#unprompted asks. (Always accepting!)

[thegreatyin]

can we become acquantances in fallen london? My monster-hunter-hunter-monster could use some enrichment (am Burnazog in fl too)

certainly!! you don't need to ask lmao i am always open to more acquaintances. you can find the scoundrel's account here (and the scientist's account here, and the songbird's account here)

[helluva-hazbins]

@brokendreamscreation asked:

OH! It’s his lizard friend! Clawed talons scrape against the pavement as the feathery white and blue dragon makes his way towards Moxxie. Lucid rumbles happily, tail swinging to and fro, knocking over garbage cans and smacking into the side of a several vehicles, setting their alarms off.

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Having just been in the middle of some conversation going on between himself and his collegues, a ruckus causes his head to turn in search of it's source. Not expecting the sight he's in for.

A reptilian, blue scaled and feathered beast rampaging in a trajectory pathway directly towards himself. Why is it set on him? He doesn't have time to figure any answer to that, his tail whips and draws in closer to him as he puts his arms up in self-defense. "Oh crumbs. Oh crumbs. Oh crumbs!" He should reach for a gun, he should fight back but he still hasn't gotten over feeling bad for unknowing and possibly innocent types. Was he really being attacked. They'd just dealt with a much larger dragon not too long ago, what were the odds?!

[sirserpentine]

"HAPPY FATHERS' DAY, MY DEAR."

The eggs were almost like children to Pentious, weren't they...?

Pentious looked behind himself instinctively as Alastor approached and called out chipperly, wondering who in the hotel was a father. Husk? No, he wasn't there. His Majesty the King? No, he wasn't visiting right now. Angel? Definitely not.

Soon the serpent realised that the lack of people in the lounge implied that Alastor was talking to him. He quickly turned his glance back towards the other.

"Ah. Happy Fathers' Day to you too, Alastor," he said. The Radio Demon must've just been polite.

"Good memory on you, I think I forgot. Fathers' Day wasn't celebrated in England when I lived."

...Not that it would have concerned him anyway.

[criticalcrux]

@cxffeeshxp asked:

" Hmm, you remind me of someone. " ~Gojo to Grimmjow

A searing gaze turns onto the guy risking approaching the pantera. This guy ain't anyone he's familiar with and he already doesn't like his expression or being taken lightly by him.

"Th'fuck are you and why th'fuck should I care?" He sneers.

[thesilent-o]

@pyramultimuse Stolas: "It's been awhile, I wanted to check in."

"I'm fine. I just haven't felt like fucking, sorry to disappoint you. Surely someone like you could pick up anyone else."

[resolute-casualties]

*jumps in inbox*

"Yes, I see. Do come closer, holding back now would be a waste, wouldn't it?"

"....you've traveled such a long way to be here. Please, allow me to extend a proper greeting." It's a subtle gesture but he manages a wave of his wrist.

"Welcome to my Seireitei, Senjumaru Shutara."

[ooc: Vixen! Hey there. Lol, jumping right into things, eh? Be my guest! Thanks for sending something btw, place gets a bit dusty 😂]

@penetrantswiftweaver

[hcllsbigboss]

Apparently Adaile has a thing for fallen angel and demons.

"I sure hope so! Hahah-- otherwise, I'm not really sure what I'd do. You know, considering he's asked me to try this whole... ahem, relationship thing."

[phantasmalnightmare]

tosses chappy at bakugo.

Bakugo had just apprehended a villain, and he watched on as the police handcuffed him. He smirked, before turning to walk away, satisfied with a job well done. That's when something hit him square in the head.

"What the fuck!?" He glanced down at what looked like a candy dispenser, crimson hues narrowing as he turned to look at the crowd. It seemed a dark haired girl had thrown it from the angle it had come from.

"Why, you little shit! What the hell is wrong with you!? Why are you throwing shit at a hero on a duty?? You fucking extra! I'll kill you!" He cracked his knuckles, approaching the Soul Reaper.

[writteninscarlet]

Is Wanda the type to wear their partners clothes? Like a shirt or something?

“I’ve done so before. Perhaps I’ll do so again. If I wake up and my top is… elsewhere but yours is right there, then it’s nicer throwing that on than trying to find my own.”

It was comfortable, it could be because of the smell. It could be amusing or simply nice. Wanda wouldn’t do something like that all the time, nor if there was an indication that her partner didn’t like it. Her comfort didn’t come above theirs. Wanda enjoyed the closeness (or the better clothes), but it wasn’t a necessary thing for her to do.

Her clothes were currently all her own, but perhaps she could see herself sneaking a shirt or two in the future. Even if it would be a little too big for her slender and smaller frame.

[holdingmyworldsdestiny]

@hopefromadoomedtimeline said: “It’s been raining for days.”

"Would it surprise you to hear, that it is not particularly uncommon for that to happen in the autumn?"

Rain was a common thing, both in spring, and the fall. More so in the autumn, for whatever reason the Goddesses had chosen when creating Hyrule. Zelda was idly holding her umbrella, as they strolled through the town, which was much less busy during rainy days. Citizens tended to stay indoors. Too much rain made the princess uncomfortable, as she was now.

But having his presence made things easier to handle.

"I would much prefer the sun, but I cannot deny a beauty in the fountain's appearance during the rain. There is an old legend, that if you offer enough rupees, the Goddesses will appear before you in your dreams, and bless you."

A slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Though I have yet to hear if there is any truth to it. I have foreseen prophecies since childhood." A pause, as her gaze averts. "Or so I have believed."

[unboundtravels]

gloved fingers wind around his lapels in a rather teasing gesture and the woman smiles as she draws him nearer. her height gives her the advantage, as it usually does, and she looms over him like a shadow waiting to strike. in truth, she thinks about coiling her long fingers around his throat, and wringing the life out of him. instead she laughs, it’s an unnerving thing when echoed against empty metallic corridors. “ stay still, okay? ” instead of hurting him, she brings herself down to press her lips against his — figures it’ll be more fun for both of them that way … but make no mistake, maude is not gentle nor is she delicate. kissing her is like kissing the void, which is all too eager to swallow one whole.

The way she GRIPS his lapels causes his blood to run cold, and his heart to hammer in his chest. He grips her shoulders softly, and because of the bomb collar chirping softly against his neck— He dares not rip away out of worry it might implode against his neck. So when she pulls him against her, he remains steadfast... but the cold sweat running down his skin as he stares up at her, the darkness of the corridor obscuring her face so that only the yellow of her eyes is peering down at him. It causes a shiver to run up his spine, and he exhales. If it were any colder, the visual of his breath being stolen by their proximity might pop into existence. If she were any more nightmarish than she already was, he'd expect BLOOD to start streaming from her eyes and mouth like a waterfall. 

He's not sure if she's about to choke him, or if she's about to eat him... but he feels as if he's looking into the jaws of a snarling beast. He wonders perhaps if she's going to bite him, rip off part of his throat... just perhaps to see if she could watch what his regenerative process might look like. Instead, though she peers into him like a snake, The Renegade is unable to tell whether or not her pupils have slit-like snake eyes, or whether it's his imagination. If she were gripping any tighter on his lapels, he'd worry that perhaps she was attempting to leave claw marks in the leather of his jacket, but instead she just peers closer and closer.

Until she strikes. 

But she's not ripping into his flesh with her teeth, or digging claws beneath his veins. Instead, she's pressing her lips right up against his, and while she closes her eyes and leans into it... his are wide open in surprise until eventually he closes his eyes as well... but only to silence the ringing in his own ears. The emotions running through his mind right now are so loud, so conflicting. It's like he's being snuffed out by the absolute presence she's imposing upon him. His grip on her shoulder sleeves loosened slightly, and his legs almost gave out, but for every inch he lost in his standing— It was just another that Maude took, leaning deeper into the kiss. When he briefly disconnected just to get a tiny bit of breath, she swallowed him back up again. He couldn't escape.

And the kiss itself... well... There was certainly something intense about it all. He wasn't even sure how to react aside from just... turning red altogether, shock apparent on his features before finally, a loud SMACK echoed through the corridors, her lipstick smudged and his lips stained with it before he finally parted his lips to let out a confused sigh. He's speechless, blinking rapidly as he stares up at her satisfied expression. The way he has to pant afterward, the trail connecting their lips severed by The Good Doctor's tongue, whilst The Renegade is left panting in her grip. 

Speechless.

Utterly speechless.

[helluva-hazbins]

apollyodon asked:

He's been carefully stalking his father for at least two hallways, crouched and moving as quietly as possible. The boy is intending to pounce - @flameandindifference (hello!)

The Morningstar patriarch carries on all the same, seemingly unawares. Is he playing along or is he casually preoccupied as he appears to be as he makes his way along the many and vast corridors within the Morningstar mansion? Only time and the next course of actions will tell.

[sirserpentine]

Sir Pentious, what do you love about Angel Dust? (for @poisonedspider's Angel because they've been getting stupid anon hate and having a rough time and I saw you're one of their mains)

@poisonedspider

"This is a rather big question... So I need to give it some thought. There are so many things I could say.

I love...um... when he puts a ribbon in his hair. It is rather preciousss.

I love the food he cooks. Truly! It is to double-die for, nyehe!

I love... how he cares for that pet of his. How soft and gentle he is with him and I, I wish people were more like that with him.

I love how he has had the bravery to reinvent himself here in Hell. Angel is Angel, so irrevocably, brilliantly himself. He knows his strengths and he can utilise them. I love how at home he is in the spotlight, what a great performer he is. He has style to boot and it extends to how he fights as well. It's all very impesssssive.

He is strong, too. Incredibly strong to not have lost his spirit either due to being confined to Hell itself, or within whatever that contract of his entails... It's painful to think about, it's too harsh to imagine and yet he's always joking around and he just... lights up the room around him. It's not just because he's beautiful, although he is, flabbergassstingly so. It's because he's fun and witty and... and he cares about his friends. He sssaved Niffty, once, did you know? I wish I had seen it!

Angel is also forgiving. And I don't know what that's worth for everyone else, but for a Sinner like me, that's everything. Angel is-

...Angel is the one who should be hearing this.

Do pardon me. I mussst go.

[criticalcrux]

ryusxnka asked:

" You never answered my question. -- Where's Captain Unohana? " // Shunsui uwu /

"I never answered your question...?" The words get repeated, mostly for the Captain Commander's own benefit. He can't recall being asked but given the circumstances, it wouldn't be beyond him to have simply compartmentalize it.

"Perhaps, it wasn't my place to provide an answer at the time."

"So now, given these most desperate of times we find ourselves facing, I can say something to satisfy your ongoing curiosity, Histugaya-Taicho." It's uncharacteristic, there's no lightness to his reply, it's unlike Kyoraku but it's how he's chosen to deliver what has to be said. He expects it won't be something that the 10th division's bold and forward captain will want to hear.

"Unohana Reitsu... Has gone to settle her scores. So to speak. She, like many of us, has her own convictions to align with. I trust you understand as much." A bit cryptic, perhaps but he was being truthful. The matters at hand were not his to fully explain.

[thesilent-o]

”Uh, sir! What did I said about wasting money on useless stuff?!” The small imp remarked at him over on his desk

@the-knolastname-family676

"Ohhhh like you would know, right?" He folded his arms over his chest. "I'll have you know that everything i use that money on is for the sake of the company. Maybe if you actually gave a fuck about your work and did your job, you'd see that."

[resolute-casualties]

@divineslcyer asked:

(Academy AU) Mishil found herself in the company of a few male colleagues, who were mentioning something about a festival coming soon. She spotted Aizen entering the area, and cleared her throat, "Ah, sorry all uh, but-- I have to go help Sempai--bye." She swiftly ducked under the arm of one who tried to reach for her with an excuse, and appeared by Aizen's side.

Ordinarily, he didn't make it a habit to be enroute through the surroundings he found himself within now but something had been pulling him towards it as of late. Walking along in stride, he sensed—no, pinpointed the one particular spiritual signature; yet decidedly remained aloof. Even when the arm of a straggler seemingly intended to entangle around her. Though the individual would not be going unknown for much longer after that.

As he nears the scene and she comes forth to be alongside him. He nods with an agreeable, light smile. Eyes welcoming. An invitation solely for her.

"Aa, Mishil-san, good afternoon, you're looking well today, and...." His neck leans to one side, taking a sharp glance behind her. "...adequately socialized, I'd hate to believe my being here has— interrupted anything." Gaze retuning to her, along with a soft, polite, smile.