#;Foul Mouth Gourmet

[joyfulcowboycandy]

This vampire won't leave me alone!

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

❥ one shot

Content warning: Reader is a vampire and they're rlly thirsty for blood, it is suggestive but it's sfw i think...., power fights lowkey? did I mention blood... Reader is down bad and a tiny bit sadistic, they want to break vil

note: i had SOO much trouble writing this fic and its kinda rushed so im not that proud of it, but i hope its coherent nonetheless

gender neutral reader

For humans, it always seemed like the worst thing they could think of about being a vampire would be the inability to consume human food and drinks.

For Y/n, though, food wasn’t something they felt they were missing out on. Humans always made such a fuss over eating, but for them, human food smelled foul and tasted even worse. Despite their friends' insistence, they couldn’t stand a bite.

"Blood is blood," humans would say, thinking all blood tasted the same. Y/n always laughed at that.

Silly humans.

Blood wasn’t just blood. There were so many different flavors. Some were sweet, like the person had been eating fruit all day. Others had a savory tang, and in the worst cases, it tasted bitter, the kind that made Y/n want to wash their mouth out immediately.

And species? Oh, now that was a real treat.

Y/n had sampled the blood of a mermaid before, and they could still taste the salty-sweet aftertaste it left behind. They'd tried wolves, cats, and even an octopus (that was a fun deal with Azul). And it was never enough. Every new flavor made them more curious.

At their dorm in Diasomnia, there was a dragon. A prince no less. Y/n wondered what dragon’s blood tasted like. They had heard it was powerful, rich with magic. Would it be fiery? Strong?

There were also fae, hyenas, lions... Humans too, from all over the world, each with their own unique flavors. The students here were like a gourmet buffet. It was almost cruel to Y/n’s senses, being surrounded by so many enticing options.

Then there was him —the human from Pomefiore.

Vil Schoenheit.

The epitome of perfection.

Y/n wasn’t one to harass their fellow students over blood. They didn’t need to chase or tease just for fun. Well… alright, maybe they did a little. Some of the students had such amusing reactions, flustered and embarrassed, especially when Y/n leaned in with that playful glint in their eyes.

But Vil? Oh, Vil was something else entirely.

They remembered the first time they laid eyes on him. He was flawless. Skin smooth like porcelain, hair shining under the sunlight (lucky human), posture immaculate. Everything about him screamed untouchable.

And, of course, that only made Y/n want to touch. 

Vil, though, seemed fully aware of their intentions. He kept them at arm’s length, with a steely gaze that practically said, Try it, and you’ll regret it.

But that only made it more fun.

On an otherwise ordinary morning, Y/n approached Vil with a sly grin. “Good morning, Vil. How’s my favorite beauty icon today?”

Vil raised an eyebrow, his patience already waning. “If you’ve sought me out, you must want something. So, what is it?”

“Oh, just a bit of… curiosity,” Y/n replied, eyes glinting. “Human connection and all that.”

Vil scoffed. “If you’re after my attention, look elsewhere. I have no interest in humoring a vampire’s whims.”

“But isn’t perfection tempting? Makes me wonder if beauty runs deeper than skin. Who knows, maybe it’s in your blood…”

Vil’s gaze turned steely. “If you think you can disrupt my control, think again. There’s nothing about you that tempts me.”

Y/n leaned in, undeterred. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Isn’t this game a little thrilling, even for you?”

Vil’s eyes narrowed as he turned away. “I don’t play games, and you’ll never get close enough to find out.”

Y/n just chuckled, undeterred. “Never say never, darling.”

And so, their game continued: Vil holding fast to his composure, and Y/n reveling in every moment he wavered, savoring each small hint of irritation that slipped through his icy facade.

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Y/n had to admit, Vil was endlessly fascinating. Even as a vampire who’d lived through centuries of human antics and magical quirks, Vil’s flawless composure and refined demeanor made him stand out more than anyone they’d ever encountered. Yes, he was beautiful—but that wasn’t what intrigued Y/n the most.

It was his control. His unbreakable, unshakable control. No matter what, he never let his mask slip.

Leaning against a tree, Y/n watched Vil from a distance as he practiced for Pomefiore’s next event. Every movement was graceful, each gesture measured to perfection, as if even the act of breathing was art. Y/n smiled to themselves. More than his blood, they wanted to unravel that perfect cool. To make him lose his composure, if only for a moment.

At one point, Vil wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief, not a single hair out of place. As though sensing Y/n’s gaze, he glanced up, his eyes meeting theirs from across the field.

Y/n raised a lazy hand in greeting, smirking. Vil’s expression soured, clearly unamused.

After practice, they caught up to him in the hallway with a knowing smile. “You looked good out there,” they said smoothly. “Though I noticed something…”

Vil didn’t pause, his tone as frosty as ever. “You always notice something, vampire. What is it now?”

Y/n kept pace with him easily, sighing in a mock-dramatic way. “Nothing much. Just that... you’re so composed. Always in control, like a statue. Doesn’t it ever get tiring?”

Vil’s violet eyes flicked to Y/n, sharp and unimpressed. “If you think your feeble attempts at unsettling me will work, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Y/n grinned, letting just a hint of their fangs show teasingly. “I’m only saying, Vil, that I could help you loosen up. Just a little crack wouldn’t ruin all that polish, would it?”

Vil stopped abruptly, turning to face them with a warning flare in his eyes. “I’m not like the others you toy with, vampire. If you think I’ll entertain this nonsense, think again.”

Y/n tilted their head, intrigued. “Oh, I know. You’re much more interesting.”

Vil’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. “Flattery won’t get you what you want. And if you think I’d let you so much as touch me, let alone bite me, you’re delusional.”

Y/n stepped closer, lowering their voice to a playful whisper. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Vil huffed and turned on his heel, his back rigid as he strode away. “Find your amusement elsewhere, vampire. Keep dreaming.”

As he disappeared around the corner, Y/n’s grin widened. 

Y/n’s relentless teasing only grew more fervent each time Vil brushed them off with curt, dismissive replies, his attention clipped and distant. But this coldness didn’t deter them—instead, it fueled their desire to keep pushing. The more flawlessly Vil held himself, the more satisfying it would be to see him slip.

Vil is a model of elegance and control, viewing beauty as both art and authority. Yet, Y/n found a nearly cruel thrill in testing his limits, eager to see if there was a crack in his perfect facade. Vil despised this, feeling it undermined everything he worked for; to him, slipping would mean surrendering the discipline he’d so carefully cultivated and the reputation he cherished. 

They had to admit though—they were getting a little too comfortable with their game. Every day, they found new ways to tease Vil, to try and chip away at his perfect composure, but every day, Vil remained unwavering. And the more he resisted, the more Y/n wanted to push. 

But today was... different.

It started like any other day. Y/n approached Vil in the hallway between classes, flashing him a teasing, toothy grin, already crafting their next playful jab.

“Hello, my dear. You look beautiful today, as always.” Their gaze drifted to his neck, the delicate skin hidden beneath his uniform collar and perfectly framed by his platinum-blond hair. “And your neck looks as biteable as usual.”

Vil didn’t miss a beat, giving them a sidelong glance. “Is that supposed to be a compliment, or are you simply running out of ideas?”

Y/n laughed, pushing off the wall to walk alongside him. “Oh, trust me—I’ve got plenty of ideas. I’m just savoring the chase. You’ll break eventually.”

Vil allowed a slight, unimpressed smile to slip. But just as Y/n opened their mouth to tease him further, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Enough.”

The single word, icy and precise, made Y/n pause, the smirk fading from their lips. Before they could respond, Vil turned and closed the space between them in one smooth motion.

In an instant, Y/n found themselves pinned against the wall, Vil’s hand braced beside their head, his face inches away. Those violet eyes, usually calm and guarded, now blazed with an intensity that made Y/n’s breath catch.

For a moment, Y/n’s heartbeat faltered. They weren’t used to this—to him having the upper hand.

“You think this is a game?” Vil’s voice was a low, dangerous murmur, his breath brushing against their skin. “That you can toy with me like one of your other conquests? You’re not as clever as you think, vampire.”

Y/n swallowed, pulse quickening under his scrutinizing gaze. The cocky smirk they usually wore slipped as they struggled to find their voice, staring into Vil’s eyes and feeling a strange, unfamiliar heat rising within them.

Vil’s lips curled into a mocking smile, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You want me to break? To lose control?” He leaned even closer, a quiet, almost sinister chuckle slipping from his lips. “How laughable. The only one slipping here… is you.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. For the first time in what felt like centuries, they were the one thrown off balance, pinned under Vil’s relentless gaze, and somehow… they found it thrilling.

“I…” They started, but their voice trailed off, leaving them uncharacteristically speechless. All they could think about was Vil’s nearness, the intensity of his gaze, and how their usual cocky confidence had all but melted under his scrutiny.

Vil’s chuckle was soft, dripping with amusement. “What’s wrong? Weren’t you so self-assured a moment ago?” He straightened, his gaze still fixed on them with a disdainful edge. “Look at you—a wreck just from a single glance. How pathetic.”

Y/n’s face flushed—not from embarrassment, but something that felt suspiciously close to excitement. They were completely overpowered, but they couldn’t help savoring it. It wasn’t often someone got the better of them, especially not someone as restrained as Vil. Instead of feeling frustrated, Y/n felt exhilarated.

A grin slowly crept back onto their face. “Maybe I am slipping,” they murmured, their voice softer, more earnest than before. “But I have to say, Vil, I like this side of you.”

Vil raised an eyebrow, the smugness in his expression deepening. “Is that so?” He took a step back, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, regaining his usual elegance. “Then take this as a lesson���you’re not the only one capable of control.”

Y/n watched as he walked away, heart still pounding and an undeniable thrill bubbling within. They knew they couldn't wait any longer.

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ days later

Y/n, having made themselves comfortable on Vil’s bed, lay on their stomach, chin propped on their hands as they watched him. They’d been teasing him for the better part of the evening, testing his limits to see if they could chip away at his ever-perfect facade. Despite his usual composure, Y/n had begun to pick up on little signs of him slowly giving in—the subtle twitch in his jaw, the way his gaze would linger on them just a beat too long, and the faintest hint of exasperation whenever he spoke.

“You’ve been working so hard, Vil,” Y/n mused, their voice a playful murmur as they traced a finger along the smooth fabric of his sheets. “Aren’t you ever tempted to take a break from perfection? Don’t you ever crave something… different? Just for a moment?”

Vil let out a soft sigh, brushing a hand through his hair with practiced elegance. “Perfection isn’t a costume you take off and on,” he replied, though there was an edge to his tone that spoke of weariness. “It’s a commitment.”

Y/n sat up slightly, inching closer, a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Commitment to what, exactly? Looking immaculate? Being untouchable?” They tilted their head, lips curving into a smirk. “I think someone as flawless as you deserves a little… indulgence every now and then.”

Vil’s eyebrow lifted, and he shot them a faintly amused, if guarded, look. “And I suppose you’re here to offer me that ‘indulgence’?” 

“Maybe.” Y/n’s smirk grew as they leaned closer, their voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. “Or maybe I just enjoy watching you struggle to keep that act up around me.”

Vil chuckled, though there was a hint of resignation in his tone. “You think I’m struggling?”

“Oh, I know you are,” Y/n replied smoothly, their gaze unwavering. “You’re always trying so hard to stay composed, so perfect. But I can see through you, Vil.” They paused, watching him closely. “I wonder… what would happen if you let that control slip? Just once?”

Vil’s expression faltered for a split second, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his eyes before he quickly masked it, glancing away. “That’s a dangerous question, vampire.”

Y/n’s smile softened, though their gaze held a playful challenge. “Is it, though? Or is it just an honest one?”

He let out a small, conflicted sigh, his hand tightening slightly as if grounding himself. “I don’t indulge whims.”

“Then why are you still here?” Y/n tilted their head, inching even closer. “Maybe you’re curious. Maybe you wonder what it would feel like to let go, just a little. Even if it’s just for me.”

Vil’s jaw tensed, his gaze flickering back to them, trapped between irritation and something deeper, something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. 

There was a pause, the air between them heavy with an unspoken challenge. Vil’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, and Y/n caught the subtle shift—a rare crack in his perfect composure. He wasn’t used to being questioned, least of all when it came to his own control. Yet, a part of him—a small, defiant part—seemed tempted by the prospect of surrendering, if only for a fleeting moment.

Noticing his hesitation, Y/n took the opportunity to lean in even closer, their voice a low murmur. “You’ve been perfect for so long, Vil. Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to let someone else take the lead? Just once?”

They held his gaze, a teasing glint in their eyes, before they let out a soft sigh, as if reminiscing. “Yesterday’s events,” they began, letting the words linger, “they’ve been on my mind. Watching you gain control, even for a moment… it was intriguing.” A smirk curved their lips. “Maybe now it’s my turn to show you just how undone I can make you… with nothing but my fangs.”

Vil’s breath caught, his composed facade cracking further. Before he could respond, Y/n closed the space between them, gently but insistently pressing him back against the bed. He let out a soft gasp, visibly caught off guard, and for the first time, Y/n saw a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes.

Y/n moved swiftly, climbing over him and pinning his wrists down against the sheets, their grip firm but not forceful. Vil’s wide eyes stared up at them, his breathing uneven as his pulse quickened beneath their hold. Part of him wanted to resist, to push back, but another part—a deeply curious part—wondered just how far they would take this.

“So,” Y/n murmured, their voice a velvet whisper as they leaned down, close enough that he could feel their breath on his skin. “What do you say, Vil? Are you willing to trust me, even for a moment?” 

Vil’s lips parted slightly, words escaping him. He held their gaze, feeling that rebellious spark ignite—an urge to let go, just this once.

“Y/n,” Vil began, his voice quieter than usual, but Y/n silenced him with a teasing smile.

“I know, my love.” they whispered, leaning down until their face was only inches away from his. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

Vil’s eyes narrowed slightly, but Y/n could see the blush creeping onto his pale cheeks. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness.

“Yet here you are, beneath me,” Y/n teased, leaning in to press a light kiss to his cheek, making his face turn an even darker shade of pink, something that did not go unnoticed by them. “And I think you’re starting to like it."

Before Vil could retort, Y/n shifted, releasing his hands only to grab both of them and pin them above his head with one hand. Their other hand moved to his chest, fingers splaying over his heartbeat, which was racing beneath their touch.

Vil’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping as he tried to gather his thoughts properly. His already loose shirt had slipped down slightly, exposing his shoulder, and Y/n couldn’t help but let their gaze linger on his flawless skin.

“You’ve always been so perfect,” Y/n murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. “But I guess even someone as perfect as you can be brought down to this.”

Vil opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat as Y/n’s lips grazed the sensitive skin of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut, and for the first time in a long time, Vil felt utterly powerless, a feeling he never thought he'd enjoy as he is now.

As for Y/n, they wanted nothing more than to cover his pretty body in little bruises and bite marks, yet they knew they had to control their urges. They wouldn't want to get on his bad side after all.

Vil tried to keep his composure, but when Y/n’s tongue slid along his skin, tasting him, a soft whimper escaped his lips, much to his own horror. Y/n’s grin widened at the sound, their own pulse quickening at the vulnerability Vil was showing.

And then, finally, Y/n sank their teeth into his neck.

The sharpness of the bite sent a jolt through Vil’s body, his back arching as a breathless gasp escaped him. The sensation was both foreign and intoxicating, each touch and lap of their tongue igniting him with an overwhelming fervor.

Y/n groaned softly against his skin, savoring the taste of his blood as they drank enough to make Vil’s breath hitch again. He was trembling beneath them, torn between his need for control and the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Each pulse of pleasure left him more dazed, his resolve fading as his body surrendered to the euphoric feeling.

His blood did not disappoint. It was rich, tangy, and savory, reminiscent of old wine—the only other drink a vampire could consume. It was addictive, and for a moment, they nearly forgot to stop. But as Vil suddenly began wiggling beneath them, trying to break free of their tight grasp, they realized they had drank too much.

“Kh… you rabid beast… don’t go sucking me dry…” he muttered, his voice lacking the power and certainty he usually exuded.

This jolted them from their haze. After a few more tantalizing laps of blood, they finally sat up, releasing his hands in the process. They watched as he panted heavily, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, a far cry from his usual composed self.

Grinning, they leaned down once more, reveling in the moment. “Did it feel good?” they hummed, smugness practically radiating off their body. “I wouldn’t mind if you were a bit more vocal. It’s no secret that the feeling of being bitten is akin to euphoria.”

Vil glared weakly, but his blush betrayed him. “Get off me, vampire. Your breath stinks of blood.” he muttered, though there was no real malice in his tone.

“I can’t believe it. I’ve really rendered Vil Schoenheit, Housewarden of Pomefiore, a mess beneath me. You’re practically at my mercy,” they teased, enjoying the power shift.

Vil rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re insufferable.”

Y/n leaned down again, their breath hot against his ear. “Admit it,” they whispered. “You were melting under my touch, whimpering for more. It was cute .”

“Only because you caught me off guard, Y/n. It won’t happen again.” He managed to regain some of his composure, pushing against them to sit up.

Y/n shifted back, letting him move but keeping a close watch on his every reaction. “Oh? Is that a challenge?” They tilted their head, intrigued.

“Maybe it is,” Vil said, fixing his disheveled shirt and hair, the flush still lingering on his cheeks. “But next time, I won’t be so easy to pin down.”

“Next time?” Y/n echoed, their excitement bubbling to the surface. “You’re already planning our next encounter? I’m flattered.”

“I’m just saying, don’t get too comfortable. I can hold my own against a vampire.”

Y/n doubted that, but they decided not to push Vil's buttons for once. He'd been so kind to let them have a taste, after all.

[hannahssimblr]

The crying is relentless. All morning and well into the afternoon. It's not constant, but it is consistent, a cycle of heavy, self pitying sobs followed by these silences where I imagine she forgets what she's so sad about, or curses Evan out instead, which, if it were me, is what I would be doing. I can't understand why any person is really worth this much anguish, especially ones that don't wash their hair.

“Ah, Shell,” Jen mutters under her breath, “he’s just a stupid fucking boy, enough already.” 

The brilliant sunlight of early May streaks through the windows and over the pages of our textbooks and notebooks strewn all over the carpet. With the summer exams approaching I have accepted that it’s going to be like this all month, study, revising, shovelling snacks into our mouths and then studying some more until our eyes feel like shrivelled little raisins in their sockets. But I have nowhere else to be these days, so I am happy to spend them on my stomach in the sun with Jen, writing flashcards and highlighting entire pages about chemical erosion and igneous rock.

“Did you see him at school this week?” I ask around the pen jammed between my teeth. 

“Who? Evan?”

“Yep.”

“Unfortunately. With Carlie.”

“Oh, crazy. He moved on quickly.”

She tuts and shakes her head in disgust, “He’s horrible. He has no shame, full on knowing that Michelle can see him shoving his foul slug tongue into Carlie’s mouth, in broad daylight.”

“Mm, nothing good ever happens in broad daylight, does it?”

 There is a bang, crash and wallop as Michelle comes down the stairs and straight into the room. I steel myself defensively, waiting for, I don't know what, maybe for her to start giving out to me or screaming that I need to get the hell out, not that she’s done that yet, but there’s always a chance. I bet she would if she was feeling crazy enough.

But maybe we've caught her at a good time, because instead she looks startled to see me, while also appearing different, more vulnerable than I'm used to seeing her now that the makeup she usually rings her eyes with is absent for the first time since she was about fourteen. It feels risky to look directly in her eyes, but I can't really help myself. It's like some layer has been peeled away, and she's the girl who used to be my friend.

“Um,” she utters, voice cracked and hoarse from crying, and drags the heel of her hand beneath her still dripping nose, “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I can go.”

She hesitates. 

“Let him stay,” Jen grumbles, “He’s just studying, he’s not going to bite you, is he?” 

“Okay,” Michelle says in a voice just above a whisper, and hovers there for another few moments as Jen goes back to flipping through her geography book, no doubt taking nothing in.

“Did you need something?”

“Not really.”

“Alright.”

Flip.

Flip.

Michelle gently clears her throat, “Is it… is it for the summer exams? All the study, like.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll probably fail mine,” a feeble laugh, “and dad will be thrilled with me.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand, given the circumstances.”

“I don’t think so,” she comes a bit closer, her stockinged feet padding over the carpet, and I don’t move a muscle as she approaches us, afraid to make a nuisance of myself. She perches on the edge of the sofa and folds her hands in her lap. “I think I should probably study,” she comments absently.

“If you want to,” Jen says. 

“I have so much work to catch up on…”

“Well,” Jen spreads out her fingers and gestures to the mess of paper and books on the floor like she’s presenting a gourmet meal, “you’re welcome to join us any time, babe.”

I sense Michelle’s eyes on me but I deliberately keep mine fixed on my book. The last thing I want to do is put her off the idea and then, God knows, get blamed for any and all fail grades she ends up getting.

“Hm, maybe,” she says, and leans to pluck at the corner of one of the English book covers, “I honestly know nothing, I can’t remember any of King Lear, never mind the poetry…”

“All that Shakespeare stuff is Jude’s domain, actually all of it is his, I'm clearly the idiot in the room…”

I pipe up sheepishly, “If you need help going through stuff, you know, I can, but if not it’s obviously fine too.”

“Hm,” she says, and slides to the floor with us, “Maybe. I’ll see.”

Jen gives me a secret smirk. “She'll see,” she mouths, and just like the sneaky wink she follows it with, I have absolutely no idea what she means.

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[hazelkjt]

Claire Ashe || SMASH or PASS

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Was tagged a second time by @gatheredfates but already did this before for Hazel, so time to go down the list to my second most fleshed out character: Claire! No other tags, this has been making its round for a week now so everybody who has wanted to do it has probably done so by now. So, blanket "I tag you reading this" statement here!

Quick Facts:

Height: 6'2"/188cm

Age: 29 as of Dawntrail

Gender: CIS Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pros:

A PHENOMENAL cook. Helped run her mother's gourmet restaurant as a chef in Ala Mhigo before running away

Good listener, lets you vent your frustrations without worry

Quite low maintenance, just few affirmations of feelings every now and then

When she ever does feel like giving compliments, they come from the heart

Cons:

A paranoid wreck. Pessimistic and keeps her distance emotionally to try and stop pain before it starts

Kind of a bitch. Cold and blunt with everybody and very easily annoyed, at first glance (and most subsequent glances) she seems to sort of hate everyone

Don't ever try to touch her third eye if you want to keep your hand.

Constant third wheel thanks to her Reaper partner, Sidian

Self-esteem issues, takes a LONG TIME to fully commit to something/someone

Misc. Details

Is fully Garlean. Not necessarily an objective pro or con but still a very important part of who she is

Long distance relationships would be a must, as she works as part of a merchant sailing crew currently

Knows how to conduct herself in a more formal manner, just chooses not to. Quite crude and foul mouthed in person.

Very sensitive and sentimental about her headband, as it was the last gift her best friends got for her before their deaths

SEXUALLY dominant, with little to leeway otherwise. Claire is either in control from the start or will compete to be the entire night. She is controlling and can get a little rough, but doesn't ever aim to harm anyone. Very casual with sex, having had plenty of one night stands.

ROMANTICALLY very distant, to the point that from the outside she doesn't act any differently to a partner than someone she tolerates as a friend. Behind closed doors she's more open and vulnerable, but in most day to day life she barely commits to showing affection out of fear of becoming too invested in the relationship.

[slashingdisneypasta]

How would your horror/slasher faves take care of you when you're sick? 🥺 (I know you've done a cheering up hcs before but maybe this is a lil different ^^)

Get well soon!! Take care of yourself <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you! ^^ <3<3<3 I hope you're doing better too with your life stuff or at least you will be very soon ^^

I took this opportunity to be super super self indulgent! XD 😅

Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons +Imagines at the Bottom

Topic: Taking care of you when you're sick ^^

Includes (For HC's): Jim Bickerman and Otis B. Driftwood. Included (For Imagines): Bo Sinclair, Chucky Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger and Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown. (They aren't in this order, sorry 😅)

Warnings: Otis fucking Driftwood (Meaning nasty smut hc's and a liiitle dub con)

Jim Bickerman:

If you get really clingy when you're sick like me (Opposite to me when I'm healthy 😅😅) he is absolutely on board with that XD Honestly he loves having you sticking close to him, going to him for warmth, laughing a little too easy at dumb jokes, listening intently to whatever he's saying... he eats it up. You're like an adorable little puppy dog, hangin' onto him. He'll almost be disappointed when you get better and don't act like that anymore 😅😅😅

"... Do you need help gettin' changed? I'm happy to help y'out pumpkin, really! Ul-ulterior motive?? No... "

Usually he's a frozen meal kinda man; he's probably got a freezer just packed full of pizza's and little microwave meals, and the most gourmet thing he 'cooks' regularly is campfire sausages in the backyard- but he knows how to make chicken soup and mash some potato's and that's his first duty when you wake up sick as a dog.

You get to wear one of his flannels when you're sick (:(:(: Its big and thick and probably smells like spilled alcohol.

He's probably gonna get himself sick too because he can not stay away from you. He'll be sat next to you most of the time- watching tv with you and entertaining you, eating soup with you, having tea with you, napping with you- basically, this is not your sickness. This is both of y'alls sickness 😅😅😅

"Here, this'll help. Promise ya."

"... That is a bottle of bourbon."

"Exactly." *Shakes it in your face*

Otis B Driftwood (NSFW mostly)

You think a little bit of snot is gonna deter this freak man??? Uh, no. He's still going to try and fuck you if he can swing it. You look so fucking cute with your sore, sore red nose from wiping so much, the bags under your eyes are sexy as hell to him, and you're moving so damn slowly... you think he isn't gonna take that as an opportunity?

So yeah... he is actually quite into you when you're sick. And he'll probably exhaust you to the point that you'll be sleeping a lot and get through this much faster then usual!

He will kiss you, full on the mouth with a foul amount of tongue (Lets see if we can soothe your throat, baby), so I hope his immune system is good.

He is happy to just warm his cock in you while you sleep, or lay there and babble because you're half really unwell and halfway to an orgasm at the same time. You're just so fucking cute.

He is also happy to eat you out/blow you and overstimulate you for hours. What?? This way he wont get sick himself! Isn't that better, you gross, diseased little slut?

Otis also doesn't shy away from mess (Obviously), so if you have tissues everywhere he's not gonna look at you sideways or anything ^^ Which is such a load off my mind, at least! ^^

He's not gonna make you something good to eat, but he's not a total animal- especially when he gets older. He will make you a cup of tea, and you better like it XD

You need a ride to the bathroom? Otis will haul you on his shoulder the whole way and set you down right on the toilet seat 😅 You need someone to hold you up in the shower? Otis is on it- he needs a shower anyway.

+ Imagines

Another one who does not give a damn how 'gross' you might be when you're sick is Jeffrey/the clown. He'll have you set on his big lap snoozing against his shoulder or sniffling and coughing into tissues while he messes around with different potions in his trailer, just keeping you warm and comfortable there. He says if you can put up with him coughing and hacking all over ya all the time he can damn sure handle you're adorable fucken self whimpering into his shoulder all day.

If you tend to have bad dreams when you're unwell due to your fever like I do: Imagine frowning in your sleep, pressing your lips together in a tight line as the scenes in your head just replay or get worse the harder you try to get rid of them or distract yourself. But there's immediate relief as soon as Freddy enters your dream. Just his presence is comforting to you ^^

Imagine convincing Drayton to come to bed with you instead of back to work. It takes some convincing, but its no secret he likes you more then anyone else in the world- literally- and he gives in after a while. He gets back in, fully clothed, and delicately but purposefully gets in close so you can cuddle up to him, sayin 'just for a couple minutes okay??' very sternly, before he falls asleep to you stroking his surprisingly soft hair.

Imagine sitting on a bench in Bo's shop while he works, slowly just making your way through a roll of toilet paper there because you just couldn't bear to be away from him- even if he was paying little attention to you. Imagine him, though, taking a break eventually and standing between your legs, his hands warm on your thighs, to ask you how yer goin, doll?

Chucky's conscious of your illness and does not want to get it, but he'll sit out on the ground on the other side of your bedroom door and talk to you through it. Ask you if you're alive still, talk about whatever goes through his head just to hear you hum in acknowledgement, play 20 questions while he fiddles with a lighter... that kind of thing. And he'll also cook you some soup later (He's just an asshole- not an incompetent asshole).

[destinygoldenstar]

Carrie McCray & Cheri McCray have moved out. (100 Babies)

It’s that time again. When your teen gets an A and they’re moving out.

This time, it’s the twins, Carrie & Cheri.

As usual, we throw a party for the departing kids. Dress up everyone.

I didn’t even ask them to, Don just ran over to Carrie and hugged her

He’s a good dad <3

Regina motivating her siblings as usual. We love her for it <3

Cheri’s just having mood swings and sleeping on her own birthday. That’s a mood right there.

And Carrie’s the one cooking cause the gourmet decided to do push ups

The twins are moving out

Carrie’s creative. That’s our girl!

Cheri’s a geek. Just like Nya.

Mom passed out from too much fun 🤣

But we’re not saying goodbye to them yet!

I have a present for these twins. Because they want it.

I had to wait till they were young adults. Now that they are, they can fulfill their dream.

They’re going to the mischief witch. Obviously.

Our twin babies are witches!

Mischief witches! 😈

And now we say goodbye to Carrie & Cheri

They’re… a mess to say the least. From day one, they always wanted to make people miserable. It was all about them and their center of attention.

Carrie’s the introverted twin. She loves her personal space, and her quiet corner. She goes at her own pace. She loves fantasy and reading fantasy books. She’s got anger issues. And she’s got a foul mouth. In a way that’s charming. And she decided to devote that to becoming a powerful witch.

Cheri’s the extroverted twin. She’s a social butterfly. She’s great with talking to people. She’s got a lot of malicious evil intent, and very little empathy. But she’s also a really smart girl who knows exactly what her goals are and what she wants, and doesn’t fail at that front. And she decided she would be on top of the world.

Despite the malice these twins had, they were great siblings to Hosni, a surrogate triplet to them. They helped support Hosni. I strongly feel like they’ll stay friends. In a way, all their bratty, angry, evil nature payed off and became a career.

Goodbye my twins. Go become rich and powerful spellcasters.

And when you take over the world, invite your family.

[vulpiximisa]

The change to Sanji not being as foul mouth/rude to anyone not a lady kind of makes the gap of his kindness not as emphasized because opla Sanji is just a nice chill dude, and it’s not like the worst change but the juxtaposition really adds to the chara

Also, I didn’t realize that the flashback was more about Sanji being a little gourmet snob and less about having no food to eat. Apparently. Why did they have to change that. Like is it to emphasize that Zeff and Sanji ever see eye to eye with their cooking but Sanji continues to stay anyway? Was that what I was supposed to take away from them?

[erthlyheavn]

She took the offered seat, lowering herself hesitantly onto the cushion despite her best efforts to mask her trepidation. Her gaze never left Alastor's form, watching his every moment in an effort to see if she could catch him doing anything that would signal foul play.

Like poisoning her drink.

But from what she knew of the Radio Demon that wasn't his style...At least, she hoped it wasn't. Even still, the sweet aroma wafting from the gourmet meal had her mouth watering.

She looked up to find a glass of bourbon in front of her, a glance further upward would find a smile that made her heart flutter despite her worry and general uneasiness. She found herself smiling back at him, hers just as soft but a bit more shy. Without thinking, she took the drink from his hand and lifted it up to her lips, taking a tentative sip. Hm. Tasted pretty normal to her.

Another glance down at their food. "The food looks divine." She said honestly, feeling her uneasiness begin to ebb. "You really outdid yourself." And all just for her...? Now that was something she had a hard time wrapping her head around.

Keen red eyes kept their gaze fixed on the moth demoness as she fretted, Alastor's smile softening somewhat as he took stock of her nervousness. Leading her further in, towards the dining room, he bade her to take a seat, pulling a chair out for her.

"I've got bourbon, and...bourbon!" He stated, hands raised in a shrugging gesture as he chuckled warmly. "I must admit, it's been a dog's age since I've hosted company, so I've mainly been abiding by my own personal taste - but rest assured, I do buy the best."

With a little hum, he strode over to the dry bar, quickly fixing up a glass of amber liquor for his guest, as his shadow busied itself with serving, setting down deep plates of chicken fricassée in a rich, creamy sauce, served atop a bed of perfectly cooked and seasoned rice.

"Here you are, darling," he said, offering her a much softer grin as he handed the glass over to Vaggie, taking his seat across from her. "I do hope everything is to your liking."

[bloodsplatteredmoon]

@pretoin

[~☪~] Things had finally settled down in the last 48 hours... the issues with the kidnapping of Labrys and then those of the Shadow Operatives and the Blood Red Night Hour was over...

Though the culprit, Sho had ended up escaping to who knows where, the only thing Shinjiro cared about after everything was that everyone was okay... Mitsuru, Fuuka, Aigis, and Akihiko...

For the moment, until it was decided that they would be heading out of Inaba, Shinjiro had invited Aki over to his house, as they were sitting together, the mug of coffee being squeezed in his palms.

“The next time I see you as the years go on... I would like it to not be with you trapped against a cross like before the Fall started...”

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen In a Romantic evening with you the Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul Language And Suggestive themes

❤️‍🔥Director's commentary❤️‍🔥 Hello Babes! I hope y'all have a Happy Valentines and the your day be filled with L o v e ❤️‍🔥 This like my gift to you all and I hope y'all like it❤️‍🔥 Thank you for all the love and Support❤️‍🔥 I love all of y'all and I Appreciate you! No pronouns in this bih

Nanami Kento

♡ Nanami planned for this day in January

♡He wakes you up gently with a gourmet breakfast in bed

♡After breakfast, he surprises you with an Appointment to get your hair and nails done

♡While you're away he gets to work

♡Nanami is the type of man that rather just spend your entire romantic evening privately

♡This doesn't Mean the Man is slacking or being cheap, He has the ability to go all out at home or in the public eye

♡He buys the best of wine and ingredients for the dinner he's cooking for you

♡Cleans the house up and set the scene for when you make it back

♡When you finally arrive back home from your appointments; you walk into dimmed lights, lit candles, and soft jazz

♥︎Imagine♥︎ A box of forever roses on the table with a card that reads "A day isn't enough to celebrate my love for you, I need more than just 24 hours to show you how much I dedicate my life to you and the joy you bring to me. I can only hope that this will suffice for now and put a smile on your beautiful face" And a trail of rose petals for you to follow and at end of them is a hot relaxing (Ph safe) bubble bath for you with a glass of Chardonnay sitting on the side of the tub. After your bath a brand new designer outfit awaits you and it compliments your body all so well, Rose petals cover your bed and Nanami is sitting there greeting you with a smile and the words "you are gorgeous" falling from his lips; He then takes your hand and leads you to the dining room where all your favorite dishes are before you including your favorite desert

♡This is the first time y'all made love on a of bed of Rose petals

Gojo Satoru

♡Forget what you Heard! It's what ya hearing; Gojo is romance or so he says

♡He knows that he needs to plan everything perfectly if he wants to make this day beautiful

♡He's been down bad before after buying lingerie as a present for an important day once and he went bootyless for a week (Please babe, a crumb of booty for the bootyless- Gojo Satoru 2021)

♡So his plans have to be on point to make up for the off year

♡He texts you saying to put on that Pretty number that he loves and that he will be picking you up at Five pm

♡He's pulls up on time and dressed to the nines looking sexy as hell

♡Complimenting how beautiful you look right when you open the door

♡Of course, he has a dozen roses mixed in with your favorite flowers for you in his hand

♡Gives you a box with a piece of Jewellery that you always wanted in it and a bottle of your favorite scent

♡He opens the car door for you when you're getting in or out and he pulls out your chair at the restaurant

♡The restaurant he takes you to is the fanciest scene you have ever seen and the complimentary Bread is the softest Bread you ever put in your mouth

♡The food is so delicious and the portions all so filling, it's easy to get the most pleasant of food comas

♡After your dinner, Gojo takes you back home and give you 100/10 good piping

♥︎Imagine♥︎ You're wrapped in the arms Of Gojo his chest firmly pressed to your back, the both of you are spent after the adult activities his pretty eyes illuminated by the moonlight that is pouring in thru the slight crack in the curtains and he calmly but softly whisper into your ear “Thank you for giving me a reason to open my heart and for putting up with me, I truly love you and I feel like there is no one for me but you"

Fushiguro Toji

♡Mister Thick thighs take lives is chaotic to say the very least

♡He's battling the cheapness that dwells within him and the need to make you happy

♡So he's gonna try to give you Romance but Introverted budget way

♡On the day of your romantic experience, You wake up to the smell of burning food

♡He tries his damn best but the Breakfast he cooked for you would... um get his face slapped by Gordon Ramsay

♡He's Pissed so don't talk about the quality of the chum Food he cooked

♡Change of plans! he's going to have to order some 5 Star take out for this to be a good day for the both of y'all

♡He comes back home with food and a bouquet of Lilies?? That look somewhat familiar?

♡The day is filled with him kissing on you and him struggling with being romantic

♡He even watches whatever movie you pick out while fighting the temptation to knock everything off the table and give it to you right there (Daddy Chill)

♡Right, when the movie ends Toji Gets up and hands you a Gift Bag, Inside is a small Squishmallow, a box of candies, and a pandora bracelet with charms he thinks represent his love for you

♥︎Imagine♥︎ After opening your presents, Toji hoist you up and kisses you so deeply he takes your breath away he's Firm yet soft and his touch warms your soul. After he pulls away from you he laughs and says " I really care for you know that? You bring a man like me so much happiness and you overlook all my imperfections all the while supporting and loving me. You make me a better man and the impact you made in my life is astounding"

♡Toji proceed to carry you into the bedroom and y'all commence rolling in the sheets until you hear your neighbor screaming "WHO RIPPED UP MY FUCKING LILIES?" oops

Ryomen Sukuna

♡What the fuck is Valentine? Why do Mortals celebrate their love for one day? Brat Explain!

♡After Yuuji Tells Sukuna The basics of the day, Sukuna still don't understand why he should participate or show a solidarity Fuck

♡He shows you how much he loves and cares for you every time you're near him, one day is simply not enough for his love for you

♡Sukuna put some thought into it and decided if mortals can bring happiness to their lovers on a menial day it's only right he should do the same for you

♡After all, You are his and it's only right A King should treat his significant other like royalty

♡He doesn't even celebrate the same "Valentines" as the simple minded mortals, He picks out a day just for the two of you and he will let you know this

♡On the date of y'all special "Valentines", He's busting Yuuji balls to get everything perfect

♡He makes Yuuji prepare a nice meal full of savory food for the two of you

♡Sukuna battle is to plan a Very intimate evening on a budget fit for a peasant

♡He pesters Yuuji into borrowing candles from Nobara and Megumi

♡After cleaning, Cooking, and Being pestered Yuuji is tired and his resolve is weakened

♡Sukuna takes to this opportunity to take control of Yuuji and use the magic money card for so much needed Shopping

♡When Sukuna is satisfied with his shopping he invites you over and the Scene you walk into is quite beautiful

♥︎Imagine♥︎ The place is lit with only candles and His beautiful scarlet eyes shining at you. Your night is filled with good food and being wrapped in the strong arms of Sukuna. While you're resting upon his lap Sukuna starts to stare intently into your eyes like you're ancient scroll he's trying to read, He ever so gently trace small circles into your skin before embracing you into his big strong arms ever so softly as he deeply said " I truly never been so captured by one like I am by you. I'll sacrifice everything for your happiness and this world would know true fear if something were to happen to you. You have my undying love" The kiss he proceeded to capture you in was passionate to say the very least after the kiss Sukuna hands you a box and inside is a Solid gold Rose that as he put it is "eternal like his love for you"

♡ The rest of the night is spent with Sukuna and you being one

♡ Your legs? Shaking. Yuuji wallet? Quaking.

Comments, Likes, Reblogs and Requests is Hella Appreciated and Loved❤️‍🔥 Please don’t Steal My Shit

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Izumida Azami | SSR - Mankai Encore | Translation

Note: There are notable differences in the character’s emotions from the original play in Act 7. If you have the card, I recommend to watch the backstage along with the translation.

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

Encore: Abel / 1

Izumi: Finally, it’s the local performance’s opening day! Omi: Our makeup is on point too. Taichi: As expected of A-chan! Izumi: (Maybe it’s because he has polished his skills with different experiences that the makeup is more realistic than the one for the first run.) Azami: … Banri: Are you nervous? Azami: …No. Banri: Well, let’s just do it as we practiced. Juza: Yeah. Taichi: Let’s get pumped up! Banri: Then, leader, give us a word. Azami: Are we doing that again… Banri: Of course. Azami: … Azami: I’m gonna put on stage none other than the best. You guys make sure to follow me. Omi: Haha, a big shot, as always. Juza: No doubt. Banri: He is definitely like Sakyo-san. Sakyo: Shut up. Izumi: (They are relaxed as usual. Let’s make a great stage today as well!)

Izumi: (In a world where the human flesh eaters called undead have spread— The hunter Ivan meets Abel.) Ivan: “Ngh…” Abel: “...” Ivan: “--An undead?!” Ivan: “Damn it, so you’re today’s prize winner? If you leave me at room temperature for too long, I’ll rot and become unfit to eat.” Abel: “I don’t eat foul-tasting things like you.” Ivan: “...Heh. So I look like a foul-tasting one for you.” Abel: “Not only you. Everyone looks like that.” Ivan: “Isn’t that unhealthy for an undead? Or maybe you are some crazy gourmet.” Abel: “That doesn’t matter. More importantly, I want information about humans. Join forces with me.”

Izumi: (They start hunting undeads together and head toward the informant Doggie’s place.) Ivan: “Doggie, I got you a souvenir.” Doggie: “Thanks for your patronage. But I ain’t gonna give you a discount.” Ivan: “Tch. Stingy bastard.” Abel: “...Doggie?” Ivan: “I know it doesn’t go with him. He says it’s more like a back street dog. He was small and cute in the past, though.” Doggie: “Shut that mouth. I ain’t giving you any information.” Ivan: “He was always following me but falling with an about-to-cry face. Hard to believe, don’t ya think?” Azami: “...Heh.” Doggie: “I ain’t lying here. I have information, you don’t want it?”

Izumi: (The grief for Roy deepened their trust, and now they enter Red’s hideout.) Red: “What’s wrong with you; taking your food for a picnic? It seems handy, though. Guess I’ll do the same.” - Red hurts Ivan - Ivan: “Ug—h” Red: “You know if I stuff you in a box and freeze you, you’ll never rot.” Abel: “Don’t say those disgusting things.” Red: “But it’s important to preserve one’s food.” Ivan: “You bastard…!”  - Red hits Ivan - Red: “You’re lively prey, huh?” Izumi: (Omi-kun has a good presence as the antagonist… It’s more polished and threatening than in the first run.)

Izumi: (Then they finally confront Abel’s father, Bill.) Bill: “Hah? What’s this? Something weird snuck up?” Abel: “Father…” Bill: “I welcome you. Hey, your food is here.” Undead dog: “Gwoof!” Ivan: “What are those— undead dogs?” Bill: “All you humans are noisy. We plan how to keep alive too.” Ivan: “Abel, step back!” - A metal sounds while Abel steps back - Bill: “What a shame. You’re a prey with brain.” Abel: “Haaah!” Bill: “---Ugh.” Izumi: “After Bill fell down, they noticed a chip in the back of his neck which reproduced Bill’s hologram—) Bill: “...To my most beloved wife Sasha and my son Abel.” Abel: “--” Bill: “I hope this message reaches you both without a problem…” Abel: “Father…?” Ivan: “Stay away from it. It could be another trap—” Bill: “I’m running out of time… If I stay like this, I will hurt you… which I can’t let happen by any means…” Abel: “Father, father—!” Bill: “...I’m sorry, Abel… I failed to protect you again…” Bill: “Even at that time… if we had been more careful… you wouldn’t have been involved in that accident… and you wouldn’t have that body…” Abel: “--” Bill: “Abel… Sasha, please… stay alive for me…” Abel: “Father–!” Abel: “Uwaaah!” Izumi: (Sakyo-san’s duality in the acting and Azami’s expressions are impressive. I think it has touched the audience’s feelings.) Audience C: —. Audience D: … Izumi: (I can hear sobs from the audience…)

Ivan: “What are you going to do now? Will you live like a human or an undead?” Abel: “...I’m Abel. The idiot Ivan’s partner, right?” Ivan: “That bit wasn’t necessary.” Abel: “If I live as a human, I won’t stop until I eradicate them.” Abel: “I’m going to live as Abel.” Ivan: “Then there’s one last thing to do.” Undead A: G-Gaah…!” Undead B: “Let me eat you!” Ivan and Abel: “—Kill them all.”

Azami: …Thank you. Autumn Troupe: Thank you!

Encore: Abel / 2

Izumi: Good work, everyone! I’m glad the performance was highly well-received. Banri: Then, let’s conclude with this right away. Taichi: So awesome! Everything looks good~! Juza: …There are many desserts too. Sakyo: And a plenty variety of alcohol. Taichi: The champon is a must to try, right?! Also, the lemon steak~ and the hamburger, and~... Omi: The Turkish rice looks tasty as well. Izumi: Can you finish all that…? Banri: Yeah, easy to do. Azami: Oh, they have shishito pepper skewers. Omi: So Azami is of those who prefer his favorite food rather than the local plates. Juza: The cheesecake… looks good. Banri: Really? Sweets, again? Taichi: I’m curious about the milkshake dessert! Sakyo: …Geez, how much will you order. Omi: Let them be, Sakyo-san. It’s for our local performance.

Izumi: The lemon steak is refreshing and tasty! Taichi: The hamburger is fantastic, too~! Banri: You have sauce in your mouth. Omi: Sakyo-san, would you like another glass? Sakyo: Yes, please. Juza: Can I order the desserts? Azami: It’s too early for that. Omi: The sara udon is delicious too. The crispy noodles go well with the ankake. Izumi: If there is a way to pack them, I would like to buy them for everyone in the dorms! Azami: We’re taking the flight back tomorrow night, right? Omi: We have some free time until then. Izumi: Ah, you’re right, but there is something else… Taichi: Yeah, hear me out! I planned our day for tomorrow! I wanted to do sightseeing with everyone while being here! Izumi: Taichi-kun made many reservations for it. Omi: Heh. I’m looking forward to it. Sakyo: …I thought it wasn’t a group activity. Juza: Where are we going then? Taichi: A dream place for boys! Azami: What’s that? Banri: Director-chan knows where are we going, right? Izumi: Yep! I’m pretty excited about it. Sakyo: Well, we’ll know about it tomorrow. Taichi: Hehe. Please, look forward to it! Sakyo: Geez, you guys have to grow up already. All you do is talk about hanging out… Sakyo: You won’t be kids forever. So to become fine adults… yadda, yadda… Omi: Sakyo-san drank a lot of alcohol. Taichi: I’m having a déjà vu! Azami: Drink in silence, you drunk man.

Encore: Abel / 3

Azami: … Banri: What made you lost in thought? Azami: – Banri: That overprotective old man will make a fuss for you being here so late at night, you know. Azami: I don’t care… I wanted a change of pace. Why are you here, Banri-san? Banri: I came for the same as you. Azami: Hmm… Banri: How was it to play your character again? Azami: Guess it felt… a bit weird. I didn’t think we would do this performance again back then. Azami: But I knew I wanted to do a better acting than the one at that time. Banri: Well, that’s because it was your debut performance after joining the troupe. Banri: You’re still lacking in some parts, but part of you has grown and gained experience, don’t you think? Azami: Yeah. I guess. Banri: However, you’re also totally into acting now. Azami: …Sure, whatever. Banri: Oh, and you were rebellious against Sakyo-san at first. Azami: Shut up. Banri: Trashing that old man was my move in comparison to yours. Banri: I also picked on Hyodo at first, so I can’t really speak for others. Azami: But now you’re none other than an acting fool. Banri: I can’t beat some guys from our troupe in that, like Tasuku. Azami: No one is a match for him. Banri: Ah, right. We went to the Zombie Run Night around the first performance. Azami: Yeah… I can’t forget shitty Sakyo’s face when we cornered. Banri: Only that? Azami: I also had fun making your makeup, Banri-san. Banri: Your makeup skills have grown up compared to that time.  Azami: Well, they’ve entrusted me with it many times. Azami: I’ll improve myself in makeup, but also in acting. I ain’t gonna lose to Banri-san at it. Banri: Oh, I wanna see you try.

Taichi: A ghost town is similar to the undead performance world-setting! And boys like those things! Izumi: Wow… it’s impressive to see it in person! Taichi: I know it’s so cool! It’s a famous recording location for movies! Omi: Good thing I brought my camera. Juza: …Amazing. Banri: Heh. So it was this kind of place. Azami: It’s my first time coming. Sakyo: A decent location coming from Nanao. Taichi: What do you mean by that?! Banri: Yawn… Azami: …So sleepy. Izumi: Did you two not sleep well? Banri: …Guess that’s it. Azami: Just a bit. Sakyo: This happens for not going to sleep right away. Azami: Our body is built differently from yours, “early to bed and early to rise” old man. Sakyo: Hah? Izumi: Anyways, this looks extraordinary. Taichi: A zombie could pop up and wouldn’t be weird in this atmosphere! Juza: It reminds me of the Zombie Run Night. Izumi: I agree, but don’t start running here…! Azami: …These buildings are amazing. - camera sound - Azami: – (surprised) Omi: You looked pretty good there, Azami. Banri: Like out of a movie scene. Azami: D-Don’t take pictures without asking. Omi: Since we are in this tourist attraction, I have to take pictures of everyone. Taichi: Omi-kun, I want to take some too! Omi: Sure. Let’s take a commemorative photo later. Izumi: Yeah, I want to take a group photo! Sakyo: Well, it doesn’t hurt once in a while. Banri: No choice then. Juza: Yeah. Azami: A group photo in a ghost town will leave a deep impression… Azami: Well, whatever.

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Notes: The milkshake mentioned (食べるミルクセーキ) is a type of milkshake that you can eat more than drink. It’s specialty of the place they’re visiting, Nagasaki.

[artbyeloquent]

i have come before you once more to request fun facts about rimon (and any other member of the cast if you feel so inclined). like i wanna know the insignificant to the story, super self-indulgent ones :)

hi hello this is perfect and i love you forever for it :') Rimon has been neglected in terms of their innermost interests and feelings because I've been way too focused on hammering out the plot. The following is half-made-up-on-the-spot and you're ABSOLUTELY allowed to ask follow-ups.

Rimon has a mouth like a sailor, and sometimes if they are often in a situation where they are forced to rein that in, a person may go months before realizing they have a VERY foul mouth. In Dev's words, "They've actually reined it in since they started at Te'ena."

Rimon is extremely suspicious of big talk. They often mercilessly tease people who make big claims or brag even if they like the person and are being "lighthearted," just because they find it incredibly amusing when people oversell themselves.

Rimon likes heavily spiced food. They're Ashkenazi, and so people often perceive them as a WASP when they aren't, meaning they often turn heads in a Mediterranean, Ethiopian, Thai, or Indian place (their four favorite ethnic cuisines just because of the depth of flavors and spice levels) because no one expects them to just sit there and take it.

Rimon is pretty pacifistic and prefers to resolve conflict through communication. Ironically, if any of their friends get hurt the first thing they'd want to do is punch the cause of their pain. Dev on the other hand WOULD blow torch someone if Rimon didn't hold her back.

Rimon has such a memory for Talmud it's often joked they should be a Rabbi.

Rimon is wigged out by horses. They'll still get near one, but unlike their friends, they find the concept of this huge, splinter-legged animal with a huge nose and teeth to be the stuff of nightmares.

They get a discount on their Brookline rent because I hate landlords because they helped the elderly couple who are renting the units to renovate some of them.

They know a lot about plants, but not survival/rural style like I do. They're more like my partner in that they wouldn't know a blackberry from a holly bush, but they can tell the difference between all the types of philodendrons. They chalk it up to reading too many of those big illustrated science encyclopedias their dad kept around.

They have a huge family that they mostly stay away from because they are an introvert and huge Jewish families are fucking insane (affectionate).

They prefer tea to coffee.

They dress pretty goth for a 44 year old but they really like those boho patterns with the pretty florals on them. ("Shut up.")

After an incident in their past left them with the Gift (long story but it's what allows them to interact with ghosts and demons so readily. I really need to rename it. Is Veilsight too edgy?) they keep a Will that they update every 6 months or year.

They're not a gourmet cook by any means but they like making childhood comfort foods and they're good at living alone. They prefer it!

They have a soft spot for cats, especially disabled/senior cats. They've done cat rescue/rehab in the past.

They are extraordinarily awkward with kids and treat them like little adults, which inadvertently works out perfectly in their favor and kids love them. They still don't understand it.

They get really grossed out by dirty bathtubs but would wear clothes for a week straight if needed.

I'm sorry this was so long I love Rimon 😖

Also this reminded me that I have a "mother of all character questionnaires" I keep saved in my drive, and I should really make a copy for Rimon. maybe even count it toward my nano word count.

[the-littlest-kojin]

The Kitchen

Clink.

Carefully, Eugenia puts down the fork.

"And you made this, Conroy?"

The elderly Elezen watched as the young Viera nodded, eagerly.

"And... What did you say it was?" "It's fried fish on rice!" Listening to her youngest child's excited chirp, Eugenia carefully examines the bowl of food in front of her. Thick, viscous green paste, intermixed with strange black strips with the approximate texture of slate.

"And where did you say you got the recipe?" "From one of Cor's cookbooks, why?" The Rayne Matriarch frowns. Corwyn's cookbooks are gourmet texts from the world over. How in the name of all creation...?

"I think that you should take this bowl and show Corwyn - I have had enough for now, and will see you again at dinner." Smiling still, Conroy takes the bowl back, nodding agreement, and goes to run out of the room, barely remembering to close the door behind him.

Shuddering, Eugenia lifts a napkin to her mouth, removing the foul-tasting paste from her mouth.

Intelligent though he may be, his skills are not in the same direction as Corwyn's.

~

FFXIVWrite Day Two: Aberrant.

[pixelatedrose]

Can you do 39 with prinxiety? Sorry if I'm being a burden - 🌯

Prompt 39 Prinxiety

“Listen it’s not really my fault i fell in love with him!! HE WAS SHIRTLESS!!”

Word Count: 3,799 (I got a bit carried away with this one)

Warnings: uncensored swearing, mention of a dead animal (Skip from “It wasn’t that he had never wanted to go before,” to “The memory left a pretty solidly foul taste in his mouth and made him shudder.”)

Camping

  It was early August and Roman’s friends had finally convinced him to tag along with them to go camping.

  “But there are bugs!!” Roman complained.

  “So? Bugs are cool.” Virgil said, looking up briefly from his phone.

  “Oh yeah?” Roman continued to whine. “Well I hardly took you as one who enjoyed camping in the middle of nowhere with zero cell service, Dr. Gloom!” Roman antagonized the emo boy.

  Virgil stuck out his tongue at the sassy drama queen. “You’re just pouty cause we never asked you to come before because we thought you hated the outdoors.”

  “I do not hate the outdoors!!” Roman scoffed. “I just don’t really find the idea of bugs and sap and burnt food and bugs very appealing.”

  “Aw, Roman! Is this your first time camping?” Patton asked, calling from where he was placing an overfilled bag into the bed of Logan’s truck.

  Roman flushed and turned away haughtily. “Well it’s not my fault my moms never wanted to go and sleep on the ground!!”

  Patton clapped his tall friend on the back, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, you’re going to have so much FUN!!”

  Soon the truck was packed, with Logan helping Roman make sure that he had everything necessary. (“No, Roman, you won’t be needing your fantasy elf cloak.” “BUT WHAT IF THE DWARVES COME FOR ME?!”)

  The car ride was long, Roman and Virgil sitting in the back with Patton sitting up front and Logan driving. Roman ended up falling asleep, his head resting against a drowsy Virgil’s shoulder. Patton, thinking this was the cutest thing ever, snapped a picture with the camera he brought along.

  “Logan, look!!”

  “Patton, dear, I am incapable of looking at whatever you wish to show me if I am to drive safely on this road.”

  “Oh, right, sorry! Virgil and Roman fell asleep on top of each other, that’s all!”

  “Oh. How lovely.”

  “Logan why are you pulling over?”

  “Revenge.”

  Roman and Virgil woke up in different positions, Roman’s face pressed up against the window and Virgil having adjusted to leaning against his seatbelt. They also awoke to marker coating their faces.

  “That’s for the cookies you two baked me last week.” Logan said when they had started freaking out.

  “But it was funny!!” Virgil protested, rubbing at the marker hearts doodled on his cheeks.

  “Cookies should not contain any- especially that much- pepper in it!! Consider us even, Ruiners of Sweets.” Logan seethed dramatically.

  The ride from then on was filled with karaoke, Disney, and laughter.

  When they arrived at the campsite, they tried to divide the work up. However, it became very clear that Roman had no idea what he was doing when he mistakenly snapped one of the tent poles clean in half.

  “Whoops…”

  Virgil sighed. “Great! At least I know how to fix it once I get home. I guess I’m sleeping under the stars tonight…”

  Patton shook his head. “Nonsense!! There’s plenty of room in Roman’s tent for you to sleep in there!”

  Roman nearly choked. “What?!”

  Virgil just shrugged. “'Ight. But I’m setting up tents from now on. Roman can make the fire.”

  “I do not trust that Roman will know an adequate way of starting a fire. Perhaps he can prepare food instead? It is probably something he should have been doing from the start seeing as I am not the best in the culinary arts.” Logan offered.

  Roman nodded, trying to keep his head up. It was just his first time camping after all. He was a little upset by the fact that he was going to be sharing a tent with Virgil. Why? He wasn’t 100% sure. But it made his chest flare up and his face burn. The fact of the matter was that he was incredibly nervous about sleeping in very tight quarters with his very attractive friend of whom he’d subconsciously had a crush on since they’d met in high school. But he would never admit such a thing. Especially when it was still so subtle.

  Dinner was finished, Roman figuring out how to cook over the fire after a few attempts, and with that, Patton took out his guitar and played songs that Roman hadn’t heard before, but the others seemed to know by heart. Stories were told and laughs were exchanged as well as shrieks in terror followed by evil giggles of delight. The sun was long put to rest by the time the fire simmered out.

  The friends parted to their separate tents and the lanterns were put out.

  Virgil unzipped the tent’s door, holding it open as if he were any semblance of a gentleman. “Just don’t you go falling for me because of this, Princey.” Virgil smirked, pushing Roman into the tent face first.

  Roman fell and from the ground mumbled sarcastically. “Trust me, not a problem.”

  Roman pulled a loose tank top over his head and turned to Virgil, expecting something similar. Except he found the pale boy, completely bare chested, reading a book in a position that had no right looking as attractive as it did.

  “Finally done getting ready, Princey?” He asked, sparing a glance up at the now red faced boy.

  Roman prayed that his colored face was hidden by the god-awful lighting in the now much too small tent. “Y-yep!!” Roman faked a nonchalant tone, trying not to stare so openly.

  “Great.” Virgil said, his casual tone was only what Roman dreamed he had sounded like. “I’m going to finish this chapter and then I’ll turn lights out. Don’t wait for me.”

  Roman tucked himself into his sleeping bag and turned away from Virgil, trying desperately to get the image of his friend’s surprisingly toned chest out of his mind. Did Virgil work out? He always looked so thin and stringy under his hoodie…

  “Night, Vee.” Roman wrestled the words from his throat, his voice cracking, making him want to die a little bit more.

  Virgil didn’t say anything and Roman, for the next twenty minutes, listened to the sound of quietly turning pages, all the while panicking at their closeness and, for the millionth time, trying not to think about Virgil’s lack of a shirt.

  Finally, Vrigil put his book down and stretched. He panicked even more when Virgil seemed to lean over to Roman and he shut his eyes, years of practice in pretending to be asleep finally paying off.

  Virgil leaned back and if Roman had his eyes open and had been facing the pale boy, he would have seen Virgil smile ever so fondly and sweetly, a light pink adorning his pale cheeks. “…Cute…” Virgil whispered quietly, not aware that Roman could hear him quite clearly in the silence of the night. Virgil flicked off the lights and, in a single line, probably made Roman fall irreversibly deep into the boiling pool of love. “Goodnight, my prince. I’ll love you tomorrow…”

  In the dead of the night, Roman heard Virgil’s breath even out next to him.

  Roman, red faced, turned to try and look at his sleeping friend, just to make sure, only to be met with a cute face not six inches away from his own. Even in the dark, Roman began to take notice of things he’d seemingly never seen before. Like how his dark hair faded perfectly into purple at the tips, making it look like purple flames. It made Roman want to reach out and fluff it about. Or the way his pale cheeks were impossibly cute and round, devoid of their usual makeup and beautiful. It made Roman want to hold his perfect face in his own imperfect hands. Or the way his lips curved so exquisitely, a soft beautiful thing. It made Roman want to lean forward and capture such flawless lips with his own.

  “We have a big fucking problem.” Roman whispered to himself.

~~•~~

  The next morning Roman woke up to the sound of pots banging.

  “WAKE UP SLEEPING BEAUTY, WE’RE GOING TO THE LAKE TODAY!!!” Virgil’s voice had momentarily made Roman forget everything last night as it was, at the moment, the most annoying thing on the goddamn planet.

  Virgil threw the tent door open, somehow letting more light into the small area. Roman tossed the edge of his sleeping bag up over his face in dismay. “Nooo….What time is it even…?”

  Virgil stopped banging his pots for a half second. “About 8:45. When you’re camping, the sun’s your alarm, Princey!!” He trilled out in a sing-song voice.

  “Why,” Roman complained, poking his head out of his cocoon. “Is the one time you’re cheery the one time I wish you weren’t?”

  Roman opened his eyes and was met face to face with a sinisterly smirking Virgil, his figure framed in splashing golden light as he leaned in to get a view of Roman. “Because I live to be the bane of your existence, Princey!” He smiled all too brightly, and Roman was reminded of his ever growing problem as he felt his face heat up.

  Patton poked his head in through the doorway, ruining the picture perfect scene Roman had before him. It wasn’t that he minded, though. No of course not. He wasn’t upset at all that the picture of Virgil with perfect golden light shining around him in a perfect, sunny corona was thrown off by a smiling Patton. He would never be upset.

  “C’mon, Ro! It’s time to wake up!! Logan and me made campfire pancakes!!” Patton smiled. Virgil’s eyes lit up like Roman had never seen them light up before. A childish sparkle, like when a kid gets told they’re allowed to have two cookies instead of one.

  Logan’s voice called from outside the tent. “It’s ’Logan and I’ Patton.”

  ”Yeah, yeah, whatever, Honey. I’m just excited for campfire pancakes!!”

  ”We all are, Pat! Campfire pancakes are the only thing Logan can make edible, and of all the things I’ve eaten, it would be the one that should be considered fucking gourmet!!”

  Roman listened to his friends chatter as he got ready, suddenly upset he’d declined Patton’s offers for so long. It wasn’t that he had never wanted to go before, but he’d never been in the woods alone since his brother had forced him into the woods near their old house as children to show him a dead and rotting fox corpse. The memory left a pretty solidly foul taste in his mouth and made him shudder.

  He’d complain about bugs and charred food for as long as he needed to. He wasn’t about to let slip that he’d been scared to go back into a place that reminded him so vividly of something so distasteful.

  ”And he rises!!” Virgil said theatrically when Roman emerged from the tent. Now that he could see better, Roman looked Virgil over. His hair was slightly tousled from sleep and he was wearing a plain, dark t-shirt. His pale face bore practically no makeup, save for the remnants of his eyeshadow that seemed to never go away. His smile was bright and happy, excited in a way Roman had never seen before now. It was at this time that Roman realized this was one of a very select few times that he’d seen Virgil without a hoodie or jacket on. He was pretty. Honestly, Roman thought he should have noticed how charming the tall man was before now.

  Roman smiled coolly. ”Now where are those campfire pancakes I keep hear you guys yapping about?”

~~•~~

  The pancakes were amazing. And after hiking to a lake, Roman was starting to think camping really wasn’t all too bad. The trail had ended, coming out to the view of a crisp lake with a sandy bank, driftwood strewn about the shore. A wooden dock with a rope swing attached to the end adorned the right side of the picture and a picnic bench decorated a small grassy patch a short distance away from the shore, save from potentially splashing children.

  However the picturesque lake was absent of any and all people, leaving the entire lake to themselves.

  ”Wow…” Roman breathed out as the lake came into view.

  Virgil smiled fondly at the starry-eyed man next to him, not that Roman had noticed. ”Yeah. It’s pretty sweet, isn’t it?” Virgil said, walking with Roman to towards the shore as Patton gleefully ran ahead to the dock and Logan crossed over to the picnic table to place the bag containing their lunches. ”This place was actually pretty abandoned when me and Lo first found it.”

  Roman glanced at Virgil, who was smiling wistfully out at the clear water. ”Really?”

  Virgil nodded, sitting down on a large piece of driftwood. ”Yeah. Our families would go camping together all the time when we were kids. One day we came to this old, near abandoned campsite and found this lake after hiking an all but completely overgrown trail. It was my mom that convinced my dad to buy up the site. It was fairly cheap, but my parents made it their passion project. I was about 15 years old when they finally finished it all.” Virgil looked over to Roman, his eyes filled with a gentle excitement. “It’s been our own little retreat ever since then! I can’t count how many times me and Logan came here to help work or even after it was done. This place means a lot to me.” He clapped Roman on the back, smiling delightfully. “I’m glad you came, Princey!” Virgil then pushed him over into the warm sand. “That’s enough cheese for today I think!! Race ya to the rope swing, theater dork!!” Virgil took off toward the dock and Roman, for once, was glad he had pushed him over and ran away. 

  Roman’s face and chest was ablaze. The way that Virgil seemed to treasure this place, wanting to share it with Roman, it made him unbelievably happy. The way the pale boy’s eyes sparkled and the way his usually lazy smile was bright and bold, it sent his heart aflutter.

  “You fiend!!” Roman accused, scrambling up to his feet. “That’s not fair!!” He charged after Virgil’s dark hair, hoping to leave his dangerously growing adoration behind in the sand.

  They took turns swinging off the rope swing and shoving one another into the water, splashing about in it’s cool waves a welcome sensation against the heat of the sun. Lunch finally came and they chatted and joked and told swapped stories until Logan declared that it was time they all headed back.

  “Actually, Logan? Can I talk to you for a bit?” Virgil asked as they were packing up.

  Logan raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “Of course. Patton, Roman, you two can go on ahead of us. We will catch up to you later.”

  “Sure thing, honey!!” Patton said cheerily, wrapping his arm around Roman’s shoulders, though because of the height difference, mistakenly pulled Roman down a bit in the process.

  They chatted a bit until the subject of Virgil managed to come up.

  “Virgil?” Roman asked, the thought of the green eyed man making him flush. When had that started happening? “I mean he’s great of course…I mean more than great honestly. Have you ever noticed how perfect his hair always looks, Pat? Or like how pretty he is just…everywhere? It’s infuriating!!” Roman looked over to his short friend. “Right, Pat….? Uhh…”

  Patton wore a shiteating grin on his face as he smirked smugly at Roman. “I knew it!” Patton declared. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!”

  Roman’s face flared and his heart started to beat. “Knew w-what?! What did you know?!”

  Patton jabbed a finger at Roman’s chest. “You’re in love with Virgil!!” He announced, his grin growing more and more excited and mischievous by the second, his golden eyes sparkling more and more from under his wide, round frames. “Aren’t you?!”

  Had Roman been a balloon, he would have burst. His face was undoubtedly the color of a rose and his heart was beating far too loud for Patton not to hear it, he thought. Roman finally caved, giving a sigh. “Listen, it’s not really my fault I fell in love with him!! HE WAS SHIRTLESS!!”

  Patton danced around the path way, spinning and chanting, “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH VIRGIL!! YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH VIRGIL!!”

  “Okay okay!! I’m in love with Virgil!! Now will you quiet down! What if they’re about to catch up?!” Roman said, mild panic pricking his heart.

  “So what if they hear us?!” Patton stopped his dancing, facing Roman. “I mean Virgil’s already been in love with you for years now!!” Patton said excitedly, waving his hand as if it was common knowledge.

  Roman’s life could have ended then and there. “He what-?”

  Patton’s smiling face didn’t falter as extreme panic set his eyes ablaze. “Shit!!” He said in the most cheery tone a person has ever used to say shit. In fact, Roman could only count on two other times he’d even heard Patton curse. “You were not supposed to know that!!” Patton continued with his cheery voice.

  Roman grabbed Patton by the shoulders, emotions swirling violently within him. “Virgil’s been in love with me for years?!” He asked, ecstatic panic dripping from his voice and flooding his eyes.

  Patton’s smile did falter this time as he looked away, bashful at what he’d let slip. “Well, yeah…He never-”

  Roman picked up the small boy and spun him around, laughing splendidly. “Patton!! You’re an angel from heaven!!” He bubbled. He set Patton down and hugged him tightly. A thought struck him and he separated from the small boy, not even having heard the blonde’s shouts announcing he couldn’t breath. “Oh god! I have to tell Virgil! I have to go find him!!” 

  Roman started to run away, but Patton grabbed his sleeve. “But what should I do?! We were supposed to get the fire going and dinner started! It’s beginning to get dark!”

  Roman looked at Patton with desperate eyes. “I just realized how I feel about Virgil. I don’t want this to turn into a pining competition! I have to find him right now!”

  Something in Roman’s voice must have convinced Patton because he let go. “Alright.” He lightly tapped his fist against his taller friend’s shoulder. “Go sweep him off his feet, Ro!”

  And with that, Roman was off sprinting back down the trail.

  He caught sight of Virgil and Logan walking down the path as the trail was beginning to darken with purple under the canopy of trees in the soon to be dying sunlight. Roman smiled and waved to them down the trail.

  “Roman?” Virgil asked, a concerned and mildly frightened look glazing his eyes over. “Is everything okay? Did something happen? Where’s Patton? Is he alright? Is-”

  Roman swooped Virgil into a spinning hug, not letting the boy finish his anxious rambling. “Oh, everything is more than just alright, my dark and stormy knight!” Roam laughed, holding on to his heart from around his waist, grasping him close.

  Virgil’s face lit up with splashes of red and pink. “Uhm…?”

  Logan looked between the two and smiled. “I’ll go on ahead and make sure Patton has some company.” He said, picking up Virgil’s discarded bag and turning to walk down the darkening trail.

  Roman stopped spinning Virgil and let the green eyed man down, only just loosening his hold on him.

  But to Roman’s utter dismay, as soon as Logan was out of sight, Virgil pushed out from Roman’s grasp. “What the hell, Ro? What was that?” He snapped, turning away from the taller boy.

  Roman’s hopes sunk. Had Patton lied to him? No…Patton said he wasn’t even supposed to tell. It had to be true.

  But Roman had to be sure. “Virgil, do you love me?” Fireflies were starting to swirl around them, lighting up like stray stars.

  “What…?” Virgil stopped, looking back at Roman.

  Roman stepped closer, beginning to realize how desperately he wanted Virgil to love him. “Are you in love with me, Virgil?”

  Virgil looked away, crossing his arms over themselves.

  The sounds of the forest settled between them.

  Finally Virgil spoke, his voice shaky and choked. “S-so what if I am? I mean- I didn’t mean to- I don’t-” Virgil turned back to face Roman, his hands embedded in his head of thick, messy hair, his eyes shimmering with tears. “I assume Patton spilled…And I just didn’t want to tell you cause I didn’t want to lose you as a friend! I know you don’t feel the same way, so I was trying to be a good friend…I’m sorry if-”

  “Goodnight my prince. I’ll love you tomorrow.” Roman quoted.

  “W-what?”

  “Last night. That’s what you said before you went to sleep. Can I ask why?” Roman stepped closer, the sun beginning to descend beyond view.

  Virgil was caught between paling and flushing harder. He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s the stupidest thing ever…” He started, though smiling. “Anytime we ever had a sleepover, or you fell asleep studying at my place or during a movie night, I’d say that. It was supposed to be this stupid ‘I can’t love you now, so I’ll love you tomorrow’ thing…Hella cheesy, I know…”

  Roman stepped closer again and brushed Virgil’s hand, though the pale boy flinched it back. “Well remember when you said not to fall for you and I said it wouldn’t be a problem?” he stepped closer still, bringing his hand up to Virgil’s chin.

  “Yeah…?” Virgil didn’t pull away this time, though his eyes remained glued to Roman’s chest.

  Roman tilted his chin upward, looking into the gorgeous green eyes Roman never knew he’d fallen for. “Well I think I have a problem…” He leaned in even closer, and he swear he could almost hear Virgil’s heart. 

  Before Roman could try and capture his lips with his own, Virgil leaned forward and closed the distance himself.

  Roman melted into the kiss and could have sworn he tasted raspberries on Virgil’s breath. Virgil’s arms found themselves draped over Roman’s shoulders and his fingers played in his hair as Roman drew Virgil closer still, never wanting to let go of the person he’d loved so dearly for years, blind to it as denial had taken hold of him.

  And it was all over much too quickly as Virgil pulled apart just enough to speak. “I think it’s finally tomorrow…” He said, breathlessly, his eyes traveling from Roman’s chest up to his golden brown eyes.

  Roman smiled and rested his forehead against Virgil’s. “I think I like tomorrow…!” He caught Virgil up in another kiss and the two blissfully fell into one another.

  And Roman decided he quite liked camping, after all.

To my anon, you are never ever ever a burden!! I love writing! And as you can see, got a little carried away with this one! I really hope it’s something you like!!

[thekitchenismykingdom]

Take Me Out to the Ball Game - Lovestruck Fanfiction

Relationship: Lucien Rivercrest/Roman Tarrenglade Rating: G Summary: Roman is a huge baseball fan and goes with Lucien to see the Mariners play against the Blue Jays. A catch, a kiss, and a fun date. A/N: Lucien and Roman have such a fun dynamic  in the series. Of course I’d end up shipping them. Roman is the “idiot sandwich” to Lucien’s Gordon Ramsay lol

Cheers rang out in the stadium as the sun shone down on the rowdy fans of Seattle. Beer sloshed in cups, popcorn flew through the air, and vendors waved their pretzels around for sale. A couple, one dressed appropriately for the occasion and the other more casual, sat in the middle of the stadium behind second base. The clear baseball fan of the two held a jumbo, overpriced hot dog in one hand and a small container of a bright red jam, the same colour as his hair in fact, in the other. He poured some of the jam onto the hot dog, and when satisfied, snapped the container closed and put it away.

Examining the hot dog carefully, from the line of yellow mustard to the jam he had just put on, Roman finally took a bite.

"Mmm, I can't believe I haven't tried a hot dog until now," he said between chews. "Human food really isn't that bad!"

Lucien hummed and munched on his peanut snacks. A little too sweet for his taste, but they would do for a ball game.

"Perhaps I could convince Liora to add these to the menu..." Roman continued, musing to himself after each bite. 

Lucien stopped chewing and glanced at Roman.

"Yes, because these 'jumbo' hot dogs in tasteless buns belong next to my petit fours and raspberry charlotte."

"I would make them just as fancy as your petit fours, Lucien! They would be gourmet."

"Assuming I baked the perfect bun to go with them, maybe."

"I can jazz up any food and you know it," Roman countered with a huff. "This jam I whipped up from cooked gengan fruit adds a wonderfully complex spice and sweetness that pairs perfectly with the tangy mustard and this, ah, all beef hotdog."

Lucien smirked, but put his hand on top of Roman's and gave it a small squeeze.

"Come on, the bottom of the seventh is about to start."

--

Lucien could see the excitement in Roman's face, feel it in the way Roman gripped his hand as the game wound down to its final inning. It was the bottom of the ninth and the Mariners were losing to the Blue Jays by one run, with only one man out, and one of their best hitters was at bat.

"The Mariners are so close! A run would tie it, and another would win the whole thing!"

"I didn't think they were any good," Lucien mumbled, and Roman glared at him.

"The true point is to go on a date and watch a baseball game, but they have a chance at victory! Even bottom teams win sometimes."

The Blue Jays were also in the bottom, a fact Roman was well aware of, and Lucien sighed. 

His eyes were drawn back to the diamond with a CRACK as the batter swung and hit the ball, sending it into the corner of right field.

"Oh, oh! Fair ball! FAIR BALL!!!" Roman shouted and cheered as the batter ran across first, then second, and finally slid into third plate just as the ball went sailing into the third baseman's glove.

"SAFE!"

Roman whooped and punched his hand into his shiny baseball glove.

"Come on boys, get a homerun. A homerun!"

"Yell a little louder and maybe they'll hear you," Lucien teased, settling into his seat and stealing a sip of Roman's drink.

"Oh Lucien, at least pretend to have fun," Roman muttered, eyes rolling as he focused on the game.

"I am," he defended. "I always have fun with you." When Roman didn't respond, Lucien turned back to the game.

The second batter stepped up to the plate and rolled his shoulders before setting up. After a moment the pitcher wound up and sent a nasty screwball straight into the catcher's glove. The batter didn't even twitch.

The second pitch was a fastball, and this time the batter swung. He just missed the ball as that too went flying into the catcher's mitt. 

Roman had a hand over his mouth, rubbing his face as he shimmied to the edge of his seat. One more strike and the batter would be out.

Taking some time to loosen up, the batter kicked at some dirt on the plate and set up once more, the bat moving loosely in his grip. The pitcher wound up and unleashed a slider. The batter swung and missed as the ball suddenly dropped, once more into the catcher's mitt.

A collective groan could be heard in the stands, but Roman stayed focused on the game. The next batter made his way to home plate, a fresh trade from another team. Roman turned to Lucien and said, "This guy will do it. I know he will."

"You can predict the future now?"

"Laugh all you want, but I know we're winning this thing," Roman sniffed and turned back to the game. Lucien stared at him before looking back to the game himself, and watched a bad pitch almost miss the catcher entirely. A ball on the first pitch. 

The second pitch was a fastball and the batter just got a piece of it, fouling it. Lucien looked around to make sure no one was watching and quickly drew his sigil for a luck spell. He then sat back and watched a curveball go past the batter as the umpire signalled for a second strike.

"Oh come on, come on..." Roman said through gritted teeth. Lucien almost laughed at the sight, not really understanding Roman's interest in this human sport but happy to go to games with him all the same. He refrained from laughing, however, wanting Roman to enjoy the experience. 

The batter finally set up, planting his feet into the dirt and staring down the pitcher. With the ball in hand and having received the signal from the catcher, the pitcher finally wound up and threw a hard fastball. With the loudest CRACK of the game the ball hit the bat and went sailing into the air and over the field.

"Roman, get your glove ready! It looks like-"

"I GOT IT!!!" Roman yelled as he jumped up from his seat and caught the ball. He cheered and whooped and held up the ball in his glove as the announcers went wild.

"A two-run homerun and the Mariners take it 5-4 over the Blue Jays! What a spectacular finish!!!"

--

"Oh Lucien, I can't believe it! I knew they were going to win, of course, but to actually catch a ball from a homerun? A ball from the game-winning homerun!? It's a dream come true!" 

"And what are the odds you would catch the homerun baseball after predicting a Mariners win?"

They were walking back to the cafe hand-in-hand and Roman briefly let go to once again examine the baseball, turning it over in his hands and running his fingers over the red lacing. It seemed to Lucien he had done that at least 15 times since leaving the stadium.

"I know you had something to do with it," Roman said.

"Perhaps, but I had nothing to do with that homerun. Your man came through."

"That he did! I told you he would."

"Was it the highlight of the game for you?" Lucien asked, and Roman nodded.

"Of the game? Yes, definitely the best part. The whole thing was fantastic, except the fourth inning, and we had such great seats, and the food! I always love trying out human food when we go out."

Roman was gushing about the sheer amount of food one could purchase at a sporting event, talking about the hot dogs covered in chili and cheese, the giant salty pretzels, and massive bags of popcorn. Lucien smiled to himself, watching Roman's already bright eyes sparkle as he talked and talked about everything he liked at the game.

"-And I know it's not your favourite thing to do, but going to games together truly is some of the best time I've spent with you, Lucien. Putting up with my extreme enthusiasm and the human food-"

They stopped abruptly just outside the café and Roman grabbed Lucien's hand, turning to face him. 

"It means the world to me, and I will always be grateful for every day we spend together, every meal we eat together, just...everything. It is all so, so special to me, and I love you all the more for it."

Roman leaned forward and gave Lucien a soft kiss on the cheek, and Lucien turned his face to capture Roman's lips in a stronger kiss, chest tight with emotion at the sweet words Roman said just for him.

"You're special to me, too," Lucien murmured, keeping Roman close. "The most special person in my life. That won't change."

Roman's cheeks reddened as deep as his hair, only overshadowed by the brilliant smile on his face.

"You sweet-talker, you. Come on, I think there are some leftovers in the kitchen. Those peanuts aren't exactly filling." His smile turned into a devilish grin then, as he added, "Unless you'd prefer a different kind of-"

"Just get inside," Lucien grumbled, rolling his eyes at Roman's antics and the untimely shattering of the moment. Roman followed Lucien into the cafe, snickering all the while.

[thebookworm-lebouquineur]

ANOTHER GRAFFITI ARTIST / WRITER: REVS’SUBWAY NYC

Page 1 of many - “To Joe Public: You might be askin yourself right now, what is this shit…what is this all about? Its about a kid who is just livin his life and tellin his story. The only one he knows how.”

"A Joe Public : Vous vous demandez peut-être en ce moment, qu'est-ce que c'est que cette merde... de quoi s'agit-il ? Il s'agit d'un enfant qui ne fait que vivre sa vie et raconter son histoire. La seule qu'il connaisse."

 Text is broken up by gaps in the wall: PAGE 22 (BTK) OF STILLWELL — WE WERE BOTH CHECKIN SHIT OUT MY PIECE ROLLED IN + THERE ON IR … ABOVE ME THAT … WE GO THRU THE … WRITES … THEN HE POINTS … A FEW SECONDS OF … HE NIPPED ME BUT I LET IT GO … BECOME FRIENDS���HE HAD A … WHO WROTE … I GOT TO KNOW … BKLYN WRITERS … NSA. ETC ONE DAY ME + IR … LUNCH AT THIS … ON  SMITH ST — I BOCKROCKED … MEAT — HE DIDN’T ROCK … ASTOR DT CAUGHT ME + CUTTED ME IN THE BACK … + HE LET ME GO … LUCKY – REVS!

Le texte est découpé par des trous dans le mur : PAGE 22 (BTK) DE STILLWELL - NOUS ÉTIONS TOUS LES DEUX EN TRAIN DE VÉRIFIER MON MORCEAU ROULÉ + LÀ SUR IR ... AU-DESSUS DE MOI QUE ... NOUS PASSONS PAR LE ... ÉCRIT ... PUIS IL POINTE ... QUELQUES SECONDES DE ... IL M'A PINCÉ MAIS J'AI LAISSÉ TOMBER ... DEVENIR AMIS - IL AVAIT UN ... QUI A ÉCRIT ... J'AI APPRIS À CONNAÎTRE ... LES ÉCRIVAINS DE BKLYN ... NSA. ETC. UN JOUR, J'AI DÉJEUNÉ AVEC LUI ... SUR LA RUE SMITH - J'AI FAIT DU ROCK ... DE LA VIANDE - IL N'A PAS FAIT DE ROCK ... ASTOR M'A ATTRAPÉ + M'A COUPÉ DANS LE DOS ... + IL M'A LAISSÉ PARTIR ... CHANCEUX - REVS !

 PAGE 25 OF MANY 1/16/98 LUCKY ME, TOOK ALL MY DOE THAT I SAVED UP FOR 3 YEARS ABOUT 6 GRAND THAT WAS 2 JOBS — SODA CAN CHANGE + THE SELLIN OF SOME SHIT — MY LIFE SAVINGS — WENT DOWN TO ATLANTIC CITY WITH HOPE, J. YOUNG AND BLITZ — PUT IT ALL ON RED!!! AND CAME BACK TO BKLYN WITH 12 GEES! GEE. MAN IT FELT GOOD — IT WAS ABOUT TIME!! THANKX – REVZ

PAGE 25 DE BEAUCOUP 1/16/98 J'AI EU DE LA CHANCE, J'AI PRIS TOUTE MA FORTUNE QUE J'AVAIS ÉCONOMISÉE PENDANT 3 ANS - ENVIRON 6 000 $, SOIT 2 EMPLOIS - LE SODA PEUT CHANGER + LA VENTE DE QUELQUES MERDES - MES ÉCONOMIES DE TOUTE UNE VIE - JE SUIS DESCENDUE À ATLANTIC CITY AVEC ESPOIR, J. YOUNG ET BLITZ - METTEZ TOUT EN ROUGE !!! ET JE SUIS REVENU À BKLYN AVEC 12 MILLIERS DE DOLLARS ! GEE. MEC, ÇA FAIT DU BIEN - IL ÉTAIT TEMPS !! MERCI - REVZ

 page 27 of many We were scopin out the station when we ran into "EK" & "TP" (ter dodes) told em i was gonna do whole car top to bottom - them looked surprised cause 86st aint that kind of lam up - whon went in i realized there was nowdy to pull it off so we du    - the train was dark bombed!!! damn what a great smell! them were ikin purple mops awe used paint...

Page 27 de beaucoup - Nous étions en train de sortir de la gare quand nous sommes tombés sur "EK" et "TP" (ter dodes) et leur avons dit que j'allais faire tout le wagon de haut en bas - ils avaient l'air surpris parce que la 86ème n'était pas du tout comme ça - quand nous sommes entrés, j'ai réalisé qu'il n'y avait plus rien à faire, alors nous avons du - le train était noir comme une bombe !!! putain quelle bonne odeur ! c'était comme des serpillières violettes, nous avons utilisé de la peinture...

 PAGE 37 OF MANY 5/22/98 … ALWAYS FIGHTIN WITH EACH … TAN AND SKINNY HE REMINDS ME OF SPONE … REAL FOUL MOUTH … THEY USED TO CURSE THEIR MOTHER — IT WAS FUNNY — THEY WERE LIKE A COMEDY TEAM!! ID GO TO THEIR HOUSE + LISTEN TO KISS AND CHRIS WOULD RECITE “SATURDAY NITE LIVE” WITH “JANE YOU IGNORANT SLUT!” + WHEN THIS MAN WOULD GET MAD CHRIS WOULD TELL HER “HEY”… |

PAGE 37 DE BEAUCOUP DE 5/22/98 ... TOUJOURS À SE BATTRE AVEC CHACUN ... BRONZÉ ET MAIGRE IL ME RAPPELLE LE SPONE ... VÉRITABLE BOUCHE FÉTIDE ... ILS AVAIENT L'HABITUDE DE MAUDIRE LEUR MÈRE - C'ÉTAIT DRÔLE - ILS ÉTAIENT COMME UNE ÉQUIPE DE COMIQUES ! J'ALLAIS CHEZ EUX, J'ÉCOUTAIS LES BAISERS ET KRIS RÉCITAIT "SATURDAY NITE LIVE" AVEC "JANE, ESPÈCE DE SALOPE IGNORANTE !" + QUAND CET HOMME SE METTAIT EN COLÈRE, CHRIS LUI DISAIT "HEY"...

 NO RIGHTS… PAGE 38 OF MANY 5/22/98 THEN THERE WAS THIS FAT OLD LADY WITH A CANE WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR TO FELIX — SHE HAD DYED CURLY BLONDE HAIR — WED PLAY PUNCH BALL IN FRONT OF FELIX’S BUILDING + SHE’D STORM THE STOOP + RIFF HARD! SHE’D TELL US “GO AWAY” — “PLAY IN FRONT OF YOUR OWN BUILDING” … DONT LIVE HERE! WED SAY YEAH “FELIX” LIVE HERE + SHE’D SAY SO WHAT! … PLAYIN ON THE SIDEWALK OR HANGIN ON THE STOOP! SO WE… – REVS DOOLES-

PAS DE DROITS... PAGE 38 DE BEAUCOUP 5/22/98 ALORS IL Y AVAIT CETTE VIEILLE GROSSE DAME AVEC UNE CANNE QUI VIVAIT À CÔTÉ DE FELIX - ELLE AVAIT TEINT LES CHEVEUX BLONDS BOUCLÉS - MARIÉ JOUER AU PUNCH BALL DEVANT L'IMMEUBLE DE FELIX + ELLE PRENAIT D'ASSAUT LE PERRON + RIFF DUR ! ELLE NOUS DISAIT "ALLEZ-VOUS-EN" - "JOUEZ DEVANT VOTRE PROPRE IMMEUBLE" ... NE VIVEZ PAS ICI ! ON DISAIT "OUI, FÉLIX" HABITE ICI + ELLE DISAIT "ET ALORS ?" ... JOUER SUR LE TROTTOIR OU S'ACCROCHER SUR LE PERRON ! ALORS ON... - REVS DOOLES-

 PAGE 91 OF MANY 2/20/99 THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS YUPPIES BACK THEN SCOOTIN ROUND IN THEIR SAABS AND BMWS – EATIN FAKE GOURMET FOOD AND 7 GRAIN BREAD MOST OF US GREW UP ON WONDER BREAD WITH PEANUT BUT & JELLY OR BOLOGNA SANDWICHES (WITH MUSTARD)! WATCHIN ZOOM ON T.V. OR SESAME STREET OR SIGMUND + THE SEAMONSTER OR FAT ALBERT OR THE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW — YEAH … WAKIN UP AT 5AM ON A SATURDAY MORNIN + WATCHIN CARTOONS!! WHATS UP DOC?? REVS

PAGE 91 DE BEAUCOUP DE 2/20/99, IL N'Y AVAIT PAS DE YUPPIES À L'ÉPOQUE QUI SE PROMENAIENT DANS LEURS SAABS ET BMW - MANGEANT DE LA FAUSSE NOURRITURE GASTRONOMIQUE ET DU PAIN AUX 7 CÉRÉALES ; LA PLUPART D'ENTRE NOUS AVONS GRANDI AVEC DU PAIN MIRACULEUX AVEC DU BEURRE DE CACAHUÈTE & DE LA GELÉE OU DES SANDWICHES À LA MORTADELLE (AVEC DE LA MOUTARDE) ! REGARDER ZOOM SUR T.V. OU SESAME STREET OU SIGMUND + LE SEAMONSTER OU FAT ALBERT OU LE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW - OUAIS ... SE RÉVEILLER À 5H DU MATIN UN SAMEDI MATIN + REGARDER DES DESSINS ANIMÉS ! QU'EST-CE QU'IL Y A DE MIEUX ? REVS

 ​PAGE 143 OF MANY 10/14/99 PERSONALITIES — LOUD POLITICS IN THE HARDCORE WORLD … GAME I KNOW — WHOSE DOWN — WHOSE “COOL,” WHO AINT!! — A SOCIAL GAME … ANTI-SOCIAL PEOPLE! — JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE BUT HOT … DIFFERENT IS THERES NO OFFICIAL FORMULA, WRITTEN RULES OR LEGAL … JUST UNDERSTOOD ONES! BUT ITS STILL BETTER THAN ALL THE SHIT THATS OUT THERE — THE LITTLE SCAM AT CBGBS WAS FOR 1 PERSON DAY … GET STAMPED + THEN TRANSFER IT TO AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE (FRESH INK) – REVS

PAGE 143 DE NOMBREUSES PERSONNALITÉS DU 14/10/99 - LA POLITIQUE BRUYANTE DANS LE MONDE DU HARDCORE ... JEU QUE JE CONNAIS - DONT LE BAS - DONT LE "COOL", QUI N'EST PAS ! - UN JEU SOCIAL ... DES GENS ANTISOCIAUX ! - COMME TOUT CE QUI N'EST PAS CHAUD ... DIFFÉRENT EST QU'IL N'Y A PAS DE FORMULE OFFICIELLE, DE RÈGLES ÉCRITES OU LÉGALES ... JUSTE DES RÈGLES COMPRISES ! MAIS C'EST QUAND MÊME MIEUX QUE TOUTES LES MERDES QUI EXISTENT - LA PETITE ARNAQUE CHEZ CBGBS ÉTAIT POUR 1 JOUR-PERSONNE ... SE FAIRE TAMPONNER + PUIS LE TRANSFÉRER À AUTANT D'AMIS QUE POSSIBLE (ENCRE FRAÎCHE) – REVS

 PAGE 221 OF MANY MIR (BTK) DIED IN 87 — HE WAS DRIVIN ON THE BQE … SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE CAR — HE GOT OUT TO LOOK — A DRUNK OFF DUTY COP SWERVED INTO HIM + KILLED HIM — HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK ME UP — I KNOW IF I WAS THERE … OUT TOO! IT AINT SMART TO HANG BY A DEAD CAR IN A LIVE LANE. BUT WHEN YOUR 18-19 YOU DONT KNOW NO BETTER — NOTHIN HAPPENED TO THE COP CAUSE COPS PROTECT YOUR OWN … ONE OF A BILLION INSTANCES… |

PAGE 221 DE NOMBREUX MIR (BTK) SONT MORTS EN 87 - IL CONDUISAIT SUR LE BQE ... QUELQUE CHOSE EST ARRIVÉ À LA VOITURE - IL EST SORTI POUR REGARDER - UN FLIC IVRE HORS SERVICE A FAIT UNE EMBARDÉE SUR LUI + L'A TUÉ - IL ÉTAIT CENSÉ ME PRENDRE - JE SAIS SI J'ÉTAIS LÀ ... DEHORS AUSSI ! C'EST PAS TRÈS MALIN DE SE RETROUVER À CÔTÉ D'UNE VOITURE MORTE SUR UNE VOIE DE CIRCULATION. MAIS QUAND TU AS 18-19 ANS, TU NE SAIS PAS CE QUI T'ARRIVE - RIEN N'EST ARRIVÉ AU FLIC PARCE QUE LES FLICS PROTÈGENT LES SIENS ... UN CAS SUR UN MILLIARD ...

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[bloodsplatteredmoon]

"... You know what? I think that the shadow operatives were nice decoration~...Buuuut that doesn't matter. I mean, you got them down, right? There's nothing I can do."

@generalkuma

[~☪~]“... Don’t push your luck with me. You had my friends hanging from crosses similar to what Ikutsuki did to them to make them sacrifices to bring on the Fall. I’ll either clip off the end of your cigar and hat with my ax or your head.”