve doesn't reach out. He doesn't look at Eddie. Eddie's heart is full of messy feelings. He doesn't know what to do or what to say, but he knows he wants to wipe that heartbreak from Steve's face. And he wants to love Steve the way Steve deserves to be loved.

With a wince, Eddie pushes himself up to a sitting position despite Steve's protest and hovering hands. Then he leans forward to grab Steve's hand in a firm handhold.

"Hi," he says, looking into Steve's widened eyes. "My name's Eddie."

There's a beat where Steve stares at him in confusion. Then realization seems to hit, and a cautious smile hooks the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Eddie," Steve says shyly. "I'm Steve."

"I'm kind of caught up in something at the moment, Steve," Eddie says, gesturing at the healing room with his free hand. "But I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime. Hopefully soon?"

Steve lets out a disbelieving chuckle. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, Eddie, I'd like that a lot."

Steve and Eddie get the chance to fall in love all over again, without any monsters or evil masterminds to get in the way. Turns out they fall even harder when the stress of imminent doom isn't around.

[fraudulent-cheese]

how would you see courtzzy getting together? in canon or in any type of au

Ooooh that's a really good question!!! I have had thoughts about it before but they haven't been very... precise, i guess?

The one that's the easiest to go to is the Basic Straining/TDI rewrite where Courtney gets with Izzy in Island instead of Duncan. Change the circonstances a little and it would work pretty well i'd say!

Another idea is, well, an AU concept i and others have thrown out before, which is the Fake Dating AU! Courtney needs a fake date for one reason or another, and goes to Izzy because hey! She'd probably accept without much argument! And then it slowly turns into real dating because they caught feelings :3

In general one dragging the other into their stuff is the main way i see them bonding so that's a common theme

The one way i've thought of them becoming a thing post canon is really specific and requires either specific friendships to happen OR some kind of external factor to push them together; Courtney suing the producers and Chris Mclean for litterally everything that happened on the show and her meeting back up with Izzy and actually forming a bond despite how different they are. Izzy noticing how much Courtney's pushing herself for this and finding a way for them both to goof off/blow off steam.

Either way, i think Courtney would be the one to do the confessing and go to the effort of making them official because honestly Izzy would probably just roll with whatever label the other wants to put on it as long as it's going well (Izzy cannot escape my greyaro beam no matter how hard she'd try) :p

[mimikiplovesgaming]

Okay so Star ripped out my heart (affectionately) with her Prisma origins comic, so I think a little special someone is gonna have to come in and lighten up the queen's mood. @startistdoodles , this one's for you ❤️

Paper Wings 🦋

The Star Warriors were a proud group of fighters, everyone knew that. More and more of them had come out of hiding after Kirby's famous defeat of NME, taking on newer threats to the universe- Dark Matter and their Master, Zero. The warriors sent their best to conquer the plague of Dark Matter, only to lose them to the darkness.

Only one survived the encounter with a cost.

Lady Prisma, an ex-star warrior, now queen of her own kingdom, was the one to survive. The cost had been her pride and joy: her glittering gossamer wings. It forced her to retire, and acted like a scar of shame and weakness in her eyes.

She stared at the two marks where her beautiful wings once were in the mirror of her chambers, her eyes staring off in longing. 'Maybe it would've been better to die with my wings...than to survive without them.' She thought in the back of her mind, picturing the shattered reflection of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by her door opening by a little pink Waddle Dee entering with a flower in their nubby hand.

"Wanya! Wa-...wanya? (Queen! I found this for you-...are you okay?)" It was Widdle Dee, their faithful and tiny right hand. They stopped upon seeing the expression Prisma wore, looking concerned at their mother figure.

"Oh-! Widdle! Sorry, I'm quite alright." Prisma quickly brushed away her thoughts and feelings, putting on her fur-lined cloak in a bit of a rush to hide her scars. "Oh, did you find that in the fields? It's so pretty, Widdle!" She walked up to her pint sized compatriot and placed a hand on their head, ruffling the green and yellow cap they wore (a woven copy of Kirby's sword hat, lovingly crafted).

Widdle nodded and held the flower up to Prisma, who then tucked it into the lapel on her cape. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll cherish it always." She smiled. "Now I'm off to tend to some things in the gardens, alright dear? I won't be long, and then we'll have lunch together."

Widdle nodded with a beaming expression and a salute as Prisma left her chambers towards her royal gardens. After making sure the coast was clear, Widdle took off with lightning speed towards the library. They noticed that earlier expression she wore- she had that expression every time she looked in the mirror at her back. Widdle hated seeing their royal friend in such despair...but they had an idea. And they needed paper- lots and lots of paper.

Widdle stayed in the library while the Queen tended to her royal duties. Other servants watched in confusion as Widdle tore pages out of books and painted over them with glue, getting some on their cheek in the process. When lunch time rolled around, Prisma had to go searching for her tiny friend. "Widdle? Widdle? Honey, lunch is ready! Where are you?"

"Wanya! Wanya! (In here! Close your eyes!)" Widdle could be heard coming from the library door. Close her eyes? What could Widdle be doing? "Alright, my eyes are closed. I'm coming in." She announced and stepped into the library with her hands over her eyes as promised. "Aah...wanya! (Aaand...open them!)"

When Prisma opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the mess of books and paper on the ground. Glue marks stained the rug and dripped off of the tables. It was like a tornado blew through her castle! Standing in the middle of the mess was Widdle, covered in paper shavings and glue. They held something in their hands, something that looked like...paper wings.

"Wanya...wa wan wanya wa. Wa...wanya wanya! (You always look so sad when you look at your wings...so I made you some!)" Widdle exclaimed and held up the pair to the queen. The wings were made from different pieces of torn out book pages and glued together in the shape of the wings she once bore, and covered in obscene amounts of glitter. There were straps attached with string so they could be worn. "Wanya? (Do you like them?)"

Prisma was silent, staring down at her little Dee. Widdle did this...for her? Tears welled up in her aqua eyes as she kneeled down and scooped Widdle up into a tight and warm hug. "You didn't have to do this for me...oh Widdle. I don't know what to say... they're beautiful..." She sniffled and took off her cloak, slipping the set of wings on her back. They were a little floppy, but it made her feel... lighter inside. She couldn't fly with them of course, yet it was still heartwarming to know Widdle had made them for her.

She took Widdle's hand and smiled. "I'll never take them off unless I have to, my little one. They're perfect. Thank you, truly." Prisma pressed a kiss to their head. "Let's go eat our lunch, yes? Then..." She looked back at the mess of the library. "We'll clean this up afterwards."

"Wanya! (Yes milady!)" Widdle giggled and skipped along beside the queen as they headed off to eat, the paper wings fluttering and glittering as they walked.

[bluebunnyears-08]

Writing Prompt: Nine's finally had enough of getting bullied by the other foxes for his two tails. He builds his seven other robotic tails. Then he teaches his bullies a bitter lesson.

Oh, thank you for the ask! And good prompt too! I've always imagined how Nine dealed with his bullies, and I have a few ideas, I just haven't had a reason to write them until now!

I hope you like it! If y'all have anything you want to ask (could be requests for stories, questions about things you want to know, or theories you want to share,) go ahead and do so, I don't bite!

Anyway, onto the story!

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That was it.

He was done being nice. They hurt him, mocked him, and beat him for far too long. He had tried everything. He tried ignoring it and he ended up with bruises, he tried to be nice to them, but all he got were mocking words, he tried avoiding them, and the beatings and taunting were only harsher.

Nobody helped him. Nobody ever did. When they noticed they'd ignore what was happening, or they'd join in. He couldn't trust anyone to help, people only cared about themselves.

Why shouldn't he follow that rule?

He was making something, something that would end all of it. The mocking, the scorning, the jeers, the beatings, it all would end when he was finished. He was almost done, they were almost complete.

The invention that would change everything. No more bullies, no more abuse, no more jeers or disgusted looks, all of it would stop when these were finished.

Looking back, inventing used to be fun, for a short while. He remembers wagging his tails when he had an idea for something new, something revolutionary.

Now it was a necessity, something that he needed, that he didn't find fun, but needed and serious. He missed those simple wags of happiness, now he didn't wag them at all.

There's nothing to be happy about anymore.

He smirked, not with joy or excitement, but satisfaction and smugness, sadistic and revenge-driven thoughts ran through his head.

They were done.

He was ready.

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The cries of several foxes and other animals were music to Miles's sadistic ears.

It wasn't a pretty sight, some had deep bruises, some sprained, and some were bleeding.

But not Miles.

For the first time, he was completely unscathed. No bruises other than the ones already there, and no new scratches. He was fine.

Miles felt himself slightly getting giddy at the power he now holds over them. There they were, sobbing, begging for mercy, looking at him with fear and pain that he relished.

They should fear him. That's what they get for never trying to love him.

Nobody did.

He wasn't interested in taking control of the city, though he could do it easily if he so tried. But the smallest bit of power left him with a twisted sense of joy.

The tears on his previous abuser's faces were diamonds and riches to him. He hit jackpot at that moment.

Now they knew to leave him alone, now he won't ever get hurt again.

They called him things he wasn't surprised about, wasn't anything he never heard before.

'Monster', 'beast', 'freak', and more he's heard before.

Maybe he was a monster for doing this, but he didn't care. If being a monster kept everyone away from him, then so be it.

Hmm..

If he was a monster then he should change his name. Miles made him feel like he had an identity. Like he was human. He wasn't treated like he was, so maybe he never was. So he needs something new.

He looked at his new tails. He didn't have two anymore. He used irony harshly against them, beating them with the very things they outcasted him for. He grinned. He had seven more.

He had nine now.

Nine.

What a perfect name for a monster...

[96percentdone]

Oh, this is going to be a fun one! (I hope.) Not necessarily romantic (but you can if you want!!) 14 or 22 for Larry and Edgeworth! (Ace Attorney)

Asks that remind me I never uploaded my Larry Zine fic to Ao3. Did that by the time you get this prompt fill, but Here's that for those who have not seen it. On with the main event!

14. phone call and 22. reunion hug

Although Miles has spent more time far across the ocean than here—speaking German in quaint little towns with clear skies, winding waterways, and unique historical architecture—Los Angeles with its sea of skyscrapers and palm trees mixed with shrines and Japanese street food stands is still the only city he truly calls home. It’s good to be back—or at least it would be were he not stranded at LAX for the past several hours with no ride in sight. He wants to sleep in his own bed!  For god’s sake, what could be taking him so long?

Bzzzzt. Through the many layers of his suit and coat, his phone vibrating is still more felt than heard in the endless noise of Terminal B. It doesn’t last long. “What happened?”

“Not even a hello? Rude!” whines the voice on the other end, loud enough Miles has to pull the phone away from his ear despite the surrounding cacophony. 

“Butz, I was on a flight for 12 hours in a cramped economy seat, and now I’m sitting on my suitcase in an airport terminal. You try being congenial in these circumstances.”

“Listen man—” Larry starts, and a horn blares from nearby him, “—the traffic out here is TERRIBLE! What do you want from me? It’s like Moozilla vs Gourdy levels of people trying to leave town, and then the car—” Another horn. Again? Larry pulls away from the mic and yells, “Hey, watch it, buddy! I’m right here!”

A horrible thought strikes him, accompanied by the image of a beat up Honda CR-V smashed like an accordion against a highway K-rail: “Please tell me you are not still behind the wheel.” 

“What? No!” Thank god. “I’m crossing the street! These guys are crazy out here! They almost hit me with a car!”

“Well, those are LA drivers for you,” Miles drawls with the faintest hint of a smirk. He really ought to stop underestimating Larry; although his choices are usually dubious, he agreed to pick him up on short notice when no one else would. 

“They’re out for blood! My life is at stake!”

“I’m sure you will survive the perils of crossing the street.” 

“What about the guys riding the curb? Nowhere is safe! I might not have any feet after this! And I don’t think you know how to drive American cars…”

What kind of ridiculous assumption is that? It’s just a car! It can’t be that different! “Just hurry up.”

“I’m doing my best!” Larry yells. “Why didn’t you get a cab? Most people do.” 

“I had not planned to return home this soon, and…” How could he? Who would have expected this? And only a mere two weeks after Miles swore to reform the entire legal system! As soon as the news graced his phone screen, well…let’s just say he panicked, and after an uncountable number of rejected calls and going straight to voicemail before that too was turned off, he booked the soonest flight home without regard to logistics; it only occurred to him mid-flight he does not have means to get home. “I was not quite thinking clearly.”

“He really provokes something else in you, huh?” The who remains unspoken. For his numerous idiosyncrasies and struggles with basic logic, for matters of the heart, Larry is strikingly intuitive. Though Miles did not once say why he was already back home in that call sitting in the back of the plane waiting to get out, the wobbling wave weaved through every word must have given him away. 

There’s a pause—1…2…3—then a sigh. “Yes.” 

“Yeah, I get it,” Larry says, in a quiet voice, or at least as quiet as he can manage in the interminable noise of LAX’s international terminal. “It’s good you came back.”

‘I agree’, Miles thinks. ‘I had to,’ he affirms. ‘Was there any other choice?’ he asks. ‘It is the least I can do to pay him back for all he’s done for me,’ he confesses. ‘I may not be able to do much more than this; the undertaking I’ve begun is so massive, and already I’ve lost one of my greatest allies,’ he worries. ‘I did not envision beating back this darkness alone,’ he despairs. ‘But I must,’ he resolves. ‘Perhaps it’s fitting that my work begins with changing the legal world to bring him back.’

“Mm.” A grunt will have to suffice. He’s sure that Larry understands that without it being spoken as well.

Larry says something indecipherable, muffled by something blocking the microphone, but before Miles can ask him to repeat it, there’s a shout and an abrupt click. “Now who is being rude,” he grumbles, looking up from his phone right as an orange track suit comes rocketing towards him. 

“Edgeyyy!!!” He yells, loud enough to turn the heads of several tourists, although if he notices, it affects him not one whit. 

“You’re causing a scene,” Miles says, giving a pointed glance to the other stragglers loitering in this corner who are now gawking at Larry as he jumps over suitcases and sprints across the tile floor. 

To his surprise, Larry actually listens, skidding to a sudden stop with an “Oops!” about five feet away, and the tourists return their attention elsewhere. “I was gonna give you a welcome back hug, but then I figured you don’t really like that kinda thing.” 

“A good assumption,” Miles says and picks himself off his luggage. Everything is still here—yes. Exactly where it should be. “Alright. We should make haste.” I cannot bear this noise for even one second longer.

But Larry says nothing and remains firmly rooted in place even as Miles starts wheeling his way out; whereas before he wore a smile too big for his face, now his mouth is curved into an uneasy half-frown. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry. I was just thinking about something.”

Normally, Miles would say, ‘a rarity,’ but with that wavering misty gaze, it’s clear now is not the time for snark. “About…?”

“I’ve never been to this part of the terminal before. Y’know. For arrivals.”

That’s it? But Miles bites his tongue. Obviously, that is not merely it, but what it is is beyond him. Miles is nothing like Larry; for him, emotions are an enigma beyond understanding. And I have no evidence to work with! Well, that’s not strictly true. Think! His phrasing suggests Larry’s been here for departures, and yet never the return. That’s not how traveling works—you have to return home—but Miles didn’t take him as the traveling type for several reasons, so that only leaves… “Ah.”

Miles has never given much thought to Larry’s myriad relationships. They never last very long;  he can hardly remember any of his former girlfriends’ names, only that they tend to be models and actresses, and at some point, without fail, they leave to travel abroad. Presumably, they must come back, in the same way Miles does, but…not for him. They never come back to him.

Passengers from the latest arrival pour out from the hallway out of customs and into the lobby in droves, reuniting with their loved ones waving them down with enthusiastic shouts of “Welcome home!” Not far from them, a middle-aged man welcomes a girl home, perhaps his daughter, with outstretched arms, and she tackles him with a laugh.

“Anyway, we can head out,” Larry starts, speeding towards the exit but without the bombast from earlier, “but I gotta warn you it’s really bad out—”

“Larry.” Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. You can manage this.

“What?” Larry says. He hasn’t stopped.  

“Come here.” His arms move like they belong to a rusted machine, disjointed, clunky and slow and slow, and Miles has never felt less in control of his limbs before. How does anyone do this? 

“Why? Aren’t we leaving? I thought you wanted to go home.”

“Butz so help me—” 

“Dude, make up your mind—” But Larry’s words putter out once he finally turns around, and he stands there with his mouth still hanging open. It flaps, open, then less, again and again as he tries yet fails to speak. 

Yes, I know I look ridiculous! This was a terrible idea! What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Yes, they’re friends, but it’s not like he can fix it! He didn’t come home for Larry’s sake either, so isn’t this a meaningless, symbolic gesture of pity? What’s the point? 

“Edgeeeeyyyy!!!,” Larry cries, and once again barrels across the airport terminal, crashing into Miles at full force, almost knocking them to the floor were it not for Miles’ luggage behind them, but despite the strength of the crash, the hug itself is gentle. Enthusiastic, but gentle. “I missed you, man!!”

“I was not even gone a week.” The rust in his arms slowly falls away when Miles hugs him back. 

“Still!” Larry says as he steps back with a sniff. “Only you can make offering a cheer-up hug look like struggling to lift 200 pounds.” 

“Nnngghhh—” Must he say it so bluntly? Curse his intuition! 

But Larry’s impossibly big smile from earlier is back, so maybe this humiliation is okay. “It’s good to be back, right?”

Yes, it is. Los Angeles is a mess of skyscrapers and shrines and endless horrific traffic, a city rife with corruption that stretches deep into the foundation of government, yet just as filled with people who would drop everything to come get him, no matter how ill-tempered and emotionally inarticulate he is. “Yes, it is.” Thank you. 

Larry waves him off. Once again, Miles is understood without speaking.

[vampi-fixx]

A letter is delivered to you from the port of Venice. The envelope is torn in places, waterlogged from the trip. The letter itself is scrawled hastily, as if the person was racing against time to get to you. Still, their handwriting is bold, as if determined to leave an impression.

[text:

Hey!

I really might die this time, you know? And I'll pass onto the next life not having even gotten a kiss from you. So pucker up those lips, baby—Ow, Caesar, ow! Watch it. That damned Italian and his bubble gun, telling me to hurry things up.

I can't believe what a damned mess I've gotten myself in—and all over a stupid little ring! Gah. Remind me never to get married. Well, if I make it out of this. This is the last time I'm agreeing to a proposal from just any stranger!

Look, I can't tell you this in person because I... well, because I'm out of time. I'm hoping this gets to you in time. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I want you...

To—to keep my clacker balls, should anything happen to me. I want you to treat them delicately, as if they were my own balls! Ha! Could you imagine that? Ah, perhaps metaphorically. Not my actual balls. Not certain you would treat those kindly.

Agh, Caesar is telling me I'm wasting time. As if he understands how difficult this is... Look, what I actually want to tell you is...

Crap. I've got to go.

Catch you later, I'd hope.

Yours,

Jo—]

[don't read the tags if you want to guess who it is!]

[angelmichelangelo]

just posted a new chapter for the collection :)

[solomiracle]

From the ask game! You said you had two MCs so can I ask this question to both? I'm curious if they have different opinions about it.

10: What was there initial reaction to Diavolo's plans of uniting the three realms? Has their opinion changed?

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE :333

At first, Ambrosia (He/They, sorta self-insert), thought that Diavolo was insane, just like his plan, and all of it was doomed to fail. But after spending more time in the Devildom and with Diavolo, they came to admire his efforts and now do their part to help him see his plan through. But still, they can't help but fear that it's all for naught. He has some shaky amount of hope that the Devildom and Celestial Realm can be united, but he doesn't have any faith in humanity going along. But he loves Diavolo, and would never dare admit that to him.

As for Marcelo (He/They/She, OC), he's a witch! So he already had some knowledge of angels and demons before the exchange program, and after the initial confusion, he has some high hopes for Diavolo's plan. Emphasis on the "some", though....

They feel that the angels and demons should work themselves out before tackling humanity... or rather just not interfere with humans at all. Not in Solomon's whole "humans don't need a guide and we should be free of otherworldly influence" way, but more like "humans are fucking stupid and learning of the other two worlds would cause chaos" way. He knows it goes against Diavolo's plan, but he feels that only a small amount of humans knowing that the two worlds exist would be for the best.

[thotsforvillainrights]

last ask was about this was great, so I'd love to see kink headcanons for whichever 4 villains you're thinking about the most rn!

(You know I thought about this for a second and I really wanted to write for my top 4 at the moment, but then I thought about it again. I realized they’d been getting a lot of attention lately so I decided to totally switch it up and write for 4 of my favorites that WEREN’T getting attention lately!)

~4 Faves and What are they Into?~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

1.) Setsuno- Definitely into being praised. I know I’ve probably said that a million times before but I’ll say it once again. He probably loves being told how good he is at what he’s doing to you. Being soft on him only makes his heart do leaps and his cock twitch. I think on the flipside that possibly you could try also degrading him one time to see how it sticks. Maybe he would also like to be told how naughty he’s been or how he looks perfect with a mouth full of cum. And don’t get me started on gagging him...y’know? 

2.) Rappa- Is Hosiery a thing with him you think? I mean does it count since anything you do or wear turns him on anyway. But especially when you slip on pantyhose is when he feels his resolve faulter. Rappa is also into being hurt in bed. Believe it or not, the brute doesn’t want to hurt you by any chance and sometimes asks if you’re okay right in the middle of sex (if this contradicts anything I’ve said about him in the past then disregard it). However when he’s on the line himself? Anything goes really. Push him to his limits. C’mon, don’t be scared! He wants to take a look at your handwork in the bathroom mirror the next morning as he prepares for work. He wears those hickies and scars like a medal of honor, waiting to brag about fucking you to anyone that accidently questions him. (poor Tengai lol)

3.) Twice- Nipple play. I think he’s genuinely into nipple play and I will not further speak about it. Just trust me on this. Also (and I know you’re expecting this) but getting his clones involved after he’s gotten over his trauma. It’s a chance to have a three or even four-way (maybe even more) without having to deal with his jealousy at the thought of anyone else touching you. Sometimes he’ll sit to the side and watch his clones fuck you as he touches himself (Does this also count as cuckholding???). So if you’re not into that when he brings it up then be honest with him because he’s planning on doing it fairly soon.

4.) Spinner- It’s rare that he initiates this due to still being shy with you, but he’s kinda into roleplaying. He’s awkward with it so you’ll need to take the lead. Want to really get him going? Dress up as one of his favorite anime or video game characters. The first time you did this it was like a switch shifted and you didn’t leave the bedroom until late in the evening of the next day. 

[raggyanni]

~The world will keep on spinning~

FICTOBER 3:

Ricky woke up first, silent screams coming from his mouth. Cuts and bruises all over him and bandages covering his legs. Tears formed in his eyes, stinging the cuts on his face as they fell down his cheeks.

He wanted to scream in pain. It felt like something was crushing his legs, and he was struggling to breath. He hit his hands against the table next to him, trying to grab someone's attention.

"Ricky? Oh thank god you're awake." A girl about the same age as Ricky walked through the curtains. She had dirty blonde hair and the greenest eyes. He pointed at her, and signed "Who are you?"

She scanned the room. "It's Penny. I'll explain everything, but I need you to calm down." She said, sitting down in the seat beside him.

Penny.

She had a head, that's a start. Ricky stared at her, trying to level his breathing. Penny pressed the button beside the bed, signalling to the nurses that he was awake. The nurse walked in. "Hello Ricky, how do you feel?" She asked.

Ricky thought about it. His legs were in so much pain and he was still struggling to breath. He looked at Penny and signed "Honestly, I feel like shit." Penny giggled and translated to the nurse what he said. She laughed and said "That's expected Mr. Potts. I call your parents."

Ricky looked around the room. It was just him and Penny. "Where's the rest of the choir?" He signed. "They haven't woken up yet, but don't worry, they're alive." She explained.

After about an hour, Lorraine Potts and Oliver Potts ran into the room. Lorraine started to cry. "Oh Ricky! You're awake!" she cried.

Oliver looked at Penny, and dragged her into a hug. "W-what?" She asked. "Thank you so much for staying with him." He whispered. Lorraine joined the hug as well. "Seriously. Thank you." She said.

Penny started crying. "You're welcome." She mumbled. Ricky let out a silent laugh. It hurt like hell, but he thought the scene before him was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen.

Thanks for reading :))

[stellari-s]

Hi again! You have all the time you need (it's also important to rest (≧ ◡ ≦)💕) how ithaqua will react when it sees the reader wearing a maid with cat ears and tail

I will help you if I have any ideas for you to write ithaqua blogs, if it is not annoying to give more request 😅

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hi hi, silvi! thanks for your patience and the request too 🥹🙏 i had fun writing this but i also couldn't help to put in a tiny bit of angst too... and no worries! please give me your ideas. i wanna hear them all 👀

request; yes, for @silvi-otaku and they are open! feel free to send me requests through my inbox or dm 🤲

wc; 951.

tags; gn! maid! reader, default! ithaqua, some romantic vibes, ithaqua being slightly possessive, can be romantic or platonic, some angst, some mild signs of self-harm.

summary; clad in a maid dress with cat ears and tail to boot, you decide to clean ithaqua's room.

knock, knock.

a bout of nervousness causes your heart to beat out of your chest as you wait from the other side, clutching the hem of the black dress you were made to wear because you lost a game of truth or dare.

now as a punishment, you have to wear a maid dress with cat ears and a tail while cleaning one of the hunter’s rooms of your choice.

for a little bit, it’s silent, and you almost breathe a sigh of relief. almost - you celebrated too early, as the door opened, your eyes meeting with a face concealed by a white mask and a hood that somewhat matches your own.

ah, i thought he would be away… “h-hi, ithaqua.”

“(y/n)?” ithaqua tilts his head. “why are you in those clothes?” his evident confusion notwithstanding, he opens the door wider to let you in the relatively simple room.

you aren’t sure if you should answer at first, but you don’t want to just leave him unanswered either, so after some thought you open your mouth to reply. “i lost a game, and this is the punishment.” you avert your eyes, unable to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

ithaqua is completely silent at first, and eventually the self-consciousness causes you to break the silence. “are you thinking of how to make fun of me?”

you reach up, about to take off the cat ears in an attempt to keep some sense of dignity, but then ithaqua stops you, his hands gently gripping your wrists. “if it’s a punishment,” he says, “you should see it to the end, right?”

you can’t help but feel baffled at his words as you mutter under your breath, “are you a sadist or something?”

with a shrug, you can hear ithaqua chuckle, his laugh containing a somewhat singsong quality. he doesn’t goad you further though. “i can give you a reason then?” his voice raises as if he’s asking a question, but it’s clear to you that he still intends to go through with it, regardless of your response.

“like what?”

“if you’re like this”—ithaqua reaches for you, his gloved fingers brushing along the cat ears you’re wearing—“then we can sort of match.”

come to think of it, his hood is kind of shaped like cat ears.

“what about the dress? and the tail?”

ithaqua seems to be in thought for a moment, his thumb and index finger on his chin. but then he taps his own mask gently. “maybe i’ll take this off, just for you.”

“maybe, you say?”

“maybe.”

you let out a sigh, but you have to admit the offer is quite tempting. going through this so-called punishment for a chance to see what may lie behind that mask? you have never seen him unmask before you, so naturally you feel at least somewhat curious about what’s beneath that white mask. is it pale skin like porcelain that only bathes in the moonlight? or is it full of scars from previous battles? does he have eyes that would remind you of glass, or perhaps a peaceful night? would he have a mischievous smile on his face as he laughs?

you don’t know, but it’s a lie to say you don’t want to know.

curiosity kills the cat, as they say.

“alright,” you concede, “i’ll do it. but only take off your mask if you feel comfortable.” even though you can only see his mask, you could practically feel him in a good mood from where you are standing. “i’ll go and grab cleaning-”

“let me go grab those. you stay here,” ithaqua says, heading to the door.

“huh? i can do it on my own though.”

your protest seems to fall on deaf ears though. “shh, it’s okay. i’d rather you not show this to anyone else.”

his words come off so casually that for a few moments the implication behind those words don’t process completely in your head. “wh, wait-!”

before you can finish your retaliation, ithaqua closes the door behind him, leaving you in the room for a while. with your words only falling on deaf ears now, you resign with a sigh and look around the room.

there’s honestly not a lot to clean here, though you notice as you run your fingertips along the tabletop that some dust has accumulated there. there’s a simple bed, along with a small fireplace that looks like it hasn’t been used in a long while, though there is firewood there already. some decorations sit atop the fireplace, but what catches your eye the most is a dark, opaque cloth over a tall structure of some sorts.

narrowing your eyes, you move the cloth aside. beneath the cloth is a large mirror.

the surface is cracked in the center, and some dark stains are in the center, where it’s most shattered. probably blood.

you can see your distorted reflection, wearing the maid dress, cat ears and cat tail.

for a moment, your heart starts to feel heavy upon this sight, and the silence blanketing over doesn’t help either. you don’t have much time to wallow though, as the door opens once again, and in a rush you pull the cloth over once again, trying your best to hide the fact you were just looking around.

ithaqua approaches you before holding out some cleaning supplies.

“good luck, miss cat maid (y/n),” he says, unable to conceal a laugh that sounds like music.

despite his teasing tone, you can’t feel mad. “...remember your promise, and remember it well,” you reply, taking the supplies.

you clean the room thoroughly, everywhere but that large cloth covering a dark shadow of the past.

[blazingphantom]

Wendell and Wild writing prompts part 4 We got your back!

Kat was never an easy nut to crack. Especially when it came to no good kids who thought they were being so cool insulting another. These three kids 2 girls 1 boy. Always waited outside the shop she went into. Rustbank had been repaired and was full of life once more. But with that? Came newer kids. Kids from all over the world, mostly. But these guys? They came from the big city. Kat didn't know exactly why, but frankly, didn't care. Weekly, mostly to scavenge up sweets and drawing pads for her newfound friend Raul. And yet, there were always there. Making rude remarks about her fashion- even going so far to insult her skin color. But Kat never reacted angrily, always biting her tongue, and snarking back at them. Relishing in the fact they looked shocked and taken aback. She wasn't some damsel in distress and could easily handle herself. Too her, they weren't even the best at bullying. Always making the same bitchy insults. Both of them making ugly like noises that Kat thought had to be laughing. Well, it was all good. Till one day Kat was walking down the street, donning a ripped black shirt, and long baggy shorts that stopped at her knees. With a silver chain that dangled down from a belt, and it gleamed in the sun's rays. Wearing her famous monster heel boots, but instead of a scowl. A contented expression replaced it. She was still hurting but the aid of her new friends helped her deal with the loss EarPods nestled in her ears comfortably, blasting a song from Bad Brains from her phone. Hands in the shorts pockets, strolling down the pavement. But there they were. Waiting for her, as always. It was no surprise. Mentally Kat scoffed, showing no fear only annoyance and closed the gap between them. Taking out her earpods, and switching off her music. Meeting them head on. It all went good. Until. They said something awful. "No wonder your parents died." That hurt Kat. More than she imagined. She was usually so stoic faced. But this broke her down, breath hitching, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Clearly content with their accomplishment, they began to torment her some more. This was all too familiar. They reminded her of the kids at the orphanage. Kat pushed them back and fled the scene, almost tripping on the curb as she ran across the road, heading toward the demon's bro's house that was situated in a quiet neighborhood. (They made enough money from the Dream Fair and finally bought their own home) Luckily, she had an extra key and could let herself in.

Once she vanished from sight, they all snickered cruelly. Little did they know two specific people were watching them from beside the building. "I'm gonna kill em-" Wild whisper-yelled irritably too Wendell who had a scowl on his visage, bunching up his hands in fists, about to walk over and beat some sense into the bullies. But was prevented by Wendell who was clutching his wrist. "No Wild- we need a better idea." Wendell reminded him, analyzing the 3 closely. "I got it." A smirk appeared on his angular face. Later that evening. Kat was watching something on TV- nothing too amazing. Just some cartoons. She still hadn't shaken off that remark. It cut her deep like a knife, leaving a mental scar. Looking at the boombox that sat idly on the coffee table. She lifted up her phone checking through messages. One piqued her interest; It was a new text from Siobhan. Heyy Kat! I'm having a party next week! Wanna join? Kat hummed, smiling briefly. Siobahn was really sweet. Parties weren't exactly her forte. But she'd swoop in for a while. Oh sure! Was all she texted, hitting send. When Wild and Wendell got in, they shifted back into their demonic forms. Greeting Kat happily, hugging her tightly. They weren't dumb, they easily caught on something wasn't right. They had seen it go down after all. During dinner that consisted of fish, peas and chips served on a plain china plate. Wendell was making sly conversation. He specialized in being inconspicuous. Asking the usual questions, 'how was your day' ect. Kat just glumly responded, using her fork to poke at the battered fish blankly. "What would you do if the bullies vanished?" Wild suddenly said, and in return Wendell harshly elbowed him. Kat paused and looked up, a frown on her face. "What do you mean?" Wendell cleared his throat awkwardly, giving Wild a glare. "He means- exactly what he said. Like, if they somehow vanished from existence." Wild nodded along, happily shoving the whole piece of fish into his mouth. Kat gave a roll of her eyes at their bumbling. Not in a mean-hearted way, but it always amused her.

"Well, I'd be happy." She told them, eating a few chips. Taking a swig of her water that sat on the mat.

Wendell gave Wild a knowing glance. "We can do something about it." He said, trying to fight back an intruding smirk. Kat huffed clearly not believing them. She would in time though. That night Wendell and Wild got to business. The next day Kat headed down to the town's supermarket, half expecting and half dreading to spot the 3 there leaning against the window. But they weren't. She exhaled quietly with relief. Mirthful that they weren't going to bug her. But something about it, nagged a part of her brain. Making her slightly suspicious. Well, Kat had the right to be suspicious. Because that night Wendell and Wild came clean.

"Okay, I appreciate you two getting rid of them- but where the hell are they?" Kat grunted, folding her arms, glaring at them with a firm glint in her eye. Wild made a face, awkwardly scratching at his arm. Not really wanting to Kat the truth. Wendell who was usually the more honest brother was quiet as well. "You killed them!?" Kat exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. She hated her bullies, but murdering them was too much. Even for her. "N-no we didn't do that!" Wendell squeaked, appalled at such an accusation. "We made them disappear!" Wild butted in a proud grin on his face. Kat paused, frowning to herself. Disappear? What did that mean- Oh. OH. "You- you did that for me?" She murmured out, looking at them with wide eyes. "Uh huh." Wendell and Wild nodded in unison, smiling softly. Kat gave a sudden laugh. "And they're-" "Gone and gone." Wendell informed her with an impish smirk. Making a surprised noise as Kat's arm snaked themselves around his waist, hugging him tightly. He lifted his hand and gently patted her back, consoling her. "No fair- I want a hug!" Wild complained and lumbered over hurriedly, standing behind Wendell and lifting the two in the air in a crushing bear hug. Kat emitted a delighted laugh, her expression bright. It was a lovely sound. And it made the brother's heart swell with merriness and joy. ------------------------------------ "So which one of you vile kids insulted my son's friend?" Buffalo Belzer frowned, an enraged grimace plastered on his facial features. The 3 children trembled with barely contained terror. As they stared up at the goliath overlord. "All of them." Sister Helley spoke up, perched on the giant's shoulder. Leaning against his bearded cheek, arms folded against her chest. "Let's make this a time they'll never forget." The two shared a waggish grin, side-glancing each other.