#{kay 01}

[run2seob]

roblox dates

g: fluff, drabble, established relationship p: bf!hyuka x gn!reader wc: 455 w: kai is sick, based on roblox horror games, mentions of jumpscare :: requested / masterlist

turning your head to the side, the teeth cartoonishly shining back at you leave you enamored. if your gaze wandered slightly up, you would see kai’s puffed up red nose. it’s not like you’re appalled by it. in fact, it made his face cuter in your eyes. if he wasn’t sick, you would never get in this position: sitting close enough for your thighs to touch, devices secured in both hands. the screen in front of kai dimmed, the scene different from the bright light shining onto his skin a second ago. 

“yn, come sit by the fire!” he called. the sight in front of you left you in a reverie, thus forgetting about the game. while the boy next to you urged you to play the horror game, you reluctantly agreed. the two options were either a picnic game or this one, and his squinted eyes as he smiled so easily convinced you to settle on the latter. 

as your character rushes to the fire, the game’s audio emits crackling noises the closer you near. nevertheless, you can barely hear it over the lovely giggling leaving kai’s lips once you sit next to him. like a mirrored image, you’re snuggling in both the game and in real life. 

“hyuka…” you trail off, elbowing him yet keeping your gaze frozen on the screen, “what is that?” finally taking your eyes off the screen, you look at his wide ones, curious. why is he so shocked? giving into your prying urges to find the reason for his expression, you turn your head back to its original state, your screen being your only focus. 

while kai was already running– following the instruction given after the mysterious creature appeared on top of the campfire– you were barely leaving your seat, confused on how long the objective had been up. if it had been up for too long, then you definitely were not going to finish the task in time. 

your state was a major contrast to the boy next to you: panicked. the joystick was pushed all the way up, yet your character wouldn’t run any faster. finally, the cave was just in sight. but then, why couldn’t you move? the character’s feet swung in a repetitive motion, similar to when walking, but it wouldn’t move.

then, like a horror movie’s jump scare, the creature from earlier appeared behind you, the health bar dropping from 100 to zero quickly.

instead of using words, you settled with clinging to kai’s arm, linking it with your own as you watched him play on. the next scene had rain, and the next had tents. but even if your character wasn’t there for it, you had kai and that’s all you needed.

a/n: after two reqs in one day, i wish everyone a good night bcs i definitely need it. bonus under cut!

[writermuses]

There were a million reasons why the Crown Princess of Denmark should feel sick about her stomach about the trip across the Atlantic. Flying with her two young daughters was nerve wracking because small children on a plane, even if it was private, was a nightmare. Then there was the morning sickness, worse than both of her pregnancies with the girls, that had her ill all day. She'd known very early on she was pregnant, visiting a private doctor and confirming the pregnancy. Still, Aurélie had thought that maybe this one was her husband's given how quickly she started showing. Instead, it simply started earlier, the doctor telling her that her body simply 'knew what it was doing now, so it was like pitching a tent'... a concept she found horrifying. No more horrifying than the reality that the timing made this third child Ryker's. The media hadn't questioned that the children had blonde hair or bright blue eyes, chalking it up to Danish heritage and the continued secrecy around her mother, but she knew they were a spitting image of their true father.

For better or worse, Elie couldn't bring herself to stay away from the only man she'd ever loved. While going to see Ryker again was certainly dangerous in its own right because of the MC, she never worried the media would catch them. Her Head of Security, Sirius, made tedious arrangements for privacy and protection of the girls and New York had far more interesting people to snap pictures of and slather over gossip rags than the possible heir to the thrown of a tiny country an ocean away— or so she thought. Little did the princess know, the first snapshot was taken at the private airport as they moved from the jet to their armored SUV that would take them to the hotel, a breeze catching pressing her dress to her curves, making the bump hidden under her jacket a little more obvious for just a moment before she pulled it closed. It wasn't even a thought on her mind when they girls settled into their adjoining room after baths and pajamas with movies and a snack, yawns all around.

It wasn't all that late in New York, but jet lag was hitting the girls hard and it was well past their bedtime back in Denmark, so she'd texted Ryker the hotel and room number, sending Sirius off for the night. Neither of them speaking about who they both knew was the reason for this trip. When the familiar knocking pattern sounded on the door, Aurélie had washed off the travel, changed into a lace-trimmed silk slip underneath a robe, and moved around the living room sipping on ginger ale and humming to the quiet music she'd put on to calm her nerves. Pulling the door open, tugging the robe more tightly around herself, she rested her head against the door and drank him in. "You still came." Her smile quickly brightened and she moved back to allow him in, the door and robe still blocking the view of her stomach. When she closed the door, she didn't turn around immediately, locking up and then resting her forehead against the cool surface. "I'm sorry it took so long to come back."

closed starter for @thereapersmc

[minicorruptprogram]

Yo, i made an UTAU cover for the first time in forever, go check it out if you'd like!!! :3c

[unpunishble]

@kingslayerdakotakai –– continued from here.

"so this is why i never come hang out on smackdown..." a hand rested comfortably alongside charlie's back as demi was guided through the back hallways of the arena. "this seems awfully suspicious, you're not trying to kill the company's top star, right?" she playfully eyed.

[missbaphomet]

Did my makeup. First time ever using liquid eyeliner and I think I did pretty fucking good.

[spidercrush3]

So apparently I am not over Cobra Kai, because we spent a whole class learning about binary code, and all I could think about was binary boyfriends (kinda sad at this point)

[wickedlehane]

@ncmcrcy gets a night shift starter, circa 2003

Night life meant a little something different in every city. Granted, she hadn’t been old enough to experience the most of it back in Boston (not legally, anyhow...) and nowadays a lot of her evenings were spent patrolling for vamps, demons, and now the newly activated Slayers. Faith loved the darkness and the night - there was something powerful about doing her work when most of the world was asleep. But those who didn’t sleep were the reason she had to work.

This particular greasy spoon was not exactly one of LA’s most famous, but those places could be overrated anyways. The Slayer found some of the best grub at the smaller places that were just happy to have a customer or two. And for her, food that baseline edible was still a luxury most nights. She’d started with a coffee (which her metabolism would burn through in an hour, tops) and probably had just enough change in her pocket for something simple to eat, but thankfully this patrol hadn’t been working up a massive appetite. 

Actually, eating was a part of the stakeout - Faith spied a lone vamp in a booth in the corner, away from the windows. A basic but solid place to pick up a bite if you were one of the undead, given there were few clients and the hour was late. Everyone was keeping their heads down mostly, save for the cute but tired waitress keeping pulse on the front of house. She needed a plausible excuse to sit and linger.

“Hey,” Faith said, breaking the silence with a voice that spoke of prison cigarettes to keep the hunger down, “If that guy back there gives you any guff, just holler at me. M’kay?”

[l-sincline]

Listen, I am not usually one to stray from my own fanoncanon but like what if the little purple tech hologram user parallels were interesting to me okay

[spiderstaff]

@sunsage

"Do you think if I run at a door without being invited in, I would just stop? Or would it be like running into glass?"

Kay's only been a vampire for a little while, but all of the new rules are exhausting. Can't cross running water, can't have garlic, can't go somewhere without being invited... this sucks! (no pun intended).

Standing outside of a building, her foot refuses to cross the threshold as she gently prods at the boundary. She's so wrapped up in this experiment, in fact, that she finally realizes she hasn't introduced herself to the human nearby.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, no, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm new to the vampire thing, so I'm trying to test the rules. I don't know if you were different before, but getting used to these new forms is pretty weird, you know?"

[writermuses]

closed starter for @marimelwrites

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Kailani whispered to the patron standing in her museum staring at one of the pre-World War II paintings of the city. Since it was a small venue, most of the tourists were visitors and she spoke English rather than French. Kai went about her business, letting them either ignore her or speak to her in French or English. Her accent certainly gave it away that French was her native language. "Le Havre was all but destroyed during the second World War. It's almost unrecognizable when you look at that painting and realize this is the same place." She was placing artifacts that she'd just cleaned back into a case, locking it before stepping away. "If you need anything, I'll be around, so just call for Kailani- or Kai." Now she was rambling and distracting them from what they probably wanted to be a quiet evening, so she waved the words away in the air and turned to trot off to her next task.

[minicorruptprogram]

well uh

i made another cover

too lazy to make a full image or video for this one, so you just get the audio this time, sorry

UST was by suratsol :3

(yes, i added the win95 error sound here and there, i regret nothing <3)

[heartunderneath]

@rvnthcworld | Kai Parker

oh my god, are you twelve?

[sanktasolntse]

tumblr decided to erase my tags so hi

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[draoidhean]

It's her, the Saber servant. The one he had ordered Diarmuid to kill before their battle was so rudely interrupted- ah, Kayneth was not meant to be a killer. Diarmuid knew that, hadn't he? For all their struggles, they knew much more about each other- and left those things unsaid. However, to see this servant again ... ⎛ Ah, he had always been a little jealous of those who held the attention of the ones he wished would look his way ... ⎠

❝ Saber ... ❞

Had she been summoned without a master? Or was hers still lurking nearby? With most of his magecraft sealed away, he couldn't detect anyone else around them. And he ... couldn't call Diarmuid here, could he? The crimson seals had become more like faint burn scars ⎛ the war was long since over now. Deep in his heart, he knows ⎠ and all he has left are distant memories. He remembers a gunshot and a searing pain, and then there's fragments of things that he knows must've happened, but at the same time, he could never imagine himself doing.

Saber's master had been a person without any honor. Someone dangerous, someone who had no qualms using underhanded tactics. Kayneth could call Kiritsugu a natural enemy- he saw no path where he would ever see eye-to-eye with the other. It was a contradiction to the servant summoned, because Saber had held herself with honor and pride. He liked that about her ⎛ and thought it a pity that she'd have to die if he wanted his wish. ⎠

❝ When we last met, it was on a stage set for battle- for bloodshed and death. It is ... not so terrible to see you outside of that setting. Lancer always spoke highly of you. ❞

❲ @sanctummilitis ❳

[wickedlehane]

@kingkbra​ gets some vampire vibes in the Valley - Cobras have fangs, right?

"Ugh, cretins.”

Faith didn’t have a lot of options for places to comfortably loiter in avoidance of returning home. Her mother was between jobs (read: got wicked fired) and was spending every night in the arms of Jack, Jim, or Jameson if she was feeling internationally inspired. It left Faith to fend for herself, which she didn’t mind as much when her teacher was in town. British chick, training her in self-defense and ways to fight the undead.

Oh yeah, ‘cuz there were vampires in the Valley.

But Faith wasn’t supposed to kill them. Not yet. Not unless some other girl with superpowers bit the big one and the universe decided it was her turn. So she didn’t go looking for trouble she couldn’t handle. To anyone else, the idea of slaying would sound like a fantasy. A joke. Another reason for bullies like Dutch and his goons to pick on the new kid after school (as hard as she tried to present a cool, disaffected exterior).

“Don’t you mouth-breathers have anything better to do right now?” She tightened her grip on her book bag as the boys approached. “I hear you guys like to get real sweaty at night and practice your positions. All that gruntin’ and touchin’ - yeah, real manly stuff behind closed doors.”

[l-sincline]

I’ll always be your secret weapon in your arsenal