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[of-golden-guns]

Let the hunters sleep. The five man raid didn’t go too well….

The hunter in the middle is mine(mist)

The one on the left palming Crow's face is @mantleoflight (echo)

And the one caydes holding on the far right is @beyond-the-light (dani)

[fzrticv]

" So, Blitz using the book was bad I get it..

...but the man, who helped kidnap me, resulting in Ozzie being blackmailed - that was totally fine? cool cool cool..."

[helldustedstories]

@hzbinsouled asked: ❝ Y'know... you got a real talent fer playin', Ray. ❞ Anthony starts as he sits near the other. Not too close, but enough; too many prying eyes still mulling about. ❝ It's almost mesmerizin', watchin' ya perform. ❞ The blond admits, letting out a quiet laugh. Idly he twirls something in his hand before he offers it, a fairly pricey cigar he may or may not have nabbed from his father. ❝ Snagged this for ya', by th' way. All yers... ❞ He proposes, though he pauses to look around them again, cautious. ❝ ...Or we could go share it, if ya want. Whattya say... Ray-Ray~? ❞ //*gently places this in here for soulmates au bc i have a NEED*

Ray was always the first musician to arrive each night. And part of that was because he was meticulous about making sure all of the instruments were set up properly, everyone had the music they needed (if they needed it; he certainly didn't), drinks were on hand for between songs, etc. But the bigger, much more important reason was currently across the room, talking with some of the patrons.

He didn't let his eyes linger, though he could have easily watched the other all night, making it look for all the world like he was just taking in the room, the current atmosphere. It was still early enough in the evening that the place was still fairly empty, but there were a few patrons here and there, some he recognized, and a few new faces, too.

After one more sweep of the room, almost solely to let his eyes travel over the blonde once more, he turns his attention to his own instrument, though he'd probably be switching a few times tonight, as needed. Reed in his mouth, he checks over all the valves on his saxophone, making sure they're all in good, working order, oiling anything that needs to be oiled. His sax was one of the things he kept in the best shape possible; it was the whole reason he currently had a livelihood, after all, and he was gonna make sure it stayed in pristine condition.

As his fellow musicians started to file in so they could get tuned up before things actually picked up for the evening, he glanced around the room once more, this time acknowledging Anthony when he saw him with a little nod and a polite smile, though the other would see much more than that in the expression.

But for anyone observing, it was just one of the employees being polite to the boss's kid.

They played a few songs, a full set with the whole band, the way they always started out the evening. Which meant that they had a little bit of a break before they played another. One or two of the musicians would play a solo or a duet, to fill the silence, but they weren't expected to play another full set just yet.

Which was when Anthony approached him, taking a seat a polite distance away from the musician as he looked over his sheet music. He looks up at the other as he speaks, offering him another polite little smile, to keep up appearances.

"It's what got me the job," he quips dryly, little smirk on his face. Apparently Anthony wasn't done, and Ray raises an eyebrow when he notices the blonde fidgeting with something in his hand.

After a moment, Anthony holds out a cigar, which Ray takes from him, "accidentally" allowing their hands to brush as he accepts the gift.

He offers a little shrug at the suggestion, coupled with another polite smile (how he loathed such pretense, necessary as it was). "I got some time before my next set," he replies. "Could use the company," Ray adds, to make sure he's completely clear that, yes, he absolutely does want him to come share it with him, especially when Anthony calls him, Ray-Ray, something that he doesn't accept from anyone else.

Without waiting for a reply from the blonde, Ray gets to his feet, heading out back, where they usually went to smoke, where there was….much more privacy than the middle of the dining room.

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ⸻ 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛ we’re too late … ❜ ( hear me out, manila Izana & kakucho about Mikey )

Mikey had run off to the Philippines without contacting him or Izana about it. It was odd, something Mikey normally didn’t do. He had done his orders, killed his old friends so what happened that made him run off? Kakucho didn’t know nor did it seem like Izana did either. They had all molded Mikey into what they wanted; did he snap under it all finally? He wasn’t answering his cellphone as they both tried to reach him.

A few days went by and Kakucho was going to ask Izana if he wanted to fly out there, that was before the phone rang and what was told on the other side was something neither of them expected. Mikey was… he was dead? Shot by a detective due to threatening someone with a gun? Mikey wasn’t that stupid, what the hell was he thinking? Kakucho’s eyes moved to look at Izana, the voice on speaker phone so he knew Izana heard.

What was going through the king’s head? Kakucho finished up on the phone before hanging up and hearing the words slip from Izana’s lips. A frown was on Kakucho’s lips as he moved to drape an arm around the other, pulling him closer to him. Should he have suggested they go after him sooner? Would this have been avoided if they had done something else with Mikey? Not that Kakucho had any ties to Mikey, he was just a puppet he knew Izana was using, that still didn’t mean Kakucho thought Izana didn’t care, even if it was just a little. Or it messes up Izana's plans, after all Mikey was his possession, had been Izana’s for years.

“ I’m sorry, Izana. ” Kakucho finally said within the silence of the room. “ I should have gone after him sooner. ” Yet there was nothing else to be done, nothing left to be said. “ Do you want to do a funeral for him at all…? I can find out who killed your Mikey. Whatever you need… ” Whatever he needs, he will be there for him.

[phantommirrored]

@spiderstaff but first...

"...What are you doing in my house?" It was a surprise for the phantom to return home and find a 'stranger' amongst his living quarters. He gently kicked aside one of the toys on the floor, it definitely was well lived in by the boy, that was for sure.

"Go home."

[plaguefated]

One liner starter call !

[shadowqueens]

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.” (adoption verse kagura / varietales)

@varietales - kagura

zilla bit her lip. she knew she had to say something. but it was hard. words were hard sometimes. she didn't know how the others did it, how they could just ... say what was on their mind so much. didn't they have this huge wall in their head? why did zilla have it and others didn't? she felt her heart racing in her chest and looked down and away from kagura's kind, consoling face.

the problem was actually quite simple - she had a dream about her mama. her mama who died so that zilla could live. and though most days she knew in her heart that her mama would just be happy that zilla had a life, a family now in fiore, their destination... the words felt like ash. and kagura doesn't know that zilla's mamawas cut apart by mages who were scared of her, of zilla. it was zilla's fault though she doesn't remember what she did in the first place. why did her mama have to die?

unbidden, her eyes felt salty and her nose felt as if it was buzzing. the tell-tale sign of tears. and zilla tried so, so hard to stop them. "i...i dreamt of my mama." those were the only words that she was able to manage.

[larcenys]

illsfates

the air was brisk , it’s cool wind blowing against laurie’s face . it was refreshing and as much as he had enjoyed his time in europe , there had been truly nothing like this sense of home . it was a warmth that was truly unreachable in any other form . he had found himself on the pond , even so early in the day , his leather skates tight against his ankles as he circled around the outer edge . watching as people came and went , a few mumbled hellos but nothing more .

it was no surprised that he had spotted the curly-haired woman , it seemed that anyone with even the slightest resemblance of jo gravitated into his sight . it brought the same ache , the same questions . this was no different . laurie had skated close enough , just finding himself in the line of sight to be able to determine that this was not in fact josephine march . her voice forces him to freeze , eyes as wide a s a startled fawn . “ i’ll heed the warning . though i would find utter disappointment if you were not to come to my rescue , jo . ” @illsfates

—  —  ♠  *    a familiar voice permeated the echoes of her longing, gently filling the air with the feeling of home. her legs began to move towards it, carefully at first, until desperation invaded her senses, the sharp blades of her loose skates cutting through the snow, her loose skates rubbing against her ankles, almost losing her balance. the sight of him causes her to freeze. a wisp of breath parting her lips with only his name managing to escape, “ teddy … ” jo’s voice almost broke. how long had she been waiting for that moment ? a moment she sometimes feared would never come. and yet she’d been waiting — waiting with a part of her always missing.

“ i -” there she was, with no words ever able to express her longing, running towards him, not caring if the ice was too slippery, wrapping her arms around him and burying her nose deep against his neck ; as if she was about to lose him again.  just one more second, jo told herself, as if one moment too long would rip out a lingering truth in her throat. “ i’ve been waiting for you for so long. where have you been hiding all this time ? ” she broke the embrace, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears of joy. “ of course my boy, of course, i’d at least try to rescue you. ” she smiled, nudging him “  or maybe i’ll just call amy, after all, she owes you her life. ” at the mention of her sister, realization, cold and heavy like a stone, settled in. she wanted to keep that secret for a little while. but she couldn't . “ you must have been looking for her, i can call her right now …”

[xtwistedmagic]

@amicheri​ asked:

Send 😴 for RECEIVER to place a blanket over a sleepy SENDER. - from Sakura to Duce

It had been a long night of cram studying at Ramshackle for the next test for class. Not that he was really going to be able to retain all the information in time for the test though. He looked over from the paper he was holding and went to say something to her but paused when he realized she appeared to be starting to doze off while beside him on the couch.

Not wanting to disturb her, he slowly got up from the couch and walked over to grab a nearby blanket. Blanket now in hand, he slowly walked back over to where she was and gently placed the blanket over her.

[ambrosia-win3]

continued from here. @viviskull

Almost instantaneous, this spirit practically felt himself nearly recoil the moment he heard Riley’s fearful voice squeak out into his ears.  His frame grows rigid, his quick alarm being swift to drown out the hard twinge of his heart skipping a beat as a surge of adrenaline forces him to rise from the warmth of his companion’s exposed stomach.  On his bed, where they had hastily yet clumsily half-undressed themselves in between their frantic kisses, Lewis gazed down upon his beloved as he loomed over her with a shallow, heated breath; her fishnetted legs still clinging onto his hips with lingering uncertainty.  Hot, nearly steaming off his body he felt so hot, the fleshy tones of his mortal mask held a dark, rosy tint to his cheeks.  Yet so acutely aware of how small his companion had been, he couldn’t help the retractive impulse of letting his hands (that once wandered, itching to explore every inch of his partner’s skin, and circled about Riley’s back) fall to her hips then.  Something more gentle, more smaller.  He knew how his figure often felt imposing, and for fear he felt like he did something wrong, too.

His mattress gives a protesting squeak as he shifts his weight back to not incidentally trap them in their shared spot.  Oh, underneath the comforting light of his pink lampshade, Riley looked so small, frail in his arms; something worth protecting… Yet someone who felt hesitant in his presence now.  In his eyes, she had been so precious to him, so near and dear to his dear heart, he was barely restraining to keep so many of his desires of pulling his head back under; to lose his head when his melting heart wanted so desperately to show her how much they meant him, to spoil them in their entirety.

But right now, his needs had to be on the backburner, her heart took priority over his.  His heart skipped another beat, it was twinging with pain straining ache.  Something told him this wasn’t something he could take lightly, if he’d known the signs, then.

“.. W-We can.. can stop and sit this out if it feels too much, Riley.”  He sputters out.  “This.. This is a bit much after just getting home, isn’t it?”

Riley had never expected it to get this far. It had started with innocent flirting on their night out; a joke here, a teasing gesture there, and a few soft whispers to his ear when no one was looking. For all her jests, she hadn't expected to end up pinned against Lewis' bed, her dress pushed down to pool around her waist, his shirt tossed somewhere across the room and gasping for air between desperate kisses. Her thighs pressed in close around his waist in an attempt to keep him closer, not that she needed to. A building heat had begun to surround them, closing in and almost suffocating. So much, but so good, feeling his touch on her marred skin so loving and passionate.

Hands roaming up her back towards her bra clasps, pushing her dress slowly further down-

Alarm bells blaring in her head- so much, too much-

The words come tumbling from her lips before she even realizes.

"It's too soon, I'm not ready."

Instantly his hands froze before falling to gently rest on her hips, shifting back as to not cage her in completely. Riley shuddered, forcing her breaths to slow down, to steady herself before she burst into a panic. Her eyes flitted over his form, from his chest up to his mortal mask bathed in soft pink hues. The hesitant look in his eyes should have been enough to soothe her nerves, yet her racing pulse just wouldn't slow. He stopped, she loves him and she trusts him why is she still freaking out about this? She wanted this- want him so badly, she knew she was finally in a place to be ready for it but she still couldn't get over her.

She felt as small as she looked compared to his monstrous stature, still looking like the most tempting sin incarnate. It wasn't as if he could help it, no matter what he did he was bound to tower over her, but in the moment it wasn't much help. With even the slightest shift as she pushed herself up, the bed squeaked and screeched in the most painful way to her ears. She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, her hand noticeably trembling.

She gave him the most apologetic look she could muster. "I- I'm sorry, Lew- I-I want this, really I do I just- god this is so stupid-" She sighed, her head now hung in shame as she held her hands over her eyes. "I thought- I thought I was over this by now fuck-"

[pseudomonacarriea]

@deathmxrked​ - Lyric Starter Call!  Song: No Control - Set it Off

“When beauty crumbles and decays It's like having a voice, with no chance to speak.”

[fzrticv]

" Had a fucking stuck up come up and ask why there is bug in his soup " the jester shrugged

"How am I supposed to know, I ain't an acquaintance of the bug"

[hisdxrkshixld]

❝ you make an art of provoking me. ❞ // barnabas at @stormandash

♠ ― from X | @stormandash

" Truly I think you simply invite it. " Clive taunted, his lips curved into a smirk.

Was it competitiveness that Barnabas touched on with his attitude? Or did that face just beg for a beating?

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ / kasumi @ husk

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

When you ran a casino, things were bound to get a little …. heated. Husk was perfectly well prepared to deal with those who tried to cheat, as well as those who tried to distract by starting a fight, hoping that they'd get away with a lesser infraction when they were inevitably caught.

But they'd not dealt with him before. He could sniff out cheaters a mile away, and he hadn't been wrong once, not since he'd become an Overlord, not since he finally had the power, the upper hand in his own casino.

He'd noticed the fox demon coming in a few times, and she'd seemed to be enjoying herself, playing quite a few hands, winning some, losing others, but usually in pretty good spirits. She had seemed pleasant enough when he'd dropped by her table to make sure everything was as it should be, though she was harder to get a read on than most. Still, as long as she behaved, she would be welcome. But the moment that changed, he had quite a few resources at his disposal, and he would take care of her if that happened.

Today had started out like any other day: performers took the stage when they were supposed to, the servers were making their rounds, and his contracted employees were doing the jobs that were expected of them.

Things changed quickly when some fuckface pulled out a gun they'd managed to sneak onto the floor. Someone was going to have to pay for that, someone who hadn't done their fucking JOB.

Instead of going for one of the many guns stashed around the place, Husk pulls out a deck of cards tucked neatly into his jacket, readying a few of them. He'd just been about to throw one, to at least get the fucker's attention when the gun wasn't in his hand anymore and the fox demon had his arms pinned behind his back.

He raised an eyebrow, offering a slow smirk at her words. "I never underestimate a pretty face," he responded, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder, snapping his fingers. Two bouncers for this particular area came rushing over, to take the would-be assailant away, so Husk could deal with him later.

Husk offered her a hand to help her back to her feet, smirk still on his lips. "I owe you at least a drink after that, Miss….?" he questioned, leading her over to the main bar before slipping behind it himself. His bartenders were perfectly capable of making her a drink (they wouldn't be here, otherwise, even if he did own their souls), but she'd just saved him a lot of hassle; the least he could do was make her drink himself.

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ― * ― ‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “ ( manila Izana & Mikey )

It wasn’t every night that Mikey found himself calling Izana this late at night. His hands shaking as he grabbed his phone, put in Izana’s number and slowly raised it to his ear. His body slumped against his bedroom wall, a few feet away from his actual bed that was a mess. His blankets all bunched up or kicked to the floor while he had been asleep all due to dreams. Dreams that were too close to memories, dreams that contained friends that he believed had left him. Actually, one of them did, Takemichi left and he thought he was over this, but every time he dreamt about the other male he was back to being a complete mess.

Thoughts of; why did Takemichi leave? He promised to stay with him and then, then he left him all alone. The others were also just waiting to leave him too, telling him to leave Takemichi alone, that it was his choice on what he wanted to do. But he broke his promise and Mikey didn’t know how to handle the loss of someone he thought would stay forever. He let out a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in his mind as he tried to focus on the ring from the other line. 

What if Izana didn’t answer? What if he didn’t want to come over? What if.... 

The other line was picked up and Mikey let out another shaky breath, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He took a few seconds to try and speak, trying to not make his voice as trembling as it felt. He tried to blink the tears away that formed in his eyes, why couldn’t he just be numb when he wanted to be numb? 

“ H...Hey, Izana.... Can you come over...? ” His words were slow, quiet and hints of cracks in his voice. His other hand lifted up to wipe at his face. “ I just... I need you... please... ”

Whether the conversation was short or not, the important part was that Izana was going to come over. Mikey hung up his cell finally, putting it down on the floor. His hands felt a little bit less shaky but still trembled ever so slightly. He stayed there on the ground until he heard the knock on his door, he picked up his cell, just sending Izana a quick text to just come in. If Izana didn’t have his key on him, one Mikey gave him a while ago, there was a spare hidden outside. 

He waited, dropping his phone to the ground again, toning everything else out until Izana was in front of him. Black orbs looked up at the other male, his lower lip moved so his could bite it softly to not just start crying. When did he become so weak sometimes? It didn’t matter. All Mikey cared about now was that Izana was here, he always came, he could rely on him, Izana would be the only one who wouldn’t leave right? 

Letting his bottom lip go from his teeth, he moved closer to Izana’s crouched down body. His hand reached out to gently grasp Izana’s wrist, tugging him down further onto the bedroom floor. He just wanted this empty feeling to leave him, so he just acted on what he was seeking. Once he got Izana to sit, he moved even closer to him, crawling into his lap, pressing his ear against Izana’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. 

“ I had another stupid dream about them... The unwanted memories when I woke up... I just... ” Mikey trailed off, slowly calming down just a bit more at listening to the rhythm of the beat. 

When the words were spoken from Izana, Mikey couldn’t help but press his lean figure more into him. His hand reaches out to try and take Izana’s hand in his, if the other would let him. The comfort he felt with Izana was unreal, he felt safe, secure, heard and cared about. He just wanted to stay like this, to remind himself that he didn’t need anyone else but Izana. 

“ You’re not...  Going to leave too, are you? ” Mikey found himself asking though, slowly tilting his head up to look up at Izana’s face. He needed the reassurance that Izana was going to stay, that he wasn’t like the rest of Mikey’s ‘ friends. ’

[alexandraxsuoh]

"Trick or Treat!" Tsuna appeared in front Alex dress as a vampire baring his fang "If you don't I will drain your blood" trying to act as scary as he could.

The brunette was dressed as a werewolf and since she she loved Halloween, there was no doubt her natural little fangs were showing in her smile. Good timing, Alexandra had the bags of candies with her, so the sweet boss gave him some to share with his friends.

"Happy Halloween Tsuna! Here, a bag of candies, there should be enough so you can share with your friends."