#Anon you mischievous little bastard-

[whereismyhat5678]

*Me push Pepperman to kiss Vigilante*

Eheheh, I’m so evil 😈 *runs*

And a bonus:

Phil’s to scared to confront his feelings yet-

WELL YOU SURELY HELPED- (Jk- this was really fun to do thanks XD🫶💥)

[rikosseen]

Lookism x Reader: Family

Anon ask | ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim

You let out an exasperated groan, slapping your forehead as your mischievous little Goo pulls down his father’s pants, cackling like a villain in the making. Your husband screeches in indignation and, without missing a beat, turns the child upside down by his ankle.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” he screams, dangling his pint-sized doppelgänger like a ragdoll.

“Joongoo, put him down,” you command, unimpressed.

The blonde man glares at you, but instead of complying, he only tightens his grip.

“Joongoo,” you repeat, tone sharper now.

With a dramatic huff and a self-important scoff, he begrudgingly sets the child down. Your son immediately runs to you, giggling and sticking out his tongue at his father. Goo scowls, feeling betrayed, and pulls his pants back up, glaring at you as though you are the one at fault here.

.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Jonggoo sniffles, a pitiful, wounded expression on his face.

You glance at him, utterly baffled. “What are you on about now?”

“That! That thing! You love him more than me! This is favouritism!” he howls, pointing an accusatory finger at the innocent child. Your son, completely unfazed, is happily waving around a small figurine, blissfully unaware of his father’s melodramatic tantrum.

The moment Goo spots the figurine, his face pales, and he springs forward, clearly horrified by the sight of it being in the hands of another. You exhale a long, resigned sigh, one that mixes both pain and mild amusement, as you watch your husband wrestle with the tiny tyrant. If Goo wasn’t already a source of constant chaos, now you have a pint-sized clone of him who, if anything, is even more devilish. And, as Goo himself has pointed out, it’s you who clearly favours this miniature menace.

You can’t help but smile as you sit back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of Jonggoo Kim being completely outwitted by his own child. It’s moments like this that make life so much more amusing. Who could possibly complain?

Jake is absolutely thrilled to have a little version of himself running around the streets of Big Deal. It fills him with such pride, it almost brings a tear to his eye whenever she helps out at the shop, or when she eagerly volunteers for something even slightly daring. Every time he watches her, he’s convinced that you two should have another. Maybe even enough to form a soccer team—though he’s not ruling out a whole army of little ones, just in case.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, but turn him down, mostly because you can’t help but adore the way Jake pouts when he doesn’t get his way. He’s so genuine, so open with his feelings—it’s impossible not to find it completely endearing. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve just makes you smile.

.

As you continue chopping garlic, you feel Jake’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace from behind. Your body relaxes, and your features soften even more at the contact. A weight tugs at Jake’s leg, and the two of you look down to see your little ray of sunshine, your sweet bundle of joy, brightening up the morning. Jake lifts her up with a grin, showering her with kisses, and you hurry to wash your hands so you can join the fun.

Your daughter giggles and squirms in his arms, trying to wriggle free as she laughs, “Daddy, stop it!” She hiccups in between laughs, but Jake just grins even wider, continuing his gentle attack of tickles and kisses. The whole house is filled with laughter, the kind that makes your heart feel so full, you think it might burst from happiness.

As you finish drying your hands, you glance over at the father-daughter duo, both of them smiling so brightly, wrapped in their own little bubble of joy. Watching them together, you realise that even though money may be tight and life isn’t always perfect, this little family of yours is everything you could ever need. That kind of love and happiness? It’s truly priceless. You can’t help but smile, thinking: who could possibly complain about something this perfect?

[brokenpieces-72]

*taps mic* lion hybrid reader and horangi shenanigans? That is all *trips over the mic wire while trying to walk away* - 🇰🇷 anon

🇰🇷 anon you have unlocked a new reader character... and I wasn't sure what to name the reader here, but I'm gonna make them gender-neutral.

Lions and Tigers

TW: Financial troubles/abuse, I think that's all there is.

Horangi had been on edge since getting back from a mission. He's on high alert for some reason, and he wasn't sure why. A new hybrid was on base, he could smell it. Of course he tried to maintain the cool and relaxed facade, keeping his arms crossed or giving the smug cat like smile he was known for... except his mask was over his face so it was hard to tell. When he went to the briefing room as requested, the new scent was stronger. Konig had joined him, and noticed his partner was standing straight, rather than sitting or leaning against the wall. Konig could smell the newcomer as well. It was a little humorous seeing the man who was completely unphased by his percht, seem so nervous about someone who could hardly be a threat.

Then you walked in with their boss. You stood tall, but relaxed, fully aware of the dominating presence you give off. Your body while not as big as Konig's, had more muscle than Horangi's, your core peeking out underneath your tight shirt. Your lion tail flicked behind you while your golden eyes roamed over the two masked operators.

"This is Y/N, callsign Leo." Their boss said. "They will be working with you two on missions for some time. I recommend treated them with respect."

Horangi's jaw clenched. A haetae was capable of many things, a spirit from ancient times, but a lion. There was a reason lions are considered rulers of animal kingdoms. You may have be the dominant cat in the room but Horangi was intent on wiping that smug look off your pretty face....wait...

The next week or so went by with little issue, as you familiarized yourself with the base and how everything worked. The haetae had been avoiding you, and you assumed it was out of intimidation. One disadvantage about being a lion hybrid is that you can rub people the wrong way. Either hybrids want to fight you or avoid you. Horangi seemed to want to avoid you. Until you saw him in the breakroom.

"Tea?" he offered. You tensed a little, not expecting the friendly offer. The steam wafted from the cup and holy... wow that smelled good. No joke you wanted to bathe in that brew. You sat down accepting the offer. You couldn't stop smelling the cup, feeling so relaxed by the cup in your hands. It was sweet and minty, your tail swaying behind you. By every god in existence it was so nice!

"What kind of tea is it?" You asked, trying to keep your eyes open. You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. Maybe it was a brew Horangi had brought from his hometown or something. Then you noticed his tail flicking, and while he had his face mask on, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"It's a sleepy time sort of tea, especially good for cats." He hinted, sipping his own. Did this motherfucker drug you!? But you hadn't sipped it yet. "Take a sip."

You take a sip of from the cup and nearly choked realizing the contents of the tea. This asshole had drugged you, but not the way you thought. Oh this little shit, was snickering now, no wonder he still had his mask over his nose when he was drinking his own. He was trying not to smell it himself.

"You are a bastard." You said drowsily.

"At least you're actually relaxing. As soon as you walked in, I thought you were going to ask me to do something." He said sipping his again.

"Catnip? Re-really?" You asked, yawning again, your nose still hovering in the cup. Horangi gave your sleepy state a small giggle before you gave in and drank your tea. It wasn't that bad, and he had a point. You'd been working hard, trying to maintain a strict routine for yourself, despite being in a PMC of mercenaries. Maybe this was his way of saying you needed to relax.

"Damn it, my neck is stiff." Horangi complained. You'd just come back from a small mission, where Horangi had to strain his neck in human form. You finished getting your combat gear off before going over to him. He was still rubbing at his neck when you reached out.

"What are you doing?!" He asked a little panicked.

"Relax, I'm trying to help." You told him before swatting his hands away from his neck. He tried to protest as you turned him around, placing you thumbs on the back of his collar bone and started to rub. Horangi's protests were silenced as he groaned softly, finding your touch to be soothing.

"Is it helping?" You asked, your other fingers rubbing the sides. The tiger's tail flicked in enjoyment. And then you heard it. You had to bite your tongue to not laugh. Holy shit, Horangi chuffs? Like tiger chuffs? In human form?!

Horangi's head tilted into your touch, and you can feel the vibrations from his throat. You snickered and that's when he stiffened, whipping around at you. Was his face red? Horangi held up a finger as if to lecture or warn you but his mouth just kept opening and closing. You spoke up instead.

"It's nice to know someone trusts me." You said. Horangi's embarrassment seemed to let up a little, in fact, he seemed less tense. You gave him a toothy grin and he can't help but smile. He had to admit, he did feel comfortable around you.

You and Horangi were about to head to shooting range, when you got a call from home. Damn it not this again. You excused yourself which tipped off Horangi. The two of you don’t bother with pleasantries really, usually it was straight to business. When he overheard the conversation with the caller he knew something wasn’t quite right.

“Yeah I’ve sent the money over… I know it’s less than before.… I don’t have any I can spare, I’ve used it all on necessities… I needed some new gear and I-no no it wasn’t just for the gear, and it wasn’t that much.… I’ll send more for the next one to cover what I missed.… yes… yes I’m sorry. I’ll see what I can send over, I have to go to training-… fine I just need to let my partner know.… no not like that, just for work. Okay… bye.” You hung up and Horangi was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“I take it training is postponed today?” He asked, making you jump and whip around. You eased a little, before holding up your phone to show what you were doing.

“Need to do some stuff.” You explained.

“Debt collectors can be nasty.” He commented. You give a half hearted chuckle.

“So can family.” You added. Horangi started to put some pieces together about the past few weeks. Some days you would only eat something small, or you’d fret about the prices of items when you went out with him for some chill time. During an op, you’d gotten tangled up with another hybrid can had clawed your vest from the front, leaving deep marks. The vest was too dangerous to use, leaving weak spots that a well trained sniper could take advantage of. You had looked everywhere online for tutorials to repair it, or cheaper alternatives. Horangi had walked in on you scouring the internet for more options, only a couple days before the next mission. Even asked if he had a spare you could borrow. Now he knew why you went quiet when he insisted you buy a new one.

“Never that simple is it.” Horangi said standing up straight.

“Nope.” The two of you stood in silence, eyes flicking around the room for a change in topic, tails gentle brushing over the air or floor. Horangi was paying debt collectors to protect his family. You were paying your family like they were debt collectors.

“… I’ll make you some tea.” Horangi said. “Meet you in… wherever I find your scent.”

With that he slid around the corner of the door way and down the hall while you stood there with your phone still in your hand, that still had left over notifications for angry text messages.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing rather than training, after stressing over bank statements and paying bills ahead of time. You sent what you had left over from your pay check to your family and then Horangi took over. He got you to make a new account, and made sure you went to KorTac’s financial department ensuring they send a small portion of any jobs to the private account. It wouldn’t be much but at your family couldn’t know about it.

Horangi had gotten orders to go to a SpecGru base with Konig. The amount of time was undetermined and you wouldn't be going with them. There was a dragon hybrid on base, which meant there would be some conflict with your presence there. It sucked, because you felt like a kid being told you couldn't go on a class trip.

"So what are you gonna do when I'm not here?" Horangi asked you. You shrugged not really answering. When Horangi noticed your tail was slack and still it was easy for him to know how you felt. You'd only gotten close with Horangi, and maybe with Konig a little bit. Now he was leaving. Horangi just smirked, getting a smug look on his face. "Aww, is the big kitty gonna miss her playmate?"

"Shut up." You said, your tone confirming he was right. He chuckled and walked over to you, putting a hand on your back. You don;t make eye contact at first, instead letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm going to be fine if that's what you're worried about. For a lion you can be a real pussy when it comes to me."

"Okay if this is your idea of reassurance, it's coming off as insulting." You said, looking up at him. Horangi gave you that smug cat smile.

"I'll miss you too. Don't get yourself killed before we can come back." He said. You sighed. Then you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him closer. Horangi's eyes widened in surprise a little. You would never let him forget how much stronger you were than him, physically.

"You better fucking not." You warned him. He nodded.

It had been maybe a month or so that Konig and Horangi had been gone. You sat at your desk, looking at the personal account which had cumulated a pretty high sum. You'd stood up to your family and lowered their allowance despite their threats. Reminding them that kicking you out of the family would mean losing your financial support, regardless of the amount got them to back off a bit.

To top it off, Horangi had kept in touch, even if it was infrequent. Konig was doing better, which was good. Horangi had gotten into some trouble but the guys at Specgru seemed to take care of it. Your tail was sweeping against the floor as you scrolled through past messages. Horangi probably didn't see you like that, but could it hurt to take the step? You could always step back if you wanted, but earlier you were trying to think of what to say in your text. What kind of a message would tell him you wanted to meet up with him and maybe call it a date?

You didn't need to worry for long, because he sent you a cheeky text.

H: You up?

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[jqyszn]

i just imagined reader being an mc on mubank or inkigayo or smth, while the mcs are interviewing enha, reader actually has a remote control vibrator in and hoon has gradually been increasing the speed and intensity while she was interviewing them

(maybe they fuck after enha's perf cause he feels bad)

anon. i love you for this omg. first of all that’s so sunghoon coded??? like i bet you he would love seeing you squirm and holding back your whimpers while you clamp your legs together🥺 this is honestly too good to not make a drabble so here you go <3

(drabble under cut!)

pairing: idol!sunghoon x idol!mc!fem!reader

warnings: vibrator (obv), pet names (princess, baby), sunghoon being a cheeky bastard, orgasm denial, pulling out method (please wear protection😭), hair pulling, mirror sex..?, pwp???

and now, the “future of kpop.. enhypen!” you cheered as enhypen walked into the room bowing. as soon as they get in their positions, sunghoon mischievously put his hand in his pocket and switched on the remote. your body jerks as you bite your lip to seal your moans.

“so sunghoon, would you say this comeback has been a hit?” the other mc asks him.

“of course! our fans and other idols including y/n here seem to love it!” he grinned, increasing the intensity of the vibrator causing you to bow your head down not wanting anyone to see your fucked out expression.

“y/n are you alright?” one of the members asks to which you shoot your head up and nod, “yes i’m alright thank you, its probably because of the heat of this fire comeback!” you exclaim at the camera, looking back at sunghoon giving him a glare.

a quick intermission comes on giving sunghoon a chance to whisper into your ear.

“you’re doing so good princess.. you close?” he smirks against your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“i’m so close hoon, please.” you beg, whimpering in his ear making his eyes darken with lust.

“as much as i love you baby, you can only cum if it’s around my cock. feel it baby, it’s so fucking hard for you.” he playfully moaned in your ear, guiding your hand down his body. your hand grazing over his hot and heavy boner.

“meet me in the changing rooms after our performance hm?” he grinned at you before the crew announced that you were now broadcasting again.

waiting for the performance to finish was tedious. watching him dance and sing with his charisma practically dripping off of him. even watching him from afar had you soaking your panties.

once the performance was finished, you waited for what seemed like decades, watching the other staff and members leave the room. after watching the last staff leave, you knock on the door.

“get in here.” he growls, pulling you in immediately smashing his lips onto yours, kissing you so hard and needy. “fuck i need you so bad right now. turn around.” his hand landing on your plump ass, earning a red mark.

you bend over the make up table, your soaked panties on full display for him. he licked his lips hungrily lifting up your skirt before he tore them off. “oh shit. do you see how fucking wet you are right now?” he teased, yanking the vibrator out of you replacing it with his slender fingers.

“ahh~ sunghoon!” you moan out only to be hushed by him. “be quiet. do you want everyone to know how well i’m gonna fuck you?” he cocked an eyebrow looking at you through the mirror. “no..” you answer, biting your lip almost to the point you can taste blood.

“exactly.” he tutted, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before taking them off along with his boxers in a swift move. his raging, leaking tip hitting off his lower abdomen then standing proud.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to pound this little pussy.” he groans, pumping his length before lining it up with your entrance. “hoon please put it in..!” you begged, your hole clenching around nothingness.

“you best bet i fucking will.” he smirked, pushing himself into you, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock. a loud moan escapes you, sunghoon hushing you by covering your mouth with his large hand.

“so you really do want people to hear us don’t you princess? such a dirty girl~” he cooed as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “don’t you dare make a sound.” he whispered into your ear seductively, removing his hand from your mouth only to pull your hair back as he pounded into you from behind.

“look at you, being fucked dumb by me. fuck! your pussy is so tight!” he grunted, pulling you hair harder.

“hoon.. i’m close!” you quietly moan, your walls clenching uncontrollably on his length.

“cum for me then princess. milk my cock for all you’re worth.” he let go of your hair, taking both your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“shit i’m cumming hoon!” you shut your eyes, feeling yourself let go all over his cock. your warm juices coating his girthy memeber deliciously.

“so.. fucking… good!” he grunted as he begins to approach his high, slamming into you like a wild beast. “ah shit!” he growls, pulling out of your cunt quickly. he pumped his wet dick, his load spurting all over your ass.

a/n: i literally finished this “drabble” within 2 hours which is insane because it’s not that far off with words as “Like what you see?” has 😭😭 maybe because i was busy…? idk but i hope u enjoyed this

[gotta-pet-em-all]

New pinned post yippee!

Hello everyone! You can call me Fluff, after my old warrior skitty sona Fluffstep. Unovan-born, Sinnohan, and disabled. She/her pronouns please, TERFs are not welcome, and I’m something of a pan disaster. I like media analysis and disability advocacy in my free time, and I love pokepics.

Pelipper mail and magic anons are ON.

My pokemon friends consist of:

Lola, my alomomola. I was like seven when I named her that, and she’s my dearest and oldest friend.

Sakurako, my cherrim. She’s a little grumpy and craves sunlight a lot, but I do my best to take care of her!

Leo, my lopunny. He’s a dramatic little guy who I fed when he was just a buneary, and then he kept coming back and uh. Well, I have a lopunny now!

Riza, my pachirisu! Yes I named her after my gay crush from Fullmetal Alcremie. I think she’s a teenager or thereabouts, and she’s a very sweet, energetic, snuggly girl.

Walpurgisnacht, my spiritomb. Nacht uses she/they and is rather ominous, but I know they care for me a lot, and have a strong sense of justice! She might take over the blog occasionally. Don't mind them!

Madeline, my rapidash. I've also got some art of her, by @blackwatercowboy!

Anomalocaris, or just Cari, my togetic! She’s baby and I love her and I wish she would stop trying to eat rocks.

They probably won't be around as much, but my partners still have blog access and you might see them sometimes! Here are their introductions from last time.

Oh tits this is a thing now I moderately forgot and then fell asleep.

Uuuuuuuhhhh hi hello rotomblr blog I've seen on my partners phone and assorted shenanigans I've heard in passing! You've seen me a tiny bit before but I'm scampering on here proper for this little trip.

You can call my Myth or Mythsremix that's my fuckin. Hoopa nickname dfjkghdkfjdf. I'm a history and mythology nerd.

My pokemon are:

Avalon, an absol. She's my starter! Serious natured and quiet, loves to get critical hits oh my god. Absolute mad-woman.

Priden, little shit of a shiny sylveon. Spoiled lil bastard but did you know that the ability pixelate can make hyper beam fairy type?

Echo, a wonderful and very hyperactive noivern. She's a little small for a noivern but she's doing great. Loves a good treat.

Tresvivi, an old hydregion. Don't be alarmed by her scarring, she's a total sweetheart. Strong as hell but mostly a contest mon (and WINNER) these days. Pampered beyond belief.

Rishiri, a gastrodon (pink one- I don't remember if it's east or west I mix them up all the damn time). She's a sleepy ol gal, loves to loaf about.

Sirius, a rotom. Xyr a mischievous little bastard that I found within an old, abandoned building deep in the woods near where I lived. Likes to hide in my poketch, may end up popping in from time to time. [HIHIHIHIHIHIHI] speak of the ghost lmao.

Sometime my team is joined by an unofficial other member, but they march to the beat of a different drum. Maybe they'll come by, maybe not.

Oh yeah I'm fi/fir btw I almost forgot, my brain is everywhere at the moment.

hey there, weird multidimensional Rotomblr! since you know Fluff by that name, you can call me... Pine!

uhhh what do I put here... Fluff what did you put here...

well, I'm Sinnohan, always have been. she/her, I'm studying to become a Pokemon Professor (part of why I went for a tree name, lol) and I do enjoy battling on the side, though I don't do as much as I used to.

some mons you're likely to see from me:

Zero, my boy, my Glaceon, my starter. he is a Cold Boi and loves snuggles, which is great in the summertime and not so great when it's really cold outside even by my standards.

Kira, Infernape, originally got him as a Chimchar from my mentor when I was supposed to just watch him for the weekend, but he got attached. and I got attached. and then my mentor laughed at me and went, well, looks like you have two pokemon now!

Hertz, Electivire, was once just a little guy who loved eating electricity and then evolved into an adrenaline junkie who loves running around outside during thunderstorms and trying to get lightning to strike him.

Sharpe, Nidoqueen, affectionately called Nidomom by the three of us and also our other partner's little sister. (not to be confused with Dinomom, an Aurorus that kind of adopted my older sister.) if she decides you are having a bad day and need hugs from Nidomom, you will be getting hugs from Nidomom. do not resist.

Mars, Gyarados, originally named after an archaic god of war... shortly before the Galactic Incident and me realizing that maybe I should have gone for a different name. ironically, he's very chill for a Gyarados.

Lavender (or just Lav), Haunter, just in it for the chaos. licky girl. (she no longer knows the move Lick, so she's less likely to paralyze us by slobbering over us, which is probably for the best...)

Sappho, Kabuto who hasn't been with me anywhere near as long as the others have, but the people at the Oreburgh Museum asked so nicely if we were willing to take some fossil mons off their hands, I really couldn't say no, and she earned her nickname... pretty fast. like, within about five minutes fast.

One more thing. Uh, real talk. So, in terms of triggering content on the blog? I'm going to be talking about child abuse, my own experiences with ableism and maybe even medical trauma, and cults. If you're not comfortable with that, I would suggest maybe finding somewhere better to hang out. I usually keep things pretty lighthearted around here, not much danger to be had.

[doctordiscord123]

Can I request the stupid bestfriends moment with Dark and Host? Not necessarily what anon shared, but just give me silly shenanigans of these two usually straight laced egos. XD

Dark and the Host sat at the kitchen table in the manor, talking quietly, conspiratorially. They'd been whispering most of the morning, drinking their respective teas, and occasionally one of them would laugh before going back to whispering.

It was, frankly, making the rest of the house nervous.

Bim, of course, was one of the few who had the balls to directly ask what was up. Marching into the kitchen, he sauntered right up to the pair, and opened his mouth. "What --"

He didn't even get the word out before he was gone, teleported to the other side of the manor by a simple muttered few words from the Host.

Dark burst into laughter, and he leaned back in his chair, a little bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You owe me now, Host. I knew he was going to be the first to ask."

Somehow, the Host conveyed the motion of rolling his eyes, though he was smirking slightly, and a $20 bill appeared on the table that Dark slipped into a pocket. "...The Host thought for sure it was going to be Wilford. He doesn't usually go this long without needing his cotton candy stash."

Dark grinned, and winked. "He doesn't~ But you said nothing about delivering it to him~"

The Host's mouth fell open. "Now that's cheating."

Dark made to reply, but then Bim came storming back in, hands on his hips, and he made an affronted sound. "Now what in the Hell was that?! You can't do that to a man! What are you two doing?!"

"Nothing." The reply was instantaneous, and unison.

Bim threw up his hands. "Great, thanks. Helpful. Fuck off." And he promptly left, muttering darkly under his breath about blind bastards and monochrome morons.

Dark and the Host immediately went back to their whispering, grinning at each other and listening close. "Anymore secrets you're willing to divulge, Host?"

"None that wouldn't make Darkiplier's head spin~"

"Oh those are the best ones!"

"Fine, fine. But if Darkiplier says a word to Google about what the Host is about to say, he will personally find a way to kill Darkiplier permanently."

"Oh don't make promises you can't keep. Now spill."

[wri0thesley]

Cat dad anon here: ironically by the the time you posted my response I got sick again lol funny how that works (I’m not mad btw i thought it was just funny because i forgot i sent that originally)

I would like to add to this with genshin WOMEN as cat moms.

Arlecchino is technically a cat dad literally because she has Lynette and Lyney. But also those two have snuck in many a stray into the hearth to keep as their own. Ironically enough many end up becoming hers in the classic: dad who didn’t want cat ends up being cat’s favorite. Well she sees no reason to fight it now, it makes the kids happy to have the cat even if it seems to prefer her. Rest assured that kitty will be well cared for not just because it has a bunch of orphans caring for it but because Arlecchino makes sure it only eats the most delectable of fish.

Jean is probably the one who gets a emotional support cat. A gift from Lisa perhaps? A affectionate little fluff ball that lingers around her helping her feel more at ease. Its been trained to bump her with its head whenever she gets too tense or stressed in order to indicate its time to relax and give the kitty some pets. It helps immensely as if she stays up too late the cat will simply lay ontop of her work forcing her to turn in for the night.

Another is Undoubtedly Chlorine. Awaiting her each day is a cat waiting by the door to greet her by immediately begging for food. A very loud kitty maybe a siamese as its miles more chatty than she herself is.

Ningguang possesses a common breed of cat surprisingly. Not s luxurious breed at all but rather a simple black cat. (Fun fact black cats were originally thought of as good luck) but this cat isn’t not at all poised or graceful. Infact its quite troublesome. It seems to be mischievous on purpose. If it is hungry then you will know from the sudden sounds of pottery falling. Since then most pots are reinforced to not be knockable. But the cat is a plump bastard because the staff struggled to calm it. Still even with its mischievous nature is Ningguang quite content with the creature. She sleeps with them cuddled by her as she used to cuddle cats while she lived on the streets for warmth. In fact the very cat she owns was picked out because it resembled her stray cat friend who passed long ago. Which is also why she will not even entertain the idea of replacing it and glares at anyone who suggests it. Her kitty is her respite from her stress as she can now spoil her little friend.

Beidous cats would be different. As she is a captain it actually would make sense to have cats onboard. Infact its a common. Ship cats are good for mice management but that also means they may not be as affectionate as they’re more wild like. More busy below decks stalking the mice. But beidou’s cats are a bit different. They proudly display to her their bounties so she’ll reward them with much love and affection. Plus there’s her pal kazuha who is canonically a cat magnet. Those cat lives better lives than some people!

And of course Lisa. Lisa definitely seems like she’d end up attracting other cats than actually having one of her own. Like if Kaeya has a kitty then it may find Lisa swaying it to her side with promise of quality naps and treats. Or if Jean is out on business she is the cat babysitter who will be lounging with the kitty enjoying a nice nap. Eventually she’d end up attracting a permanent cat who snuck into the library during a storm. She let the guy stay in of course but even after weeks have passed does it refuse to leave. Its more of the library’s cat but she is the librarian. She playfully gave it the title of her assistant as it likes to sit at her desk with her paperwork displayed like its actually doing buisness. It even has its own Favonious collar labeling it as a official employee of the Knights. The cat seems to Mimic Lisa alot. It follows her to greet and check on jean and play with Jean’s own kitty cat. But it doesn’t like going outside where its more noisy. It would rather nap on the sunlight coming through the window.

CAT MOMS . . . be still my heart. and oh no anon i'm sorry to hear that; i am sending you soup and hoping if you have a kitty of your own it is providing the healing snuggles and purrs that you deserve!

lisa's library cat is making me feel so soft; i adore her and the thought of walking into the library to see her snoozing behind the desk with the cats of the rest of the knights of favonius deciding she's a lovely pillow and a perfect napping spot . . . sigh.

navia definitely has a plump spoilt kitty who is dressed in the finest of clothes; she can't resist giving it a sweet treat now and then, and everyone in poisson knows that the cat with the lovely ornate collar belongs to their demoiselle and as such gives the cat a freshly caught fish or a bit of chicken or too many pets and loves!

miko is very fond of cats because they're just as tricky as she is; they tend to follow her around - but her favourite is a sleek black cat who sits, mostly, off to one side. it follows her but it doesn't want fusses or too many pets; it follows her to the shrine, to the publishing house . . . she's named it 'ei'.

[birthdaycakeplate]

same anon asking for Blitzbee fic recommendations, tried to message you but unfortunately your account is set to only people you follow doing that.

but hmmm, I'd say my personal taste in fics are actually slow burns, I really like fics that focus on Blitzwing and Bee forming an unlikely relationship based on their 'home lives' in a sense of it, where neither are understood and often viewed as annoyances/loose canons leading both to a feeling of isolation and a mild desperation/willingness to connect with anyone even at the risk of 'treason' for interacting with the other side.

I also enjoy the progression for Blitzwing of seeing Bumblebee as a harmless amusement to him somehow becoming a bit of a hyper focus that causes the big bad con to develop some empathy and *gasp* morals.

Meanwhile Bee is just a cocky little bastard who refuses to accept Blitzwing as the actual threat he is and then feelings are caught when his view of the world is shifted and he finds out Decepticons are also actually just people with complex feelings and motivations (also bonus if break down of autobots 'all warbuilds are evil because' bs is broken down)

I realize now I'm rambling so apologies its just a very fun ship to babble about.

If I was to ask for any fic, if you could set one in your Nemesis AU that be amazing, the size difference you give in that is spectacular like omg I stare so politely.

Also the concept is just very fun to me and I'd love to see that au world expanded.

As for spicy content I don't really have any ideas? Sorry I'm actually terrible at writing it my only preferences are Blitz top and preferably consensual.

for ease if we keep talking like this I'll sign off as

Curiosity

GOD, of course I invited you to talk with me and then blocked you from doing that elekkeem 🌝 I think I fixed my messaging where I’ll get your stuff now, if you’d like to try again 😭 I swear I’m always this dysfunctional.

But anyway, your message here is good, true, andfantastic. I CRY. Your view on the ship is perfect and pure D,8

I LOVE when Blitzwing is stunned when his desire to squash the useless yellow gnat and be done with him is suddenly evaporated by the sudden realization this guy is slowly becoming the only thing in his life fun and full of life (and kind of precious if he’s being honest, ok???). Because their chemistry is crazy- they’re both wrekcless little freaks when left to their own devices, but full time loyal, fucked up little creatures to the ones closest to them. The handful Blitzwing can afford to let in to his life, even if ‘friends’ isn’t the word he’d use, and the few Bumblebee can make real connections with, when he’s a mischievous ant with a complex to make ‘something great’ of himself.

But he already IS great and bad boy Blitzwing needs to make it his immediate life’s goal to get that through to him and give him lots of love. (I ramble, too, you’re in good company)

I’m bad at stating my thoughts, I get overwhelmed when it’s my own emotions. But I typed and retyped something along the lines of how I’m noticing we have lots of similarities here in terms of what our favorite flavor of Blitzbee is 🩷🩷🩷 I bet lots of ppl who read this would agree with you and appreciate you throwing out there the love language of these complete messes of men✨

Does that mean my attempt to translate these tastes into fiction beside my ideas will make for good reading and also provide you a happy source of top Blitz/blitzbee? God, I HOPE so. You deserve it and I’m going to try.

I have the first chapter half written, because-

OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE MY AUTBOTS JOIN THE NEMESIS AU STUFF EKEKKEE

OoooOOOHhhh aAHHHHHHHH

I SCREEEEEEAM 💕💕💕 thank you???!!! That means so much to ME and makes me insanely happy, because I was so surprised when you said that, and I REALIZED how amazing it is to hear a thing like that. That I’ve got a thing going I didn’t imagine would become liked enough for a fic request for it.

I’m hoping to finish this first chapter by next Friday. Probably sooner than that? But I’m scared life won’t allow it. Thanks for your messages💕

(The other anons who messaged me, too, about some top Blitzwing fic stuff, I see you and I’m elated to hear from so many of you, thank you✨)

[meimi-haneoka]

Now that this arc is (mostly) over, do you think Kaito was not in a good enough headspace to just ask Sakura to create Blank (to remove all those spells from the book) instead of devising this entire suicidal plan to save Akiho?

*rubs her hands together* Ooooh, an ask about Kaito, and about this topic specifically!

Thank you anon because this is something I wanted to talk about for quite some time and, now that the "storm" is basically over, it might be time to address this specific matter.

During the past months, especially after chapter 70, I've often ran into comments like "is he stupid or something?" because of the way he was acting. And although some of them were done in good faith to lighten the mood for a chapter that was really emotional (especially for anyone who likes Kaito), and lord knows how we like to affectionally call him "fool", some were pretty intentional in their denigratory tone. And that didn't sit right with me because Kaito isn't stupid, he didn't do what he did because he's stupid, and it was clear to me that even coming to chapter 70, those people didn't quite understand his character at all.

True, he is pretty inscrutable about his emotions and what he thinks, but from what we've seen of him (especially from the flashbacks), I don't think he's difficult to understand at all.

Coming from a childhood like that, never knowing any relative (not to mention, his parents), never having a stable parental figure, never having any sort of emotional "education", on top of being left to fend for himself (keeping hunger's pangs at bay with energy bars means that no one was even cooking for him, he literally ate whatever solid food he found around - if that isn't top child neglect), exploited for his powers and ordered to use them left and right, you just can't expect him to behave in a completely normal way about things.

Add to that the fact that he didn't seem to find any worth in himself and his powers, so much that when Lilie came around, he asked her (like you do to a guiding figure) if she saw in her foretelling dreams what his powers could be useful for, because the poor kid couldn't find any worth in this special supernatural gift he had, and it seemed like that matter haunted him.

Before Akiho, he never had wanted to use his magic. He only used it to survive or at the behest of someone else.

Kaito might seem like a mischievous character, and while there's a little bit of that into him, he's primarily a very kind boy.

Very kind. Even acting like an aloof kid, whenever he talked to Lilie, he kept warning her of the dangers of keeping interacting with his own "colleagues". He warned her of an eventual "betrayal" from the Association and I still can't, to this day, shake off the feeling that indeed a betrayal happened at some point, at the expense of Lilie and her husband.

Kind kids like that tend to feel guilt to an extreme point, shouldering on themselves things that aren't even exactly their responsibility.

But what Kaito said, that fateful day, inevitably lead to having that damn artifact engraved in Akiho's body, even if that wasn't his intention. And he felt he needed to take responsibility for that. If you look at chapter 61, you can see how much he still hates himself, for what he's inadvertently caused.

This face here, while he thinks "Because I said that", exudes all the self-loathing you could think of.

If there's one thing he was absolutely adamant about ever since he heard what those bastards did to the daughter of Lilie, was: "I caused this, so I will be the one to bear the burden for it".

And he really meant it.

He devised his plan so the artifact would end up inside of him.

That was for him a way to punish himself for what he had done.

This self-inflicted punishment still comes from that self-loathing and lack of self-worth we were talking about before.

He wanted to fix the mess he had done, take all the punishment for it and yes, he ended up involving other people because he couldn't do all of it on his own, but he made sure that they would be the least inconvenienced possible. Whenever he had to use his magic "against" them, it was only because he had been busted or he was in a critical situation, but aside from that he always avoided a direct confrontation with Sakura & co, because that was not his point. He didn't want to harm them and not even to put them into a difficult position.

Kaito knew that Sakura and her entourage were kind people, surprisingly kind for the "standard" he was used to, but he didn't feel like he could just go and "ask for help" for a random stranger.

Especially cause we all saw how damn worn out Sakura was after creating Blank, he couldn't just go and ask her to do that. He waited patiently for her to create the Card he wanted, hoping she would do it "on accident" so she wouldn't even need to put any effort on it (but when it didn't came, he was forced to push her in that direction, cause after all, he wasn't playing around with his plan, he was damn intent in saving Akiho, at all costs).

Moreover, as you said anon, he wasn't really in the right mental space to arrive to that conclusion. Asking for help is extremely difficult for people like him, who have experienced what he experienced, and have self-loathing like he does.

And then, add to all of this above the fact that something he didn't factor in happened. He ended up growing fond of Akiho. He ended up developing feelings and attachment to her.

And that only exacerbated the fixation in his head "I have to bear the burden of this alone", even if he didn't realize well those feeling yet.

It's all something that works at subconscious level.

We saw how Momo tried to shake him, in that regard, in chapter 51, with all those "tailored" questions (that he instinctively dodged because he was afraid to find out that he grew attached to someone who he himself had decided to eventually leave).

His self-loathing never subsided, till the day Sakura & Co. saved him from the cage at the fake moon.

When Akiho asked him why he removed himself from her new "perfect" life (another self-punishment, in some way), he bared to the world how little he thought of himself: "Because I didn't think you needed me to happy". I think it's all in that sentence.

Kaito didn't feel like he deserved anything. Not Akiho's consideration, nor Sakura's active help.

So it's only normal that I feel really uncomfortable when people think that this traumatized and misguided boy acts the way he does because "he's stupid" or couldn't think of a better or smarter plan, completely ignoring the dramatic situation of his mental health that is going basically overlooked. It's a pity, especially cause that makes his character 10x more interesting and well-rounded. We're lead to believe he's arrogant and very self-confident, but he's actually the very opposite.

People like him don't need to be attacked for the way they act, they have to be gently coaxed in the right direction, with love, like Akiho, Sakura & co. are doing.

[prpfz]

✨🍸 hiya! 20+ writer here coming in with a very specific & smutty request for my fellow 20+ writers. i have a particular character i’m looking to flesh out and i’d really like to play her in some nsfw plots. lazylit, m/f for this particular request, open to (potentially) doubling if there’s another pairing you want to incorporate into this. the smuttier the better, here, and dead dove material is always very welcome!

the character: ivy. about nineteen. she’s the daughter of a protestant reverend, but rebelled against her religious upbringing and ran off to the big city to live a life of bohemian sin as an artist & model. she’s clever and mischievous and a bit of a tease, but (though she won’t admit it) feels a terrible guilt over how she left home; to compensate, she has an unfortunate habit of seeking validation from men through sex and plays endless games, stringing people along. at her worst, she’s opportunistic, manipulative, and a bit spoilt; at her best, she’s ride-or-die loyal, fearless, and witty. think laura palmer from twin peaks or maxine minx from the x trilogy. perfume and vodka, fur coats and fishnet stockings, doing lines of cocaine off the bathroom sink. she’s the girl you want when you’re sabotaging your own marriage with a scandalous affair or robbing a liquor store at gunpoint, but not the girl you ever settle down with. ivy’s current faceclaim is havana rose liu, but i’d be open to changing it if there’s someone else you’d prefer to see.

as for who i think she’d pair well against:

the hanged man! i’d love to incorporate some class/social tension into this & write ivy against someone radically different. a drifter or a vagrant or a petty criminal, some ragged and disheveled man she meets in the street. maybe we go in a more dubcon direction, and she’s drunk and he takes advantage of an opportunity? maybe she wants to shock people and cause a stir, so she drags him along to some fancy party as her unlikely date? maybe she sees an opportunity to ‘atone’ for her sins and tries to be his benefactor, giving him money and coke and a good fuck? in any case, i absolutely adore the idea of some extreme contrasts here: bring me your dirtiest & most down-on-his-luck old bastard and ivy will make all his wildest dreams come true.

the hermit! bit of a cliché, but i’d love to write a plot where she’s hitchhiking on her way to the city and gets picked up by a driver. maybe he’s rather amoral and wants some sort of ‘compensation’ in exchange, and she reluctantly (or happily) obliges. maybe he’s an honest citizen and kindly offers to let her stay the night in his quaint little farmhouse, only for her to end up mischievously seducing him. or maybe they’re stranded by a flat tire or engine problems, and have to spend the night together at a seedy hotel. anything’s possible! either way, i’m imagining lots of neon signs, night drives, sex in the parking lot behind the waffle house, etc.

the devil! here’s the chance for all sorts of dubcon and dead dove things. as a rule, ivy makes impulsive decisions and takes a lot of risks, and naturally that might lead to some perilous situations. she’s not scared of much, but maybe she should be. does a drug deal go bad? does she try stringing your character along and get punished for it? who knows! equally, i’d be interested in a scenario where the tables are turned—maybe a would-be killer abducts her, only for ivy to try her hand at manipulating him. who’s the real danger, who’s the victim, etc.

the hierophant! or we could go the exact opposite direction, with your character being incredibly moral and wanting to help and/or reform her. a good samaritan, a priest or minister like her father was, or maybe some hapless innocent boy who hasn’t (yet) caught on to her tricks. ideally, it doesn’t work and she corrupts him instead. look, i’m a simple girl with simple tastes and i can’t resist a good old-fashioned priest x harlot dynamic.

thanks for reading!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[averagecatdoodlesenjoyer]

HULLO ITS SYD OF SPINTOPS I CANT SEND ASKS OFF ANON (falls over from embarrassment) but could you maybe draw power from chainsaw man? :-) or my friend ranmaru

Hi Syd here are your two mischievous little bastards (affectionate)

[marinerainbow]

I'm not the one who sent this ask (and thank you for this ask, whoever you are anon ^^), but I would not expect these answers... But at the same time, they are so f i t t i n g too?? Just more proof that you truly are the villain expert XD

As for that Psycho inquiry... That boy is gonna be in zoomie mode until the energy drink(s- oh god PLEASE do not give Psycho multiple energy drinks 😭) is out of his system 😅 like, Psycho has to DO STUFF now. He has PLACES TO GO. To where? He don't know, but he's gotta MOVE. Not even like a productive kind of moving either, so if Smartass gives him an energy drink on the job he's gonna be very disappointed XD

(I was gonna put this in tags, but it got too long for the 30 tag limit. This isn't meant to impede on your answer of course)

You know the kind of drunk Poppy gets. So trusting and adorable XD she doesn't drink often, only during important events like a wedding or New Years, and even then, she's used to something more like wine. So this girl ain't gonna last long with anything. Though she still tries to remain sober. She would absolutely try Stu's drinks though! Though unlike Psycho, she's gonna finish her drink... And then she gets into drunk mode XD (omg imagine drunk!Poppy- or sober!Poppy- interacting with drunk!Psycho!!)

Shiny however, drinks regularly. From individual shots taken while at work, to testing her own product ("I sell alcohol, and you don't expect me to drink??"). And she's experimented with different alcohols, too. So she knows how much of what she needs and what it does to her ("Just three shots of Whisky, and I'm all good baby. Oh, you only got Tequila? I'll take five of those then-")... So that means Shiny can drink the majority of these bastards under the table XD including Greasy!!! (I'm sorry, I'm just loving that your answer implies that he'd be a lightweight. They both drink the same amount, yet Shiny is the one driving her man home XD). It takes a lot for her to get over the edge drunk, she mainly just loosens up and becomes more like the 'chill aunt' kind of playful rather than the 'mischievous' kind.

I wanna see Stupid, Shiny, and Wheezy all drink together now and see which one is the last one standing XD

Moony is also a weekend drinker. After a long week, you wanna unwind you know? Possibly meet up with someone too. Though he's also responsible for his bunny, so he makes sure Cake is alright and taken care of before he goes out. He prefers vodka, and can get... A little flirty when intoxicated, but also sweet too ^^

Ben is a bastard, angry drinker. Enough said.

Henry... Actually he's more like Greaay in that he does what he can to keep sober to get away. He'll have a drink to blend in, but he doesn't want to risk slipping uo in front of the wrong people.

Terry likes beer, and he gets snoozy after a few bottles. It's why he'll just stay home if he plans on having more than one beer that night.

How would YOUR OC's be like drinking? What are their favorite drinks, and what kind of drunks are they? If they drink at all?

Thanks for answering my question about asks and requests (: you are very kind

As an ask then how do you think the Weasels will be when drunk? I don't think they are all so inclined to drink, Stu for example seems too childlike for it, but it's a fun scenario to imagine 🍷

Of course!! ^^ Sorry it took me a moment to respond to this one, work is exhausting 😅

~

Toon Patrol x Drinking

Greasy: Greasy values his wit and self control (... when it doesn't involve pretty women I mean) too much to partake. Even if everyone else is drinking and acting like drongos around him he'll be sharp as a knife.

Psycho: L o v e s to try a new drink XD According to him they're like little gas leaks in his mouth and chest and he loves the horrible feeling! XD Generally Psy wont get d r u n k, cuz he only tries a few sips each time, but if Stu is on a roll with making them then Psycho w i l l end up pissed and thats not good for anyone 😅 If you thought e was feral before- you haven't seen him on all fours moving at Top Speed.

I raise you (or anyone else who may feel compelled to respond XD ) another thought: Psycho and energy drinks XD

Smartass: Honestly I cant really see Smartass drinking that much 🤔 if ever 🤔 I feel like people will disagree with me but... eh. Maybe sometimes he'll have something? If he's REALLY stressed and annoyed?? XD

Stupid: I actually think Stupid w o u l d be a drinker!! XD I dunno, to each their own of course!! ^^💛💛💛 I just don't really think of Stupid as childlike. I think of him as d u m b, of course, really really dumb, but not childlike. I think he'd be the one experimenting with mixes and different cocktails?? XD Just imagining Stu in the kitchen shaking up a drink and offering a taste to Psy and Wheezy XD And Stu taking on the group therapist mantel when he's got that shaker in his ands, like *hands Wheezy a pink drink like a flower* duhh are you okay?? do ya wanna talk about it?? And Smartass automatically handing the drink menu over to him (Which Stu immediately ours through, like 'ooh!') if they go out XD Stu is a big boy, too, so its hard for him to get truly h a m m e r e d, but he can get there XDD Luckily, he's a nice drunk! XD

Wheezy: Wheezy can f o r s u r e hold his booze the best XD It takes a lot to get him drunk (even tipsy). If he drinks, it doesn't really take away any of his inhibitions; its just to loosen up. He's definitely one to go for a few drinks at the end of the week (He needs it after working with these freaks XD)... but its usually interrupted with a. Greasy being there and hitting on someone and him having to bail Greasy's horny green ass outta trouble (Unless he just ignores it, which is more common. But even then Greasy will d r a g him into it XD *Greasy getting dragged from the pub* el fumador help meeee! i'm being falsely accused!! Wh- dont ignore me!- hey! you with the body odor!!- fucks sake.), b. Smartass drags them back to work. In either case, he is sure to down s o m e t h i n g before he's gotta get up off the bar stool he feels he belongs on.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

reverse au reverse au

what if, what if moth bf is back at his human form, kinda humanoid tho because of his fangs and small claws. BUT WE CANT GO BACK to our humanoid form so we're just the bigass creature who bleeps at moth or likes to tease him. like, bite him softly or things like that.

what if one day we're like eating something and childe screeches (he can still hiss or screech, its part of his humanoid form) AND SHOUTS at us like "NO, SPIT IT OUT. DROP IT" because maybe what we're biting is super important or something that we weren't supposed to munch. and childe is like "NO".

bonus points if zhongli sees childe in humanoid form but sees us, he would be kinda sad because we're desperately trying to be human again but sometimes we forget. like we tend to hiss, growl, scratch and even bite at people that we don't know.

childe is just like "hi, meet my partner. the abyss bastard" because he likes to tease us and he shoes a toothy smile but our fangs are bigger and stronger so we show him our teeth and childe shuts up and grumbles all day

🐉

OHOHOHOOO OH THIS IS TASTY AND DELICIOUS MY DEAR <33

oh but think about how crushed you and Childe both are when you still can't transform back into a human- you're the one who really wants to be human again, Childe accepted his Foul Legacy form long ago, and yet he's the one who gets a semi-humanoid form and you're still stuck as an Abyssal creature. it breaks Childe's heart to see you weeping in frustration when you can't change back like he can, despite your best efforts, and now he can't even hug you as well anymore. of course he still does his best to comfort you, pressing his cheek against yours and whispering reassuringly, but he can still see how it weighs on you </3

luckily you do your best to not dwell on the inevitable fact that you'll probably never go back to being a human!!! in fact, Childe being so much smaller now makes you EXTREMELY smug because in your eyes he's so damn CUTE now!!! you delight in ruffling his hair (which you can do with one hand) and picking him up like a little kitten, and also generally causing mischief by gently nibbling his fingers or... eating something you're not supposed to. what's Childe gonna do? shriek? he's small now, his claws and fangs have NOTHING on yours!!! his claws ARE still sharp though, so the both of you are very careful when petting or giving each other scritches <333

one thing that always stays the same is your affection for him- he's noticed that even when your thoughts are a little more vague and muddled, even when you growl or hiss at other people, you're still gentle and loving to him. maybe more protective, but you still lean on him and hum when he reaches out for pets, still curl around him when you're settling down for a nap. the only times you've genuinely hissed or growled at him was when you were VERY freaked out by something and took the mindset of trusting nothing and no one- it takes a while to calm you down from times like those but after you fall asleep you're usually more present when you wake.

[spacexseven]

small world

this was really fun! i love skk dynamics theyre so <3 this is a bit chuuya heavy bc of my Very Big crush on him :> i tried to keep their relationship here as vague as possible bc i wasnt sure if the requester wanted them to be involved w e/o as well, so its open to interpretation :D

request from anon: y! chuuya + dazai working together to get their gn! darling

cw: stalking, tracking devices, breaking in and bugging apartment, mentions of kidnapping but it doesn't happen here, manipulative behavior

“dazai,” despite the wind whipping past chuuya as he raced down the empty street on his bike, dazai could hear the venom in his voice loud and clear, “are you sure they’ll be there?” 

he doesn’t bother with a helmet, or any sort of safety gear. he has one with him, just in case, but he's never needed it, not when he has the familiar red glow of his ability and his agile reflexes.

“chuuya,” dazai whines—he whines, as if he’s a child instead of a grown man actively tracking an unsuspecting victim while in said victim's apartment, "don't you trust me?" 

he can picture the scowl on chuuya’s face, even though dazai can’t see him. chuuya is predictable like that, but dazai doesn't mind. it makes riling him up more fun. while waiting for a response, dazai busies himself with fixing the second unnoticeable camera. so far, so good—he had placed it so well that it practically blended in with the walls and ridges, even he wasn't sure that he'd spot it if he wasn't actively looking for the camera.

“no,” chuuya spits out, “if this is a set-up like last time, i'll kill you, bastard."

dazai smiles faintly, a mischievous, knowing, smile, his eyes momentarily drifting away, following the blinking dot on the screen, “you can always try.”

chuuya makes a noise similar to a snarl, but it’s muffled by the furious howling of the wind. neither of them say anything after that, not even when chuuya begins to slow down his borderline reckless driving, coming to a stop near the corner of a deserted street. the street lamps begin to flicker ominously—a silent warning, but nobody heeds it.

he walks away from his motorcycle, glancing back at it once with a little sigh before he melts into the shadows and creeps over the unkempt pavement. he’s disgusted by how dirty the place is, abandoned shop lots with broken windows and peeling paint, overflowing trash cans with suspiciously colored things starting to grow on top, and the garishly graffitied walls. what on earth were you doing in a place like this?

“they seem to have wandered off,” dazai’s voice floods his earpiece, as though the other had read his mind, “couldn’t sleep again, i suppose?”

that wasn’t anything new, but coming this far away from your place? he loathes how unwary you could be, but if it weren’t for that, he might not have so many 'random' opportunities to bump into you and charm you as a mysterious, fleeting stranger; your own guardian angel, coming to guide you back home and send you off safely. chuuya unconsciously clenches his fists. as much as he scorns dazai sometimes, he really is grateful for his help—without his plan to plant a few inconspicuous little tracking devices, how could they have been there to protect you? 

“they’re close by,” dazai continues, “go on, now.”

chuuya had asked dazai before why it was always him who was sent prowling the streets for your wandering figure. he couldn’t exactly complain about it, after all, any opportunity with you was a blessing, but wasn’t it unfair? dazai would never give himself a disadvantageous position, so there had to be something else he was planning. he already knew dazai was slowly worming—sly, scheming bastard that he was—his way into your life, showing up to where you worked often enough that you were familiar with his face, but not exactly friendly with each other. he's racked his mind countless times over the question before, but each answer he came up with didn't satisfy him. dazai's own answer wasn't very helpful either,

"so, you know," he had said, causally sipping on his drink, "if anything goes wrong i could easily blame you and run over to charm them off their feet."

at seeing chuuya's seething expression, he grinned, "i'm kidding! you're just, more likable than me. if i saw you in the middle of an abandoned road at night, i totally wouldn't suspect you of anything bad! you're too short to be threatening, and, too pretty."

chuuya stopped questioning dazai's motives after that. whatever it was, he had promised they would get to share you, and that was enough for him.

chuuya glances around, looking for a figure he had ingrained into his memory by now, but to no avail. before he could ask dazai anything, a voice cuts through the tranquil silence, causing him to tense up.

"chuuya?"

he turns around to see you, eyes shining with relief even in the darkness, the warm smile on your bitten lips filling his heart up with joy again. he quickly relaxes his posture, trying to look as casual as possible, and nonchalantly raises a hand back to you.

"hey," he tucks his hand back into his pocket, "what brings you out here? thought you had given up your nightly sightseeing?"

after a particularly spooky experience the last time he saw you out (thanks to dazai's thorough planning), you had shakenly told him you'd never go out during the early hours again. he thought you'd make good on your promise too, and that was partially why he was so worried when dazai had called him an hour ago, ushering him to your location. regardless, the situation turned out to be a blessing in disguise, providing the perfect chance for dazai to sneak in and work on some things while you were occupied with chuuya.

"yeah, well," you exhale, rocking back and forth. were you nervous around him? "i was hungry, and there's this place near my apartment so i was sure i could get there, but," you hesitate, "i must have gotten lost. what about you?"

chuuya lazily gestures to the vandalized walls behind him, "i came to watch out for whoever's been doing this. it's been going on for a couple of days now, and i'm sick of getting it repainted."

you nod, assessing the damage for yourself. it wasn't really a lie, this area was actually part of the port mafia's turf, and there had been someone trashing the walls despite how many times they painted over it. you didn't know what he worked as, of course not, but you had never really asked him either. he was glad for it because he didn't want to lie to you more than he already had. dazai had told him to be careful about revealing his identity too in case it ended up scaring you away. they couldn't have that, after all the careful observations and risky ventures to get to this point, close enough to know where you would be but careful enough to make sure you never suspected anything. it would be a terrible waste if things went south and they'd just lock you up immediately. initially, that had been the plan, but dazai decided that this approach, albeit rather slow, would be more effective.

chuuya watches you worry at your bottom lip, looking anywhere but at him. dazai's voice, in his ear, is urging him on to offer to bring you home. he's seriously considering it too, but before he can say anything, you surprise him by speaking first.

"have you had anything to eat yet?"

he blinks, processing your sudden question. dazai is hissing at him to say no, but he can't seem to hear, or comprehend anything that isn't the sight of you with your back to the bright moon. he thinks the light behind you makes you look like you were glowing, a sort of halo—fitting for an angel like you.

"chuuya?" he's brought back to reality, quickly assuring you that no, he hadn't, and actually, he was going to go get something to eat just now.

you smile at him, a little shyly, and—"in that case, do you want to get something to eat together? i'll let you pick!"—and chuuya is once again, mesmerized.

he can faintly make out the noises of dazai cheering, but can't find it in himself to tell him to quiet down, not when his own heart was pounding louder than ever before. he knows he must look a fool, eyes wide and unable to form a cohesive reply to such a simple suggestion, but he can't help himself. you've always had that effect on him, since the first time he laid his eyes on you.

"sounds good," he finally says.

"awe," dazai croons in his ear, "they're going to get on the bike with you, chuuya!" by now, he has become rather good at blocking out dazai's voice. he's already flustered enough as it is, and the unnecessary commentary wasn't really helping him stay calm.

he gestures to his bike and brings out the helmet he's never used, internally thanking dazai for his insistence that he should keep one with him. you make your way over to him, glancing over the crude drawings on the wall. his hands tremble with excitement, and he can already feel himself get feverish with exhilaration while he carefully slips the helmet on you, despite your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. when you climb on behind him, he can feel his face get so red, about to explode just like his delirious, uncontrollable heart.

"bring them to our usual place," dazai advises him, "i'll be there."

that was....a great idea, really. a convenient way to introduce you to the knowledge that dazai and chuuya were familiar with each other. chuuya went much slower than he usually would to not startle you, and to give dazai some time to get there before he did, but he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have your arms wrapped tight around him as he raced down the street.

fortunately, he makes it to the designated place without losing himself to his delightful fantasies. from outside of the modest restaurant, he can see dazai already seated at a table near the back. if you're surprised that such an ordinary-looking place was open at this time of the night, you don't show it, merely waiting for him to guide you. he likes this feeling, it was almost as though you were already dating, this simple but intimate action of taking off the helmet for you and brushing back your hair. maybe he's being too forward, but you don't protest, just looking at him with that soft smile of yours that sends his heart and mind into a frenzy. you don't look worried, but maybe if you knew just how deep his—and dazai's—affections ran for you, you would have been.

he guides you inside, not even acknowledging the staff. they, too, knew better than to interrupt chuuya, seeing who he was heading towards. you've unconsciously moved closer to him, and it makes his heart swell with pride. you felt safe with him, didn't you?

from across the room, a tall figure stands up, waving in your direction. you stare at him, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. those bandages, that hairstyle...it was all too familiar, but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"chuuya!" the person cries out, "i didn't think i'd see you out here so late!"

chuuya only walks over to the person, bringing you along, "we came to get something to eat," he explains, and turns to you "this is dazai, a good friend of mine."

he's not used to the lack of bickering between him and dazai, despite them only greeting each other, but knows you might be a little overwhelmed if you saw them go at each other's throat, even if there was no real malice behind it. to ease you in, they had a silent agreement to be on their best behavior.

"chuuya's mentioned you before, but i didn't think i'd get to meet you so soon," dazai says, then he pauses for a moment, scrutinizing you closely, "hm? wait, have we met before?"

there's a long pause, before your eyes light up and you visibly perk up, "you've stopped by the place i work at before," you say, "i think there's where i recognized you from."

chuuya straightens up immediately, "you mean, they're the reason you keep going back to that place?"

dazai has to make a conscious effort to hold himself back at your flustered expression, delighted by the reaction that chuuya's lie prompted. how were you so effortlessly perfect?

"he doesn't bother you, does he?" chuuya leans over, ignoring dazai's exaggerated gasp, "i know he can be a little obnoxious at times."

"no, not at all," you shake your head, "he's really nice, and tips well."

dazai preens at your words, looking rather smug. chuuya only eyes him suspiciously while someone walks over to take their order.

"so, do you two often meet up so late?"

"i can't sleep sometimes," you explain, "so i just like to walk outside but i tend to get lost. funnily enough, i manage to run into chuuya each time!"

dazai feigns a look of worry, "but that really can't be safe? i don't mean to overstep, but this is yokohama, and...."

you nod, "i've been pretty lucky that i keep running into chuuya, and i'm safe with him," you don't notice the looks they share between themselves.

"very lucky," dazai echoes, "considering how you don't even have his number, and just keep meeting him coincidentally."

chuuya has a good understanding of what dazai was trying to do, but he's not sure if you'll fall for the bait. when you don't actually say anything, opting to reach over for your drink that just got placed, he can't help but feel disappointed. things were moving awfully slow, slower than he had expected.

you and dazai continue to make small conversation, meaningless things that the other man already knew, but chuuya finds it a little amusing that you had no idea how dazai was in your apartment the moment you left it, and he had definitely looked through your things. still, chuuya takes a note of the things you say anyway, grateful for any sliver of information you grace him with. if it's about you, he wants to know everything.

when it's finally time to go, you follow chuuya out. it's almost like a routine by now for him to drop you off, and he desperately craves the domesticity the action brings him. he's done this so often that the drive back to your home feels like second nature, not even having to think about the directions. while he knows dazai is meticulous in his work, he can't help but wonder if you'd find what he had done to your place.

when he comes to a stop outside your building, he already finds himself already beginning to miss you. how much longer does he have to wait until he can have this all the time? as you begin to walk away, his heart feels heavier. at least back home he can see the results of dazai's task today, even if he can't see you there in person.

"chuuya," you stop his racing thoughts, "do you mind giving me your number?" he must have made his shock obvious because you rush to explain yourself—not that you needed to. he would gladly give you anything you asked for, "i was thinking about what dazai said earlier, and it would be nice, i think."

he takes your phone from your outstretched hand wordlessly, typing his number with quivering fingers. when you thank him and pull him into a close embrace, chuuya is frozen in place. he tries desperately to burn this moment into his mind forever, hoping to forever remember the emotions stirring up in him and the feel of your arms around him.

on his way back, dazai is back to happily chatting away in his ear, telling chuuya that he wouldn't believe what you were up to after you got back. chuuya only smiles. the wait was truly worth it.

[foreverdolly]

ghost of you | austin butler x grieving!reader

this is a request for my little "three days of blurbs" event. might extend this event an extra day since work has really put a damper on how much i'm able to write ! i'm having so much fun getting to all your requests.

request: austin angst please? i want you to hurt my feelings :)

requested by: anon

word count: 860

warnings/notes: this is like lonesome tonight but with no happy ending. absolutely will gut you. 10/10 will make you feel something. i already had this partially written, and i decided that this is perfect for the request. austin would be such a good husband, and i can't imagine what losing him would feel like. i hope this hurts real good, you sick lil bastard ;)

The officers that had come bearing the distressing news had never heard anything like it before. It wasn’t just a simple wailing, or even the kind of scream that one might let loose right before they die. It was more painful, these screams. It was the cries of a woman that had realized that her lover was gone while she was not. It was the screams of a woman that had been newly cursed, forced to scramble in order to find some form of solace and comfort in her newfound solitude. It was almost as though she hoped to expel every bit of oxygen from her very blood. The men couldn’t understand a single word that she had said that night. It was more of a useless kind of babbling, any coherent words soon covered up by body aching sobs. Still- they could feel the meaning behind each labored breath. Could see the heart that she so evidently wore on her sleeve not just breaking, but dying right along with the man that they had just driven down to the local morgue. ‘Take me. Please god- take me with him.’ She didn’t speak a word that night, but all of the officers could see the way she craned her neck back towards the sky, as if to plead. To beg. 

It was almost as though her soul left her body through her lungs that night. It floated up past the ceiling, going to wherever her lover was. Following him. Never leaving him. Going somewhere safe. 

Somewhere kinder. 

Austin used to wipe away your kisses. His large hand, long fingers wiping away whatever gloss, lipstick, or balm that you constantly had on your lips. He’d stare up at you mischievously, though he’d try and make his eyes appear innocent. Blue eyes widened, lashes touching brow bones. So blue. Always so blue. “I think I might need another kiss.” And so you would do as you were asked gladly, eager for his love. You ate up the way that he adored you. Sometimes you’d just sit and watch him, liked the way he would turn his head to slyly look at you while the two of you were situated on the living room couch. It was almost as though he was checking to see if you were still there. Checking to see if you were still content. He’d hug you a little closer to his side, like he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Before work he’d stand by the front door, waiting for you to hand him his lunch. Without fail you’d move up to your tip toes so that you could place a wet kiss on his lips, and then he’d hold his palm out for you to kiss as well. Before leaving he’d place that hand on his cheek and then on his heart. “I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.” 

It was a simple way of life. It was the life that you had chosen for yourself, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You wished more than anything that you had taken a little extra time each morning to stare at him. His golden hair brushed back from his forehead, the tips of each wave catching the morning light. He glowed, your pretty baby. He glowed. He’d make conversation with you, eyes never leaving your form. You’d be wrapped up in a bathrobe or dressed in some pajama set that Austin thought you looked cute in. He’d often lay the compliments on thick, even at the crack of dawn. “What did I do to deserve such a gorgeous wife?” Or sometimes he’d brush up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist so that he could press his lips against your neck. Right against your pulse, as if the constant rhythm of your heart brought him peace. 

The memory of his voice was the first thing to fade. You found yourself curled up in bed, watching an old movie that no doubt reminded you of your late husband. You were mouthing the words to the old western fondly, though the smile dropped from your face when you realized that you had forgotten how Austin had sounded when he used to proudly recite the lines by heart. You had to pause the film and take out your old phone, swiping through videos just to hold the speaker up to your ear and press play. His voice came through, loud and clear, and for a moment you allowed yourself to feel relief. Because there he was, telling you happy birthday. There he was doing that signature Elvis impression of his to sing to you, making you laugh as he continued to film you. 

Then the guilt settled in. It sat heavy in your chest and nearly had you sinking even further into the old mattress. Because how dare you forget his voice? How could you forget how your name sounded in his lovely mouth- how his honeyed words never failed to sweeten you up? 

Because you were healing. God damn it, you were healing. 

What’s broken can always be fixed. 

But what’s fixed will always be broken.

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[prideofcelestia]

❝ he stands you up on a date without meaning to but later comes to apologise and comfort you ❞

« gender neutral reader »

« scenario »

« pairing - solomon x reader »

« request by anon. simeon's part »

❝ Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference. ❞

— The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

i. when curiosity calls, my footsteps begin to echo on their own

If the Devildom was a maze of secrets, this sorcerer was an explorer. His alert eyes observed and recorded every little detail. He noticed how the roads there had a habit of rearranging at will to include and exclude routes so one often came across new additions. 

While on the way to meet you for a date, when Solomon stood at a familiar intersection only to find a new shortcut (apparently) to his desired destination (you), he couldn’t resist the urge to take it. He reasoned that he was running a little early so he might as well indulge himself and see where it leads to. 

But.

Curiosity killed the cat…

His decision proved fatal because the path he took was a mischievous one and played all sorts of tricks on him.

Time slowed down there.

What felt like minutes to him were hours for you.

ii. when did the warmth i felt turn into this cold loneliness?

You tapped your feet impatiently and looked at your watch. The tickets that you held in your hands felt heavier than it had done a few moments ago.

What was the point when the movie was over?

Your mood was ruined as your hand wrapped around the tickets, wrinkling them. After throwing those in the bin nearby, you summoned Asmodeus because you didn’t have the strength to walk all the way back alone.

The Avatar of Lust looked crestfallen as he wrapped his arms around your trembling shoulders and rubbed your back soothingly.

“Oh [Name], don’t cry hon. I’m so sorry. Something must have come up for him to go to the Valley of Thorns.”

…

…What?

Freeing yourself from his hold, you stared accusingly at him. “Asmo, what’s this Valley of Thorns?”

Asmodeus looked uncomfortable as he swayed back and forth and tried to avert his gaze. He should have kept it inside the darkest part of his heart but it was too late now.

He spoke hesitantly, “Well… I saw him earlier. He took the path to a place in the Devildom reserved for extremely skilled sorcerers. It’s called Valley of Thorns. I wondered why he wasn’t going to meet you… I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.”

So, he deserted you for business. A phone call wouldn’t have hurt. Right? Then again, it was Solomon. He had the tendency to vanish for weeks on end without prior notice. It was foolish of you to expect special treatment. Work always came first with him. 

To be fair, he had become the strongest sorcerer by himself and he’ll keep improving long after you are gone. 

Still. 

You needed someone who could value your time. 

The time that he had in abundance and you had in the palm of your hands — so fleeting and fragile.

Time.

You gulped the bitter feeling of betrayal and moved on. “Let’s go back home, Asmo.”

iii. if you hear me tapping on your heart, keep an ear out for the “i love you”

The call came at 2 in the morning. Since nobody called you that late at night, your sleep-addled brain expected the absolute worst. It must be an emergency! You didn’t want to ignore the phone call only to learn in the morning that Beelzebub was out eating pillars that were the foundation of the house or that Lotan had flooded the entire house and you could have possibly drowned.

Putting the D.D.D against your ear, you said drowsily, “Mmm?”

“Thank goodness you picked up. [Name] I’m sorr-”

Cut!

On second thoughts, switching off your D.D.D sounded like a good option. Sadly, there was no peace for you in the Devildom because you soon heard audible taps on your window. 

Getting up abruptly, your fingers dug into your bed sheet in horror when Solomon’s familiar voice made you sigh in relief. At least, that feral bastard was safe. For the most part, that was. 

Huffing, you walked to the source of the sound and parted your curtains. Your complaints died down in your throat when you saw the exhausted look on his face. “[Name], can I come inside?”

Before you could come up with a witty retort, he lost footing but quickly summoned a spell to be suspended in midair. While floating, he turned to you with a sheepish grin and innocent eyes.

You let him inside to stop the madness.

After dusting his cloak and stretching, he walked towards you and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t show up. Quite a few things happened. Asmo texted me saying that he had told you about some of it.”

He sighed dejectedly, “I thought I was taking a shortcut but it turns out that it was a cursed road that likes luring people in. As I later realised, it was the path to the Valley of Thorns and it’s designed to be challenging to reach the place. I was exhausted by the time I met all the sorcerers who live there.” 

He looked conflicted as a deep frown settled on his features. Shuffling on his feet restlessly, he said, “I’d have liked to stay and chat with them but I came back at once.”

Your anger was nowhere near gone so you turned around sharply and spat, “So why did you come back? You could have had your date there, right?”

“Because no one there was you. I wanted to see you and spend time with you only.”

The sad lines around your eyes didn’t escape him and he was glad to see those melt a little.

With his signature smile, he asked, “Would you like to cuddle now that I'm here?”

“No. Not until I get that date you promised.”

“Okay. No problem.”

He magically summoned a screen on your wall and the movie you had plans to watch earlier started playing. Without ado, he plopped down on your bed and offered his arm as a pillow. “Our own movie theatre. I can be your personal blanket so come here.”

“...No thanks.”

He raised his eyebrows without making any sign of pulling his arm back. “I just fulfilled all your conditions right?”

Pouting, you said, “... Yes... Okay so... Let me bring popcorn and I better find you lying in that exact position when I come back! If you move, I'll kick you out!”

As you raced out with a grin, you could hear his low chuckle and some soothing words.

“I swear that this time I’ll keep my promise.”