#彡 clever!

[z3vie]

( @insert-clever-blog-name ) RUIN EXPLORATION — he thinks it’s more of a walk together than an official exploration with the intent to discover. after all, he’s already discovered the one he’d like to spend eternity with. you. to hold your hand, listen to your voice as you point out an interesting statue in the distance — he thinks the feeling bubbling in his chest is true love, and he hopes to protect what the two of you have for the rest of his life.

[spectralhunter]

❝ You are one-hundred percent sure that this place, of all places, is actually haunted ? ❞ Our young investigator pressed a curious query, meanwhile the silver tinted eyes gauged the entire edifice erected before him. ❝ Yep, pretty sure Takumi. I've spent all last night reading it up. ❞ Matt responded, confident. It was a contrast vivid as daylight, a leading man and his trustworthy cameraman.

The two continued any private discussions outside the quaint cake store. Anyone who indulged in the occult stopped to take a gander at the cakes from the outside window, a perfect façade to eavesdrop. At the pace everything was occurring, more and more people of such refined culture accrued outside in order to gaze and whisper, making the near vicinity of the store busier than usual. A normal price to pay for being slightly famous.

@fanaticist | starter

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Curse Your Name

𖤐❝The Preachers Daughter❞𖤐

❥Vampire Ateez x fem reader

❝What is destined cannot be avoided.❞

Masterlist + Visualizers

✫彡wordcount: 9k

(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see general warnings in the masterlist: injuries, blood + drinking said blood + hard ons from said drinking of said blood, fear, supernatural elements, age gap (reader mortal/ateez over 300 years old😭), unbalanced power dynamics, forced smooches, fictional religion, soulmate au

➯a/n: and so it begins *evil laughter*

✫taglist✫(i can't think of something clever help lmao) @spenceatiny18 @gigglensnort @londonbridges01 @soobieboobiebaby @killerwaifu @stayatinykatsy @onyxmango

✩index: veil walking - an advanced spiritual technique when your soul leaves your body and takes you somewhere else. Caethnor dialect: ka - spoken before or after a sentence to make it more serious or stern. ba - spoken before or after a sentence to make it softer. mi - added after someone's name to show affection.

there will only be a few instances where i use an entirely made up language but when i do the translation will be written next to it {like this}

❝Drink from me and live... forever.❞

MDNI.

𖤐❝Fate cannot be changed.❞𖤐

Caethnor is a lucky village.

The river that flows in a near circle around the community is beautiful and provides protection and resources. Water grass and marine life are plentiful, even in winter months one could break through a shallower part of the water and fish. There is only one main bridge into and out of the town.

Not only that, it is a good two week journey from the capital of the realm. From the home of the cruel and disinterested High King and his council. You've only had the displeasure of seeing one of them in your lifetime, back when you were a child.

The homes are generational, built by the inhabitants close ancestors. Wood and cobblestone is the extent of the materials. Even then, cobblestone is only on the walkways and floors. Besides one building.

The church that stands at the back of the town. It's built completely of cobblestone.

That's where you almost always are.

And that's where you are now.

    Ever since you spilt your first blood, you were wed to The Goddess. That was a good few years ago now. But you still felt like a piece of you was missing. The part that everyone said was filled when they met their soulmate.

     You shake your head, ridding yourself of your thoughts and closing your eyes. If you weren't fulfilled with having The Goddess as your soulmate, you just needed to pray harder. That's what your father said.

     You're kneeled by the window on the second floor, hands clasped when —

    The fluttering of wings makes you a peek an eye open, thinking that you're imagining things like you did in your childhood.

    "Oh... Elhyna, li'hora," you whisper as you open both your eyes, watching the large feathered creature hop around on the window sill. You reach out slowly when you see the scroll on its foot, "long travels...?" When you grasps the paper, it flies away; its job complete. {Oh... Hello, bird.}

    You hum as you look down at it. It's clearly good quality parchment, and it's sealed with red wax stamped down with the sigil of the realm. You've never seen it in real life before now, only in the old and withering books in the churches library.

"Pa!" You yell through the window to the man who's tending to the offering bowl next to the river. "A messenger bird came! It has a red seal, should I-"

"I'm on my way!" You swear you've never seen the middle aged man run so fast, he's back inside the building before you even blink.

You're sitting down with Tihilda when he busts into the room, panting and waving for you to hand over the scroll you're inspecting.

"Hand it here," he huffs, rolling up the sleeves of his white robe.

He quickly breaks the seal and unravels it, his face becoming dimmer with each word he reads. "What does it say?" Tihilda coughs as she attempts to stand, and you're there quickly with some cooling tea.

As you hold it for her, you look back towards your father. "Pa?" He's sweating. He looks like his heart is about to fail.

He crumbles it up and tosses it in the fire. "We should begin gathering some offerings to the High Council."

You see now why he was so frightened. Their species is superior to humans. They even feed on your kind. You briefly remember your encounter with the royal Lieutenant many years ago, and it makes you shiver.

"Is King Seon-"

"Ka don't speak that devil's name in this holy house!" His yell makes you jump back, holding Tihilda's ever trembling hand.

"Sorry, Pa..."

"Go, go and do ten prayers. Beg that The Goddess did not hear you summon him to you."

As you exit the room with your head lowered, Tihilda sighs. "Preacher," she shakes her head, "you are too hard on that poor girl. It is not her fault she is fated in such a way."

"She is fated to no one. She promised herself to The Goddess-"

"You don't think that will save her, do you?"

They're in a stalemate for a good moment before his shoulders slump. He makes his way to the table, helping her with the teacup she struggles to hold still enough to drink from.

"I would rather first die than let that be her fate. Let those... false men be her soul mate. I promised her mother..."

"The Goddess does not care about human promises."

"So you've said." He sets the cup down carefully and looks to her, "you still have not seen any change in her future?"

"Not since the day she was born. It is always the same. You know this. Fate cannot be changed." When he says nothing, she continues, "what did the messenger bird bring us?"

"Three of the High King's royal council will arriving in two days time. They expect five sacrifices."

"Five... Oh, heavens. How will we tell everyone?"

He hesitates, "it said not to. The smell of fear t- it taints the smell, it said. They will choose their own offerings."

"It's time to tell your daughter the truth. She cannot-"

"She never has to know. She needn't even meet the retched men. Her encounter with the Lieutenant was enough fright for a life time. We got lucky."

     The old woman scoffs, "lucky."

𖤐❝Don't try to put on a brave face.❞𖤐

With a grunt of effort, the men slide the preacher's podium across the cobblestone, revealing a wooden hatch door on the floor.

Your father, since there was no discernible leader of this village, he was the closest thing to such. He gathered you all in the church pews where you would worship together, and told you all that some of the High Council would be here in 'two days time.'

Panic was immediate, but he stressed the fact that they would not be hurting anyone. They just wanted some offerings. Just to be sure, though, children would be hiding in the basement with the Goddesses trusted sisters.

You were one such sister.

It was the very early hours of 'two days time' later, and you had younger boys help you prepare for the councils arrival.

"Thank you, Oswin," you hum as he pulls up the hatch, a cloud of dust coming up with it. "Sweet heavens, when was the last time anyone went down here?"

"I heard," Cynble clears his throat, waving his hand to disperse the dust, "last time anyone was in here was last time the High King was here. About, what? Fifty something years ago?"

"That's what my mother said, her grandmother was one of the Kings meals," Oswin hands you a lantern, a frown on his face.

"My father said the same. The last time they came with warning, everyone hid," you gulp as you take a step down the old stone stairs. "Will you both be joining us in the basement? Don't try to put on a brave face. There is no one to impress."

"I will, yes." Cynble nods quickly, "my little sister as well. She doesn't even know the tales of Vampires, she thinks this is just a practice for if we get invaded."

"Mayble?"

"Yes- aaah!" The teen yells as a rat runs past you all, grabbing onto his friend's arm. "Woooooah, shit, that scared me!" He laughs with a hand on his chest, making you shake your head with a smile.

"We can see." You grin lightly as you look around the room. It has a few dusty beds. A few crates with old blankets on them, clearly used as furniture a few decades ago. "Oswin, will you be joining?"

"No, I traded my spot for my big sister."

"Why would you do that? She's an adult, we're supposed to be hiding children," you give him a questioning look as you hand him the lantern.

As he explains, you gesture for Cynble to help you in pushing the beds together.

"I heard that women and girls taste better to Vampires. Like how humans prefer sweet wine over bitter. A traveler once told me that a Vampire walked right by him even when he was bleeding, so it could drink from his wife. I have a feeling that your father isn't telling us everything, and that blood will be spilt. No- no offense meant, I just mean that, isn't it strange that the High Council would come all the way out here and not feed?"

"I agree." You cough as you yank the blankets off of the straw mattresses, going on as you gather the ones on the crates as well. "I know that my father is not telling us the truth of everything. But I do believe he is doing what he deems best."

You take the lantern and lead them back up the stairs, "we can make room for you, Oswin mi. Don't fret."

𖤐❝Sevalin bou, solenya.❞𖤐

"Down you come," you smile as the toddler waddles down the stairs, "you're so fast!"

It was near mid-day, and with no idea of when the councilmen would arrive; you all decided it was best to get into place sooner rather than later.

You had spent the morning hours cleaning the decrepit room, making it as comfortable as possible. You had it fairly well lit, dusted and swept and blankets back in place after being knocked clean.

All of the (two) babies of the village are laid on the bed with the two other nuns. The handful of toddlers are playing with one another, and the smaller group of teenagers sit along the walls.

All together, it was around twenty people in the basement.

The toddler, Mayble, was the last one. "There you go, sweetie," you pat her head as she successfully joins you at the bottom of the stairs.

You look up, meeting your father's eyes, "we won't be able to hear, but keep it to a minimum anyways, okay? Vampiric hearing is no joke."

You only nod. You're afraid of what's to come; but you don't dare show it with all of the children looking to you and the other sisters for strength.

"Sevalin bou, solenya" he smiles, sadly. {I love you, only child}

"Sevalin bou, Pa."

You turn as the door is shut, covering your eyes as dirt comes down with it. You hear the podium being slid back into place, and after that it's just muffled voices of the congregation.

"(Y/n)," Mayble pulls on your long skirt, "will you tell me a story while we wait?"

𖤐❝The more blood, the stronger the scent.❞𖤐

    It was many hours later at this point, you had concluded from the amount of oil that had been burnt up in one of the lanterns. With a sigh, you take a seat on a crate near the few teens who are speaking quietly between themselves.

    "Hey," Owsin hums, thankfully having joined his older sister in the basement, "we were talking about soulmates. What about yours?"

    "Mine?" You chuckle softly, "no, I don't have one. Neither does Sister Brea or Sister Magiah. We're fated to serve The Goddess."

Sarin, his sister, tilts her head. "Really? No soulmate? And you're okay with that ba?"

"I can't imagine having a soulmate anyways," you smudge the truth just a bit. You can imagine it. You crave for it. You want to feel the spark that your father always described having with your mother when they touched. You want to 'feel like you're being kissed by a million butterflies.'

You wonder why he told you about that, knowing you would never experience it for yourself.

He only talked of her when he indulged in wine.

"My soul is full serving the Goddess." Oh, you'll have to pray so much for lying.

"You dare lie to me?!"

You hear a booming voice above you, making you all jump. One of the babies begins crying. Then the other.

Then some of the toddlers are whimpering and tearing up. While your sisters quickly tend to the babies, you and the teenagers are running over and shushing the children.

One of them slips away, making a break for the stairs. "Aliah!" You whisper yell, making the boy stop, "c-come. Come here, get away from there."

The boy, in his panic, knocks over the lantern you had on the last step. Thankfully, the flame goes out. But less fortunately, glass is now surrounding the boys bare feet. "Don't move ka." You whisper as you slowly come closer.

With a peek up the stairs, you slowly start scooting the glass away with your hand, making a path for him as you ignore the thud thud thud of your heart.

A loud crash spooks you, along with everyone else, and makes your hand falter in its careful movements. A large shard of glass finds its way to your palm — and you have to slap the other over your mouth to remind yourself not to scream.

You hold your pain and bear through it, clearing the way for the boy less carefully; shoving the glass away with your injured hand. You bite your lip as you move your hand, taking the boys and leading him into the group of kids; which have gathered on the beds you had pushed together. The older children surround them, wiping away their tears and praying with the sisters that the chaos went unheard.

You put your back to the bed and face the stairs, looking down at your hand. Every single movement of your fingers makes another gush of blood spurt out. It's unbearable to leave in.

Scent can't get through stone, right?

Whether it can or can't, you don't have time to deliberate. Your body wants the sharp object out, and now.

With a shaking hand, you quickly pinch the glass and yank it out, throwing your head back as you whimper as quietly as humanly possible.

Another loud crash.

Oswin comes and wraps a ripped piece of blanket around your hand tightly, making your eyes fill with tears at the compression. "Shhhh, the more blood, the stronger the scent." He apologizes with his eyes as he puts more pressure on your hand.

Light suddenly comes in through the cracks of the doors. Another crash. Someone threw the podium.

The door is quite literally ripped from the hinges.

𖤐❝I have waited an eternity.❞𖤐

     The three members of the Kings council waltz through the village like they own it — because, technically, they do.

     Their subordinates follow behind them loyally, as they make their way to the church at the very back of the town that could be seen from the entrance. Theres no doubt about it, that's where everyone is.

   They can smell them.

    

     One of the lower ranking men yanks the door open. The prayers stop. "Kim Hongjoong. Jeong Yunho. Jung Wooyoung." He announces them loudly.

    Everyone stands up. Quickly. All of their heads bowed.

    "This is certainly one of our smaller villages," Wooyoung nearly rolls his eyes as he counts how many people reside here. So little. So little people, in fact, they all fit in the modest main room of the church. No more than fifty, he sees.

    "Indeed." The Lieutenant keeps it short, ignoring all the rest of the people as he makes his way to the man at the podium. "Preacher," he greets.

    "My Lord, it's an honor to have you in our humble village-"

    "Don't bother lying to me. I can hear your heartbeat."

    The man, from his bowed position, pauses.

   The Vampire laughs at the sight, high pitched and spooking a fair few of villagers. "Aaah, I know you don't want me here, so I will keep this visit short."

     The preacher doesn't say anything, he isn't given the chance to as Hongjoong quickly turns away and starts scanning the standing people. "Sit." He commands, and the floor almost shakes from the sudden amount of people sitting at once.

    He walks down the aisle slowly, inhaling through his nose deeply.

    Obviously, fear is still clinging to the air. But not nearly as much as it would be if the preacher had told them why they're here. If they knew five of them would meet their maker soon... or wish they had.

   But beneath the fear, somewhere far, is something that makes his heart beat.

   His heart never beats. It hasn't in a long time.

    Someone in here... someone smells beyond appetizing.

    "Close the doors." The lackeys are doing so quickly, without question. "This is your entire village?" He turns his head, looking at the sweating man.

    "Y-yes-" He chokes against the pressure on his neck, Hongjoong had appeared infront of him in a millisecond. He's lifting him in the air by his throat.

    "Preacher, I will tell you this only once. I detest liars."

    He lowers him slowly, letting go of his throat, "so tell me," he lifts his lip, showing his elongating fangs. "Is this everyone?"

    "Yes, My Lord."

   He growls and shoves the man away. Row by row, he makes his way down. Each face of anxiety is inspected as he takes more deep breaths. But the sickly sweet smell is stale. Like it's stuck to the walls.

     Yunho and Wooyoung look on with a bit of confusion, taking inhalations of their own. But they can't latch onto what he can.

   About halfway through the room, Hongjoong is stopped by Yunho, "Joong."

    "What?" He snaps. He's completely abandoned his original task of picking five villagers. He only wants the one who smells like heaven.

   "There is no children here. Nor teenagers. They are hiding from us."

    He huffs in amusement. He was so distracted trying to pinpoint the smell that he failed to notice that everyone in the room was full grown. The smell might belong to someone who's hiding.

    He needs to smell it fresh. He needs to taste it.

    He's back at the podium, slim fingers gripping the wood so tightly that it creaks. Staring right in the man's fearful eyes, his begin to turn red. He can smell it clearer, like it's taunting him.

  

     "You dare lie to me?!"

   The wail of a child comes muffled in the following seconds. Then another.

    "From below us?" Yunho starts looking around the floor with a small smirk. Of course he was right.

    "Sneaky, sneaky~" Wooyoung joins in the search.

    When one of them knocks over something and it falls with a loud bang! —

Hongjoong stumbles. The smell is stronger. Warmer. He needs it. He needs to have the source in his hands. He bares his teeth, putting all of his weight onto the podium and breaking off the sides of it. "Tell me! Before I eat every beating heart in this room and make you watch!"

       "Under the podium." One of the frightened villagers whispers. Just loud enough for one of the nameless men to catch it.

    "Under the podium." He repeats as he approaches quickly, grabbing the preacher by the robes and yanking him away.

    The scent is growing by the second. More and more and more.

    Hongjoong tosses the offending furniture to the other side of the room without a hint of trouble. His red eyes immediately trained on a hatch on the floor.

He rips it from the hinges, throwing it into the pews where people yell and cry as they scramble to move.

He's down the stairs without a second thought —

   Yunho bumps into his back as he stalls on the last step, his eyes swirling with red as he gets his first scent of what's been driving the Lieutenant mad.

Golden deadnuts... So potent and sweet, like it can be tasted by the scent alone.

Hongjoong's thick boots slooooowly crush the glass below them as he steps down.

The cries of the children huddled together on the bed get louder. But the Vampires can't be bothered to hear them.

Because all of their senses are honed in on you.

    "You..." Hongjoong seems to recognize you. "You were right under my nose." 

Here you are. In all of your glory, kneeling on the floor with blood seeping out of the fabric wrapped around your hand. In the same village he begrudgingly left you in all those years ago.

You've grown into a woman in all these years since you unknowingly slipped away from him.

Your two pristine braids have red ribbons in them. He knows that it's a hairstyle for nuns, the color of ribbon correlating to your years of dedication. He knows that red means you were still newly promised to The Goddess, but he can't help but feel like it's for him — for them.

    Yunho gulps as his eyes follow a drop of blood down your wrist. Red following red as it taints your dress.

The crimson liquid is soaking your baby blue sleeve and skirt as it drips down.

    Your heart is beating so violently. You must be terrified.

    You are terrified. Staring at them with wide eyes and instinctual fear making your blood gush from your wound even faster.

Their eyes are screaming 'predator' with their red gaze trained on you.

     Before you know what's happening, a pair of cold hands are wrapped around your ankles. Chilling you to the bone even through your thick socks.

    As you let out a primal, ear shattering scream, Oswin yells out, "no!" He goes to grab at you, but is quickly slammed to the floor by a soldier.

     Hongjoong drags you across the floor, and Yunho yanks you up by your dress' collar as you get to the stairs.

    You're entirely too frightened to do anything as they carry you up the short stairway.

"Good Goddess," Wooyoung trips as the smell of your blood floods the ground floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He's next to you in the following second.

     The petrified crowd of people is stuck in place as they watch you be dropped to the floor. Be it from fear, or the archers ready to shoot at the first person who moves.

    "Hid-," Hongjoong pants from the sheer force he's using to hold himself back, "hiding from your High Council? Who do you think you are?"

    You only whine and shake your head, eyes going to your father who's trying to pull himself up from the same ground you find yourself on.

    "Plea-" Your pleas are replaced by screams as Wooyoung yanks the impromptu bandage off of your hand. "No, no, no!"

    Your flailing form is held down by Hongjoongs weight as he straddles your hips.

Both of Yunho's hands cradle your bloody arm like a piece of fine china, rolling down your sleeve; his eyes shining as his fingers come in contact with your skin for the first time. A broken moan parts his lips.

    Your struggles have stopped, your fear temporarily replaced by confusion as his skin on yours makes you feel like you're floating.

Wooyoungs hand on yours has the same effect.

Hongjoong catches onto what's happening, and his hand cradles your heated cheek. He nearly collapses on top of you.

What in the world is this feeling?

   "Grentizia," Yunho prays as he tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling of the church, "we have finally found her! Oh!" Another moan spills from his lips as his fingers slide in your blood.

    Your eyes are still wide with a mixture of shock and fear when his face is suddenly in front of yours, "we're finally complete... I have waited an eternity."

Wooyoung's tongue twitches out of his mouth hesitantly before it dives into your hand, he holds it with his gingerly as he laps up every droplet that's pooled on your palm and in between your fingers.

You try to yank it away, try to turn away from Hongjoong's hand as it cups your cheek, try to look anywhere but Yunho.

    You can't hear your father's weak protest over the thudding of your heart. This time, not from fear. This time, from... you can't tell. But as the blue haired man uses your eyes as a window into your soul, you find your skin buzzing from their direct touch.

   All you can manage is, "w-what?" You don't have a soulmate. You don't. You don't. You're fated to serve The Goddess —

     Yunho's lips upon yours stop any and every thought that you have. It's fleeting, but it's filled to the brim with more tingles.

    He pulls back, laughing breathily, "I can't believe it. I can't believe it! Forgive me, beautiful, but I cannot wait another second or I fear I will lose what's left of my mind."

     Before you can even blink; his tongue is on your arm, licking up your blood like he's starving, making you squeal and squeeze your eyes shut.

With them shut, you don't see Hongjoong looking down at you with a blush on his cold cheeks; watching his younger brothers feed on you. Watching your face scrunch up with disgust and... something more.

He leans, his breath on your face is the only warning you get before his lips are on your own. He kisses you like he's trying to leave a mark.

The little pleased moans of the others make him impossibly impatient. Usually he has better self control than this, he's the second oldest after all. "Apologies, little one." But you smell so tempting. He lifts your other arm and kisses the skin of your forearm gently before sinking his teeth into you.

A little gasp is all that leaves you. Your mind is entirely fried.

As are theirs.

     You taste like nothing ever has. No blood or food compares. They'd rather starve to death than to ever go back after having their first taste. They feel the sparks they felt on their skin ten fold as they travel on their taste buds, down their throats. They settle in their stomachs with your blood like a crackling bonfire.

    Wooyoung's heart feels like it might be beating just a bit too fast. Like one more push would make it explode. Along with that, he feels his pants tightening. He would fuck you right here on the floor of the worship building if he had his way. His entire being is eager to please you, to get your heart pumping more and more blood.

     Yunho isn't fairing any better, sucking and kissing every little bit of crimson liquid he can get off of his fingers and your arm. He'd hold you down for Wooyoung if it meant getting a chance to see your blissed out face moaning for them. If it's anything like the view right now, he'll probably die a second time. His gaze never leaves your face as you close your tearful eyes, lips forced apart by little whines and weak protests.

    Hongjoong is... Oh, Hongjoong... The oldest of the trio feels like a fledgling again. The entire situation has his cock painfully hard and his skin irritatingly warm. The final piece of their puzzle, right here infront of him. He'd hate himself for not sniffing you out earlier if his brain was anywhere near functioning; but it's not. Their final soulmate, held under his weight. He can't wait to see how the others react —

    His brain comes back to him.

   He hates himself for the next word he utters, but he knows it has to be done lest they send you into an even deeper shock. "S-stop."

    The other two stop their feeding frenzy with soft growls rumbling up their throats. They don't want to stop. But they know better than to go against the chain of command.

     Even though it felt like it did, the world did not stop around the four of you.

    The royal soldiers had gotten everyone out of the basement with a small bit of struggle, and were now shifting on their feet; the smell of your blood was clearly enough to make them thirsty.

    Hongjoong blinks a few times as he surveys the horrified looks of the townspeople. A smirk spreads across his bloody lips — "boo."

    The simple word spooks a great deal of them, the broken silence is enough to make them jump.

    He and Wooyoung laugh at their reactions, the latter playing idly with your numb fingers.

   Yunho places his hand on your cheek slowly, looking down at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You're breathing heavily, eyes dazed as you force yourself to keep your eyelids open. The sweat on your skin doesn't stop the way he strokes your face adoringly. "Where have you been hiding, huh?" He chuckles quietly, the question clearly rhetorical. 

     Hongjoong is tired of all of these eyes on you. "Everyone out." He turns to you, then back quickly, "leave the preacher. Boys, you can feast."

   Villagers start scrambling quickly, yells and cries of panic as the handful of lower ranking Vampires chase them out of the church.

     It takes a good few moments for the chaos to clear, and he joins Yunho and Wooyoung in inspecting you slowly while everyone clears out. "How did I miss you, little one?" He hums, rubbing your waist leisurely, "you've grown a great deal. I forget that humans do that."

   "Please, My Lords-" Your father whimpers from the bench he'd been drug to.

    Wooyoung is a blur as he runs to the man, slamming a hand on either side of his shoulders, cracking the wooden pew. "You speak when we tell you to speak!! Be thankful I don't rip your tongue out for lying to us!"

    Hongjoong begrudgingly gets off of your shell-shocked form, meandering his way over. "Yah," he tilts his head, and Wooyoung moves out of the way, still glaring daggers at the man who's responsible for hiding you. "I remember you now, preacher."

    Yunho can't help himself, and gives your wound one chaste lick; giggling quietly at the way you shiver. He takes his jacket off, and maneuvers your limp body around to drape it around you. "W-what?" You mumble hoarsely, deep in the throes of distress.

    "Shhh," he coos, carefully lifting you up. He sits you in his lap, holding back a moan and forcing himself to ignore his hard-on as he focuses on grounding you.

     "Yes, I remember clearly." Hongjoong squats infront of the man, your blood still on the corner of his mouth; he licks it up slowly. "You lied to me not just today, but all those years ago. Tsk," he has to stop himself from gutting him on the spot. "You're lucky the High King didn't come himself, you'd be eating your own guts by now."

    You gag at his words, slowly coming back to yourself. You feel like you're in the middle of a bad dream and a waking state. Nothing is making sense. But at the same time, it's all clicking into place.

   Hongjoong looks over his shoulder, standing up. "Look who's back," he smiles in a way that might be kind. "Hello ba," he repeats your words from so many years ago, "isn't that how you said it, little one?"

    You stare up at him jaw-dropped, wide-eyed. Yunho's finger brushing away a stray hair on your face feels like an electric shock, and you jolt; immediately looking down at the floor.

     "T-toriel?" Your chin wobbles, and you gulp loud enough for the Vampires to hear. You look to your father, who's washed in an aura of shame and fear. "Ba sev vela toriel?" {What's happening? I don't know what's happening?}

     Wooyoung leans over the back of the bench, now behind your father, and looks at him expectingly. "Sounds like she's asking you a question, Papa."

     Yunho doesn't care what you're saying or about the fact that he doesn't understand it, he leans his head against yours and revels in the sound of your voice.

    "(Y/n) mi, s-sev en'mali, I'm so-". {(Y/n), from my very soul, I'm so-}

     "Waaaaah, holy shit!" Wooyoung reaches the conclusion first, grabbing the back of the man's neck and yanking him back. "You told her she didn't have a soulmate."

    Yunho and Hongjoong both have realization fall over them. Yunho gets sad for you, while Hongjoong gets angry.

    "Oh, I really have to kill you now."

     "No, please!" You cry as soon as he takes a step towards him. "Please, My Lords! Have mercy on us, please, please, we-" Yunho's hand finds it way over your mouth as you plead, and your heavy hands try to pry it away.

      "Is this true, preacher?" He asks, his voice lined with a barely concealed edge, "you told her she has no soulmate?"

    "My Lords, you have to understand-"

    "Little one?" Hongjoong looks to you, and Yunho removes his hand; instead holding your shoulder. "Tell us."

    "My Lord, I- I have no soulmate, it's true. The seer- ah!" A small yelp slips up your throat as Yunho's touch once again shocks you. He has a pleased smirk. "...I'm promised to The Goddess."

    "You are promised to us," Wooyoung quickly corrects you. "Your father has been spinning bull shit." He yanks the man again, and you face away as he fights back a yell of pain.

     "Lying to the crown is betrayal. And betrayal is only punishable by death," Hongjoong goes to step again, but you find the strength to lift your arm and grab his hand with both of yours.

    They watch on with slight disbelief as you slide from Yunho's lap and kneel, your head lowered and your arms trembling as you hold onto him. You force yourself to ignore the tingling spark.

    "Please, Lord Kim..." His heart is beating again. How are you doing that? "Have mercy. I beg of you. I kneel before you-"

    "Oh, stop it." He'll give in if you don't.

   "Lord, he's all I have in the world. Please, spare his life..." You find yourself sobbing as you hang onto the Lieutenants hand, "I'll do anything."

    The three Vampires look to each other, and glee overcomes them. "What was that?" Hongjoong smirks, and any hope your father had is shattered.

   "I'll do anything..." You sniffle, your head still facing the floor when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. They haul you up quickly, and you yelp in surprise.

    It's Wooyoung, and he's carrying you down the aisle towards the door. "You'll be coming home with us."

𖤐❝Little one is brave.❞𖤐

     In exchange for your father's life, you're now packing up all of your Earthly possessions.

    It's hard with only one hand really functioning properly, but you've refused Yunho's help. You don't want anything from them. You don't know what kind of trickery Vampires can do, but you're certain that's what the tingles you felt are a product of.

    Your parents wouldn't lie to you your entire life over something so monumental, right? Tihilda wouldn't go against her oath to help people find their soulmates, right?

    The door to your home opens without warning, and Wooyoung waltzes in like he owns the place (again: because he technically does).

    You sniff as you look away from him, going back to painstaking folding your laundry on the floor.

   "Yah," he points to Yunho, who's sitting in the corner watching you, "are you making her do that all on her own?"

    "She wouldn't let me help." He shrugs, leaning back as he watches him unroll his medical pouch.

    "Come here, (Y/n)," he hums as he pulls out a vial of liquid, sitting a few feet away.

   "No." You whisper, but they catch it. Of course they catch it.

   Wooyoung sits up stalk straight, blinking at you in disbelief for a moment. Nobody is brave enough to say 'no' so plainly to any of them. Then, he feels disrespected. You may be one of his soulmates, but he's not going to let that slide. "No?"

    It's your turn to straighten up, freezing as if you realize what you've said. "I-"

    "Get over here, now."

    He doesn't have to say anything more, you're sitting in front of him as fast as humanly possible; your head hung low. "I'm deeply sorry, My Lord..."

    "Mhm," he tuts his tongue, grabbing your wrist gently and making it face palm up so he can inspect your injury.

    You didn't like him before, when he was insufferably loud — but now you certainly don't like him, when's he's quiet with a barely concealed anger. "Forgive me ba," you expect a back hand or scolding or anything other than what you get, really.

    "Give me a kiss," he says plainly, "and I'll forgive you."

    You can hear Yunho chuckling from behind you, he's taken your place in folding up your clothes and packing them into the bag they've provided.

   "A ki-ss?" You glitch internally. You never kissed anyone — well. You've never initiated a kiss with anyone.

    "That's right." You hate that his smug little smile makes you want to do it even more.

    

     You sigh, grab his jaw, and turn him to the side before giving him a quick peck to the cheek and retreating just as fast as you came in.

    "Wow," he giggles, "you loopholed me. Very clever! I'll take it~" He carefully pulls your hand forward, "now, let me clean this up, yeah?"

     You don't have much choice in the matter, but it's heartwarming that he waits for you to be ready for the sting of the disinfecting liquid. You hold back your noises of pain and breathe deeply, closing your eyes.

    "Little one is brave." Hongjoong's voice makes you jump, looking to him with wide eyes for just a moment before you go back to staring at the floor like you were earlier.

    Yunho tosses him the bag. "Anything else you want to take, beautiful?" You don't have much, all of your possessions fit into the one bag.

    "Oh," you go to grab the item that comes to mind, but Wooyoung has a tight grip on your wrist as he applies a healing salve.

    "Stay still."

    "What is it?" Hongjoong asks, leaning against the wall with the bag in hand, "I'll get it."

     You bite your lip. You don't want anyone else touching it. "I'll get it, My Lord."

    The moment Wooyoung is done wrapping your hand, you hurry to the bed and reach between the cot and the mattress, feeling around blindly.

    They watch curiously as you find what you're looking for.

    A small dagger with an engraving on it that they can't quite catch even with their heightened gaze before you sheath it.

    "A knife?" Wooyoung asks baffled, "aren't you a pacifist? Y'know, cause the whole nun thing?"

   "Yes," you shake your head, "but I don't like being defenseless."

    Hongjoong laughs softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the door after you clip the weapon onto the side of your boot. "You're full of surprises, huh?"

𖤐❝You sure she won't spear us, Joong?❞𖤐

Much to your displeasure, you were on the back of a horse with Yunho sat behind you; going on two hours now.

Although you insisted that you had never ridden a horse before, and therefore had no way of knowing how to use it to run away, they seemed to think you would use it to bolt. But, truthfully, where would you even go if you did run?

You spent a good hour thinking about that over the lazy chatter of the Vampires around you. They knew where your home town was, clearly. And thankfully a lot of people were left unscathed, you saw as you were lead to the gate. Your father among them.

If you were to go back, it would undoubtedly bring chaos with you when the men who were convinced they were your soulmates gave chase.

If you were to take your chances and try for another village, you had little hope that they wouldn't follow you there as well. Being entirely honest with yourself — you didn't even know what villages or even cities were around you. You never even thought of leaving Caethnor.

You were plucked out of your safety zone and placed on the back of an animal which you had no way of knowing how to tame, with a royal council member resting his hands on your thighs and two others riding along side you.

You hadn't even noticed when the seemingly endless march came to a halt, you only looked up from the soft brown mane of the horse when you felt Yunho's ever present weight behind you leave.

You look over slowly as he dismounts, and then survey your surroundings. The small group has stopped near a narrow stream, veered off the beaten path.

"We'll stop here for the day, get some rest," Yunho explains as he sees your curious eyes looking around, lifting his hands to you, "come."

You sigh, having no choice but to lean forward and steady yourself on his shoulders as he lifts you from the tall animal. "Thank you, My Lord." Your voice waivers as do your legs while he carefully plants your feet on the ground.

    "Oh, she speaks," Wooyoung jests as he leads his horse to the edge of the water, letting it drink as he pets its neck. "I was beginning to think you fell asleep with your eyes open."

    "Oh, leave her be," Hongjoong chuckles as he joins him.

     The group engages in conversations that you don't bother to listen to as you shuffle to the nearest tree. You lean against the bark and sigh with relief, taking some of the weight off of your weary hips.

    How has this become your reality? You went from thinking you had zero soulmate, to beginning to believe you had three Vampires as soulmates.

    Every time Yunhos skin brushed against yours, you felt it... the same sparks you felt in the church. And you could no longer write it off as a fear induced hallucination or the tingles of blood loss.

   Like you're being kissed by a million butterflies...

    You blink your tears away quickly before anyone can see them. You don't want them to ask, because you don't have an answer.

    You're just confused. Confused and unfortunately, hungry.

    You reach down and slide your knife out of its holder, ignoring the look that one of the soldiers gives you as you start looking around the tress for a suitable branch.

    With another sigh, you push off the tree and go to your chosen branch; snapping it off the tree with a small groan of effort.

     You settle further down the stream, away from the rest of them, and certainly away from the three councilmen.

    You yank off your boots and socks and roll your skirt up at your hips a few times. You can still feel eyes on you, but you pay them no mind as you sit at the edge of the water and dip your feet into the water.

     The longer the fish can feel you, the less spooked they'll be when you start trying to catch them.

    You're thankful that everyone leaves you alone as you begin sharpening your stick to a deadly point. It would give you time to think, if you were doing that. But you found yourself with a blank mind. Maybe it was still all too much to think about.

    "You think she's going to try and drive a stake through us?" Wooyoung nods towards you from where the trio sits along a fallen log.

    Hongjoong hums as he moves his gaze to look at you, "no, she's not stupid. She feels it too, I know she does."

     "Hey," Yunho starts, "how do you think the others will react? I think San might faint." The others laugh lightly with him.

    "Seonghwa is going to be over the fucking moon."

"Mingi more, probably," Hongjoong yawns as he leans his head on Yunho's shoulder, watching as you slowly stand and make your way to the middle of the stream. "He's had to watch her all this time, in his visions. He's going to freak out when he sees her for the first time."

"Do you think she's what he imagined? He said that she's always just a blur. He can only see her soul in those vision."

"She's certainly not what I imagined. The irony is hilarious," Yunho smirks as they observe you watching the water, "I mean come on. A preachers daughter — a nun? Fated to a bunch of Vampires? The Goddess must have more of a sense of humor that we thoug- woah!" He yells as you suddenly stab into the water, your makeshift spear coming back up with a fish on it. "Good heavens!"

You smile down at the fish proudly, once again ignoring everything around you as you make your way out of the water.

"You sure she won't spear us, Joong?"

𖤐❝Death is the most human thing.❞𖤐

The sun is lowering in the sky, the day almost done.

When you started collecting fallen sticks for a fire, a female Vampire named Manon had followed you. After you gave her a questioning look, she said simply, "the Lords told me to keep an eye on you."

She's polite enough to not ask about your situation, and you appreciate that about her as you slowly begin talking more and more.

When you had been getting frustrated with starting the fire, you looked around for help and met eyes with Yunho. Without a word, he stood up and came to the small bundle. A smile on his lips as he produced fire from his fingertip and lit it ablaze. You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop, you had never seen a mage in action.

You were initially the only one around the fire as you cooked your fish; it seemed that the rumor about Vampires being cold blooded was true. The lowering temperature didn't bother them.

Manon was the first to join you, offering you a flask. And with the promise that it was just water, you took it with a small smile.

You were now simply staring into the flames as the sun grew ever lower in the sky. Your brain was allowing itself to think about the situation again. And you don't like that one bit.

Because that meant that you were thinking about the fact that your father, your mother, and Tihilda had all lied to you your entire life. The fact that they knew the answer to why you always said that you felt a part of you was missing, and they withheld it from you.

If they had told you the truth, would you have even wanted it? The reality of being not just one, but multiple Vampires soulmate was daunting. Everything you've heard about them. Everything they've done. What they are.

If they had told you, it might have explained a lot. Your dreams and your hallucinations as a child. They all seemed to link back to the royals.

"What are you thinking about?" Wooyoung asks softly as he lowers himself to sit beside you.

You shove your thoughts far away and clear your throat, "nothing, My Lord."

"Oh, come on," he nudges your shoulder with his light, "we have to spend the rest of our lives together, open up a bit. Or it's gonna be a rough few thous-" He stops himself, faking a cough into his elbow. "Ahem, anyways, what's on your mind?"

You eye him suspiciously for a moment in the corner of your vision. "Uhm," you dig your makeshift spear into the dirt, "just, things... when I was a child, I had these- these dreams? But, they felt like I was really there. And sometimes, they would happen. And now, I think it's because of you all."

He listens intently, leaning back on his hands.

"When I was a girl, I had a dream of Lord Kim visiting our village. And, a few days later, he did."

"Ah, that's what he was talking about? How you've grown?"

You hum affirmatively, tracing a pattern into the soil.

He watches you close, every move you make. "What else have you dreamt of as a child?"

You hesitate for a moment, like you weren't expecting him to continue the conversation. "Well," you exhale softly. May as well converse with the man that The Goddess has slapped you in the face with. "There's... there was a spirit, a man, who always came to me in my dreams- in my waking hours too. As I grew older, he went away. He would tell me to stay where I am, that my fate would come to me. For a while, I thought they were divine visions. That I was an oracle," you stifle a laugh, "I followed the villages witch around asking her how I would know when my fate found me."

    "You sound like you were a cute kid," he smiles your way, and his heart starts thudding as you return the gesture. He gulps before asking, "did the man tell you his name?"

    You look up at the darkening sky as you file through your memories. The dreams and the hallucinations all stopped when you first bled, when you became a woman. It was quite a few years ago by now. "Uhm," you drag on, "I don't rem-"

     𖤐 You were eleven. Sitting on the steps of the village healer's home while your mother got her weekly treatment. You were sad. She wasn't getting any better.

     There was a presence beside you. There was no one there. "Your aura..." It was the same voice you heard at the river. "Why are you sad, sweet child?" His voice was clearer. It had become so with the years.

    "I'm not supposed to speak to spirits," you had said as you clasped your hands in prayer. When you are haunted by the spirit: pray — that is what you were told to do. "I bid you leave me be ka."

    "I am no spirit, I am you and you are me. I can feel your sadness. We can feel it." There was the ghost of a hand, just the faint feeling of it. It was large and cold, it wrapped around yours in a way that felt... comforting. "I might ease your pain."

    You were told that spirits were dangerous. Conniving and malevolent. That they would weasel into your heart and then take advantage of you. You knew this. But this... spirit — he didn't feel any sort of crude.

    You needed comfort, and there he was.

   "My mother," you whispered, "she has fallen gravely ill. She is in such pain, I fear she might not recover."

    It was silent for a long moment, but you knew he hadn't left you; you still felt him in the air. "Death is..." He stalled, and you swore you could feel his sigh against your skin. "Should death come for your mother, she will be at peace. She will no longer be in pain after she joins The Goddess."

   You take another long pause to register his words. "But... she will no longer be here."

    "Does the thought frighten you?"

    This was the longest conversation you'd had with the invisible man at the time. You always got spooked or interrupted. He'd asked many times where you were, but you were always too scared to answer should he be malicious.

    "Deeply, yes." You hadn't admitted it aloud. Not even to your parents. Death, especially of those close to you, scared you. One of your friends had left the village on a trip with her family, and she did not return with them. Only sadness and grief.

    "Death is the most human thing. You should not fear it, sweet child. It is only the beginning..."

    The summer sun was beating down on you. His cold hand was still upon yours. "What is your name?" You had asked. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you after his comforting words. Your father said that to speak the name of evil was to bring it to you. But you wanted to know.

    "Mingi." He had replied quickly. 𖤐

    You turn to Wooyoung after a long moment and find him staring at you.

    "Mingi."

    His eyes widen at that, "Mingi?" His shock turns into laughter, "oh, oh wow! We thought he was jesting!"

    Your brows push together with confusion, "what?"

    "I'm sorry," he says through his giggles, "I'm sorry- it's just, that was no spirit."

    "How could you know that, My Lord?"

   "Because he's the royal seer. He's our soulmate — your soulmate." He watches the cogs turn into your head as you take in the information, going on to explain, "he felt it more than all of us when you were born. He nearly fell over. He started watching over you by veil walking, trying to figure out where you were. He never could, I suppose because he's never been to your village he couldn't place it."

    "W-wait, what?" You hesitate, "who's 'all of us'?"

    "The council." He states simply, licking his lips as he hears your blood start rushing. "We're all fated together."

    You stare out at the horizon, watching the sun inch its way down. You were back to being in disbelief. Two or three soulmates, sure. A few Vampires, you could handle. But you've heard that the High King has seven council members.

    "Shocking, isn't it?" He hums, leaning forward, "for us too. Vampires with a human soulmate... The Goddess should know better. I should warn you, beautiful — the King has a large appetite."

     Tears are welling up in your eyes, and Wooyoung embraces you even as you try to lean away. He buries his head in your shoulder, arms locked around you. He forces himself to calm down, so close to your pulse point that he could easily take a sip. But he doesn't want to make you even more scared. He just wants to hold you.

    The sun is giving its last rays of light, half way below the horizon.

    You tilt your head, watching dumbfounded as something starts blocking the sun from below.

    The moon.

    An eclipse.

   The moon is taking over the sun, blocking out its light.

    As they align, it swallows the star whole.

   The sun becomes void.

𖤐❝THE PREACHERS DAUGHTER❞𖤐

𖤐❝NEXT TIME❞𖤐

You feel like you've never been so exposed in your life.

There's eight pairs of eyes on you, each of which belonging to a Vampire more frightening than the last one you look at.

As you scan the royals slowly, your hand starts trembling. "Do- do I have to, My Lords?"

"Yes," Yunho meets your gaze as you come back to him quickly after taking a peek at the High King. "It's okay ba." He's taking up your dialect in your two weeks together. It makes you slightly less nervous. "We won't let them get out of control."

You take a deep breath and look down at your hands. You pinch the needle tighter and bite your tongue as you prick your finger.

𖤐❝CURSE YOUR NAME❞𖤐

[mamayan]

★彡CRINGE☆彡

Shit I think the KNY Hashira do or have done— this is for fun only, don’t come for me if these doesn’t perfectly align with you~

tw: none!

Water Hashira! Giyuu Tomioka

He talks to himself, like long inner monologues spoken only to like, a wall. It doesn’t make sense half the time. He’s working it out.

Laundry sniffer, he isn’t sure it’s clean until he smells it, and even then he’s confused because is it clean? He’ll rewash clothes because they might smell clean but he can’t remember if he wore it or not.

Tries to pet dogs that absolutely will bite him.

Sound Hashira! Tengen Uzui

Will lose his jewelry and act like someone hid it on purpose from him. Acts similar to a 19 year old who lost their vape at someone’s house.

He’s stained multiple tatami mats/futons with his nail polish because he didn’t let them dry before messing around.

Makes scary faces at children to scare them and then laughs afterward.

Fire Hashira! Kyojuro Rengoku

He will repeat aloud the thing you whisper to him so loudly it defeats the purpose of whispering in his ear.

Will shed everywhere and not clean up after himself. The equivalent of smacking the hair on the shower wall after washing but it’s his whole house. Sorry Senjuro—

Believes tickling is fun and everyone loves it, even when the person being tickled is on the verge of passing out/pissing their pants.

Execute children without trial—

Stone Hashira! Gyomei Himejima

Forgets your height, asks for things that are impossible to get because he put it up way the hell up there.

His head pats are more painful than they are cute, it’s like he’s hammering your skull into your neck.

Will get ink stains on his robes/desk/etc. because he never puts away his stationary properly.

Wind Hashira! Sanemi Shinazugawa

Will threaten you within an inch of your life for one small accident (papercut) but will become enraged if you level him with the same treatment after he’s nearly killed himself with training.

Will mother hen you in the weirdest ways, like wiping your face with his spit to get the dirt off.

Won’t tell you something is wrong with your appearance in public, but will stare you down to give you the hint something is. He thinks it’s a universal sign. No one knows what the hell it means except him and maybe Genya.

Snake Hashira! Obanai Iguro

He comes up with some of the most clever and insidious jokes but tells them at the wrong time. Way too late or too early for anyone to catch it and then it’s not funny anymore.

Will let Kaburamaru shed wherever and will leave the skin. Unless it’s Mitsuri standing right there, he will not be cleaning it up. Has scared multiple Kakushi who thought they stepped on Kaburamaru and killed him.

Doesn’t take his shoes off when entering homes, etc. even if there’s no tatami mats. He only shows respect to Ubuyashiki and Mitsuri’s estates.

Mist Hashira! Muichiro Tokito

He bathes as needed, which in his opinion, doesn’t need to be all that often. Teenage boys are gross no matter how pretty they look. Natural body odor isn’t all that bad though, so he gets away with it.

He will hear you speak words and interpret them entirely however he wants. He will confuse himself because he swore he heard you tell him to go take a nap. You didn’t—

Will send the food back at a restaurant if even the tiniest thing is wrong.

Love Hashira! Mitsuri Kanroji

She will create full and detailed stories in her mind of people around her, and confuse herself because she can’t remember if she thought it for them or if they did it. Me too girl—

Cuteness is justice mentality: The cuter she finds you, the less wrong you can do in her eyes. Obanai

Like Kyojuro, sheds everywhere, 100% the hair on the shower wall sort of girl. She does clean up after herself much better than Kyojuro.

Poison Hashira! Shinobu Kocho my wife

She does no wrong.

Petty as hell and will absolutely make your stay at her estate miserable if you piss her off. You won’t know what you did, but you’ll find your food and living conditions plummet.

Can’t sleep if her pillow doesn’t smell like her, no sleep overs for this girl unless she brings her own bedding.

If she finds out you have a pet peeve, she will lay into it with passion and grit. Tengen loses his shit when he hears people sucking their teeth… Shinobu is happy to recondition him. It’s her way of showing she cares♡!

[sleepy-space-bah]

may I get a headspace pack with rose/arcade vibes? (for the arcade part I specifically want like arcade rhythm games like the kind you would find at a place like Round1 or smth)!!✦

》 Leyla / @peach-soda-divers

In your updated request you mentioned wanting a starry night brownie, which I 100% mixed up with the chocolate chip cookie- so now you get both lol.

Rose Arcade Headspace Pack 彡

The Arcade ☆°⋆

Welcome to the arcade ৲

Flashing lights make for a room full of colour, rhythm games to play. Plushies to grab and wheels to spin, endless games to play.

The arcade is practically endless, all sorts of arcade games and anything you could think of with an emphasis on rhythm games and all the sort. there are colourful neon lights of all shades around and fun carpets galore. the two exists are the employee's only room and a large square archway.

The Connecting Theatre ☆°⋆

Welcome to the theatre ৲

Through the square archway is a room of great lengths, made with marble floors. Bright lights and concessions, hidden paths every way, a hundred different doors.

Through the arcades archway you reach the connecting theatre, a large room with many doors leading to all sort of places. some other rooms, others maybe exits, some just theatre rooms to watch movies. one however is large and made of glass, leading outside.

The Meeting Room ☆°⋆

Welcome to the meeting room ৲

Through the door labeled employees only, a room for all to meet. This place resembles a birthday party room, isn't that a treat?

Entering the arcade's employee's only room you reach the meeting room, though it appears more like a kids birthday party room. The floors have that nostalgic arcade carpeting and the tables are always packed with some sort of birthday themed treat for everyone to enjoy during their important discussions.

The Pathway ☆°⋆

Welcome to the pathway ৲

Now to make our way outside, the roses will retreat. softly you walk through this grove, a place where two worlds meet..

Out the glass door of the theatre you'll find the pathway. You'll be surrounded by roses of all kinds, flower petals falling and blowing with the breeze.

The Front Garden ☆°⋆

Welcome to the garden ৲

Past the path and hidden with care, a clever hideaway. Something feels both calm and right, as if enchanted by fae.

Hidden through the pathway is the front garden, a front room that feels like a dream. To the left is a waterfall hidden by the trees, to the right a pathway to a gate, leading to other parts of the inner world and other various front rooms for more specific quests. Benches are scattered around, statues and flowers as well.

hope this is what you wanted :p here's the playlist lol

[pink-academiaa]

reintroducing myself!! ★彡

with a new year comes new goals and i am also no longer in high school so my old introduction requires an update 🫡 but hello hello

i'm ally, i love pink and i think looking at my studies in pink as well as sharing my notes online fill me with a lot of joy and thus the pink academia studyblr account was born

my goal is simply to get a grade average of 90+ for this year! and to also meet lots of very clever people and to engage with my community both online and irl

i recently made the realisation i was more extroverted than introverted, i just had a lot of social anxiety lol

i'm also currently studying a media/arts double degree and in my first year if thats any relevancy

yayy thats all have a cookie for making it this far 🍪 i look forward to reconnecting with others and seeing everyone else's posts once more

[ensignlin]

TAGS & OC INFO !!!

general tags :

#to know i’m still alive — ic

#and i can’t let her go — ooc

#‘cause i got your picture — oc art

#help me get away from myself — oc info

character tags :

#so long and goodnight — anya

#what if i can't forget you? — curly

#you are the only exception — daisuke

#oh, are you saving me? — hana

#thanks for the memories — jimmy

#this is my last resort — matthais

#don’t waste your time on me — swansea

#glitter on the floor — trisha

general info :

hana lin °。woman ⊹  she/her 𖦹  supply officer 彡 east asian ✶ twenty-three

personality :

You’d have to wonder how this little bundle of nerves and panic-induced nausea weaseled her way into her position as a military officer! This little critter does well in burying herself in too much work and meticulously putting herself together, only to fall apart again. Quite the diligent worker, and clever, too, yet unravels all over again in the face of emotional labor.

She does her best to put on a brave face, though! However, it’s about as brave as a mouse in the face of a lion. Poor little navy officer shoved last minute into space… she’s painfully aware of how badly she sticks out, overcompensating by trying to pull all the weight she can. She only burns herself out, though… but hey, it could be worse!

At least the crew seems friendly enough!

background :

…?

appearance :

[kny-agere]

Can I request Cg giyuu and Little obanai where obanai gets upset and ends up regressing and giyuu has to calm him down?

Sorry for this being kinda short!! Again I’m not very good at writing Iguro :p Don’t feel bad abt requesting him bc of that tho!! Hopefully I will get better and I hope people enjoy this still

★彡☆彡★彡

“Calm down. I’ve slayed the demon.” Giyuu is quick to comfort (or attempt to) his distraught comrade. His hand awkwardly pats Iguro’s back.

It’s not uncommon for any of his teammates to have a distressing reaction to such a fearsome creature. It’s not even uncommon for a hashira to react in such a way given the stressful circumstances. He isn’t familiar however with the way Iguro tucks his thumb into his mouth, stabbing through the bandages rather than removing them. The younger man is curled up into himself. He rocks back and forth, haori getting covered in dirt.

Tomioka tries to make sense of the situation. He isn’t very friendly with most of the other hashira, but the man isn’t heartless despite what his coworkers may think. For now he doesn’t disturb Obanai, taking a mere moment to observe. It’s not a very happy sight but he’s worried a careless action might make the situation worse.

The pupil in Iguro’s good eye is dilated. His unoccupied hand is being used to tug at the striped haori he wears. It’s as if he’s trying to tuck himself into the smallest ball possible. Most of his face is hidden. The half that isn’t covered by his bandages is masked by messy hair. Kaburamaru sits in his usual place around his owner’s neck. A tiny forked tongue flickers out to dip into the tears that spill over Iguro’s cheeks.

Once he can’t find any bruises or cuts on the outside of his companion’s body Giyuu kneels down next to him. When he waves his hand in front of Obanai’s face the boy’s teal eye focuses on the movement. His golden right eye moves too, but it’s slow and remains unfocused.

“I’m going to pick you up.” He hopes the warning will stop both the boy and his snake from struggling in any way. (Come to think of it Giyuu isn’t sure if the reptile is venomous, or even aggressive in the first place.)

Obanai is light, shockingly so. There’s still a hint of muscle on his thin arms but not as much as he expected. Even Muichiro might be bulkier. Tomioka isn’t a doctor though so he doesn’t know what to make of the discovery. For now he’s just glad that he won’t have to carry too much weight (Giyuu remembers having to drag a drunken Uzui back to his room, that was much more difficult). There shouldn’t be any other demons in the area but finding a place for the night would be best.

While the hashira waits for his crow to return with directions he paces in circles. The movement seems calming to Iguro. What were loud sobs have since tapered off into quiet hiccups.

Tomioka doesn’t offer any words. He’s not quite sure what to say and any interruption would likely just put his companion in a worse state. His hands aren’t very clever either but they pat Iguro’s back gently. It’s an action he’s seen Shinobu do when she comes across an injured or mourning slayer.

By the time Kanzaburo returns with directions Iguro is asleep and drooling on his shoulder. Tomioka doesn’t fancy getting scolded by Iguro so he’s happy to continue carrying the man around. Oddly enough the weight in his arms is even comforting.

[junityy]

it took me 2h to understand jks user HELP

[bearonbranch]

★彡 taking care of a sick denji

• so annoying

• whiny & complaining the whole time he’s sick

• doesn’t tell you when he starts feeling sick cause he’s used to taking care of himself

• you wake up to find him sweaty in bed beside you

• when you try bringing down his fever by removing the blankets he has wrapped himself in he’s whining about how mean you are

• hates having a cold cloth on his head, says it feels weird when it’s room temperature so you constantly have to re-wet so it’s cold

• it slides off his forehead and gets your bed covers wet so you have to physically hold it on his head

• will not stop complaining

• he’s cold, he’s hot, his head hurts, he can’t sleep

• he can’t help it though :// and he looks cute pouting so you don’t let the complainants get to you too much

• honestly doesn’t care about getting you sick lmao

• obviously he cares about you, but he’s not thinking straight and wants you close

• will try to kiss you even though he knows he is contagious

• if you tell him to stop he will, though not without a few cranky words

• uses him being sick as an excuse for you to get out of work and cuddle him all day

• the devils can wait, he need you right now

• very restless & gets annoyed when he can’t get comfortable

• starts out in your bed, tossing and turning, trying to sleep then demands a change in scenery so now he’s on the couch

• better for you so you can entertain your self by watching tv while he naps in your lap

• falls asleep quick when you play with his hair

• sleeps better in general when you’re near him

• when he’s sick though he 100% needs you to hold him or he won’t sleep

• so now you have a weird sleep schedule of a normal nights sleep and 3 naps during the day

• when he’s at the peak of his sickness he gets confused a lot

• naps for 10 minutes in the morning & thinks it’s night

• gets mad at you cause he thinks you didn’t feed him lunch

• yes, he still has an appetite for some reason

• but can only keep down bland soups and plain rice

• when he starts getting better he pretends he’s still sick so you can take care of him for longer

• you see through this but let him think he’s clever

• bathing him when he’s sick is a whole event

• doesn’t want to but you force him anyway

• wants you to come in the bath with him but it’s easier to wash him from the outside

• is upset about that for approximately 4 minutes then calms down when you start washing his hair

• closes his eyes and sighs dramatically

• falls asleep in the bath and cue the confusion once more when he wakes up

• relaxes when he sees you watching him with a towel for him in your lap

• you help him dry off and bring him to bed where he tells you how much he loves when you take care of him

• you kiss all over his face and he drifts off, you as well not long after

• overall taking care of sick denji is a little exasperating, but, you get extra cuddle time with him

• when you get his sickness (cause of course you do, he’s been smothering you) he tries his best to take care of you like you did for him

[imashoe69420]

★Rise!Bros X Reader Blurbs/Prompts★

Authors Note: Hey, guys, so I’m kinda at a stand still with posting full fanfics bc I have so many ideas but don’t know how to make them into a story. So I think little blurbs will help get the ideas flowing. And why not post them? Lmfao

If you want to write any of the blurbs and post them, please credit! If it’s ONLY the prompts, I rlly don’t care bc they’re vague lol

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Rise!Donnie Blurb

Prompt: After the turtles nurse Villain!Reader back to health, they take Donnie hostage in the Med Bay in exchange for freedom.

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“You can’t keep me here forever.” Donnie mumbled as you pinned him to the corner of the room, your gaze fixed on the barricaded door. “It’s one on four. You’re outnumbered.”

A dark chuckle left your lips as you slowly turned to face him. “Then how are we in this predicament? It’s really 1v1, isn’t it?” There was a loud bang against the door and you hissed. “Besides, it’s not you that I want.”

The scientist’s malcontented sigh seemed to signify that being held hostage in his own residence was an frequent occurrence. “You caught me off guard when I was changing your bandages. It’s not like you’re some sort of strategical genius. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Donnie’s aloofness only pissed you off. You grasped his bandanna tails and flung him to the concrete floor. He landed harshly, a hushed “oof!” expelling from his lips before you crouched down onto his shell, your foot pressed firmly against the side of his head. The turtle groaned, more annoyed than startled by the sudden violence.

“Listen, I know who you are, Donatello.” You leaned closer to his face, forcing him to look at you. “You are intelligent indeed, but you are not that clever. And you let your falsified morals control you.”

Glaring all the while, Donnie huffed as you further pushed his head into the hard floor. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You take a sharp inhale as you heard yelling on the other side of the door, “Donnie, we’re gonna bust the door down!”

Lifting your foot off his head, you grabbed his short bandanna tails again, raising his head so his gaze rested on the door. You take the claw on your index finger and run it against the turtle’s throat.

“If they come in here, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

☆彡

Rise!Raph Prompt (Angst): Both you and Raph are the oldest in your family and bond over the responsibilities you have to partake in. One of your siblings suddenly die and Raph helps you cope (since he almost lost Leo in the movie).

Rise!Raph Prompt: Raph worries about your ability to fight alongside his brothers after you broke your leg on the last mission.

Rise!Donnie Prompt (Fluff): You and Donnie try to figure out a common love language (as he is more overstimulated through physical touch and you have more auditory ones).

Rise!Leo Prompt (Fluff): You’re overbearingly flirtatious and Leo’s often flustered.

Rise!Future!Leo Prompt (Angst): You sacrifice yourself to save Leo.

[thatfanfictionchick]

Frankly I feel like cooked noodles probably have more structure right now.

Somebody give me a frying pan I'm gonna clobber this phony 😠

Oooh ?

Okay I'm confused. Is it not Jamil? He's trying way too hard to get us to actually help.

Oh. Oh no I see. He thinks we're dumb and is just showering us with empty flattery.

(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

Because surely there's no way this could backfire.

...ah.

Keep us in the dorm so we can't alert anyone else to Kalim acting weird.

Also keeps us right under his nose so we can't mess with his plans anymore.

Clever.

[next]

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Curse Your Name

𖤐❝Prologue❞𖤐

❥Vampire Ateez x fem reader

❝What is destined cannot be avoided.❞

Masterlist + Visualizers

➯a/n: WAAAAAH VAMPIRE ATEEZ I FINALLY DID IIIT HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES

✫彡wordcount: 2.1k

(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see general warnings in the masterlist: visions of violence and blood, hunting fishies, fictional religion, fictional culture and dialect, soulmate au, supernatural elements, not beta read

✫taglist✫(i can't think of something clever help lmao) @soobieboobiebaby

✩index: Caethnor dialect: ka - spoken before or after a sentence to make it more serious or stern. ba - spoken before or after a sentence to make it softer. mi - added after someone's name to show affection. ula - mom.

there will only be a few instances where i use an entirely made up language but when i do the translation will be written next to it {like this}

❝Drink from me and live... forever.❞

MDNI.

𖤐❝This is not a prediction. It is a certainty. ❞𖤐

    "Another daughter to welcome into the village, I hear." The elderly witch stumbles into the small home with her canes support, a smile on her wrinkled face.

    The new mother is resting upon the bed, her child held closely to her chest. Her husband sits only a few feet away, watching his wife with a fond look. 

    "She's a healthy little thing." He says as he stands, placing a hand over hers gently, "Tihilda, will you see our daughter's soulmate?"

    It was only asked as a formality, because of course she would. She had been speaking with The Goddess since she was a child, and had been the villages oracle for over sixty years now. She read everyone's soul mark when they were born. She had read his palm when he was a baby. And read his wife's a few months later.

    Now, many years later, she will read their child's.

     "Let me see the babe," she hums as she sits on the edge of the bed.

    The young woman sits up with a groan, carefully handing over her newborn. Her spouse comes to sit next to her and takes her hands gently as they watch the seer unbundle the baby from the quilt. "She's precious," he whispers to her, looking at her with stars in his eyes.

    The elder settles the precious thing in her lap, smiling as two innocent eyes look up at her. "You two have a beautiful daughter," she nods, gingerly taking the wiggling left arm, "let's see what love awaits her, shall we?"

    She turns the palm face up, looking at it intently. As she reads the lines — she falls into a trance.

Upon the day which blue becomes red and the sun becomes void, the darkness comes for its bride.

"I have waited an eternity."

Eyes turning crimson. Fangs. Blood. So much blood.

"You are promised to us!"

Blue becomes red. 

"Do you remember when I said that I know little of love?"

Screams. Terrible, horrible screams.

"Hold your breath, bite your tongue, close your eyes — do what you must while I do the same."

The sun becomes void.

"You are mine, and I take care of what belongs to me."

Tears from pure eyes. Hands upon hands on virginal flesh. The tainting of innocence.

"My soul craves you in a way that aches. It aches in my bones."

Corruption of the soul.

"We are only haunted by things which that we refuse to accept."

The darkness comes for its bride.

"Drink from me, and live... forever."

    She takes in a sharp breath, trembling as she quickly drops the child's hand.

    "Tihilda!" The woman gasps, "are you-"

"Your child is... cursed. She is to be the soulmate of demons. Of... vampires."

     It's quiet save for the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. The couple stares.

     She knows that the witches predictions are always right, but she refuses; "ka don't jest in such a way." She sniffs as she gathers her child. She holds her to her chest, a frown on her lips as she looks down at the chubby cheeks of her precious first born.

    "This is no jest... This is not a prediction. It is a certainty."

      The man stands up abruptly, gesturing to the door, "I think it's best that you leave."

    "Indeed. I will give you some time, come to me when you are ready."

    He just shakes his head, scratching at his beard.

    She stops with her hand on the door knob. "What is the child's name?"

     The woman wipes her eyes, not looking away from the child. "We have named her (Y/n)."

    "I will pray for her soul."

𖤐❝I bid you, come to me.❞𖤐

     You are six years old the first time you hear it, at least — that's the first time you can remember.

    You're along the rivers edge, learning from your mother how to fish. Your feet freezing cold as you stand deadly still in the ankle deep water, your fingers riddled with splinters that still need tending to after crafting your own wooden spear.

    "Don't move a muscle, (Y/n) mi," she whispers just above the wind whooshing past. "They can feel every little move in the water, they can hear us as well."

    "Is that why you're whispering?" You smile; you're still sporting your baby teeth. You're a slow bloomer. It makes your mother's heart melt.

    "Yes, exactly," your mother smiles back. "Now focus ba. I will go first. Watch closely."

   You watch her every move as she shuffles slowly just a bit deeper into the water, the fish are slightly startled; but they stick around her legs and swim carelessly.

    "T'chu!" You squeak as she moves her spear at the speed of light, piercing both the water and a large fish. {Awesome!}

    "Easy, right?"

    "No way, Ula! I can't move that fast," you pout as she takes the fish and slides it off the spear and into your wicker basket.

    "Not yet, you can't. You will get there!"

    Repositioned and waiting for the fish to settle down once more, you hear a voice in the whipping wind. Over the rushing water around your feet.

    "...feel her... I can feel... hear... me?"

   You look up, brows pushed together as you glance around the river. The words are broken up, incomplete. In a language you don't fully understand at first. It's the realm's language, not your villages. You search for the source.

  It's only you and your mother.

   "Can... hear me?"

  "Yeah..." You nod to the disembodied voice.

   Your mother looks up, curiously. "Hey, focus."

   "Didn't you hear him, Ula?"

    Her face drops, and she knocks the side of her spear against your arm lightly, "focus. Pay no mind to wind spirits ka. Catch yourself a fish." She tightens her grip on the weapon as she looks around.

    You sigh, looking back down at the quickly swimming fish.

    A soft ghost of a hand touches your braid and lifts it up.

    "Ah!" You whip around so quickly that you lose your balance, falling into the shallow bank and soaking your dress in ice cold water. But no one is there.

   Your mother has her spear raised defensively, slicing the air with it as she moves it around.

    You swear you see the ripples in the water coming ever closer to you. Like an invisible force is wading through it.

    "I bid you, come to me."

    "Ula!" You yell, terrified as the voice echoes more clearly in your head.

    "Come to us."

    "Ba swai ulaa fla," she comforts you in your native language as she drops her spear in water and pulls you up; holding your soaked form close as she runs away from the river. {Ba it's just mommy.}

    You certainly get some strange looks as she bolts through the village near dusk with your crying and sodden figure. But she pays them zero mind.

    "Tihilda!" 

   The elderly oracle turns around from her place on one of the pews as your mother bursts into the church at the edge of town.

    She stands up slowly. "The bond is growing strong as she grows. I told you this would happen ba."

    "Please, please, Tihilda," your mother begs as she kneels with you in her arms, "I'm not ready to lose my little girl to... to..."

    "Bring the girl here," she waves with a slight trembling hand, shuffling up the aisle and all the way to the statue at the end of the room, "lay her down."

    She does so, cradling your heated face as she lays you on your back, soaking the rug. "What are you going to do?"

   "Not me. We. We will pray."

  "Pray?" Your mother nearly scoffs, "what good will prayer do if The Goddess is the one who gave her such a horrible destiny?"

    You don't understand much of what's going on. All you know is that you're cold, and you're scared.

     Tihilda slaps her upside the head. "Ka watch your tongue. Kneel with me, and we shall pray for your girls soul to be free of this evil."

You stare up at the stone statue as their voices fill your ears, drowning out the haunting whispers in your head.

𖤐❝My dreams are just dreams!❞𖤐

    When you were thirteen, you had come to terms with the fact that you had no soul mate.

    When you were seven, your parents broke the news to you. You were promised to nobody but The Goddess Grentizia, and you would become a nun after your first bleeding.

    Your friends in the village were off to find theirs in neighboring communities or spending more time with them, leaving you behind.

Perhaps you were lucky that you were a late bloomer. It meant you had more time to do... whatever it is you're doing.

Drawing patterns in the dirt with a stick as life bustles around you.

"(Y/n) mi," Tihilda calls for you softly, "have you gotten lost in your mind again?"

"No ba," you hum, sitting up from where you were laid on your stomach. "I was just... recalling a dream that I had."

"A dream?" She hums back, leaning forward in her seat on the stone bench.

"Ka," your father groans from beside her, closing his holy book. He had become a preacher a few years after your birth. "How many times have we been over this, uh?"

"What's the matter," Tihilda's wrinkled forehead becomes more so, "a child can't dream?"

"My dreams are special."

"(Y/n)!" Your father stands abruptly, making you shrink, "your dreams are just dreams."

"Lir-" {Ok-}

"Say it."

Tihilda sighs deeply, tapping the man's arm, "give the girl a break."

"My dreams are just dreams..."

"Again."

"My dreams are just dreams."

"Again."

"My dreams are just dreams!" You yell with a sudden defiance deep in your voice, staring up at him boldly, and he goes to step towards you when —

"Make way for the Kings Lieutenant!"

In your own world, you and your father had failed to notice the man's arrival. Failed to notice that he was almost in the town center.

"Come," your father ushers you forward, and all of your previous arguments are lost upon you as you run into his arms.

He hurries to take his preachers robes off and drapes them around you, uncaring as the white fabric drags in the mud.

The atmosphere in Caethnor has never been so thick. Your little village is so far out of the way, none of the royal council bothers to visit.

    And for that you were grateful. There was "rumors" about the actions of your undead rulers. And the fact that the royal Lieutenant was here could only mean bad things, especially unannounced.

    He stops in the center of the square. From behind your father, you can see him.

    He seems to be taking deep inhalations through his nose, his lip curling up.

   His head snaps to you. Lieutenant Kim Hongjoong meets your eyes — only for the briefest second before you're hiding behind your father.

    "Hello~" He sing-songs, in front of you both in the literal blink of an eye.

    Your father jumps, startled, and holds your shoulder comfortingly even though his hand is quaking.

   "Hey," he says more sternly when he doesn't get a response, "it's rude to ignore people, child."

   You look up to Tihilda, your eyes wide and uncertain. But she has no answers for you. You have to decide on your own.

   "H-hello ba..." You whisper, cowering behind your father. 

    He takes another deep breath through his nose, lips pressed together. "Hello ba?" He hums, crouching down to your height and meeting your eyes again as you peek.

    "Forgive her, My Lord," your father butts in quickly, "she has never left the village, she only knows our dialect." 

    "How cute... How old are you, child?"

    "I'm-"

     "She's ten! She's only ten! Eleven in Plusu!" He laughs nervously, pulling you further behind his back when the undead man reaches out. You keep your mouth shut. You aren't ten. And you weren't born in Plusu. But he has to be lying for a reason.

     "Ten, huh?" He tuts his tongue, taking one more sniff before standing and rolling his eyes.

     The girl he's looking for is thirteen by now...

    "You shouldn't eat so many golden deadnuts," Hongjoong takes one last glance at you over his shoulder as he walks away, "it makes your blood smell sweet."

His sharp fangs peek from his lips as he smirks. He's as terrifying as the legends.

...But why do you want to go after him? Why was he in your dream?

"Not here. Let's search again on the way back."

𖤐❝PROLOGUE❞𖤐

𖤐❝NEXT TIME❞𖤐

Hongjoong blinks a few times as he surveys the horrified looks of the townspeople. A smirk spreads across his bloody lips — "boo."

The simple word spooks a great deal of them, the broken silence is enough to make them jump. The scarlet liquid in the corner of his mouth makes the children hide.

He and Wooyoung laugh at their reactions, the latter playing idly with your numb fingers.

Yunho places his hand on your cheek slowly, looking down at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You're breathing heavily, eyes dazed as you force yourself to keep your eyelids open. The sweat on your skin doesn't stop the way he strokes your face adoringly. "Where have you been hiding, huh?" He chuckles quietly, the question clearly rhetorical.

Hongjoong is tired of all of these eyes on you. "Everyone out." He turns to you, then back quickly, "leave the preacher. Boys, you can feast."

Villagers start scrambling quickly, yells and cries of panic as the handful of lower ranking Vampires chase them out of the church.

It takes a good few moments for the chaos to clear, and he joins Yunho and Wooyoung in inspecting you slowly while everyone clears out. "How did I miss you, little one?" He hums, rubbing your waist leisurely, "you've grown a great deal. I forget that humans do that."

𖤐❝CURSE YOUR NAME❞𖤐

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros": Nuts

Ares: *gets a few walnuts and starts arranging them in a line*

Dionysus: *walks in* ...hey dude whatcha doing?

Ares: *places an especially large nut at the end of the line* I'm going bust a fat nut.

Dionysus: *took like 30 secs to realize the joke and began to giggle* Say? Can we bust each OTHER'S nuts? *Shows a handful of almonds*

Ares: Bro.

Dionysus: Bro.

Athena: *watching from a distance*....

Aphrodite: *300% prepared to make a nut joke* (~‾▿‾)~ Wow! That sure is a lot of

Athena: if you say anything lude or lascivious right here in front of me....I'm going to bust much more than your soynut of brain from your very cranial cavity.

Aphrodite: ⚆_⚆..... 'clever jokes'. ⚆`_`⚆i was going to say clever jokes. Why you gotta be so hard (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Athena: You're on thin ice with me already, your scandalous behavior has been nothing but a problem for everyone including father. And you have some reason sense of honor considering your current relationship status.

Aphrodite: (*・～・*) look if you like Hephaestus just admit it like there's nothing wrong with him.

Athena: I like his brain....not his exterior. Besides he's already married.....you know........to you.

Aphrodite: ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭ you're the hypocrite here not me. At least I can bust all the nuts I want guilt free unlike your sad starving squirrel of a sex life.

Athena: *not really caring* ..... Careful my dear, fat squirrels attract hungry birds of prey, and if you're not careful.....you could get swooped up...oh wait what am I saying, you'd be too heavy to carry.

Ares and Dionysus: *hearing the drama from the kitchen* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *starts spinning Mordecai and Rigby style around Athena*

Aphrodite: (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡 ARES, DIONYSUS! I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE ON MY SIDE!!!!

Ares: But it was such an awesome burn Aphy.

Dionysus: *still spinning* OOOOOHHHHHHHHH

Aphrodite: (☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞ NO HEAD FOR YOU TONIGHT.

Ares: WHAT?!

Hephaestus: *laughing from a shut door leading to his workshop*

[aliteama]

Hello! May I please request a movie night with (poly) Junpei x reader x Itadori where reader is a clever cookie that always manages to figure out whodunnit in whatever murder mystery they watch? Thank you~!

☆彡 Drabbles☆彡

Yoshino Junpei / Itadori Yuji

☆彡 After repetitive hours of tapping against wooden desks or getting flung across fields there was sole thing both boys couldn’t help but look forward to. Hour long binge sessions coped up on the old couch that was adorned with soda stains and carried the heavy smell of popcorn. Curled up under puffy blankets with old murder mysteries playing, limbs tangled and buzzing as body parts went numb. 

Leaning onto Itadoris side with your legs skewed across Junpei's lap you grimaced at the predictable scene, your more timid lover noticing the look of distaste and pinching at your cheek to wipe the frown away, “This one’s a good movie! Don’t tell me you already figured it out” 

“I didn’t say anything yet! It’s just obvious who the killer is”

Perking up at your words Itadori pointed excitedly towards the screen, his eyes glittery and wide as he turned to you for approval, “It’s the best friend right? Why else would she follow him around all creepy like!” 

“Look closer Yuji, the moms been following him too and she was the only one who has closest access to the murder weapon”

“Your right! I didn’t even notice her”

Shaking your thigh gently Junpei grumbled at the spoilers, his nose scrunching when you pinched at the bridge “Don’t be made we figured it out Jun” pressing pause on the remote he pouted at you with furrowed brows, “But you weren’t supposed to solve it so quick! It’s a three part series!”

“We’ll still watch all three parts!” leaning over you Itadori gave him a thumbs up as he stood from his seat to stretch out, “I’ll go get more snacks too”

“I'm still upset you figured it out so fast, I was hoping you’d at least wait until the sequel” 

“How about we watch something other than a murder mystery?”

“Yuji always laughs too hard at comedies and even if you watch an action or horror movie you’ll still end up figuring out who dies!”

“How about a romance?”

Flushing at your words he fell to his side on the couch, hands covering his face as he mumbled past the gaps in his fingers, “Too cheesy”

“Embarrassed all of a sudden?” leaning over to lay on him you tugged at his tense hands, the tips of his ears a bashful red as he rolled around, “Come on Jun! Romance movie!” 

Parting his fingers he peeked up at you, taking the opportunity to yank his hand from his face you pressed a short kiss to his lips. His eyes widening as he gaped at you before turning around to shove his face in the couch pillows.

“Awh no fair! I want a kiss too! I’ll even watch one of those sappy romances” dropping an armful of candy on the table Itadori leaned over to you with puckered lips as he peppered kisses along your cheek.

“Any sappy romance?”

“Yes any!”

 “Without complaining?”

“Welll maybe just a little complaining”

[littlebluedragonspetz]

The Rainbow Splatoon

A collection of colorful squid catz, on the day of release of the Inklingz breed file on [BAD_DEATH] I definitely went a little overboard and decided to collect one of every color. The little menagerie was cute... But also quite same-y as, all being from the Adoption Center, they all had very similar personalities with only a few of them having some noteworthy differences. Cute, but I could not help but feel I would inevitably gravitate to a single or pair of favorites among the bunch and forget the rest...

But then...

I had started tinkering with hex editing, starting first with Light and Corvo. I learned quite a lot and with that knowledge I returned my thoughts to my squid catz and asked, "Could I make the Rainbow Splatoon better by making them all a little more unique from each other?" The answer is "<コ:彡 yeah!"

Name: Rose SCP: BD Inklingz (Calico-based non-OW) Personality: Playful, kind and friendly (Unchanged control) Favorite Color: Yellow Favorite Flavor: Fish Description: The control of the Rainbow Splatoon, Rose is mostly unaltered and only features a change to her tentacle tips and toes to yellow to match the rest of her peers. She loves the other Inklingz but they aren't always the kindest to her.

Name: Butterscotch SCP: Alley Cat Personality: Aggressive, stubborn and independent Favorite Color: Red Favorite Flavorz: Soft + Bone Description: The fighter of the Rainbow Splatoon, Butterscotch is belligerent and quick to pick fights with everyone else. Well, almost everyone else: Maya's chill vibes and lack of fear around Butterscotch makes the teal Inkling the orange warrior's only friend among the seven squidz.

Name: Sunglow SCP: Orange Shorthair Personality: Anxious, timid but playful Favorite Color: Blue Favorite Flavor: Chicken Description: The scaredy-cat of the Rainbow Splatoon, Sunglow bolts at practically anything and is a sensitive little squid. She really does worry herself sick! At least when she isn't running from misinterpreted "threats" she proves to be a playful squid kitty.

Name: Jade SCP: Persian Personality: Lazy, gluttonous and relaxed Favorite Color: Pink Favorite Flavor: Turkey Description: The sleepyhead of the Rainbow Splatoon, Jade spends much of her time, well, sleeping between her time spent eating. And she is not picky about what she eats! Not even the dog food is off limits to this little glutton!

Name: Maya SCP: Russian Blue Personality: Calm, confident and stubborn Favorite Color: Purple Favorite Flavorz: Chicken + Sweet Description: The free-spirit of the Rainbow Splatoon, Maya keeps her cool in even the most heated situations (which proves useful with how crazy some of her peers can get). That same chill vibe does give her a bit of a stubborn side.

Name: Lapis SCP: Siamese Personality: Proud, independent and clever Favorite Color: Orange Favorite Flavorz: Fish + Catnip Description: The snob of the Rainbow Splatoon, Lapis isn't one for play and tends to keep only a few close confidantes among her peers but who knows how long that will last. She does seem to have a soft spot for puppiez and kittenz, though.

Name: Eminence SCP: Chinchilla Persian Personality: Spoiled, gentle but clingy Favorite Color: Green Favorite Flavorz: Sweet + Soft Description: The princess of the Rainbow Splatoon, Eminence loves being the center of attention and is eager to please so long as everyone else heaps the praise. She is legitimately friendly but her tendency towards throwing tantrums when things don't go her way can make her come across as abrasive at times.

Bonus Facts! 1. When editing everyone I approached how I would change everyone like how I approach character design for animals. I also changed everyone according to how they should act around one another as the seven would be seeing each other quite a lot! 2. Some traits that I did not touch included Maya and Eminence being friends from the start, Lapis having high finickiness and Sunglow and Eminence naturally being tricksters. Some of them also had 100 in certain stats that aligned with the personality I was building for them so I kept them at 100. 3. If you are unfamiliar with Splatoon fanart it's not unusual to come across Inkling and Octoling OCs with bi-colored hair. As much as the plan was to leave Rose completely unaltered I couldn't resist adding this detail when I realized I could swap around textures.