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[ellsbclls]

yeah okay what do you call a fix it fic but instead of fixing it you make everything so much worse because that’s what i’m doing rn

[nefling]

Genya starter for @swordsxandxsakuras (Nezuko)

His mind did nothing but wander, just randomly thinking. The halls of the butterfly mansion making his head ache, remembering exactly why he was here. It was just another one of those stupid checkups, making sure every demon slayer was fine. Was he? Honestly he was never able to tell.

Yet something caught the young demon munchers eyes, a girl who was more than familiar. She must've been the one he told to get out of the hot springs. He couldn't forget those oddly cute— what?? She isn't— Its a she..

Genya stood there, essentially towering over the girl, right infront of her. Purple eyes not sure if he should look at her or not. Maybe avert his gaze?? God she was adorable. How could he not look at her?? That tingly feeling in his chest gave it away, he was blushing like a mad man. Mouth slightly agape. Genya didn't realize she was a girl when they first met— he definitely won't make that mistake twice.

Swallowing his pride, he somehow managed to put his asshole facade back on. A stern mean look on his face. Even if his voice did crack in the middle of the sentence.. ❝ O-Out of my way! ❞ He didn't mean to stutter either. What an idiot.

[infernal-feminae]

Muse Added: Emberlynn

*Sighs loudly*

[vindictiae]

@photobombingcryptid "Please - we don't rob the watering grounds. We drink, get drunk, pass out and drink some more!"

"I mean, granted mech.. but ya never know. I'll come armed, just in case. Maybe even come in legged too."

Are those finger guns? He'll never tell.

[countlessrealities]

@slickmcrty sent: “Please don’t fuck this up, Rick. He’s like the nicest Rick ever.” for AR (him talking about E-Rick)

Rick glared as his mouth curled down into a scowl. Was he being judged for how he handled his relationships by a fourteen-years-old? Seriously? The little shit knew nothing about that stuff. Sure, he had a little boyfriend, but that hardly made him an expert.

He, on the other hand, had experience. He also had a shitty record, with a divorce and a dead daughter, but that didn't count right now. He knew how to deal with all this. Flirting, sex, dates, presents. Feelings in themselves were harder to handle, but...he had his strategies and methods.

As for the fact that most of said strategies and methods revolved around either avoidance or "fake it until you make" behaviours, that was for him and him alone to know.

"A-Alright, first of all, none of your business," he hissed at the teen, failing not to sound defensive. "I-It's my love life, s-so let me worry about it. S-Secondly, fuck you for assuming that I-I'll mess it up."

The kid knew some stuff about him, but he didn't know what mattered. He didn't really know him, so he had no right to judge him.

Still, that didn't change that Morty was right, did it? He was a fuck-up. He had ruined all his most important bonds, platonic and romantic alike. So, he was well aware that he could have easily ruined what he had with E-Rick too. Hell, deep down, he was expecting himself to do it, sooner or later.

He destroyed everything he touched, always and anyway, as his past history had proved over and over. His boyfriend would have been better off without him, and he knew it. However, he was greedy and selfish and he refused to be the one to spare him and let him go.

Looking away from Slick, he took a long gulp of liquor from the ever-present bottle on the coffee table. As he swallowed, the annoyance drained from his expression, replaced by a gloomier emotion.

"...L-Listen, I'm trying, alright? H-He's one of the truly fuckin' decent people I know, s-so...I'm trying to do right by him. H-He deserves at least that."

{ @mcltiples - mentioned }

[sinfulparadise]

Source!!

[cassieslee]

You've been awfully quiet lately, Matt. Is everything okay? I was hoping I could talk to you if you had a little time to spare. @flatbacks

[b-sozoku]

[ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace

AS A PAIR OF SLENDER ARMS WRAP AROUND HIM, he finds himself instinctively FLINCHING at the contact. Not EXPECTING to be embraced, his face twists with BEWILDERMENT at how CASUAL the other is — as if it was a COMMON occurrence for him. Recovering from the INITIAL shock, SHŌJIRŌ reluctantly returns the hug. His arms wrap around the other GENTLY, as if he was afraid to HARM him. Clearing his throat AWKWARDLY, his arms drop to his sides, in DEFEAT.

 “   DIDN’T I tell you to tone it down when we are around people?   ” his voice is as GRUFF as usual, though it holds some SOFTNESS to it. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t be hard on SCARABIA’s housewarden for too long. His ROUGH hand moves to ruffle KALIM's white hair, a habit he developed from interacting with his YOUNGER SISTER.  “   Alright, alright. I am glad to see you too,   ” his demeanor relaxes a bit more, DESPITE his prior apprehension. He DETACHES the other from himself, but keeps him close to his side. 

“   SO, let’s get down to business. Which moves did you wanna practice again?   ”

[spiritodellaria]

@shibayama-junpei

Strings of Digicode unwrap around Fairymon, revealing a defeated Izumi carrying Takuya's goggles.

" ...Junpei. We need to talk. "

[nightmarefuele]

🤛(Joker <3)

The grunt he makes is like a placeholder for a cocktail of feelings he may or may not really have: Surprise. Delight. And— even the littlest pinch of pity.

Because Elektra's only got flashing seconds before he's in close, way too close for fragile comforts, 'cause it seems like she's forgotten how ruthless her own anger can be. (Or is that passion? 'There even a difference?) Oh— Joker knows she's not fragile, not at all. He'd bet all the gasoline in the world on a broken, tragic past.

“What's that?” Lips are right up by her ear, cheek to cheek, he's using her own force against her 'til her neck's wrapped up in one muscular elbow and a sharpened AKC Concord 077. In the other fingers: he's got her hair in knots, coiling it tight around his leather fist. “Sorry?” he rumbles, like his voice could just as easily be a snake. (Her skin's oh-so-smooth. Or maybe his mouth's just so mangled that any other texture might as well be.)

“Wanna try using yer words, E-lek-tra Natchios? Or should we wrestle instead?”

[ellsbclls]

i assume....you are the sweetest person who has ever lived!

your assumption . . . is just as adorable as you are! every time you say that my hear grows three times its weight 🥺

[nefling]

@fallesto † ∞ † continued

┍━»•» ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💤 ꒱ ᴇ ɴ ᴍ ᴜ 電車野郎

If he was being honest, it felt invigorating to have a new mission— a new high. Adrenaline seemed to flash before him as he shivered once more. A soft blush scattered over his grey skin, eyes half lidded. Nodding as he had simply walked off. Not even saying a word. His mind was made.

He would do whatever was needed to bring one of the ubuyashiki children to Muzan, or two of the heads of Hashira.

A week passed, only for the train wreck to appear at the infinity castle once more. This time he waited, humming a song to himself. To much of his dislike, he had failed to grab one of the ubuyashiki children. Though, he had obtained some information regarding the child with Hanafuda earrings, and the head of the water pillar. An ambush was the best to accompany that depressed one, he didn't even put up much of a fight in his dream.

━━･❪ ✩ ❫ ･━━

━━･❪ ✩ ❫ ･━━

“Hm.. hmm hmm~ Bum~ Da~” He started to hum louder, awaiting for Nakime to teleport him of her own accord as he could feel her emotion of distate from before. Or atleast he could hint at it from the way she sounded.

With his new feat, he licked some of the crimson liquid off his hands from the head that nestled in his lap. Black inky locks scattered over the stripes. All of this to please a monster. A pathetic way to live.

┕━»•» ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💤 ꒱

[infernal-feminae]

put  ‘   📲  ‘  in  my  ask  to  send  my  muse  an  intentional  nude.

@e-m-p-error said: 📲  - (Val for Beelza!)

Oh, cool. Another nude pic to add to her gallery. She'll have to remind herself to send him one later. But for now...

[text -> Daddy💞] Nice cock

[text -> Daddy💞] Bet it'd look better in my mouth ;)

[vindictiae]

Showdown.

@red-in-revolt "you're a thorn in my side, why don't you remember?"

He regards the other from the balcony he's climbed onto. His frame rests almost indolently against the balustrade- an energon dagger dangling from black claws in a calculatedly careless manner. Sharp optics watch the mech intently, their ember-hot reds with the incandescent focusing ring.

"Been a long time comin', hasn' it- brightspark."

[countlessrealities]

Send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: ✧ { To AR & SR from E-Rick ! }

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[hellsrebellion]

'Stay.'

It wasn't a command. And Roman was once again reminded that this version of Camilla both confused and terrified him. Rather than demanding with harshness, it's a gentle plea within her soft voice. Had there been some sort of domineering tone to it, he might've just offered some muttered excuse as to why he needed to go.

He was busy-- and he didn't necessarily need rest or sleep like she did. It was optional; although his meat suit certainly would've appreciated it. Not that there was anyone in there with needs, he'd made sure of that. It had been more on the front of selfishness than him having some 'sanctity of human life' bullshit.

'You can pretend and act like you're so different from the others, but how good can you be? You're holding someone hostage inside their own body right now, you're no better.' Roman still remembered a time not too long ago when she'd looked at him with disgust and voiced her disdain for him.

Her words like daggers, sharp with the intention to cut him up.

"Meat suit was already dead." He'd retorted flatly, turning back to face her after nearly leaving Singer's because he 'didn't need this shit'. Not knowing why he even felt the need to whip around explaining himself to her- as if he needed to. He could've just left despite the tether, then it would've been on her to call him back if she wanted to continue throwing verbal punches. Remind him of what he was, the hatred she harbored toward him. "Gunshot victim.. he'd already been beamed up, Scotty…he'd flatlined, they called time- lights out. There ain't nobody in here with me." His words had been spit with the same amount of venom, "So.. got anything else you wanna reem me for.. or we done for now?"

At the time, Roman had just accepted they'd never be able to see beyond black eyes and soullessness-- she'd always circle right back around to what he was despite his intentions. When Camilla had been of her own judgement Roman remembered her trying to reason with the Winchesters and Singer that he'd gain nothing from lying to them about what he knew. She hadn't known he'd been listening, but he had. As long as she had Dean in her's, that animosity would remain.. they were the only family that she had left. She'd never do anything to compromise that.. especially side with a demon.

"Look--we don't gotta get along, don't even gotta speak to one another 'less we have to. I'm just intel, can leave all the personal shit out of the equation.. I tell you what I know, you do with that information what you will. Call me here, just make sure it's need-to-know basis.. Dean can bottle his noise up 'til this is over and take me out for what Azazel did to his family after- we all got bigger problems right now."

It hadn't been some lifetime ago-- they'd still only known one another for a few months now. Which is why it was unnerving how quickly she'd become something.. important to him. He did care what she thought of him, had wanted her trust and that sense of longing he'd been grappling with never faded out, it only grew the longer he was around her.

Roman's expression softens on her in slight at the singular word, shifting his weight in his worn combats as those doe eyes search his own. He swallows and nods, barely detectable.

"Alright.." he says quietly to her, his low and deep voice in that uncharacteristically gentle tone- the one he only ever held with her when she got like this. Confusing, infuritating.. he didn't know which it was more of anymore.

Once again he just finds himself full of excuses. They were states away from the Winchesters, Bobby, Ellen, that weapon stash, her books.. anything she had that could've protected her or evened the odds should anyone downstairs have caught wind that she was alone in the city, and taken their chances trying to catch her off guard.

He had to stay.. to keep her safe.

But deep down, he knows better. Those hex bags kept her invisible-- nobody had any idea where she was; wouldn't have been able to sniff her out if they tried and at the moment Caim and the others' priorities were more focused on the bigger picture. As satisfying as it would've been to take the last remaining Remington out for them, they wouldn't be seeking her out. The only thing that was keeping him in that hotel room with her was his desire to be there.

She'd just handed the excuse to him, by asking for him to stay.

Roman's dark orbs linger down on her when he goes to pass by, his shoulder brushing against her own as he strides over to one of the beds to sit down on the foot of it with an exhale. Unsure of what to do then. It would've been less uncomfortable gargling holy water than it was trying to do this little song and dance, pretend like what was going on wasn't going on.

"Should've picked up some cards.. or.. Monopoly or somethin'.." he finally mumbles, sniffing and lifting his gaze to her. His head of unruly hair shakes once as his gaze flicks away from her again; untrusting that his own eyes wouldn't wander all over her, palms spreading down his thighs as he shifts on the mattress.

And he knew.. of course he fucking knew that she was treading a line seeing if he would finally cross over it. But she was the only thing he was terrified of.. and never for the reasons it would've made sense for him to be. He'd have never given her that knife she had tucked away in her bag if that were the case. It would be more likely Hell froze over before he ever allowed himself to give into the temptation she was offering him. No matter how badly he may have wanted to. The dynamic was already a complicated mess as was.. he couldn't imagine how much more complicated it would be if he did.

'You're walking a very dangerous path, Roman.' Jericho's words echo in his mind with warning. God knew he was.

"Can't help but keep wonderin'.." he finally starts again, any sense of amusement he'd held before drained from his voice entirely as his dark orbs stay planted on the warped wooden floor of that seedy hotel room. "..once this ends.. however it does.." he pauses in thought, his gaze finally lifting in search of her.

"..say we kill Lilith- Caim.. stop the domino effect should they start breakin' these seals. Lucifer never pops the cage.. or the war happens, and humanity wins.." he lists through scenarios, shrugging at her a bit as his gaze lingers up at her and shifts.

"You ain't the only hunter, Camilla.." he says finally, a warning in his tone- a knowing one. "Dean.. I don't know any way of savin' him.. even if that's the case, there's just as many hunters like Dean out there as there are like you, like Sam.." he explains in an even tone, swallowing as he stares up at her from the end of the bed.

" ..once the behemoth is out the way.. we both know who the targets are gonna be and other hunters aren't gonna be so understandin' that we ain't all the same." He exhales slowly as he watches her, nodding and dropping his gaze again.

He didn't know what he was looking for. Typically it was her looking to him for reassurance and he wasn't even sure that's what this was. More that he was just explaining a valid reason as to why he wouldn't even let himself get close to her- not any closer than he already was. Ever since Jericho jumping down his throat over his priorities it had turned into Roman just.. scrapbooking moments he'd had with her, the seed already having been planted that there was as much an inevitability here as there was with Dean's clock ticking, as there was with this little pissing contest between Hell and the Heavens. And to Roman that inevitability was only going to be harder if he allowed himself to let her in anymore than she already was…

"Likelihood is I'm gonna have to disappear.. once this is over." he says finally, his tone lowering as he swallows again. Not wanting to look up at her again for fear of what he'd find there. The worst part was that it didn't matter if any line was crossed or not. Camilla had crept into that godforsaken organ in his chest like a thief in the night and he already knew that he wouldn't be the same afterward. She'd made him feel the closest to human as he'd ever get again.

He didn't know if that was better, or worse in the end of things.'