#○ ° ★ . * 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.

[rake-rake]

@masterofchaldea

❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ // for vortigern!

200 random dialogue prompts.

He swats her hand away right before it can as much as grace the fur of his mantle. The open smile on his face clashing with the rough action, yet he seems happy to ignore it.

"Please don't touch me. I might just throw up on your shoes." he seems utterly unapologetic, "I don't need nor want anything from you, so keep your distance, alright?"

[katikis]

but inside !!!!!!!!

"What? No, I only have a small pouch of tentacles there. Everyone knows about enbies having tentacles, right?"

[rake-rake]

@asagamifujiino

Fujino has brought a cup of tea for Da Vinci.

Unprompted.

The Mona Lisa's smile never stutters, thus the brief surprise is shown in her gaze only, followed by appreciation and a grateful nod of her head. She might be dead, but the warmth that seeps through her gloves as she holds the cup is the same she felt upon endless nights of work when she was still flesh and blood, brought to her along a sandwich by an exasperated Mickey. The scolding was also part of the package.

"Signorina Asagami...! You shouldn't have bothered, yet I deeply appreciate it, you are kind." the amount of sugar is perfect too. Was it just luck? Then again, Da Vinci was perfect in every sense, luck was just another one she had to consider, "It seems I've lost track of time once again, but what about you? Do you enjoy visiting an inventor in her workshop this late at night? I don't complain, truly, but I apologize for the disarray. I'm sure I can find an empty seat somewhere around here for you—" or make one, as she shoves away a pile of documents to empty one, "There...! Please feel free to join me if you would like."

[rake-rake]

@inferiorty

i think we need to kill this guy pretender

Unprompted.

"Gladly~! But why are you still calling me that? You know you can use my name, yes? Say it with me, Lord Kadoc. O~be~ron~! I know it would sounds nicely coming from your lips."

[rake-rake]

@masterofchaldea

"you don't give an inch, do you?" //to vortigern!!

The serpent and the wings of night.

"What do you mean? I give plenty of inches, it's just you who doesn't notice. Bit of head in the clouds, huh? Didn't think I was being particularly secretive."

[rake-rake]

"SHHH!!"

Yuta's palm shoots to cover Toge's mouth, eyes frenetically glancing around in case anyone heard him, then going back to Megumi to make sure he hasn't noticed the commotion. Yuta sighs in relief, pulling his hand back and throwing his best friend a dirty glance, before leaning in closer to whisper.

"Don't say that outloud...!" he recriminates, hand holding onto his shoulder to shake him a bit, "I haven't even told anyone I like men yet-- I haven't even told you!! How did you know?!"

@capuchinofoam said: “ why are you looking at me like that? ” Yuta for Toge Question prompts || Accepting

Toge's stare is completely warranted or at least, he thinks so. It's not particularly amused but the way Yuta thinks he's being particularly sneaky by stealing glances at Megumi isn't something that anyone with eyes can ignore. Violet eyes travel from Yuta to Megumi back and forth until eventually his stare is fixed on his classmate with a look of disbelief and only bothering to respond once it's called into question. "Tsuna Mayo." You're down so bad.

[rake-rake]

@umbrannis

"would you like to tell your story to me? i'd love to hear it." Overhaul to Shigs!!

Poor deer.

"Oh, you know how it is."

Tomura leans further back against the backrest, shoulders creaking as he seemingly gets comfortable. He doesn't sound neither particularly amused nor bothered by the other's question, if rather somewhat idle, head leaning back as if watching the ceiling through the fingers of the hand on his face.

"Wretched things. We spawn, born rotten to the core from the first moment. Bad weed the righteous ones must pull out before they infect the whole garden. Not much to see there, right? No no, we should focus on what's to come instead. My dirt is not yours to dig, do me a favor and I will do you one back, yeah? That's what trust is all about."

[rake-rake]

@soulgathered

❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ // romani to oberon

Song of Achilles.

"My dear Dr. Archaman, what is it that you intend, I wonder?"

The benevolent King's smile has a strange edge to it then, sharp like fangs underneath glossed lips even as he sweetly tilts his head on the arms pillowing it, almost painting the picture of a princess melancholically watching the view outside a tower from her window. Except, he seemed too amused, too knowing and to elated for a innocent princess, his beauty the one thing to correctly match the picture, maybe even surpass.

"Have you perhaps seen too many Berserkers? Babbling fools and mad dogs... One such as me must paint a strange picture. Yet, aren't you used to me by now? Maybe I should visit you more often so that there's no doubts, I assure you, this Fae King is as real as they come."

[rake-rake]

A piece of chocolate cake is covertly left for the bug man. Definitely not from Ritsuka. Don't worry about it.

Unprompted.

"&#%$—"

It's not fear, simple caution. The last time he had any kind of experience with chocolate screams and terror and Caster's ass going oopsie were involved. It is totally normal to hide behind a couch and toss a empty take-out container at it before hiding like waiting for an explosion that does not come. So maybe it wasn't an undercover attack, but better safe than sorry.

[rake-rake]

"Oh don't you try to pull out that shit." any initial surprise is quickly overwhelmed by a pointed look, a tired sigh leaving thin lips, "Playing a victim doesn't suit you, Satoru. Are you gonna act like a kicked puppy every single time I react to you being an asshole? If so I don't know why you even stick around. I'm sure you can find someone to suck your holy dick if me treating you like a normal human it's too much for your sensibility. Honestly, I don't even know why you insist in hanging around me."

"You think?" Satoru asks before yelping with a loud "ow!" when he's elbowed, stepping away from Suguru and giving him the oh-so-desired personal space as he rubs the spot of the recent attack. "Not to stomp on your ego but I don't think he'd go for you, Suguru," he adds, shoving his hands back in his pockets. His eyes stay glued on the pavement in front of them, knowing if he looked around too much his eyes would get overwhelmed rather quickly. The six eyes still took some finesse to master. His gaze snaps back up to his friend at the mention of a shower though, mouth open in a grin to ask only to be shut down before a single sound leaves him. No fun.

"Yeah but so do you, right? So what's the difference?"

[rake-rake]

For her favorite uncle: A warm and comfortable fuzzy pink bathrobe complete with slippers, embroidered with his name and everything. Perfect for serving and listening to tea with.

Christmas thingies.

"...!!!" speechless, hands gripping the fuzzy material as though it's the most valuable thing in the world, "I didn't know Santa had such immaculate taste?!" he wasn't that knowledgeable on current fashion, but he was pretty sure this was called a rich widow robe, thus, there was only a single natural course of action, "Husband! Wife! One of you has got to die now, sorry! You can pull straws!"

[rake-rake]

Happy Solstice! Oberon gets a handmade white moth plushie, torso sized, yote at the head. It's very soft.

Christmas thingies.

"What is this?! You've perfectly captured Blanca's gorgeous likeness! Dear, come see this! Aren't you the cutest little moth to ever moth this place?! Ten points! A hundred! A thousand! Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique—"

[rake-rake]

"Kink shamed in public again?"

"Will you look at that, sweetheart? Suddenly I cannot hear."

[rake-rake]

Fuchsia is bright under snow white lashes as they watch him, pink lips in a thin inexpressive line. They have always been outstanding when it came to hiding away from their face their true feelings, but it's in moments like these, when he looks at them like that and his voice hold the ever so slightly hint of something else, that a certain emotion can be seen in their eyes.

So they approach him, never truly denying him anything. Delicate hands are placed on his shoulders as they do as silently asked and join him on his lap, their dark coat forgotten behind them as they present themselves in only the white attire of a priest. They watch, and await; maybe for a next request, or maybe to give him the time to bring back memories of this same moment a thousand years ago. Pink lips part slightly, and they watch his face closely as they finally speak.

"...Ryomen."

"Ume..."

Sukuna's voice beckons the with only a soft purr of their name. For a being who thinks emotions aside from pride and apathy are useless, there is one such emotion that Sukuna is only just curious about. In no other instance besides with this one does the faint possibility of discovering just what this feeling is like become tangible. It's one of the other reasons why he keeps them around.

His arm are open, a silent askance for them to join him in his lap. For a moment he want to indulge, if they shall let him.

@capuchinofoam for Ume

[rake-rake]

@eraba-reta-unmei

💕 [ Oberon teehee? ]

Send 💕 to pull my muse into a hug.

One, two, three.

Breathe.

Rain over his skin, worms pooling around him.

One, two, three.

Breathe.

Ants running between his teeth, spiders tangled in his hair.

One, two, three. Breathe. Breathe.

A centipede skittering into his skull, maggots burrowing into his eyes.

One, two... breathe...

Bile rising up his throat. It doesn't drown the worms.

"...My, what would you know!" he feels cold, so cold. Every touch receptor in his body gone numb. There's no sensation at all on his hand as he places it on her back, offering a few fond pats with a charming smile, "This is actually the first time I've ever been hugged! What an honor, huh~?""

[rake-rake]

@scarlxtleaves

"Wait a minute...your name is Caster and I'm your master in this thing called a Holy grail war??" The metaverse is one thing..but the fact that there's no..someone else bonded to his what?? Soul?? ever since he's gotten this weird mark on his body.

Unprompted.

"Oh my, this is quite troublesome, isn't it?"

Her silverly staff is idly spined around her fingers, a bit of an habit to reign on anxiety she's carried now for most of her life. She seems somewhat skeptic, maybe even offended, simply raising one eyebrow and raising a purple claw.

"You may call me Caster, yes; that name shall be my name this time." which meant, it wasn't her true name, and it didn't seem like she was particularly inclined to share the one. She then pouts some, cheeks puffing as her shoulders slump, "Although I will admit I find myself quite baffled; did you call upon me by accident?" and there was again, the offense, and then a somewhat defeated sight, "Oh dear, whenever I think humans can't get more incompetent they dig a new low... But it is what it is, I'm used to it by now. Are you even a proper mage, or do I have to start from zero, boy?"