#𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖘

[can-i-hold-you-in-my-mouth]

❤️💚💛 ough.... head/reader

💚 : 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉��� 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓? 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗?

“head gets so fucking sick so fucking often it’s not even funny. he just has a weak as immune system!!!! but ofc beloved y/n has learned to be a good care taker for a lovely weak immune system ass boy <3”

💛: 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘?

“both? because who doesn’t”

❤️: 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖈? 𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖊?

“head in public & private, he’s just like that and we love our goofy silliness goober”

[yuichiroswife]

why are you sending yourself rude anons

{ Uh... what? Why the fuck would I do that, lmfao? The hell kind of purpose would that serve? Sorry if you think that's me, but you got the wrong person. I'm here to have fun and that's it. Smooches, baby~. 💋 Have a lovely day. }

[guardian-of-dreams]

The young woman that NiGHTS soon found was seen held hostage by Reala. She noticed NiGHTS approach the two. “Please... You have to help me...” She said to the purple nightmaren.

♢ — NiGHTS knew that someone had called them for help, but they certainly didn't expect to see a visitor being held captive by Reala, especially since he normally tried to steal the visitors Ideyas instead of outright imprisoning them. Though it seemed as if Reala wasn't quite paying attention to the visitor (probably lost in one of his various deep monologues as per usual), thus why they took this chance to quickly fly over to towards the female before reaching out to take them by the hand. "Here," NiGHTS speaks both quietly and gently to the other, "take my hand so we can get out of here before Reala comes back to his senses."

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐲’𝐀𝐦𝐡𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ɢɴ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

Tw: Mentions of war, skypeople mentioned, fire, blood, mentions of na’vi sacrifices, mentions of cannibalism, the clan isn’t very friendly at first, mentions of death, Neteyam isn’t dead, emotional, polyamory.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ:𝕾𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖕 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ:𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖘 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ:𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕰𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪᴠ:​𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗  ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠ:𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠɪ:𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑coming soon... ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠɪɪ coming soon... ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠɪɪɪ coming soon... ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪx coming soon... ᴘᴀʀᴛ x coming soon....

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘/𝕱𝖎𝖈𝖘

𝖍𝖈

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖞'𝕬𝖒𝖍𝖚𝖑 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓  𝕴𝕴

𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

𝕬𝖞'𝕬𝖒𝖍𝖚𝖑 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖈

𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘

𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖘: 1,

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘

𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖞 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕴𝕴

𝕱𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑

𝕬 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊, 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕭𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉

𝕬 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘

𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊

[madsfrank]

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╰┈➤ 𝕬𝖀 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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╰┈➤ 𝕬𝖀 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 (𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉)

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[askveilofshadows]

☆𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓!☆

✨️ Name: glassjungle

✨️Pronouns: he/him

✨️Faction: Survivor (the baron didn't like him crashing randomly so he gave him a faction )

✨️Title: The Moon (Also nicknamed "The Overseer" by the cultists)

✨️Species: Ender dragon/ Warden (he is originally from the minecraft universe leave him alone lmao)

✨️Description: A prince from a long forgotten time where monsters and humans lived in peace before the humans attacked. The prince is a weird from dragon standards with scales like glass, legs of a moose guilded by a strange metal, the head of a tiger, the horns of a ram, the tail of a chameleon , the over sized paws of a lynx and the bite of the inland Taipan Despite his genes comprising of the two most dangerous species ever recorded he remains friendly and helpful as his reported "medic" role in the lands of old. His kindness and perseverance prevents him from hurting anyone cementing his role as a survivor. Though the cultist's cat's gaze at him tells a diffrent story , maybe the eye of darkness knows more than glass will tell us.

[evesaintyves]

14 & 39 (and tell us about it if you’re willing!)

thank you @celestemagnoliathewriter 🎷

14: Do you miss someone?

my dog has been ignoring me all day 😭

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

i was 14! i was with my friend kyle on the tilt-a-whirl ride inside the weird cavelike arcade under the pier (rip). we had just taken some hits off somebody's blunt and making out in the spinning car was funnnnnnnnnnnn

𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕬𝖘𝖐𝖘

[fanaiceach]

@ecsile​​ asked: “ we’re not alone here. ” ( hullo c: )

blair witch starters || accepting

      The street is quiet, almost eerily abandoned -- odd, considering it’s just past nightfall in a district of London that had once been teaming with shops and restaurants and life. A few torn and weather-beaten posters remind citizens of the epidemic, the more human one, that’s ravaged populations in the city and beyond and the piecemeal measures taken to try and contain it.

      And if that wasn’t enough, now there’s the rising plague of an entirely different nature to contend with. Not that the average person is aware of what comes crawling out of the sewers every night. That’s the way Geoffrey would prefer to keep it, really -- if people knew what was out there, it would only make the Guard’s job harder as every politician and average Londoner would start getting ideas in their heads about solutions to problems they couldn’t comprehend. No, it’s better to keep the masses in the dark and hope they stayed there. 

      Which is why Geoffrey never likes when his patrols are interrupted by a member of those blissfully unaware masses. In spite of his best efforts, he knows what the Guard’s reputation is with the general population, and it’s hardly positive, particularly in the posher districts. Those under his leadership are labeled as thugs more often than not by those that don’t understand their mission. 

      A Skal’s shriek sounds just a little farther up the road before he has a chance to say anything to the woman in his patrol’s path. With a slight gesture of his hand the two men flanking him take off down the cobblestones to investigate, leaving Geoffrey there with her. He nods curtly at her words. “Have you seen anything strange tonight, miss?” It’s possible she ran into whatever Skal is making a racket in the nearby distance -- or any number of other dangers roaming London’s streets. “My men might be able to take care of it.” He can’t do much if the interlopers she’s mentioned are with a gang, but if they’re leeches, well. That won’t be a problem.

[fanaiceach]

@celestieu​ asked: “ i must have blacked out for hours. ”

blair witch starters || accepting

      “Most people just call it ‘sleeping’.”

      It’s meant half teasingly, but there’s uncertainty underpinning the sentiment. Pregnancy hadn’t been easy for Madeline, and even that had seemed far less trying than her actually giving birth. Geoffrey had allowed himself to believe, in the aftermath, that the worst of it was over. His wife was alright -- in rough shape but alive and slowly but steadily recovering -- and so was his daughter. 

       But Madeline as a new mother has been her own force to reckon with. Even in the days of London’s epidemic he’d known her as the type to spread herself thin, work herself to the bone in pursuit of aiding others. He sees the signs of her running herself down again, but he’s finding it more than a little challenging to convince her to take a break and take care of herself. Fretting over the baby is understandable -- he’s found himself living with a new baseline of worry for the sake of this new life in his hands. But to do so at the complete detriment of herself won’t do any of them much good before long. So in a rare moment where he catches his wife dozing off in the chair set beside Aoife’s crib, he carefully slips the baby from her arms, covers her with a blanket, and makes his way quietly out of the bedroom.

      When she wakes, he’s seated in the living room, Aoife sleeping soundly in the crook of his elbow while he reads a book open on his knee. He frowns when Madeline sounds distraught and insists she must have slept for hours -- glancing at his wristwatch, it hasn’t been more than a half hour since he sat down. 

      “You need to rest, love,” he insists gently, closing his book but not moving from his seat so as not to disturb Aoife. “You fed her right before you fell asleep, she’ll be fine for another hour or two at least.” And considering that milk isn’t her only source of nutrition, it’s not as though she’ll starve without her mother. Geoffrey cants his head towards the direction of their bedroom. “We’ll be okay -- let me take care of my girls for a change.”

[fanaiceach]

@celestieu​ asked: bites :/

weird that none of the pregnancy guides mention this particular craving

[fanaiceach]

@unethicalpractice​ asked: "If I was a vampire, I'd pick you as my puzzle and spend a lifetime trying and figure you out."

      “If you were a vampire, you’d have about an hour at most to solve the puzzle before I took your head off -- and that’s me being generous.”

      “Can’t you content yourself to a human lifetime like a reasonable man?”

[fanaiceach]

@mauscleum​ asked: “ i’m not like you. ” - Jake

blair witch starters || not accepting

      “No, I suppose not.”

      Except he’d been that angry, once. It had decades to buff out the chip on his shoulder, to stop seeing his past as a burden intent on crushing him alive. He’d never thought to describe himself as a happy man at Priwen’s helm, or in the years that followed as he floundered in his newfound immortality. But somewhere along the way he let himself really, truly reflect on it all. The anger had always been there but it was misdirected, a fire set and left unattended as it swallowed up whatever passed as kindling. Priwen, the hunt, all of it -- he’d only ever been running. And when he paused to catch his breath, to look back at the things that had been hounding him all along--

      It was never about the damned leeches. 

      Which wasn’t the same situation that Park was in, but Geoffrey could see where there were parallels. He could look across at the other’s path and recognize some of the same terrain he’d once crossed way back when. Family was never an easy thing. Of course he’d had to tell Park that his mother was looking for him. He’d guessed that the information wouldn’t be well-received, considering the isolation the younger man set his cabin down in the middle of. People that didn’t want to be found often had good reasons -- or at least thought their reasons were good. Yet in spite of his better judgement he’d pushed a little too far, made it a touch too personal, when he suggested only that it might be worth letting his mother know he was alive even if he had no plans of going home.

      Geoffrey liked his work, the hunts for answers rather than blood. His relatively short list of monetary needs meant he could afford to be choosy with clients, and more often than not he gravitated towards ones that tugged on his heartstrings. Desperate, grieving mothers were rarely turned away. They reminded him too much of a lifetime passed, his Mam trying so hard to hide her worries as the days passed with no word from her eldest son or husband. What he hated most, though, was disappointing them. The instances where his investigations turned up nothing were rare -- even finding a body provided a gruesome sort of closure -- but they happened. And there was nothing worse than their sunken faces and deflated shoulders, watching as a certain kind of misery overtook them when they realized they’d never know what happened to their children.

      So much of that anger he’d once carried had been nothing more than his own grief and hurt and disappointment at failing the people he loved. Even without meaning too he’d tallied up all of the things he should have said or done but never did. If he could spare someone else that pain, he would -- but the last thing he wanted was to sound like a self-righteous ass in the process. That didn’t serve anyone.

      “What you choose to do is your own business -- I only wanted all of the cards out on the table. But unless I think they’re a threat to the person they’re trying to find, I don’t make it a habit of lying to my clients about what I turn up.” Not said as a threat, but as a fair warning. “Just consider if that’s a conversation you’d rather have with her yourself.”

[fanaiceach]

@himncskur​ asked: “ guess we’re both full of surprises. ”

blair witch starters || not accepting 

      It’s been weeks and he still isn’t used to it -- not that he expected a brief and easy adjustment period. Every leech he’s seen crawling out of their own grave has been halfway to mad, and in his experience it’s only been an act of deception when they seem anything close to put together. Their hunger overrides all. That’s what he’s been taught. That’s what he’s witnessed firsthand time and time again. Vampires are shackled to their instincts, their entire existence honed towards the pursuit of blood.

      That he hasn’t attacked one of his own men yet feels like a miracle. Ever since he re-awoke, the self-loathing has nagged at him almost as acutely as the thirst burning in the back of his throat. If he were a true disciple of Carl’s teachings he would have killed himself by now -- and yet something keeps Geoffrey from putting a gun to his head or outing himself to Priwen and letting them take care of the rest. Maybe it’s no more than simple cowardice. Or maybe he’s just kidding himself as much as any other civilized leech in thinking that something about his condition is different. 

      But the truth of the matter is that there is a strangeness to this new state of being. The Guard are well-trained in picking leeches out of a crowd, and yet not a single one of them has given their own recently turned leader a second glance. He can still eat human food -- tasteless as it now seems -- without being sick, and though the sunlight scalds his skin with prolonged exposure it isn’t deadly in an instant. And the hunger... he hasn’t felt it in response to human blood. When he’d fed off Hampton as his first victim, he assumed it was a moment of pure desperation. But now the only ichor that stands as irresistible is that he spills on the hunt. 

      It doesn’t make sense compared to all that he knows, or thought he knew, about vampires. But for now it’s keeping him fed and sane without hurting anyone that matters. In the wake of the epidemic’s peak it’s easy to justify solo patrols. That’s why he finds himself alone now, fangs buried in the meat of a Skal’s neck while they writhe and die under him. Skal blood stands second to Ekon blood, he’s learned, but beggars can’t be choosers. A snarl sounds in his throat when the creature thrashes with one last burst of energy, and he snaps his head back and takes a chunk of the thing’s throat with him. It wastes blood but silences the creature immediately, and he’s about to drink of what remains when a voice sounds at the mouth of the alley.

      His attention snaps quickly towards the source, and for a moment he merely bares his teeth at the red-washed world around him -- too lost in the heat of a feeding to make sense of what’s happening. When no competition comes to claim his kill he relaxes slightly, enough so that shades of grey creep back into his vision. And then the full spectrum of color crashes in all at once when he realizes he’s been found out.

     The Skal’s limp, gurgling body hits the pavement with a thunk as Geoffrey straightens and wipes the back of a sleeve across his mouth. It does little more than smear a sticky streak of blood from his lips across his cheek. There’s nothing he can say that would explain this away. He swallows thickly and it tastes of overwhelming copper. She isn’t with the Guard directly and that might prove a saving grace -- but that doesn’t mean she won’t kill him herself. Is he free of fear because he welcomes it, or because he knows how good of a fight he can put up when cornered?

      “This doesn’t concern you. If you’ve surprises of your own, then leave me to mine.”

[yuichiroswife]

@s-talking​​ asked: no house is ever truly ' evil. ' most are looked upon as charming, even endearing. the house which mika came to live in is also of no exception ------- its crooked walls cannot listen, the covered windows cannot see, the rotten doors cannot harm ------- you are safe, most people would say, however, such words couldn't be anymore wrong.

as mika slowly descends down the creaking steps, a voice suddenly calls out from the basement below, " mika.... come here.... " it's without a doubt envy's.

the only issue...?

the basement is pitch black, & envy isn't home.

✠ || Many often believed that being within the walls of one’s home were meant to be tranquil. Bringing about comfort and ease to those that lived within, serving as the one place you can truly be considered safe. After all, home is where the heart is, no? Home is most certainly not, or at least, it wasn’t in this case. No. The place that he now called home was nothing of the sort, but instead served as some kind of never-ending nightmare that he just couldn’t seem to escape and even after spending about a year within these walls... he just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread and fear that attached to his shoulders like a parasite. He had seen things, far too many things, and even though he should be used to it, he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes for even a moment without imagining some kind of unspeakable horror. How could he? He knew there was something wrong, more than just the things he’s seen — something about that godforsaken basement — and yet he can’t seem to bring himself to investigate it as he did before. That doesn’t seem to matter though...

✠ || He finds himself making his way towards the basement door, feet slowly shuffling against the floor. He places his hand against the knob and decides to give it a turn. It’s not like it’d open, right? The door is always kept locked. But much to his surprise, it wasn’t. Instead the doorknob turns and he’s able to pull it open, allowing him to stare down into the darkness, and if feels like he’s standing there for hours until he finally starts to descend the stairs — the very same stairs he’s traveled down before all this madness occurred. Even though he tries his best to take light steps, the stairs still creak loudly underneath his weight, causing him to stop and listen for some kind of sound. And that’s when he hears it... the sound of Envy’s voice calling to him.

✠ || It was enough to startle him slightly, especially because he wasn’t expecting to be caught doing something he shouldn’t so suddenly. He hesitates to respond to the other, eyes somewhat wandering the darkness as if looking for something, left hand coming to find itself pressed against the wall while the right rests upon his chest before finally answering. “Ah... I’m coming...” He should have expected the other to know when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, especially since he’s had a very close eye on him from the start. He continues to make his way downstairs, quietly trying to think of a way to explain what he was doing, but then it hits him.

✠ ||                                               Envy wasn’t even home.

✠ || Steps suddenly come to a complete stop, refusing to move even an inch further, but alas... he was already at the bottom of the landing. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, he doesn’t even know what he can do in this situation, but everything in his body is screaming at him to run back up the stairs. So that’s what he did. Taking only a second to see if perhaps he was wrong and Envy was indeed home before turning his body in one swift movement, footsteps frantically rushing back up the stairs, practically throwing himself through the doorway and slamming it shut behind himself. Back pressed up against the hard surface as eyes quickly look around the room in hopes of finding the key nearby, but he’s certain that he won’t find it because he was sure Envy keeps it on his person. He would just have to hope that whatever was down there isn’t smart enough to come up. But that was what he really wanted to know... What exactly was in the basement and how was it able to mimic Envy’s voice so perfectly?

✠ || Just what had he gotten himself into?

[yuichiroswife]

Anonymous asked: if someone was to suddenly confess to mika, what would his reaction be?

{ Well, it entirely depends on who it is exactly that’s confessing to him. Considering how I have so many different verse/AUs where Mika knows a bunch of different people, I’ll just go with the characters from OnS in the Shinoa Squad.

Obviously, if it’s Yuu, Mika would likely be really happy since he also has feeling for Yuu as well (at least my Mika does anyway) but he’d also be pretty embarrassed and probably feel as if he doesn’t deserve Yuu. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that in the canon, Mika tends to feel unworthy of Yuu and he often doubts himself a whole lot too. Most of it is from his survivor’s guilt and the rest comes from the fact that he’s now a vampire. It would likely take a little while for Mika to learn how to be less guilt-ridden, but I feel like over time, because of Yuu, he’d be able to be happy (or at least as happy as he can be as a vampire with “no emotions”).

If it’s one of the girls, like Mitsuba or Shinoa, he would probably be a lot more skeptical about their feelings towards him since he knows Shinoa has a tendency to be rather... overwhelming with her teasing and Mitsuba is pretty hot-headed when it comes down to certain things. I feel like (since he doesn’t get much interaction with them in canon) he would probably have the hardest time getting used to them since they’re more... uh... not straightforward but... pushy? I dunno the proper word, but I’m sure you get what I’m trying to say. Though, despite that, given some effort on their end, he would come to like them back (or at least as much as he can) and treat them like his entire world.

If it’s one of the boys, like Kimizuki and Yoichi (obviously excluding Yuu since I already mentioned him), he would likely feel two different ways about them confessing to him. Yoichi would probably make him feel somewhat flattered since he’s so sweet, but at the same time he would feel like he’s not worthy of someone as compassionate as he is. Meanwhile with Kimizuki, he’d be pretty surprised to hear that he has feelings for him, especially given how serious Kimizuki tends to act (aside from when he’s arguing with Yuu anyway). I feel as if he would come to accept Yoichi a lot faster than he would Kimizuki simply because he’s just a little more skeptical about his actual intentions. }

[yuichiroswife]

Anonymous asked: hey Mikaela! What's the one gift you always wanted but never got as a kid?

✠ || “Something I’ve always wanted but never got, huh?” Verbally mimicking the question asked of him, he takes a few moments to think, folding one arm across his chest while he brings the other to rest just underneath his chin, index finger mindlessly musing with his lower lip. Truthfully, there wasn’t really much that he wanted as a child, and once he finally had wanted something, it wasn’t exactly an easy feat to accomplish — given the fact all he really wanted was for his father’s alcoholic tendencies (and beatings) to stop alongside his mother’s obsessive cultist ramblings — but he supposed that there must have been something he wanted before that. Perhaps it was the day him and his older sister found a stray kitten? They had wanted so badly to keep it, but their father forbad them. “I suppose it’d have to be a pet? Me and Ely-chan have always had a thing for cats, but our father would never allow us to have one. I could never really figure out why, but I suppose it was just part of his alcoholic habits?” Though now it didn’t matter much, given the fact he now had quite a few pets.