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3, 13, & 15 for the gush game! :]

Hiiii sparky!!! Ty for the ask :3 !!! Hope your day is going well!! <3

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3. Gush about your f/o's smile

I LOVE TREVORS SMILE .. ITS HIS MOST SIGNATURE PART HIS HAPPY GOOD GUY PERSONA T__T it always brightens my day whenever I see him smile or be happy…

13. Gush about your F/O’s personality!

I love Trev’s caring and reassuring personality when it comes with his contestants even though he still endangers them LMFAO. It’s so comforting to hear from him like I can just imagine him just telling me that it’ll all be okay <3 I also like to add that his personality is super charming as well… it’s very charismatic U__U He just seems like the type of person to get along with everyone …

15. Gush about your F/O’s love language!

I’m 100% sure his love language is based around physical touch. He’s such a touch starved guy and would want my attention 24/7, it’s adorable honestly !!

LIKE HOW CONSTANTLY HE HOLDS DER.EK ITS SO FUCKING INSANE. IT SHOULDVE MEEE NOT HIM /jokeref

I also think his other love language is his words of affirmation!! He would keep repeating and repeating to tell me how proud he is and how much he loves me >_<

[internetburial]

what do i wear for skinny puppy how do i… overdress……

[deliciousangelfestival]

Nothing Has Changed - 9

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

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“This town looks peaceful to an outsider, a perfect place for a pensioner to spend their free time,” Steve commented, his gaze sweeping over the quiet streets.

“I guess the Bronze Lodge is their only destination,” you replied, noting the town’s well-known resort.

He nodded. “It's a great place and helps the economy. Most locals work there.”

You glanced around, recognizing a few faces from your past. “Hmm. I see some familiar people.”

“So, you've met the homecoming queen,” Steve said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“My number one hater,” you responded dryly.

“She will hate you even more after seeing how successful you've become,” Steve chuckled.

You nodded, and the ice between you began to melt as the conversation continued. The years apart seemed to fade as you shared updates and memories.

“Don’t you realize you're talking behind her back? Isn’t she your close friend?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve shrugged. “Not anymore. After graduation, all of us went our separate ways. Bucky went abroad to study business, Natasha pursued her modeling career, and others moved to different states.”

He sighed, reflecting on how time had changed their once-close group. As everyone grew older, they followed their own paths. But in the end, almost all of them returned to this town.

“What made me curious is Jake. I thought he would be the one to make it big since he won multiple competitions related to computers,” you said, recalling the prodigious talent he once displayed.

“Ah, Jake. He wanted to be popular so badly back then. Ironically, he got it in the worst way possible,” Steve replied with a hint of regret.

“What happened to him?” You leaned forward, intrigued by the unfolding story.

“Well… Jake got out of control with his IT skills and hacked the department of defense and he made a crypto scam.”

You gasped. “Really?” Would a guy like Jake do something like that?

“The government banned Jake from anything related to coding for a few years,” Steve explained, shaking his head.

“How did you know all of this?” you asked, impressed by his knowledge of the local gossip.

“His mother told her friend, and her friend told her hairdresser, and the hairdresser told everyone at the church,” Steve said with a wry smile.

Gossip travels fast. You almost spilled your hot jasmine tea, laughing at the absurdity. Steve quickly handed you a tissue, and you gratefully accepted it.

“Then… what do you think about Mayor Martin?” you asked, curious about the town's leadership.

Steve's expression turned serious. “I don’t trust him.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. Something was wrong if even someone as reserved as Steve didn’t trust the mayor.

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You went home, Steve's words still lingering in your mind. You needed answers, so you decided to ask your dad about what had happened in the town since you left.

Tom sat in his favorite armchair, engrossed in a thick book. Without looking up, he replied, “There haven't been any significant changes, except for the new resort owned by the Barnes.”

“But,” he continued, his tone growing more somber, “I have noticed an increase in the number of funerals I've conducted for a single travelers.”

'Single travelers?' A cold shiver ran down your spine at his words. "Who paid for the funerals?" you asked, your voice tinged with unease.

“The town mayor, Martin, has been kind enough to pay for the funerals,” Tom added, finally lifting his gaze from the book to look at you.

Your instincts screamed that Martin’s kindness had a hidden agenda. “Don’t you ever wonder why so many tourists die in this town?” you asked, your voice tinged with suspicion.

Tom chuckled, dismissing your concerns with a wave of his hand. “Are you saying there’s a serial killer in this town? That’s impossible. The police have deemed all the deaths accidents.” He closed his book and patted your shoulder gently. “You should go to sleep. You've been working too much.”

As Tom headed to his room, you remained in the living room, deep in thought. Your father, accustomed to dealing with death, seemed numb to its frequency. But not you. The increasing number of deaths didn’t sit well with you, and the mayor’s supposed generosity felt more sinister than charitable.

Should you and your dad leave this town? The question gnawed at you as you pondered your next steps. Once a familiar haven, the town now felt shrouded in mystery and danger.

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The next day, you returned to the hotel feeling renewed determination. As you walked into your office, you stopped abruptly. Once cluttered with documents and black binders, the table was completely empty. A wave of panic surged through you. Had someone stolen everything? The scene eerily reminded you of when the FBI raided your office and confiscated all your belongings.

You bolted out of the room and hurried to Bucky's office. As you approached, you heard raised voices from behind the closed door.

“You’re doubting me?” a woman exclaimed.

“At first, but now I have the evidence. Numbers don’t lie,” Bucky responded firmly.

“Hmph. I still can’t believe it. She’s only been here for a few days, and you trust her over your own mother?”

You couldn't take it anymore. You pushed the door open, making both Bucky and the woman flinch. “Are you doubting my skills?” you demanded, crossing your arms and standing confidently.

The woman turned to face you. She was Lydia Barnes, Bucky’s mother. At fifty years old, she exuded elegance and grandeur, her rich lifestyle evident in her designer clothing and impeccable grooming. She looked you up and down, her eyes narrowing.

Lydia remembered you. You used to be a shy girl who never met anyone's gaze. But now, you stood before her with unshakeable confidence. Your eyes, so full of determination, reminded her of someone she detested—your mother.

Lydia’s face hardened. “I see you've returned,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain.

“I have,” you replied, meeting her gaze steadily. “And I found discrepancies in the financial records. Someone has been embezzling money from this resort.”

Lydia's eyes flashed with anger. “How dare you accuse me?”

You maintained your calm demeanor, but your eyes locked onto hers with a sharp intensity. “I didn't accuse you, Mrs. Barnes. But why are you so defensive?” You let the question hang in the air, trying to bait her into revealing more. “It’s impossible for a business owner to steal from their own business, isn’t it?”

Lydia's face went pale for a moment before she recovered, her expression turning icy. She was momentarily stunned, clearly taken aback by your insinuation.

Bucky stepped in, his tone exasperated but calm. “Mom, we’ll discuss this later. Right now, we need to focus on the numbers and figure out what’s really going on.”

You took a step back, observing Lydia carefully. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides, and her eyes were narrow slits of fury. She was clearly not used to being questioned, especially not in her own domain.

Lydia straightened up, regaining some of her composure. “Very well,” she said coolly. “But don’t think for a moment that I’ll let this go.”

As she turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of vulnerability in her eyes—a fleeting moment of fear that she quickly masked. It was enough to confirm your suspicions that there was more to this story than she was letting on.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh once she was gone, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about that. She’s...complicated.”

You nodded, taking in the tension that still lingered in the air. Lydia was an odd woman, and you couldn't shake the feeling that she harbored a deep-seated dislike for you. The first time you saw her was at her husband’s funeral—Bucky's dad.

Even then, her eyes had fixed on you like a tiger eyeing its prey. You always wondered what you had done to her.

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Alright .

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Woah that was quick!!!! If I get peer pressured enough I may do a part 2 to this one

!content warnings!: nsfw again. Who would have thunketh it⚰️

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Heheehehehehehehe it's lucifer in pentagram lingerie

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When you get him this riled up, he can't help but let out noises, even if it is unprompted. To remedy this embarrassment, he bites his tongue instead, exposing the forked tip that just drives you nuts

Looks at you expectantly with those lidded eyes he gives you only when he has the most impure of intentions.

I think a deep, cool toned red would suit him quite well. Something like mahogany, it'd contrast well with his pale skin. Well, it wouldn't be pale for too long, he blushes profusely whenever you even look at him.

No matter how shy his words and looks may seem, he arches his back and presents himself to you, beckoning you to ravage him in the way he oh so desires.

Quite the night that you two have ahead of you!

Wow I am so high. That's all the slop I have for tonight unless some evil force compells me to do something else

Whwhwhwehehehe I am so gonna do a part 2. Oh but will any knights in shining armor come into my little inbox and ask for it? Inform me of their wishes and desires? The ways they would make him gasp and moan like he's any other cheap whore from the lust ring? I wouldn't know. I'm just a silly little goofster full of whimsy and cosmic horror.

Tell me to do it, ask me about my plans with making mead, tell me about how pianos are so much easier to play when you're in a church. Whatever. Do your thing guyze

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ꈍᵕꈍ　🕯️　　take me to church

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[CN] Great Red Sonata/殷红奏鸣曲

⚰️"The abandoned church in the suburbs became more mysterious against the backdrop of the night. Noah reached out and pressed the piano keys, injecting his emotions into every note that flowed out. "

⚰️Hell Event Set.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

[inky-symphonies]

🖤 I love the world but I just don't love the way it makes me feel🖤☕️Got a few more fake friends☕️🎼And it's getting hard to know what's real🎼💀And if death is the last appointment💀🐏Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room🐏🥃I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom🥃🩸If you were church,🩸🎹I'd get on my knees🎹🪓Confess my love to you🪓🪕I'd know where to be🪕🎙my sanctuary🎙⚰️your holy to me⚰️🚬if you were church 🚬

✒️I'd get on my knees🙏

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Trying to create a song at 1:33 am on a Wednesday is almost like attending a church mass and not being able to sleep.

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Hi dearest!❤️

Currently helping some sysmates as they just formed and loosely latched to some people, but! Would you be comfortable doing a Freminet and/or a Dahlia (Genshin Impact both!) alter?? It’s perfectly fine if not!!❤️

Lots of love, don’t forget to take care of yourself!! -⚰️🍎

ur brain has good taste -🐝

absolutely we can!! :3 n thank mew for the love ♡ -🍥

level 1 freminet

name :: freminet, emmett, elliott, claude, antoine, florent, issac, bastien

age :: 16 to 18

pronouns :: he/him, ce/cer, ae/aer, nae/nym

roles :: dissonaut, daydream inducer, emotional suppressor, entrancer, faucet

species :: fontanian pre-prophecy

gender identity :: quoigender ; deepseain & abyssgender

orientation :: queer, greyrose (alterous and sexual), polyromantic ; tends towards close bonds of friendship or romance over sexual ones. cy desires closeness to another person; whether or not it’s romantic doesn’t matter.

source :: genshin impact

level 2 dahlia

name :: dahlia, elio, cedric, benediction (ben), theodore (theo), finneas, jude, loretto/loreto, eredis

age :: physically 15 to 18 , mentally over several thousand years old (around for the end of the archon war and the installation of the church of favonius)

pronouns :: he/him, she/her, she/he (alternating), fy/fyr/fyrself, hal/hael/halo/haloself, bat/bats/batself

roles :: secret keeper, shusher, confuser, instigator, antagonizer, religious persecutor (unintentionally)

species :: human blessed by barbatos ; functionally immortal (tied to the church)

gender identity :: bigender

orientation :: achillean, apothisexual ; had a crush on barbatos/venti when the two first met

source :: genshin impact (leaks)

aesthetic :: fallen angel, gothic, vampire goth, darkest academia

appearance description :: in spite of his status as a deacon of the church of favonius, dahlia prefers shades of black and red to white and blue. it is this eclectic taste that sets her apart from the sisters: having such colors makes him stand out, drawing people’s eyes and ears in his direction. ben does not crave this spotlight. he would much rather grant it to the sisters as they can often help the people who visit more than dahlia can. hal is a bit of a recluse, and as such does not often think of what haels outfit looks like. this often causes confusion for visitors who meet the deacon as fyrs appearance is vastly different from what is expected. finneas secretly enjoys this momentary confusion. looking at him with that dumbstruck expression makes him feel like he could get away with anything.

personality description :: a bit of a brat and brutally straightforward, dahlia does not and will not beat around the bush. lengthy messages are a pain to receive and an even greater pain to write. he is fond of witty wordplay and jokes, and is a master of passive aggressive commentary. in truth, dahlia is somewhat manipulative in terms of not telling everyone the truth all of the time, and uses the church and its funds as a coverup for his real goals: discovering a way to end his immortality and return to being normal. he’s a bastard of a man who hides behind passive aggressive comments to avoid invoking the fury of others. people don’t defy him due to his status as the deacon, though — so he can get away with quite a bit. he does genuinely love the people and makes sure that the city knows this through special events, daily devotionals for those who desire it, and pardoning any supposed sins that citizens feel they have committed. (especially the fountain brother and sister duo.) he is fiercely loyal to the church and the sisters within - particularly rosaria due to seeing himself in her - viewing them as a sort of extended, everlasting “family” he can find solace in.

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🦇 Favourite scene from Season 1.

Probably the church turning/wedding. Iconique, etc.

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Absolutely no, never. I am so claustrophobic.

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Only if I could selectively tune it out/focus it, etc.

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Day 16: Sakamaki | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

“Reiji, you needed me?” Sayo asked as she knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

“Good morning,” she greeted him as she closed the door behind her. 

It certainly was early for them. It was currently mid afternoon. Usually nobody was awake until the sun set. Her sleep schedule would forever be messed up considering she had always worked during the afternoon at the church before going to school, but as far as she knew he slept about the same as everyone else. 

“I’m glad to see you’re awake,” he said, motioning for her to sit on the chair across from him. “I have something to discuss with you.”

“You aren’t usually up this early, right? Could you not sleep?” she asked to satisfy her curiosity. 

“There is a reason for it,” he said nothing more of it. “We will be holding a ball here next week. Usually we have more notice, but my father tends to act on his whims. He will be attending, so I ask that you refrain from attacking him during the event.”

“I wouldn’t attack him at a fancy party,” she nodded. “There….is one problem though.”

“Which is?” Reiji raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I don’t own anything suitable to wear,” she admitted. “I don’t have the money to buy something, either. If I went, I would just embarrass you guys.”

“I assumed that to be the case. That is why I called you here during the day. I will take you to find a dress.”

“A-Are you sure?” She was surprised. “Dresses are expensive, though...You don’t have to do that for me.”

“You forget who you are talking to,” he smirked. “Are you implying this household does not have enough money to purchase one measly dress?”

“Okay, I guess that’s true…” she muttered.

Still, she wasn’t used to people buying things for her, so her first thought was to refuse. That wouldn’t go over well with Reiji, though. It was better to just thank him and go. 

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“Shall we go then?” he stood.

“No time like the present,” she followed suit. 

Sayo never would have dreamed of stepping into a dress shop as nice as the one Reiji took her to. As she glanced around, she felt out of her element. How was she supposed to pick a dress knowing how expensive it would be? 

“If you are concerned with pricing, simply do not look,” Reiji said, as if reading her mind. 

“I guess that would be for the best,” she awkwardly scratched the back of her head. 

“Hello there,” a female employee greeted them. “My name is Haruna. How can I assist you?”

“We do not need assistance for now,” Reiji said. 

“Please find me if you need anything,” she nodded. 

“I, um, don’t really know what style would be best for a ball,” Sayo admitted to him. “Would you mind helping me?”

“A certain person will be upset if he learns I picked a dress for you,” Reiji smirked as he led the way. 

She immediately knew he was talking about Laito. “It’s not like he has any reason to be. Besides, it really isn’t his business.”

“He feels possessive over you nonetheless. However it may be amusing if he does learn of this.”

“I thought you wanted to avoid troublesome situations?” She chuckled. 

“I suppose the proper word for it would be bullying.”

“Laito being bullied by you,” she was now laughing. “Now that would be a sight.”

“It sounds like you are not opposed to it,” he grinned. 

“You can tell whoever you want,” she grinned back. “I won’t stop you.”

Reiji suddenly stopped walking. 

“The dresses in this area would all be suitable. Are there any that catch your eye?”

Sayo looked around at the dresses on display. They were all beautiful. She couldn’t even picture herself in any of them. Each time she thought one might be better than another, she second guessed herself. 

Reiji was a bit amused. As he watched her, he could easily pick up on the conflict going through her mind. So he really would have to assist. 

“What about a color?” he prompted after a moment. 

“A color?” She was grateful to him for stepping in. “Purple.”

“Purple, is it…?” he looked around the display. 

He settled on a few that might look the best on her. Sayo followed after him as he headed over to the lady who tried to help earlier. Haruna had stayed close by in case they changed their minds. 

“We would like your assistance. I have chosen a few options for her and would like to see them on.”

Sayo couldn’t help but blush at his choice of words. Who knew what Haruna was thinking about their relationship, and Sayo really didn’t want to know in the first place. 

“Of course! Please show me which ones!”

Reiji went around to the three options he decided on. Haruna wrote down each one on a notepad before leading them back to the fitting rooms. 

“I’ll bring them out to you, okay?” Haruna smiled at Sayo. “What size will you need?”

Considering she had never worn a fancy dress, she could only guess, but hopefully they would fit fine. 

“I took into account your color choice, of course, but I was specifically looking for the quality of the dress and how suitable I thought it would be for you,” Reiji explained his thought process while Haruna was gone. 

“I’m glad I have you here to help,” she smiled. “All of those choices are overwhelming. I don’t know how people pick just one.”

“I’m sure many women wouldn’t limit themselves to just one. I am not opposed to buying you more if you cannot decide. You will have other opportunities to wear them.”

“I’ll be fine with just one,” she shook her head. “You’re already going out of your way for me. It would be ungrateful to ask for more.”

“Unlike my brothers you are very considerate of others,” he smiled. “Sometimes being around you is a breath of fresh air.”

“Only sometimes, huh?” she teased. 

“You both amuse and frustrate me at times. There are moments when I wish you would act more dignified, however it is never bad enough for me to give in to the urge to punish and re-educate you,” he explained. “I get along with you much better than expected.”

She didn’t want to think about what sort of punishments he was thinking about. 

“That’s…a bit concerning…” she chuckled awkwardly. “But I’m glad that you agree we get along.”

“I have brought those dresses for you,” Haruna said as she walked up to them, interrupting the conversation.

She walked over to the fitting room across from the couch Reiji was sitting on, carefully hanging the dresses inside. 

 “Please, feel free to use this dressing room. If you need any assistance, I will be at the desk.”

“Thank you,” Sayo smiled. 

Haruna trotted off to the nearby desk at the entrance of the dressing rooms, leaving Sayo and Reiji alone. 

“Any preference on which I try first?” Sayo asked. 

“No. Feel free to try them on in whichever order you like.”

She nodded before locking herself in the dressing room. The dresses were all beautiful. Each shade of purple wasn’t bright or flashy. She wasn’t sure if Reiji knew she preferred that.

“Do you want me to show you…?” She called after she had the first one on. 

“You may. Or you can leave what it looks like on as a surprise until the ball,” he replied. 

She decided to leave it as a surprise, partially because it would be embarrassing to put on a fashion show for Reiji. In the end, she settled on a sleeveless dress paired with a black, sheer shawl. It was bold for her but she couldn’t deny it looked the best on. 

“This one, is it?” He was amused when he saw her choice, considering he also knew it was on the bold side for her. 

“Y-Yes…” her cheeks flushed pink. 

“Very well. Shall we?”

She nodded, following him to the register. 

“Shall we find something to eat while we are out? I assume you are hungry?” Reiji asked when they left the dress shop. 

“That sounds nice,” she smiled. 

And so, the two found a nice restaurant before heading back to the mansion. 

The ball happened that next week. Sayo felt like a fish out of water. She had never attended such a fancy gathering before. She steered clear of Karlheinz even though he tried to approach her, so she didn’t have to deal with even more annoyances. It was bad enough that Laito was pestering her to dance. She didn’t know how to, so that would only end in disaster. Eventually, she retreated to the safety of the deserted balcony, where hopefully nobody would bother her. She would just hide away until the ball was over. 

“Why are you standing out here? There is a perfectly good ball going on inside.”

She turned to see Reiji walking towards her. It had been some time since she had retreated outside. 

“I know…it just feels awkward. I’m not used to this sort of thing.”

“Isn’t that why you should be inside? You will never get over those feelings if you do not push yourself.”

“I guess so…” she sighed. “I’ll go back inside…once I hype myself up, I guess.”

He found her demeanor a bit amusing. “I suppose I will stay with you until you do.”

The two continued to talk on the balcony for a few minutes. 

“Why aren’t you dancing, Reiji?” Sayo asked. “I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would like the chance to.”

“I have no interest in dancing with any of those girls. If there was someone I wanted to dance with, I would ask them myself.”

“I’m not surprised,” she chuckled. “Who do you have your eye set on?”

He suddenly held his hand out for her. She stared in surprise. Was he really trying to say she was the one he wanted to dance with? Is that why he came looking for her? 

“It is impolite to make someone wait so long.”

“S-Sorry…” her cheeks flushed red. “There’s just one problem.”

“And that is?”

“I…never learned how to dance,” she admitted. “I don’t want to make you look like a fool for dancing with me.”

“That does not surprise me. I assumed you did not know how. I am asking anyway.”

He held out his hand for her again. “All you have to do is follow my lead. Watch me and no one else.”

“O-Okay…” her blush darkened as she took his hand, placing the other on his shoulder. “Like this?”

“Exactly,” he placed his on her waist. “Now just let me lead you.”

She was unsteady at first, but she did get the hang of it faster than Reiji expected. He had to admit, he was pleased that she was completely focused on him. And once she got past the uncertainty, she was clearly enjoying herself. 

“You look beautiful in that dress,” he said as they danced. 

“Thank you…” she smiled, her cheeks pink. “You were the one who chose it. Of course it would be beautiful.”

“That may be true, but a dress's beauty is heightened or diminished by the woman wearing it. In this case, it is heightened.”

“S-Smooth talker…” she muttered, trying to hide the fact she was getting more flustered. 

He chuckled, but said nothing else.

Meanwhile, Yui was inside with Ayato and Laito. As she was glancing around, looking for Sayo, who had been missing for sometime, she spotted what was happening on the balcony.

“Is that…Reiji outside with Sayo?” Yui muttered, mostly to herself than anyone else. 

“Bet they’re talkin’ about something boring,” Ayato replied. “Leave them be.”

“No, I mean they’re dancing.”

Laito and Ayato followed her gaze. Sure enough, Sayo was dancing with Reiji. She looked completely engrossed in him. 

“Tch…” Laito glared in their direction. 

Sayo has refused to dance with him earlier. Why was she dancing with Reiji? 

“How did four eyes convince her to dance with him?” Ayato couldn’t comprehend it, considering he witnessed her cold rejection of Laito. 

“Well…don’t they get along really well?” Yui pointed out. “Is it that surprising?”

Laito stormed off before anyone could say anything else. The two watched him go, knowing they wouldn’t be able to offer any support right now. They would only make his mood worse if they tried. 

“Thanks for tonight, Reiji,” Sayo smiled. “I actually had fun.”

It was the end of the ball. The two were back at the mansion. Reiji had stuck with Sayo for the rest of the night so that she felt more comfortable. He also secretly enjoyed the jealous looks he received from Laito on occasion. He had decided to walk her back to her room to end the night properly. 

“You are welcome. I am glad you enjoyed it. I usually only tolerate these events, but I will admit that it was more enjoyable than usual.”

“I’m glad,” she chuckled. “Well, goodnight, Reiji.”

“Goodnight, Sayo.”

He leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek before turning and walking away. She could only stare at his retreating form with flushed cheeks for a moment as she tried to process what just happened. But eventually she rapidly shook her head to get a hold of herself before entering her room. 

“What was that…?” She muttered, brushing her fingers against where he had kissed her.

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[cultofpoppy-tm]

What’s your favorite #ChurchOutfit lyric? ⚰️

Church Outfit

[themostwantedphighter]

INTERESTING, very interesting

well I've heard your NOTORIETY and I've got a question.

WHY?

do you have a GOAL?

or is it just for FUN?

-🥀⚰️

"I do a lotta harvestin' for the Church, and a bit for sport too, heh."

[kylo-wrecked]

[ ⚰️ ] does your muse believe in an afterlife? if so, what do they believe the afterlife would look like? {ex!C}

{ from this meme }

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Sure, once. Now the afterlife is a nebulous part of being Ben can't carve, mold, or polish with his hands. He can't touch the subject. And won't. 

Ben rarely talks about his beliefs; most of the time, he just lives them. He's not a religious or spiritual person. He just does as life does. He continues. When it's over, he hopes to feel that phenomenal surge in the cells that make up his dying body, and then... nothing. 

What he never talks about is religion. Ben compartmentalizes—a lot—but there's no box for religion. Religion is locked away in a safe at the bottom of his ocean and only surfaces in dreams and churches. Churches he admires from the outside.

He's at once reviled by and attracted to places of spiritual worship, particularly Catholic and Evangelical churches, as their motifs conjure repressed images, ghostly memories ripped right from the very bottom Davy Jones's locker, the very bottom of Ben's heart. The promise of the First Order. Of being born again.

Canaan! Eternity! Not a place you go but a place that comes to you.

Ben never touches the subject because his hands shake too much to broach it.