#hii hope this is okay!

[facepeeled]

continued from here / @ufoxlogy

she's used to vagrants coming in late at night like this, seeking shelter from the cold, damp streets. an all night diner shines like a beacon. but rarely are they covered in blood. and even rarer did they dress in tailored suits, with a fresh shave and salon haircut.

this man is no vagrant-- but still he stumbled in bleeding like a stuck pick and looking for shelter. she doesn't appreciate his sarcasm, shoves one of the rags she uses to wipe down tables into his hands. "no mop-- but you can have this," she says. it's not a clean rag by any means, but it'll get the blood off his hands easy enough.

"let me guess: i should see the other guy," she jokes, wondering if anyone could look worse than this man does currently. "are you okay? you wanna sit down?"

[helioxed]

Sorry for drawing him tied up it will happen again

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[umem1ya]

"I adore you // love you too baby" YOU COOKED SO GOOD ACTUALLY, love the characterization details in ur works!!

HEY ANON LOL DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY??? DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME CRYING MY EYES OUT?!?!

but hm hi. 🤚 hello thank you for speaking about that hello hiiii 🤚 can I talk for a second about it pls 🤚

about endo never truly learning the idea of being lowkey about anything. about him being intense in every aspect of his life, about loving and being infatuated so deeply by everything he even dares to care about.

about how being in a secret relationship would hold him back so much. and he'd be pissed about it but he would understand it so well because he doesn't want to give up on fighting and also he doesn't want to give up on you. so it's whatever, he will try it. for the sake of having fun without hurting what you have, he will try it.

I wrote that part specifically by the idea of his s/o being aware of who the relationship is with. you gotta know that he adores the ground you walk, that he's obsessed with being around you, just like he's with other things, and that just means he loves you. its kinda fucked up. but when he says those stuff you can only hear "I love you" and honestly, takes a while to get used to it, but what else can you ask?

it's about the idea of helping him through it too, you know? constant reminder that when the infatuation is gone, there's still love. when the fights aren't fun or when shit happens, things get messy, there's still your love. :)

[wildestdrcam]

celeste had been waiting for any sound of movement on the other side of her door, but when she had finally heard it, she jumped a bit. perhaps it had just been her paranoia, or maybe she had read too much into danny blatantly avoiding her the whole night, but she was beginning to wonder if whatever they had was done now. she had been debating sneaking over to his room herself. thank god she didn't have to do that. she opened the door just enough to pull him into the room, before he started talking aloud in the hallway. he really wasn't good at this sneaking around business, was he? it was oddly charming. "you're quite dramatic, aren't you?" she responded, though her tone was gentle, teasing. she moved a bit closer, reached up to stroke his cheek. "it doesn't turn you on? just a little?" || @wintcring

open to: females, 28+

character: daniil "danny" kasaty. twenty-seven. paramedic. nicholas galitzine fc.

plot: based on link in the source! your muse and danny are spending the weekend away. the catch? danny's sister (best friend to your muse) is along for the ride, the one who suggested the group getaway. your muse is more worried about getting caught, or thinks it was a mistake, etc.

whips his head around when he thinks he hears the creak of a floorboard. signifying his sister or one of her other friends awoken by his late night trip out of bed. but it’s just them, him outside the door to her room. acting as if nothing had happened between them was turning out to be torture. a burn of jealousy every time another gaze gave her a once over on the beach or at the bar. a burn that spread to panic whenever his sister encouraged the attention further, blissfully unaware of how it affected her little brother. in a hushed tone .. "i'm sorry, i know i shouldn't be here like this. i just... can't keep acting like i’m fine this weekend when i feel like i'm dying not being able to touch you." who said shit like that? apparently danny does, now. “and i hate the thought of having to watch anyone else flirting with you for another minute.”

[kentoavenue]

[ 23:46 ] - suguru geto

it’s nearly midnight when you step out of the izakaya, your steps heavy and mind hazy. one of your hands reach out to support your weight on a wooden pillar, and you take a moment to breathe and rein in your consciousness.

you blink up at the izakaya’s entrance lighting, a yellow hue contrasting across the planes of your face, the izakaya’s wooden sign swaying silently in tokyo’s midnight breeze.

you’ve been here more times than you’d like to admit—usually during nights like these, when your head wanders too far and your heartstrings feel like they might just snap at the slightest touch.

you’d stumbled across this place on accident one desperate sunset, needing somewhere to carve out that hurt.

so far, it worked.

up until two months ago, that is.

you had first felt that presence that one night you were about to walk the twenty-minute distance back home, but had brushed it off as the alcohol making its way to your head.

‘it’s nothing,’ you had convinced yourself.

but the next time you felt it again. and then again. and then again.

that’s ending tonight, though. you were tired of that little voice in your head always telling you to look over your shoulder, to check.

so instinct moves your feet forward, stepping towards the entrance of the street’s darkened alleyway.

and there it is—a figure.

your tipsy state really wasn’t helping the fact that the figure seems to be blending with the shadows, and you almost take another step forward when the figure slightly retreats back further into the darkness.

almost. and it hits you then.

“suguru.”

and he physically stills.

you should have known.

should have known it was him all along. that the instinct you felt was not really instinct at all, but habit.

“how long are you going to keep this up?”

it’s silent for a moment, before suguru geto steps out towards you, stopping a couple feet away. his gaze drags across your face, dropping lower at your lips, then back up again.

“i forgot how beautiful you were.” he says.

you release a breath of disbelief, opening your mouth to argue, when he continues.

“i’ve always known you were beautiful,” suguru raises a hand, as if to brush your hair out of your face, but halts mid-air. “it seems i forgot how much.”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

he drops his hand.

“as long as it takes.”

“for what, suguru?” you take a step back, mind beginning to clear now.

“for me to know you’ll always get home safe.”

you look at him then. actually, look at him.

his eyes are a shade darker than when you had last seen him, ebony hair now much longer than it was. it’s like it’s him, but not really. not anymore.

“you don’t get to decide that, suguru. you left.” you point your index finger at him, seething with pent up rage and grief. “you left your old life behind, left me behind. and now after a year you’re doing this?”

suguru inhales a breath, as if readying himself to explain. but you don’t let him.

“you left without warning, no letters, no calls. nothing.” tears begin to prick your eyes, and you tilt your head to the sky, as if to take them back in. “imagine what i felt when i saw that execution report.”

“i know.” suguru decides against explaining then, instead allowing you this moment to lash out—he deserves this, anyway. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you don’t get to apologize.” you reach your hands out onto his chest, and push back.

you ignore how warm his body is under your palms, how familiar yet distant the contact feels. how much your fingers want to pull him in instead of pushing back. but you do.

“you left me grieving over someone who was still alive. someone who meant the world to me.”

you continue to push, push, and push his body back towards the shadows, back to where you won’t have to see him, and he lets you.

“and while i was out there barely continuing life without you, you were off to god knows where with no sense of guilt.”

“i was always with you, sweetheart.” suguru takes ahold of your wrists, halting your efforts to push any further. and his eyes soften when you finally look at him again. “you never knew, i made sure of that. but i’m always with you.”

and he pauses for a second, as if contemplating tonight.

“forgive me, sweetheart.”

“forgive you for which part?” you jerk your wrist away, but he holds on.

“for this part.” and he kisses you, one hand moving up to tilt your face towards his.

it’s raw, his kiss. it’s brimming with months and months of all the stages of grief, of wanting, of all the things left unsaid.

you know you should push him away again, pry yourself out of his hold, but a broken part of you misses this—misses him.

“you left. you left. you left.” you repeat, over and over, fingers clutching at his shirt.

and suguru repeats back i knows and i’m sorrys, over and over again, more times than you can count.

he’ll say it a hundred times more if that’s what it would take for you to believe him. a thousand times more.

[spotaus]

New Age AU (The Camp)

Hello and welcome back to another New Age drabble! As always, fuck it we ball, no editing or rereading! This one is fresh off the press!

And!! Hello to @ancha-aus @papiliovolens and @mutzelputz ! Hope y'all enjoy!

Things had been looking up.

   Now, the bar for what was 'better' was set pretty low, but this time, right now, managed to reach it.

   Shortly after the collapse of his former kingdom, Cross had known there was no way he could ever show his face there again. His closest friends were dead, his brother was trying to rebuild things from the ground up, and his presence would only hinder them. If he, the king's loyal dog, stayed? It'd cause he'll to break loose.

   So he left. Alone. In the night. Nowhere to go but anywhere better than there.

   He walked.

   And walked, and walked, and walked, until he came across a town where he could find a place to sleep, a spot to eat, and to find out what the hell he'd do next.

   He had almost hoped that no one would recognize him in the neighboring kingdom. That he'd get off scot-free, but they knew. He was too focused, too quick to draw his blade, too alert.

   He unsettled the patrons at the inn, he was too efficient for the dock work, and the shops wouldn't have him keeping his sword on his hip. He refused to be without it.

   And so within a few months he'd exhausted his resources and had to move on.

   But. Just before he boarded the ship that would set sail for some new dock, he had been rushed into by a wirey, tiny skeleton. Knocked clean off his feet and almost directly into the lapping sea below the docks.

   Cross was not easily placed off-balance. The skeleton was stronger than he looked.

   And he looked... really nice.

   Cross, as he stood his ground, found that the skeleton paused to stare at him. Big, colorful eyelight filled crescent sockets which squinted in delight. A big smile reached the corners of his eyes, and a huge smudge of some darkness patterned his cheek, breaking up the pure while bone of his skull.

   Cross hadn't seen another skeleton monster in ages, aside from his brother. Especially not one with as much expression as this one. Dressed head to toe in colorful fabric sashes and pouches and bags, every one with a new vibrant color. It must've been expensive to-

   And then he'd spotted that this ethereal skeleton had a familiar pouch in-hand. A pouch with a hand-embroidered "X" on it. His coin purse.

   The moment he'd seen it, it seemed the skeleton had noticed, because he practically rocketed off the dock. Cross had followed without a thought. That was his pouch! One if the few things that were ever his. He needed that back, boat be damned.

  

   And so Cross had chased this mysterious skeleton all about town, not losing his track for long when the other managed to slip away.

   It felt like the worst game of cat and mouse he'd ever been a part of. But, it was somewhere outside if town that the skeleton led him to. He wasn't even out of breath when he came to the clearing just off the path. The skeleton had been out of his sight for twenty minutes, but his transportation magic was pungent. Cross knew exactly where he'd gone.

   And he'd found him.

   Grabbed him by one of his scarves abd snatched his pouch back. It was empty, but that was fine. Most of his gold was inside his armor anyhow.

   But before he left, the skeleton had laughed. Had said he was impressed he'd been followed. Wondered what he was doing setting sail on that dingey of a ship before. Cross hadn't intended to sit down, he hadn't wanted to. After all, this guy had stolen from him.

   Yet, the skeleton mentioned he might have work for a soldier like Cross. Paying work. Work that would have him moving about. Away from whatever he was running from.

   And Cross had sat. And asked about the work. And Ink had introduced himself.

   Ink was an assassin for hire, something which had made Cross grimace and almost leave once more, but Ink swore Cross wouldn't be expected to kill anyone. Just... make sure no one killed Ink while he was moving from job to job. A bodyguard of sorts, just until his name was off the radar again.

   He promised gold, and food, and respect. People knew him everywhere he went, a sort of folk hero (though that wasn't what he'd said) and so Cross wouldn't be as judged for his past.

   It had been an easy sell. Scam or not.

   Cross had some things to get used to. The first being that Ink had no soul. He hadn't noticed it because the other was draped in magical items, but Ink was entirely soulless. Along with that, he had an awful memory.

   To work around it, Cross had taken one of Ink's scarves to replace his bandana that was destroyed in a fight. The familiar item seemed to keep Ink from getting spooked by Cross. It was almost familiar to Cross, how to Ink he was no different than one if Ink's other cloth-wrapped belongings.

   And it was two years, traveling with Ink. Helping him keep on track for his kills, keeping folks from trying to ambush him. Fighting local city guards attempting to arrest them.

   It was a life on the run, but it was better than being dogged in his own hometown, missing his friends and family. Some shadow of a fallen king.

   But, now, things were looking up.

   Ink had said he was going to be going dark for a bit. To help an old friend. One who Cross might like.

   One who was setting up a rebellion against the evil tyrant who'd taken over his home kingdom in order to defend his peoples. A righteous warrior.

   Cross had to admit, the closer they drew towards the encampment, the more excited he became. He wasn't able to help in the last coup he lived through. Maybe he could be of help during this one.

.

.

   The chattering and happy voices weren't what Cross had expected upon finally reaching the end of the game trail. Ink had insisted there was no main road to the encampment, and that they had to use the secret entrance, which consisted of a thin trail that wove between all sorts of flora and snagged at his fraying uniform.

   When they'd emerged, Cross had certainly not expected to find himself standing before a beautiful flower garden.

   It was a landscaped space reminiscent of the gardens back at the palace. It was smaller, obviously, with less variety, but the first step onto the rocky path which led towards the back of a meager cottage made his heart skip a beat.

   The colors were to plentiful, and a butterfly flitted past him in a way that completely had him enamored. It was thanks to muscle memory that he didn't freeze up completely to admire the flawless plants in more detail.

   Instead, he soon found himself up a set of wooden steps, just behind Ink, hand on his swords hilt in preparation.

   Ink knocked on the door.

   It sounded thin, and Cross wondered just how old this building was. Colorful curtains drawn over the windows gave an impression of a fresh life to a building which clearly was on its last leg. The ground creaked under the slightest shift of weight.

   The door swung open.

   His focus was entirely absorbed by the person on the other side of the door. Another skeleton.

   Of course, Ink was shorter than Cross, but this new skeleton was shorter than Ink. He had bright blue eyelights and was wearing what Cross could only recognize as training armor. Old iron scraped up in battle and worn more casually when a soldier was among allies. It was adorned in shades of blue and yellow heavy fabric, and Cross was a little amazed that the little guy wasn't dying in the summer heat right about now.

   "Oh, Ink!" The skeleton inside greeted. "You're... actually right on schedule! That's unheard of for you." He seemed to look over his shoulder a moment.

   Cross followed his gaze, catching a slight view into the inner portion of the cottage. It seemed warm, and decorated, and homey. Too messy for his tastes just at a glance, but he had to imagine it was cozy for those who lived inside.

   "You can thank Cross for that one. He's been keeping me on-schedule for..." Ink trailed off at that, reaching a hand back to knock his knuckles against Cross's padded tunic, just over the center of his ribs.

   "Just barely two years now." Cross supplied meekly, focusing on Blue, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

   Blue seemed to perk up at Cross' words, and nodded a bit.

   "Right! Yes, forgive me, I am Blue." The skeleton, Blue, supplied with a grin. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Cross."

   Then, after a moment, he peaked it head back inside to look at something beyond the door, then looked back out to the pair. He was clearly guarding the threshold.

   "If you wouldn't mind waiting out on the front veranda? Dream and I will coke to meet you and guide you to the planning tent." Blue requested, and gestured to the left.

   Cross could only imagine the porch wrapped around to the front, and he nodded in agreement as Ink shot off in that direction without a warning.

  

   Blue shut the door, and Cross took his time walking around the side of the old cottage.

   Dream.

   That was the name of the person leading this revolution. Cross was eager to hear more, solely because Ink didn't always have his facts straight. His memory made it more likely that he was making things up to fill the gaps than anything else.

   He'd made this Dream guy sound like a saint, and frankly Cross didn't believe it. Kingdoms can be bad, but the things Ink was saying sounded cartoonish. Blood sacrifice and godlike power? No way was any of that right. He needed to meet this guy and hear what sort of real threats this tyrant posed, and hear how Dream planned on going about claiming power.

   Cross had seen a plan like this go poorly before. He didn't plan to let another one happen on his watch.

  

   As he turned the corner, he was greeted with a shocking sight.

   Not far past the front fence of the cottage, was a large clearing with a river running through it. Dotted around the edges of the grassy clearing were all sorts of large canvas tents. Ones that reminded him a bit too much of a battle encampment.

   Only, the tents were strung up with colorful flags atop, banners of what had to be the Royal insignia of the kingdom in gold and purple, and, most strikingly, that was where those sounds of joy had been coming from.

   People were talking, there was a dirt patch in the center of the place where it seemed there were people training, others cheering them on. The scent of warm food wafted past him and made his mouth water. Just from a distance, it seemed like a little sanctuary. Hidden away on the outskirts of a kingdom.

   When he finally reached Ink's side, the other had hoisted himself to sit on a low-bearing railing that circled the porch. It barely seemed to hold his weight, but he coukd care less. He seemed content to kick his feet and watch the people out in the main area.

   Cross remained vigilant (then again, when didn't he?) and was quick to turn when the front door behind them eventually swung open with a heavy creaking noise.

   There, trailing Blue out of the front door, was a radiant skeleton.

   His magic alone felt like a warm breeze had passed a summer path and let flower petals gently drift by to make a scenic masterpiece. It was unlike anything Cross had ever felt, and he tried not to look dumbfounded when the skeleton's eyelights skimmed up and over the scene before him.

   "Dream!" It was Ink who practically stunt-fell backwards from his perch and rushed over to the skeleton's side without so much as a stumble.

   Cross didn't need to see his eyelights to know they were probably both a bright, striking color. His excitement was evident.

   "Ink, it's good to see you again!" Dream greeted, and to Cross' utter surprise, he reached out and pulled Ink into a quick hug. "I heard from Blue that you brought a reliable friend?" He pulled away just as quickly as he'd tugged Ink in, but he seemed to watch Ink closely with caring eyelights. A soft yellow.

   Ink seemed to take a moment to process, before he gave a single nod and whipped around. In just a moment he bounced off of Cross's side and nudged him for emphasis.

   "Right, this is Cross! He's been helping me, but I thought he'd help a lot with that job you needed done!" Ink introduced, and Cross gave a half-bow. He just hardly kept hinself from saluting in his old fashion.

   Dream finally took a moment to look at Cross as the door to the cottage finally clicked shut on its own behind him.

   It took a moment, before Dream smiled gently at him.

   "Cross, it's a pleasure to meet you, truly." He greeted, reaching out a hand. Cross took it without thinking, shaking it firmly. "I am Prince Dream, and this is my knight, Blue." He added on.

   Suddenly, Cross wished he hadn't accepted that handshake. A prince? Ink hadn't mentioned anything about Dream being royalty?? Surely he'd have been on better behavior if he'd known!

   Dream released his hand, but gave him little time to devolve into panic, and he raised both hands placatingly.

   "Please, don't fret." He asked, "I can see you are not from this kingdom and you don't know the plight we face."

   It was a nice tone. An understanding one, which gave Cross a moment to breathe and think better of dropping to his knees for forgiveness.

   Dream continued, "Undoubtedly you are a brave soul, and a strong one as well. If you truly are interested in assisting us in this fight, I can explain more to you in a moment," He paused, "Though, you have a burden on your shoulders, even so young. Where do you come from?"

   Something about the question was so gentle. So... genuine.

   Cross faltered a bit, "I-" A breath. "I come from the fallen kingdom of Ritten. A high guard, disgraced once the castle fell." He admitted, trying to will his throat to not grow tight in shame.

   "And, may I ask, what brought you to this place?" Dream prodded gentle.

   "My family suffered because I was not strong enough to fight against the oppressive might of my king. I ran away, and now cannot help them." He'd thought hard and long about this. Where he'd gone wrong. Every night for the past two years. "I thought that, perhaps, I might save someone else from the pain of an unhonest rule. At least, based on the picture Ink painted for me of your cause."

   There was a moment of quiet.

   "Mm, I don't remember painting anything of Dream yet though, Cross." Ink chimed in.

   The tension felt broken and Dream's tense, serene aura burst into one of fondness and he turned to giggle at Ink. Blue, behind him, sighed.

   "Figure of speech, my friend." Dream clarified to Ink, before returning focus to, a frankly startled, Cross. "It seems you're passionate. I cannot promise that helping my people will fill that gap on your soul, but I can swear that you will be doing good for them." Dream assured, and Cross couldn't help but agree.

.

   From there, Dream, Cross, Blue, and Ink crossed the lawn. Dream was greeted excitedly by every person they passed, abd Blue helpfully held open a flap to a particularly small canvas tent. One whose walls seemed to block out all the noise from outside, and which most likely prevented any eavesdropping from outside in.

   The four of them settled around a table, Cross sat across from Dream, Ink and Blue facing eachother.

   The table was strewn with a single map, and that map was covered in all sorts of pins and charcoal scratches. Clearly a planning guide.

   Along routes, there were several red X's.

   "Cross, how familiar are you with this kingdom?" Dream asked him as he examined the spread before him.

   "...Admittedly, I don't know anything at all aside from what Ink has told me. We just arrived two days ago." He said.

   Dream nodded as Blue chimed in that Ink was 'unreliable at best'.

   "Then I shall start from what I know." Dream said softly.

   "I am the crown prince of this place. I was raised alongside my twin in the Wooded Castle." He began, and Cross was already a bit surprised. Twins? For monsters, having twins was practically impossible. It was unsafe, and deadly... "We were inseparable. I was to one day claim the throne, and he was to be my closest confidant. My advisor. We had always been thrilled by our coming futures. I was to be crowned and gifted our familial magic on our 13th birthday."

   There was a deep, deep sorrow that suddenly seemed to overtake Dream's face. Blue slumped a bit in his own seat as they both seemed to have their eyelights glued to Dream.

   "Just months before our celebration, Nightmare became paranoid and distant. He told me that if I went through with the ceremony that something bad would happen. I'm not sure who placed this idea in his head, as I had been trained from a young age to withstand and control the power. A birthright handed on from my mother's father to my mother, and from my mother to me." He explained, "He did not listen to me, did not trust me."

   A miniscule flinch of Dream's shoulders. "During the ceremony, as I was presented with my birthright. An apple, meant to pass on my mother's life energy as well as untold power. My brother rushed up and snatched it from my hands. Consumed the fruit, and was changed by its overwhelming force. He did not inheret the full power, nor was he the same after it washed him in a dark and potent magic." Cross was uncertain. Anxious. What kind of kingdom was this? "Shortly after he took the crown, he... he cast me out. Banished me to a neighboring kingdom."

   Dream seemed to take a deep breath. "Since that day, my people have been suffering. Someone or something is in my poor brother's head, whispering horrible lies to him. I was unable to help him when we were young, and it has led to the horrible state of our kingdom. He is using the power granted by our ancestors to flood the people's crops and to destroy their sources of income. The people cannot survive this way much longer. I need to liberate my twin from those who are twisting his mind. So I may reason with him and help guide him back towards the truth."

   Cross was taken aback.

   Dream literally had an evil twin, and was meant to take the throne.

   "There have been many attempts to gain information on the king's whereabouts, but anyone the smaller rebel groups have sent have never made it back." Blue took over the story. "Dream has been searching for a person strong enough to infiltrate the castle to bring us back direct information. We are blind aside from the word of the people."

   And the dots fell into place. Cross would be this spy, if he agreed on taking this job.

   The others seemed to sense his hesitancy.

   "You can back out this moment if you like, no hard feelings." Dream had added hurriedly, "I am aware that our circumstances are looming for an outsider, and it is a lot to ask of a stranger."

   It was sincere, but Cross knew himself too well. He was in too deep the moment Ink had told him of Dream's plight. There was no way he would turn down this fight.

   "I... want to help you. What else do I need to know?" He replied simply.

   The room seemed to fill with a sort of relief at his admission.

   It seemed to take Dream a moment to collect his thoughts, before he gestured to Blue. The Knight was already out of his seat and rushing out of the tent. Cross figured this meant they were getting serious.

   "My first rule," Dream stated, "Please, for your own safety, avoid facing my twin at all costs." That was... a strange one. "I would fear for his death at your hands, as I truly don't wish to see him dead. Only, he is too powerful for even an army of men to face, let alone one skilled warrior. It would be your death, and I do not wish to send you to the gallows."

   Then Dream sighed, "I have had Ink searching for a worthy candidate for this mission. I would send him, but I fear he would forget his goal and attempt to assassinate my twin. And be killed in the process."

   Cross gave a nod.

   "The second thing to know, is to avoid the Knights. They always wear masks, visages of big cats from across the realm. As far as we are aware, there are three of them. A tiger, a lion, and a black panther." He informed, brow furrowed, "You are not from this area, but I can tell you that the masks are a tradition of our heritage. They are only given to those whom royal blood deem as their most trusted. The masked monsters cannot be trusted, and when together, cannot be faced alone."

  

   Cross hardly had a moment to place the information into his mind before Dream seemed to jolt, "The panther is the strongest of them magically. The lion the strongest. If you come across them on your own, please, just flee with what you've found. All of these people are criminals and vagrants, the lowest of the low. Hostile and dangerous." He reiterated, until he gained another nod from Cross.

   That was when Blue entered the tent once again, his arms filled with maps and scrolls and... was that armor?

   "We have reason to believe that the power in the castle does not keep a close eye on their guard. The plan would be for you to slip in among a grouping of new recruits and investigate further once you are dismissed from your first round of duties." Dream explained.

   Cross figured that could work. He was already a soldier, always had been one, so he wouldn't have to employ his terrible acting skills.

   There was only one thing eating at him.

   "And... what will I be searching for while I'm there?" He asked boldly.

   That was when, almost like a cue, Blue set a scroll before him. It seemed to be a list of locations, people, and imports and exports.

   "That is a list of all the things in which Nightmare has destroyed in the past year. All the locations and people affected by his wayward deeds." Dream explained, "I ask of you to listen, and find word of where his next area of disaster is planned to be. That way Blue, myself, Ink, and the others might intercept his Knights before they cause more harm to my people."

   Okay. Just information.

   Cross almost wondered if it was fate which brought him here, to sit before the radiant prince and his loyal followers.

   He'd eavesdropped on his father and spoken with his siblings enough to understand exactly what Dream was hoping he'd find. Plans, schemes, people even thinking of slandering this king who he could crush under his boot.

   This list was full of names and towns, written in a gentle cursive script, no doubt written by hand by Dream. Like there was a mourning etched into every stroke of the quill.

   "Alright. I'll do it." Cross confirmed, though mostly to himself. Then, "When do I set off?"

[hornetvoid]

oooooold mettaton ex scribble 💖

[wildestdrcam]

yvonne let a soft chuckle slip off her lips as charlie caught up to her, just like she knew they would. "oh, really?" she shrugged, pushing away the bubbling worry in her stomach that always seemed to come up every time anyone mentioned the recent attacks. it was probably fine...she was sure it was fine..."i'm sure i'm perfectly capable of protecting myself, charlie." she said matter-of-factly, then nudges their shoulder with hers. "but it's very flattering to know you'd step up to the plate, if needed."

open: f/nb based: inspired by b.ottoms (2023) there's been a recent string of attacks against women/femmes in town, and charlie's lying about their self defense skills to their crush in order to get closer to them who: charlie gomez, they/them, 24, movie theater concessions clerk/projectionist

"hey! hey, wait up..." short legs broke into a brisk jog just to catch up with the other before they left, falling into step while adjusting the strap of their messenger bag. "you heard about all the attacks and shit, right? pretty freaky stuff... if you ever, y'know, need someone to walk you home or whatever, i'm totally available. i know i look small, but i was actually on the wrestling team in high school! and i'm a black belt in karate, so... yeah, i can fight." so they were exaggerating, but it wasn't a total lie. they had taken karate lessons, they'd just quit after purple, but that was a whole decade ago.

[squidsmakemedelusional]

i tried to give her another outfit which ends up being a bit funky, so take it with a grain of salt, its a very WIP thing

THATS A WRAP!!!

[peppermintmochafem]

haven't been here for quite a while, and now I'm scrolling through your blog, dying to be manipulated in such a gentle way. no thoughts just "yes maam"s and believing you, letting myself drift off to your loving embrace. I've been too low on spoons these days to make even the simplest decisions, and dumbification just seems so lovely. I'm just aching to have you decide what "I" want.

~👀

aww sweetheart see all those little decisions aren't for you to make 🥺 you aren't meant for that, you need someone smarter to think for you.

it is for your own good after all!

[ohmylcve]

closed one liner for @satvns !

"i highly doubt that's true, to be honest."

[wildestdrcam]

"a normal person might...i don't know, knock on the front door?" avery challenged, raising an eyebrow slightly. "i guess this is my 'welcome to the neighborhood', then?"

            “i am not coming to rob you... but i do need to borrow a bag of sugar, and i thought no one was home.”

[astralfms]

@dreamerfms // celeste's loft

"i feel like i haven't seen you in four years," she exclaimed, ushering noa into her living room where she'd laid out their girls night essentials. snacks, wine, cozy pillows and blankets, and america's next top model on the tv. realistically, it had been a few days max since she'd last seen her, but no one would be able to convince celeste that it didn't feel the same. "what have i missed out on in the life of noa ? i need everything, and don't spare the juicy details."

[heirofhermes]

@lcbcshcart liked this for a starter

"Mr. Reinhart?" Sebastián greeted, poking his head through the door with a cup of coffee in his hand. It wasn't every day that he visited the FBI, but it always seemed to be memorable... Perhaps today wouldn't be the exception.

"I'm Sebastián Atehortúa, the Skadden lawyer who first came across the russian mob involvement with our mayor... I was told to come find you."

[wildestdrcam]

"if you can try to take that stick out of your ass." preston retorted, the insult flowing out of his mouth easily. conversations like this were basically like second nature to them both at this point; there had once been a time when preston thought they brought out the best in each other, but that wasn't the case anymore. he takes a hearty sip of his rum and coke, then shrugs. "if i have to smile at you? maybe."

open to: m/f/nb plot: our muses broke up but are attending an event together bc they don’t want to tell people yet

“can you at least try to look like you’re enjoying yourself?” isabel snapped through the facade of a smile. maybe attending the event together hadn’t been the smartest of ideas. it had seemed like a good idea at first, if only to ward off awkward questions, but given that they were unable to stand the mere sight of each other it didn’t bode well for the rest of the evening. “i mean, would it kill you to smile?”