#( ♚ ) — event.

[tazmilyxfamily]

@darkcacaocookieandfriends inquired:

“ What are you going to be for Halloween? “ (Choco Werehound to Dark Choco)

Hallowmeme

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"Me?" While it might've seemed like an odd question from the Werehound, Dark Choco knew better, and thus would give him an honest answer. "Mm... I had an idea, but I'm not entirely set on it..."

Knowing him, he'd probably end up asking Pumpkin Pie for help again regardless. If she didn't come to him, anyway.

"...Have you and Licorice decided on anything?"

[herok1ng]

figuring out quite quickly through forum-thread browsing that the way i see marth and the way the general public ( irt fe fans 💀) sees marth are... very different...

[sanctummilitis]

Steering clear of entering the forest outright, she had traversed the edges of land upon which Airisalians had settled so to avoid drawing attention. Behind its outer layer of trees, her blood ran cold to dare enter, the scent of blood polluting the air. it had been only for the benefit of an efficient hiding place should she be discovered that she'd even come near the woodland, pushing down against the uncomfortable squirming of her gut.

Outside may not have been the issue though — for the rapid movements of someone, or something, within the shade of tree trunks caught her eye. it may have been a natural flicker in the corner of her eye, but within enemy territory, she was not about to take any chances, nor could she afford to.

With swift manoeuvre, the Fae brandished Excalibur and took up an aggressive stance in preparation for any intended ambush. If they believed her vulnerable or foolhardy for coming alone, she would demonstrate it to be misguided. She had bled once in the forest and would not do so again. "Show yourself — if force is necessary, know there will be no hesitation".

@kindliar

[carnal-lnstinct]

Hi! I have a question but feel no pressure to answer, after you finish the last vday request, what are you planning to do? Are you gonna update some of your previous fics or something new? I'm curious, you're one of my favorite writers and I can't wait to see what you do next 🥺

Thanks for asking and thanks for enjoying my fics! ♥♥♥

It's going to be a mix of both updates and new fics. I don't have any events in mind right now or really know of any monthly occurrences at the moment that I will be doing until July. There's three big wips for certain I wanna wrap up, and as far as new stuff...honestly I'm probably expecting more from myself than I should with my schedule but we'll see what sticks! I try to keep my current wips updated on my pinned post to show what I'm working on but after thinking about it, I really need to reassess what I'm actually writing and update it again.

Here's a more updated version of current wips following vday in no particular order

virgin!vegeta fic - this one I am working on alongside final vday fic

right of passage update

ss4!Vegeta cuddle sex

dark red: goku black

Captured!Goku x bounty hunter fic

secret 6th thing that is totally not for cumber you read nothing

Idk if I missed something but it seems to be kind of a gap for writing events between March and July, but Z Broly and Goku's birthday is in April, plenty of time to plan something for the occasion ♥ I'll probably just take general writing requests after I get my wips down enough.

[thepeacock-prince]

Who: @roaringlilyevans

Where: The Hopping Pot

Lucius was just turning around from the bar, hands full with firewhiskey when he almost bumped in to them. Only just balancing the glasses in time to avoid spilling it down himself. His eyes rolled when he saw the streak of red. Lily Evans wasn't some he knew well, but her reputation preceded her. A little mudblood who had thoughts way above her station. Trouble was what she was. Friends with the biggest blood traitor of them all, Sirius Black, not that he deserved to use that name anymore. That little group was something he needed to keep an eye on. Sirius was unfortunately not stupid. "I know we're all having fun, but do be careful won't you- the next person you run in to might not be as forgiving as I am"

[kinglyisms-archived]

A timeline of the downfall of King Gaito Nakamura, the 22nd King of Abarith.

King Gaito Nakamura (Hiroki's Father), a very cruel man who viewed his soldiers and citizens as tools of war. Wanted to expand Abarith and conquer the lands around them to improve their lives. Married Queen Shizuka Nakamura in their early youth.

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Queen Shizuka Nakamura (Hiroki's Mother) saw the suffering of the Citizens and enlisted them help of her most trusted friends and the Ladies of the Court. Lacina Reid (Luka's mother and Shizuka's most trusted friend), Evelyn Cross (Wyatt's mother), Mirette Samaha (Amir's mother). They formed a plan, with the plant that Shizuka created that was very poisonus, they intended to kill the King with a poison that currently had no antidote.

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Worried about being caught and seeing a way to improve her own life and standing in the Kingdom, Mirette decided to tell the King their plan.

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With options limited, the people already unrested, the King decided to turn them on themselves. He hired people to kill Evelyn and her family and make it appear as if the Vampires were the cause of it. Late at night the Cross Estate was broken into, the family slaughtered, and the remaining children kidnapped from their home. In the morning, the Witches woke to their Coven leader dead in her home, her family gone.

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As Gaito predicted, the retaliation was imminent. While John Reid (Luka's father) was out for the night, the Witches broke into the house and bound Lacina Reid in her own living room with her son. They set the house ablaze and burned her and her son alive. John Reid arrived home in time to save only his son.

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With the plan firmly in motion and working, Gaito only had one last target left. He sat down with his Wife and gave her an ultimatum as he filled a teacup with the poison she had intended to use on him. Gaito wouldn't kill their son if she killed herself.

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Hiroki found his mother on the floor of her bedroom the next morning.

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For all of them, things had worked out great. Mirette was promised very large things, Gaito had no one else in his way. Then, in the middle of the night a few years later, Hiroki snuck into his father's room while he slept. Unaware of what was to happen, his own son crawled into his bed and used his power over time to stop his father's heart from beating.

[princevirtue]

@moraypower // event starter call.

♚ : and beyond the gate, there had been an ocean. it had been ages since miko had seen the sea - and never before had she seen it from this perspective. beneath the waves she could not see, far far below the surface, it seemed that the light was unable to reach these depths. so why was it that she still found herself able to see, even now as she peered into one of the light-starved caves that riddles the ocean floor?

'curious - ' but her voice came out garbled, distorted by the water. even if the strange fins that dotted her arms were an acceptable change, to be unable to speak properly down here was... concerning. was there a way around that? surely there would be another adaptation thrust upon her by the gods of this place.

in the meanwhile, all she could do was wave at the approaching individual swimming towards her.

[areadri]

   @fellstcr​​ sent---                The gifts had been wrapped in brown wrapping paper and twine, gathered together and topped with a blue ribbon. It was left neatly on the doorstep of 205 with only a letter to mark its recipient. 'To Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd'.

Inside was a dark blue coat, fur-lined and well made, but simple in design. Atop it was a woolen, grey scarf, and a pair of leather gloves eerily reminiscent of the ones he'd once lost in his school days. (and if he looked close enough, he might be able to find the wilted petals of an iris. )

The envelope bore no name, but the scrawl was unmistakably the professor's.

The letter itself read:

Dear Dimitri,

Happy Birthday. 

These gifts are to help you keep warm throughout this winter. Perhaps one day I will be able to make up for the many birthdays of yours I have missed... Until then, I hope these will suffice. At least, as a start.

My door is open to you, always. 

Please reach out to me if you need anything.

Your friend,

Byleth Eisner.

       THERE ARE WOUNDS IN HIS EYES, hidden behind every shadow cast upon them. he would weep, if he had any tears left to give, but he mustn’t be so foolish as to let himself become complacent; weak. it is a moment so fleeting that he finds himself lamenting a past that was no longer his. the monastery, his classmates, his house--- those who pledged to him their undying loyalty. he smiled with them once, found something to enjoy in every day... and her. she was there too, guiding him, teaching him to become the best version of himself, and for her, he sought to do the same. 

       as he reads her letter, it speaks in her voice, and the memories come rushing back, despite his best attempts to refuse them. it drowns out the others, and for the first time in a long time, he hears only her.

       how strange, he muses wistfully, that after so long--- all that anger, hatred, and regret, he should feel something... else. it does not demand recompense of him, nor suffering for his mistakes, but... forgiveness. is it for himself? his wilted form shudders, for it hurts far too much. 

       by her name, dimitri grazes a thumb gently over the page, before finally tearing his eye away to note the contents of the package again. he reaches, brushing aside the paper to retrieve... a petal. letting it fall neatly into his palm, he examines it silently. it’s dead, but not gone, and he angles his hand slowly, dropping the petal onto the letter and setting it aside on the table. the prince is vulnerable once more, slumping back into his seat as the ghosts shroud him.

       ... their voices are not as overwhelming as usual.

[fractempyreal]

" so, one of the sons of sparda still lives, and is thriving, even. "

( government assigned phorus, also blue/silver coded demon that is also a giant space angel cat )

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 ,        though the typical drawl of disdain from demons  (  usually paired with a threat of some sort  )  implied that they sought to relieve the Devil from their life ,   though this stranger was no demon that the Devil had ever taken note of .   Shocking pale gaze shifts over towards the man ,   bridge of nose barely crinkling in moment of consideration as to whether or not to deem them worthy of a response .   They don't deliberate for very long ,   considering that it seems no more than a statement rather than a derisive threat upon his life .  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    . . .   & you are ?    ❜       𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 ,        slowly turning to face the other  &  allowing head to incline ever so slightly as they carefully regard them .   The aura of grandeur is plain enough ,   posture held straight as a rail with lavish clothes .   Though not ostentatious ,   it was evident that he held himself in enough high regard to approach the Devil with a demeanor that led Vergil to believe he had no need to fear for his life .   Uncommon ,   though not unheard of .

@pnthra

[sanctummilitis]

As alien this region might be, who was he to anticipate there might be hostiles? There should be no fault laid on his shoulders, and she signalled that by a shaking head. "The artificial environment would suggest a human population — there would have been an expectation to meet residents, not beasts". though given the condition into which it was deteriorating, it begged the question of what happened to them.

If they may have escaped, as the plundered clinic might suggest, but if so, why had there been no word about escapees falling? Unless their destination was not beneath but elsewhere... or simply hadn't made it out. Unanswered questions with concerning possibilities, but pooling energy into solving the mystery would detract from performing whatever necessary for own survival. Even if patched up, Eiden required a secure location in which to rest and recover his wounds.

"It isn't over yet". Casting a glance across their surroundings and the doorway through which they'd come from the lobby, she could assess no immediate threat had drawn closer. "Until you are somewhere we can guarantee is out of harm's way. Should you wish, I can cover you until then". A pause. "More delicately this time".

Fingers dig into his seat as the fabric tightens against his skin, a little nervous. Nobody likes to get hurt after all. His body strains along, making his teeth grind against the cloth in between but yet he manages to keep the whine from forming. The breathe still escapes harsh.

Though he initially closed his eyes he ends up peeking, barely witnessing the sight of her work. The glimpse is however still enough for Eiden to relax a smidgen.

As she finishes Eiden releases a heavy exhale as he removes the tea towel.

" Ahh, well, that's what I get from wandering about", Eiden laughs testing the wraps himself by carefully moving the arm a bit.

" ...err. Thanks. Again. You're a big help for real. "

[cynicalneoprincessism]

My coord for The Queen Is Dead, inspired by 80s Vivienne Westwood. You can get my coord rundown, see more photos, and read about the event on my blog~

.·:*¨ ��♚✘ ¨*:·.Cynical Neo Princessism.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

[tazmilyxfamily]

Anonymous inquired:

What costume are you wearing?

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"...I don't remember his name. Pumpkin Pie chose this for me." Dark Choco admitted, though he didn't seem ashamed, instead fiddling with the top layer of his faux armor. "All I remember is that he has a scar on the same eye as my own. Burnt instead of cut, but still given to him by his father before he was banished from his kingdom."

There's a pause, during which he seems to become a little... amused? But only slightly.

"...Mm. He also wears very poorly designed armor."

[sanctummilitis]

That ghostly visage... surely it couldn't be. "—Eiden?"

As result of Spirale's system of resurrection once one should escape the Abyss, the mere idea of encountering one before that process be complete had become one rather alien. Then again, her own appearance contrasted starkly to what others had become familiar with — as jovial as he typically was, she had her wonder as to if he had similar grievances. Dressing up as a ghost was one thing, but truly becoming the part was another, particularly given the necessary step.

The hand on her sword's hilt eased; indiscriminately attacking unholy had never been her style, and who knew if a ghost could be dispatched by its holy light. A weighted exhale fell from her lips, dispelling the weapon and moulding the palm instead against her hip. "Tell me you haven't been affected by the malice of the unholy. you know as a Servant, Charlie has an aptitude for fighting demonic and evil-alignment enemies". It was meant to be a jest, but the Faekin had her doubts it came across that way with her reserved tone.

@kleinstar

[sanctummilitis]

He's certainly come prepared — the modifications to his vehicle sufficient to counteract the competition without inflicting harm, and mechanics to combat the treacherous obstacles they might encounter. With such attention paid, Saber felt confident in their chances, trusting that his skills behind the wheel matched his technical hands.

In terms of defence... "My Invisible Air might not substitute a true shield, but it should be capable of minimising damage taken — it's a spell I can cast across the exterior and concentrate on a specific part that comes under fire to strengthen its resistance. That should lessen the chance we'd be taken out once under fire". When he had brought so much to the table, she felt it only necessary to offer the same — this was a team effort, and he should be made to effectively carry her.

She might be more suited for close-quarters combat without her blade, but her Swimsuit Saint Graph was that of the Archer class, so she'd need justify it — even if only to herself.

A finger curled against thoughtful lips, eyes running about the machine to best examine any potential blind spots, all while picturing the King of Conqueror's chariot. "the current arsenal should manage covering us from pursuers — keeping its load as light as possible might be essential so not to compromise our speed, as well the chance there might be jumps we must cover". The weaponry for distanced combat, the sleeping gas for any who dare approach, each base coming to mind seemed covered. "It seems you have accounted for everything — any Rider Servant who were to see this would be taken aback".

.....Oh shit did she said yes?

Holy shit she said yes. There dozen of scenario and even getting on his knees to beg in Huey head but HEY. HE GOT KING ARTHUR IN HIS TEAM.

FULL POWER FULL THROTTLE. Huey did a little skip as he explain to Arty his idea.

"Then it's decided. I....be on the driving part. I own a car. A dodger. Not a race car but i did give it a modification. Two booster. A jumper to avoid spikes. So we should be able to compete....here."

Huey press a button as the sun roof open up and a couple of button. Might as well explain what he added.

"Sleeping gas cannister to throw into the enemy car, a small rubber bullet machine gun section and....spikes to blow tires. I wish we can add more but most of it is put in speed. We enter fast but we can't take many hits. Are vehicle pretty much a glass cannon. Which means we're gonna have to rely on you to make sure anybody who take a shot at us or try to sabotage us get stopped dead on their tracks. Of course i'm open to suggestion before we signed up partner. Anything you wanna add or take out? Or perhaps your majesty wanna go for some of the...bigger guns?"

No way Huey going on the much shorter Selene track. Oh he is going for the standard four laps around the biggest track in the spirale games.

Of course as his racing partner might as well get her insight.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Pssst…. here’s a Broly x reader fic by @dreadsuitsamus

My reading list grows more bountiful with Broly fics!

[thepeacock-prince]

Who: @regal-hearted Where: Spring Solstice Festival

Lucius could think of several places he would rather be than this so called festival. Unfortunately, he knew most of wizarding society would be here and therefore his presence was necessary. At least there would be drinks, the Hopping Pot was hardly his usual haunt but it was adequate. As for the dancing, it would be another good opportunity to show off his relationship with Andressa. Lucius sighed with relief when he spotted Regulus in the corner. He was fairly sure they would both be of the same opinion about the event. "It's quite desperate how hard the Ministry are trying with all this, don't you think?"