#xamassed

[liecoris]

@xamassed moved old thread to here

「Is that supposed to be a compliment？」 Mukuro asks under her breath, that's what she's going to take that as of course, but it was still a very odd compliment nonetheless。

When the hands were removed from her shoulders, Mukuro felt her mind begin to settle from being rattled as she was shook by Anita。

「Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to find some flavor I haven't ate before。」 There were a lot of flavors within the Devildom that Mukuro hadn't had before。

[lyriccl]

The Devildom was indeed a scary place. One minute she was out shopping with Mammon, the next she had gotten separated from him. Not only that, but her (quite adorable) outfit had no pockets, so Mammon was holding on to her D.D.D. Emma was about to call out to him over the crowd, when a firm hand suddenly grasped her forearm. Did Mammon find her? He was holding her awfully tight-

A hand clasped over her mouth and Emma was being dragged away. Her panic was setting in droves. They knew that invoking her pacts and magic took verbal spells, so they knew how to stop any of those possibilities. Her human strength was lackluster compared to a demon's, so fighting back physically wasn't an option either.

"Make sure to keep her mouth covered. Dealing with any of the avatars will be a pain in the ass." She heard that through the haze of her fear, and she could vaguely register being pulled behind an alley.

Out of mindless fear, she bit the hand of her attacker (attackers? She had no idea how many there were...) and her mouth was freed just long enough to shout one word: "Beelzebub!"

@xamassed

[tsukuharuko]

Starter for @xamassed

A couple of weeks had passed since her meeting with Tamaki, and one more after the most exciting event in her life since she moved to Tokyo -- being saved by a professional hero.

Both events had left a strong, yet different mark on Haruko. After her encounter with Fat Gum, she had started collecting any newspaper mentioning her saviour, holding her breath whenever he appeared on TV and asking her parents to turn the volume up when he spoke. Her mother obliged with a smile, while her younger brother, Keitaro, answered with an eyeroll while Haruko listened to her hero with her lips pressed in a tight line and her eyes shining at the sight of his wide grin -- the same he had dedicated her on the day she met him.

At school, she had found out Fat Gum was popular among girls, but not as much as other pro-heroes. Her female classmates liked to fawn more about guys like Hawks or Best Jeanist -- Fat Gum had a different kind of charm, to them.

"He's cute," they agreed, "kinda like Totoro!"

"Yeah! He's all big and cuddly, right?"

Haruko nodded, not too convinced. To her, Fat Gum was way more than cuddly -- he was valiant, reassuring, bright, charming... And whenever she recalled being in his arms, her heart started racing like crazy, making her cheeks burn.

Ever since he had promised her he'd visit her at the Coffee Bean, Haruko's head kept jerking up and her heart missed a beat whenever the bell on the door announced a new client walking in. But day after day, her hopes started vanishing, and she kept lowering her head with a sigh and a disappointed pout when the face on the door wasn't the one she wished to see. She had been a stupid for really hoping for him to pass by; he was a pro-hero, and certainly a busy one too. It made sense for him to be short on time, and he was certainly not going to dedicate her the little spare one he had on hand.

Tamaki, on the other hand...

She hadn't seen the shy boy in a while, but their meeting had rooted in Haruko's head in a surprising way, making a hundred questions bloom inside it. She kept wondering about quirks, how strong they could get, how they could be trained... And even more weirdly, she kept coming up with questions about his quirk specifically, so much she even kept a small list of them under the counter, where she noted them down each time a new one popped up in her mind in the hope to discuss them someday. She was looking forward to seeing him again, to asking him more about his skills... But Tamaki hadn't showed up again. And while she could understand he might be busy too, just like Fat Gum (he was his pupil, after all, as she had found out), she also wondered if she maybe hadn't put the shy boy at unease without realising it, and maybe that was the reason why he hadn't shown his face at the Coffee Bean anymore. The mere thought made her stomach twist with guilt and disappointment -- she had hoped she had made a friend, but clearly, she had read too much into it.

So, after some days, Haruko had stopped perking up with excitement whenever the door to the cafe rang open. And it felt just as an ordinary, dull day when, one afternoon, her boss called for her while she was busy preparing some mixtures in the back of the store.

"Are you busy?" He asked. "A bunch of clients just arrived, I think they are looking for you."

"I'm coming," Haruko replied, without particular enthusiasm, too busy dosing the juices to notice the amused grin under the man's moustache.

But when she walked back to the counter, her heart did a sommersault -- no, a double sommersault. Because not only Tamaki was back, but his whole squad was with him. Fat Gum included!

"I... Uh..." Haruko stammered, face burning bright. "We-Welcome to the Coffee Bean! What can I serve you??"

[houseofvaricty]

Starter for @xamassed

Seemed he was always hanging around in alleyways, the darkness something he was more comfortable inhabiting. It was familiar and he was able to watch the world around him without drawing too much attention to himself. Taking a final drag on the cigarette between his lips, he smashed the butt out beneath his boot. Dabi knew her. He'd approached her before, planting seeds of doubt in her very impressionable mind.

"Well, we meet again...Himari, was it?" The grin he wore was both inviting and terrifying at once, something he was good at pulling off given his attitude and the physical attributes of his visage. Blocking her way further on the path, he leaned against a nearby wall. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to you. I wouldn't dream of it. I just want to talk. What do you say?" He cocked his head to the side and stood aside, hand motioning to the alley in which he'd just left seconds before. "Step into my office."

[kcrmicdebt]

@xamassed liked for a starter [for Venti]

✧˖°.＊─ ;

The yaksha's arms crossed as he appeared before the other archon. It seemed many of the guests of this poetry gala had left so he now felt more comfortable making an appearance as he has now. "It seems your gala with Director Tao is going well." He mentions. He had been overseeing what he could at a safe distance to the non-vision using attendees.

"Rest assure I will continue my vigilant watch to make sure no harm comes to those in attendance."

[bxtonpxss]

PROMPTS FOR CARRYING/BEING CARRIED

@xamassed asked: stop squirming! i'm losing my grip on you! ( thor & sanji )

“No way! Lemme go!”

How could Sanji be so cruel? He thought they were friends! And after everything they’ve been through! He’d been bamboozled! Tricked! Deceived! Sanji, the main member of the crew he put his trust in the most, the one who fed him food scraps from time to time when he did a good job after helping out in the kitchen. Thing like that, ya know?

Thor couldn’t believe it! He grunts and huffs while squirming in the chef’s hold. The blond’s arm was tight like a band around his middle and no matter how hard he bunny kicked, clawed, and pushed, the chef would not let go. His heart raced like a herd of Ponyta in his chest, his fur was fluffing up, and his eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks as the taller carried him above the deck of Sunny.

“C-Cmon Sanji quit playin’ around and let me go!” He protests, voice rising in pitch. He begins squirming even harder when he notices they already passed the library. Now what was it exactly that got Thor so worked up for him to be causing such a fuss you ask? 

It was his least favorite time.

Bath time.

He didn’t even smell that bad… 

Ok maybe he smelled a little, but it’s nothing a little self-grooming couldn’t fix! Sanji was talking crazy! He most certainly did not need a bath.

[unladielike]

STARTER CALL ( @xamassed ​) — 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖?

    "Look, Nini! It's a double rainbow," she excitedly informs her while pointing towards the direction of the scenic view. A few moments later, however, she'll turn back around to stare directly ahead while flapping her arms. "This is truly a miracle from the heavens... and proof itself the great creator above has graced us with his divine blessing!"

[dragetunge]

@xamassed gets a starter [For Venti]

[❇]—;

The bells tolled throughout Mondstadt as the dragons ears perked completely up. Wide green eyes blinking from sleeping under the massive tree in Windrise as he croons happily. His other half would be coming out of the fortified nest of other two leggeds as he flexed his claws into the ground. Digging up the dirt under them as he stretched to his fullest length. Wings stretching as shook his tail out afterword's.

Once he was done the dragon started towards the city. Knowing full well he was not to get too closer as his ears twitch. Hearing something but chose to ignore it for now for his favorite two-legged was going to be leaving. And they could go for their usual flight during the night.

[pluviacuratio]

@xamassed || ♥

{ ♪ } -- "I hope you understand that making me tiramisu is basically a marriage proposal in my brain."

Her face was flushed and she was obviously over the moon about the treat! Bella was only being a little dramatic...

[emystic]

@xamassed liked for a Lost starter (and got Mika)!

The tiny child could be seen tearing up a bag, it smelled delicious and once he opened it took a bite of what's inside it tasted like it too. It probably belonged to someone, but it wasn't as if he knew what 'stealing' was either. Wagging his tail as he decided the food was too tasty that he wanted to take the whole bag.

But, oh no! He tripped and fell, with all of his new delicious contents going down with him.

[puckish-rogue]

" You know, I never really thought of how true the phrase 'good things come to those who wait' even was until the start of our little comeback. Oh, man. I was feelin' like a real impatient boy for all those months. But lo and behold! We're finally back t' doing what we love, and business is booming! So I guess that begs the question; are you interested in rollin' with us again? "

@xamassed // Starter Call

[lyriccl]

Continued from here. | @xamassed

The urge to say she couldn't do it and collapse to the concrete was high. But when Beel took Emma's hand in his and gazed at her with those beautiful, soft eyes he gave to only a spare few, she nods.

The demon was so good at invigorating her spirit. The woman pulls herself back to her full height rather than resting her hands on her knees. She takes the opportunity to pull him close with the hand she has clasped around his to kiss his cheek. Emma just hoped he didn't care she was a sweaty mess.

"Deal. I got this." Emma pulls away with a sweet smile, letting go of his hand to start running again. Though her body was still exhausted and the burst of energy would be short-lived, she was still in a delightful mood.

[needlenxggin]

@xamassed (I just lub these dorks.)

Vash let out a soft sigh as he slumped into the seat at the table thankful to get off his feet for a little bit. The groups car had broken down a little way away from a town and they had to walk the rest of the way and would be stuck in this town for a bit until the thing was up and running again after it was brought to town by the mechanics they'd hired.

Wolfwood and Roberto were chatting amongst themselves and Meryl seemed to be occupying herself but out of the corner of his eye he could see her just staring up at him with slightly narrowed eyes all of a sudden.

"Is, uh, is something wrong, Meryl?" He asked with a slightly raised brow turning his gaze onto her now. "I don't have anything in my hair do I?" Vash asked reaching a hand up to run through his hair not finding anything there.

[ofhope]

A lulling hum, before a breath of laughter. The leisurely sway of their bodies, dreamlike among the purplish orange of sunset. Few times did Itto lower his voice, but the tenacity of his soul never waned: heart was burned into his every word, and Yoimiya could bask pleasantly in its warmth.

"I could fall asleep here," the discomfort of staying upright could be easily discarded, how could she focus on something so unimportant whenever she was wrapped up in him? "Has anyone told you how warm you are?"

The tickle of his hair, the rumble of his voice against her skin... had it not been as natural as the sun rising, as a spring flowing? Just as a pirate might, Yoimiya clutched close her dearest treasure, basking in her glory. There's a silence then, contemplation weighty.

"You could come with me, to the shop! I've got an extra cot! And, and if it's not big enough, we can... squish them together! Which would be totally fine, because I've kind of dreamed about falling asleep in your arms? It sounds weirder now that I'm saying it out loud."

A breath.

"I can't help it! They're just so big and warm! And super cuddly, too!"

Another breath.

"Also, the rest of the Gang could crash there, too!"

@xamassed // continued!

[lunarscaled]

"---would I lie to you?"

@xamassed ( Rowan ) | one-liners.

[regensia]

@xamassed

No way. No way.

The squeezing in his chest was only an acquaintance, sending chills through his very capillaries and held his lungs temporarily hostage – anxiety. What began as an electric shock of being starstruck at the sight of the hero had swiftly been replaced with a sinking, icy dread.

Vigilantism wasn't an unfamiliar path that would inevitably cross with the path of heroes – but in the same manner, it often crossed the path of outright villains. Keisuke would like to tell himself he had no maliciousness, that his cause was always just, that he never had hurt anyone innocent. But his very reason for fighting wasn't even his own. How could a mere tool defend itself before a craftsman?

"... everything here is handled."

Was he registered in the database? Of course not. Keisuke didn't even dare show his face on a regular day at university on account of the scars, much less when out hunting those deemed as criminals. The blue oni mask he bore wasn't just a part of some schtick. Internally did he curse at himself for the way his tone came off – it was intended to be respectful, but nerves warped the syllables upon his tongue, gripped their hands around his throat, and somehow it seemed just... unfriendly.

( More than that, he had no interest in fighting Fatgum. He doubted it would go as smoothly as it had with the five or so unconscious individuals scattered around the warehouse on account of his own doing. )

"Or rather... I guess I should leave the paperwork half of things to a professional like you. Sorry about that."