#his hair is. surprisingly not bad xD

[eldritch-alicedoll]

Diasomnia Boy gift s/o an evening gown to attend the NRC & RSA ball tgt Headcanon

Following from my dress sketch design if you haven’t seen it here . They are base from Glorious Masquerade & Playful land events. Basically a sequence I imagine while drawing the dresses XD I also want to mention that when it’s finish 🥺 you can draw it on your oc and even tweak a bit detail to fit your Yuu or OC. It’s meant to be share with everyone, not just my Yuu.

⚠️ Bad English……. I have no idea what is grammar . ��

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Imagine a ball between NRC and RSA happening maybe sometime after chapter 7. All students are invited but you are troubling since you have no dress to wear. And for the love of the great seven. Your beloved head master, Crowley just allowed you to join in your NRC uniform……….. great! So much for your kindness!!

Guess who will be the photographer and a background character on this event…..hahaha………

Well maybe you whine too much in front of the wishing well. Someone comes up with a plan. A plan that would make you believe in a fairytale once again!

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𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔰 🐉

You had to be blind to not suspect anything……

Lately Mal is a bit touchy. Not that he isn’t normally but this is different. Sometimes he holds your wrist while mumbles something while going on a night stroll. Sometimes he stares at you and gets lost in his thoughts. He even stands just in front of you and tries to lift you up once.

You are so confused and a bit embarrassed when he asks about your height so you call for support. The Diasomnia’s family counselor aka. Lilia Vanrouge. You went all the way to Diasomnia dorm without telling anyone and sneak in to see Lilia.

But

…….

…..

…………

Is he………….

Is he dancing with a dress just now??

Surprisingly you just witness your dragon boyfriend practicing a dance with a beautiful dress. He hummed ‘that song’ while spinning with the dress. What a beautiful princess gown with dark green silk. It looks so shiny and smooth, something that would delicately touch her skin while being held in that big palm. Imagine how soft that hand craft lace feels when on your chest. He did not spare any piece of jewellery from his procession. He keep bring in dazzling earrings and necklaces to test it with the gown. He would have use the heart of his collection to craft a piece of accessories for you if he doesn’t want to save it for something later in the year. You can see a magical golden thread and needle weaving delicate patterns on the skirt as he continues the dance. Every angle……Every turn………..Malleus is creating a masterpiece. He did it………..for you…….for his princess.

Your face is burning from the love of this dragon fae. Why does he have to put so much effort into it.

Oh no………now you a mess

You open the Pandora box too early and now you have to live with it while pretending not to know a thing until the day. You bit your lip as Mal smoothly tug a strain of hair behind your ears. You can now understand what he mumbles about……rose gold? Sunshine gold? May be one of his grandma’s jewellery set?? (Oh god no…….that’s tooo far for the first gown Mal lol)

Your heart beat so fast until the evening of the event. Malleus play cool by teasing you and being a nice partner who prepare a gift for you.

Boom! You are now in a matching dress. So those Raven feathers on the hip are supposed to match his shoulder then ah………..you are about to take off the veil since it looks like a bride. Before Malleus could turn grumpy…..Sebek yell and lecturing you about how talented Wakasama are! You human dare to question his sense of fashion? Outrageous! Just because he love you doesn’t mean you can ruin his days of afford to perfect this dress

Woops………tongue slip

Well it’s not like you never know anyway. Just pretend to be surprise so Sebek won’t get a lightning strike okay?

Bonus : she doesn’t want to point out that when she accidentally saw Malleus weaving that dress……. his tail wagging. It’s a secret she gonna take to her grave though

Bonus 2 : Lilia does notice that and brag about how adorable Malleus is. How Malleus has grown to fit in the society in front of the other dorm leader………..Oopsie

Bonus 3 : Malleus learn the hard way not to miss the meeting

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 🦇

Have you heard of the story of the fairy godmother in Cinderella? Well he won’t just roll out and sing bib bi di bub bi di bo and bang! A nice new dress for you. The old man planned while cuddling you in bed……in sofa…..in the gaming chair(?)

He pretends to be busy with something and hasn't listened to you. Even play dumb and say you look cute in the school uniform. Well it’s not totally a lie since he thinks it’s adorable. Why would he poke on your cheek and nibble your neck while you are in your uniform if it’s not because you are so cute to him.

The truth is, this old bat is as excited as you. He lived through the war time and never got a chance to enjoy a leisure party before. Well it’s just a joint event of 2 schools. It can't compare with how grand the royal ball of the Briar valley held a ball but this is the first time he is going to have his lover join him. He doesn’t have to be alert from enemies. Doesn’t have to command his subordinates to search all the parties involved in this event. Just lay back enjoy the day with you.

He had been trying to recreate that dress in his memories just for you. It was around……..hundred? Two hundred?? Year ago??? He walked past this girl on the street and was stunned by her attire. It’s an elegant dress with black velvet and green emerald. Soft flare neckline covered the black corset. Enough skin to show your radiant but not too much.

Well, He was allowed to give you some hickeys before the day of the ball. It got enough fabric to cover all his naughtiness. Wink*

However he was troubled with the skirt since he only remembered just part of it flowing past him. He argued if it’s short or long skirt. He was going back and forth and even tried to summon multiple dresses to compare them…….Then before the final day. He just uses his sense of style to bring it together. Of cause ! Who do you think he is, if not the cutest boy in NRC ? (Self proclaimed……)

He smiles so proudly with your flushed cheek as he teases you. As you put on a golden belt with a bat and thorn on. This is the perfect dress for you. His baby bat. He should had prepare a ring for this big day but well…….there are plenty time for that

Bonus : He pick a perfume for you today and as you dance with him on the floor. It’s totally Lilia’s scent///

This is very long………..more than I expected

I’ll continue Silver & Sebek in part 2 then 😂 sorry I’m so into it with my oshi! I’ll try pack in other dorm in one post! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!!

[chocolatespringonion]

Won't it be funny if we imagine characters from The Boys in a high school AU? Since I'm a Homelander x Hughie shipper I would write it Hughlander-centric (Is this really the name of our ship? XD)

I was thinking something along the lines of Homelander/John is the hottest jock in school, athletic, and quite smart too since he was homeschooled before. Surprisingly despite his history of being someone who attended homeschooling, he was socially adept. He would smile and even earned a place with the popular kids, he was even their leader.

As the number 1 in highschool, John definitely knew how to indulge, he dated all the cheerleaders and even slept with them but once the girls had their dreams of dating the most popular kid in school come true, they were treated like garbage the next day because John would lose interest in them immediately. This kind of behavior didn't even earn John a bad reputation, it was the rest of the school who ridiculed the girls who would claim the unfair treatment. In the student body's eyes, John could do no wrong.

Then one day there was a transfer student named Becca, she was beautiful and smart. She was the top of her class in her previous school and the teachers bet she would be too in Vought High.

John who had his eyes on her already calculated a plan on how to bed the brilliant transfer student. Oddly enough, everytime he tried to strike a conversation with her, a mop of messy brown hair would interrupt their conversation and take her away, it would be another day before John would see Becca again. He was angry, no, furious with how he's being cockblocked.

When he saw the familiar mop haired bastard by the lockers he slammed his hand hard on the lockers, surprising the poor kid. He couldn't help but to doubt his intimidating presence because the kid was clearly taller than John, "I noticed you've been hanging out around Becca lately." John tried to appear as friendly as he could, even with his insincere smile. "You see, I'm interested in Becca and really want to date her so can you stop lingering around her like a fly?"

The taller boy scoffed, "You only want to sleep with her then leave her like all the previous girls you dated. I've been watching the way you treated those poor girls and it's disgusting. I couldn't do anything back then but now I won't let you do the same to Becca. So, no, I wont. Becca deserves better."

It was the first time John met someone who challenged him directly as everyone else was too scared of him to do so. But this kid who glared at him with eyes of pure disgust sent shivers down his spine. He was used to dealing with obedient sheeps, it was the first time he dealt with a feisty one.

The kid pushed away John's arm and excused himself, "Keep your hands to yourself for once in your life."

John was left dumbfounded as he watched the boy walked away. After he regained his mind, he looked at the bystander who watched the whole thing and asked, "Who the fuck was that guy?"

The bystander, intimidated by John yelled out, "T-That's H-Hughie Campbell. P-Please don't hurt me..." He ran away.

John muttered the name with his lips. Hughie Campbell. He noticed the kid sometimes, odd one among the bunch, quiet, probably sits in the loser's table.

A glimpse of Hughie's disgusted eye appeared in John's mind. The boy really intrigued him.

"I can't wait to wipe that expression off his face."

The imagine of Hughie's distorted expression, hatred combined with powerlessness as John put him in his place itched in his heart.

But how will he do it?

In the end:

John : You bastard, who gave you permission to talk to that no-name bitch? *menacingly*

Hughie: Wha–?

John : He's mine. Get your hands off. *glares at Robin*

Hughie : Since when am I yours?

John : Since you riled me up and left me blue-balled every chance you get.

John : *cornering Hughie* Now you need to take responsibility.

[marmie-noir]

The Gang goes to a Gala

Gif credit: @stannyramirez (also reblogged, they are doing the ENTIRE second season so far as gifs and OH MY GAWD. Also shoutout to @little-earthquakes-rp for making sure I saw this amazing creator)

Warnings: Bad editing, the usual. I had a specific picture of a dress for Sunny but you can imagine whatever you want. Linking it feels very Wattpad XD.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating signaling I had a call. I put down the washcloth, swiping to answer when I saw it was Mitch. “Hey handsome.” “Hey Sunshine.” He sounded good, even over the phone, and I couldn’t help but smile as I finished wiping the table off before moving to the next one, free hand holding my phone. “You busy?” “Well you are my boss, I suppose that is a question for you. Am I busy?” I teased, slipping behind the bar to dunk the washrag in the sanitizer, drying my hands off. 

Mitch laughed, that rumble that had me preening, smiling like a fool behind the bar as I glanced around, glancing at the few tables that were in for some midday gambling and some food. Certainly wasn’t busy and really I was just filling my time knowing that Mitch was busy today. “I suppose not. Tell you what,” He started, background sounds making me wonder what he was up to. “Why don’t you grab Ann and go out? You need a dress.” “A dress?” “Mhm. A nice one. A gala dress.” I let out a laugh this time. “Mitch Keller, why on earth would I need a gala dress?” 

“Well, darlin’, cause we are going to a gala tonight.” 

That had me leaning on the bar, glancing around to make sure no one was lingering around. The bar was fairly empty except an older man near the end, a table off to the side had a couple, and the casino had a few stragglers as well but they were being taken care of by the casino staff Dwight and Mitch had hired. “Forgive me, but I must have misheard you. Didn’t Dwight just get arrested? And we are going to a gala? For what?” 

Mitch made that amused sound, the one that I knew vibrated from his chest like a hum when I did something he found either funny or cute. “That is right, and he just got out. And was invited to a gala. So stop asking so many questions and let me get dressed up with my girl.” I contemplated for a moment. The idea of dressing up with Mitch, sipping on expensive drinks and spending some time with our friends. After the night we had last night I wouldn’t mind relaxing a bit. “I’d need Ann’s help.” “Naturally.” 

“Is there a theme?” “No idea.” That had a small laugh bubbling past my lips because of course he didn’t know, he just was excited to go. “Alright. Fine. I’m convinced. Will I see you beforehand?” “Ah, no. I’ve got some things to do before the party, but I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds good, handsome. See you tonight.” 

I had been picked up by Dwight and Michael, who I was still refusing to call Bigfoot. Yes, he was a mountain of a man, but he was also Mitch’s cousin and Bigfoot just sounded ridiculous. I didn’t plan to vocalize it, I’d just smile and nod if he told others to call him that, but he was practically my family in a way and Michael wasn’t a bad name. He was also surprisingly sweet and considerate, especially after we parked and he left the driver’s seat to open the back door and offer an arm for support. 

I accepted the help happily, not wanting to flash anyone getting out of the vehicle in a dress, as well as have a moment to steady myself in heels. I wasn’t horrible in them, but I didn’t wear them often so it took me a moment to adjust. The dress I picked out was pretty and I liked it more than I thought I would. I had gone to a few different stores with Ann trying to find something to wear and we’d settled on this black dress, the style a classic black dress but with a thigh slit and only one arm. It left my other shoulder and arm bare and the thigh slit showed a bit of skin without being scandalous or get in the way of walking like a few of the other dresses had. Ann had twisted my hair into an updo, leaving my collarbone and back exposed, a few bits of simple jewelry on my skin but nothing too flashy. I didn’t really have much in terms of jewelry beyond a pair of diamond earrings from my grandmother and a necklace Mitch had gotten me a few months ago as a surprise. 

“So, what is this gala for anyway?” I asked, smoothing my skirt before slipping my hand into Michael’s offered arm and looking to where Dwight had walked around the front of the car, lighting up a cigar and waiting for us. We began to move down the driveway, oddly away from the house before I saw a familiar van. So everyone else was outside still, probably waiting for Dwight. “No idea.” He said with a small half shrug, unbothered. “Just enjoy yourself tonight, Sunny. Have a few drinks, dance a little. I heard you pulled it together after I got carted away. You deserve a little fun, don’t you think?” 

I let out a small sigh through my nose but didn’t say anything, my heels clicking against the asphalt of the driveway as we drew closer to the van. I was busy glancing down at my dress to make sure that it was sitting correctly and hadn’t shifted on the drive over, I didn’t even notice someone had rushed up to us. Arms wrapped me up in a hug and a familiar cologne filled my nose, making me let out a small laugh and release Michael’s arm to wrap my own around Tyson. “You look money, lady.” He said, pulling back to grin at me. Before I could return the compliment he leaned in slightly, tone dropping. “Tell him he looks good, he’s been preening all afternoon, stressin’ about what you are going to say.” 

My brows knit together in confusion but he simply gave me another smile and stepped aside. Mitch was there, not so patiently waiting for Tyson to move so he could take the space, hands immediately on my hips. “Look. At. You.” He breathed out, bright blue eyes sliding up and down my form, not yet pulling me into a hug so he could look his fill. I rested my hands on his biceps, busy taking him in too. And damn if he didn’t look far too good, all dressed up in a black suit with a red patterned undershirt, the top few buttons undone to show a little chest and his necklace. But the most prominent change was his hair. “Look at me? Look at you!” I said with a grin, reaching up to slide my fingers through his hair. It looked good, the sides cut short and the top left longer, fluffed up and styled in a way that looked effortless but I knew couldn’t be. Mitch hesitated, clearly having forgotten his own appearance upon seeing me. It was cute, and I couldn’t deny it made me a little proud I could still distract the man. “Do you like it?” While he didn’t sound unsure exactly I knew Mitch enough to understand he was genuinely a little worried about my opinion on the change to his appearance. That had my chest warming up a little bit, the fuzzy feeling of raw adoration for this man softening my expression. “Yeah, baby. It looks good, you look really good. That suit too.” I told him, reaching out to adjust his jacket. My fingers slid under the blazer for a moment, feeling the expensive fabric of his shirt and the warmth of his skin underneath. “Makes me wanna ditch this party and drag you home.” That had Mitch lighting up, pulling me closer by my hips, his head ducking to look down at me. “Well we should stay for a drink. It’s only polite.” He teased. He leaned in, lips brushing mine gently enough, mindful of my make up, before someone cleared their throat. He pulled back and I grinned, leaning around him to spot the others leaning against the van, clearly not in the most patient mood. “Aw, Bohdie! Don’t be jealous, you look very nice.” I teased as Mitch shifted, moving to stand beside me with an arm around my middle. “Yeah yeah, can we go inside?” The grumpy tech guru muttered, looking away with an almost pouty expression. 

“Armand isn’t even here yet. Oh, Fred, you look good too!” I complimented the other man, earning a smile and a little nod of his head as he stood a little taller, straightening his jacket. Really all of them looked good, it wasn’t empty compliments to friends. We all cleaned up pretty good. “Speaking of, where is-” The crunch of a bumper had me jumping slightly, Mitch’s hand on my hip giving me a small reassuring squeeze as we all looked over to see an obviously intoxicated Armand stumble out of the offending vehicle, having rear-ended a parked car. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I whispered, not believing this. I knew he was going through some things but to show up drunk, here of all places? Mitch didn’t comment but just gave my hip another small squeeze, watching on as Dwight stepped forward to smooth out the issue with the valet. 

“Alright.” Dwight said, clapping his hands, smoking cigar bobbing between his lips. “I need you all to be on good behavior. There are a lot of high-level people with high-level money here tonight. I’m gonna work on meeting Thresher, you all rub some elbows and be polite to anyone who looks interesting.” “Who the fuck is Thresher?” Tyson asked. I’d never heard of the name before so I was curious too. “Thresher is who we wanna be. He runs the oil business, and he is the largest weed distributor in Oklahoma.” Dwight answered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “That is one guy we want to be friends with. Now let’s go.” It prompted Bohdie, Tyson, and Fred to push off the side of the van. 

We all walked up the long drive, my hand resting on the crook of Mitch’s elbow, a little in awe at the sprawling estate. The house was huge, the lights nearly twinkling, and I couldn't imagine having so much space. The inside of the home was just as opulent as the outside. Staff wove between dolled up women and cleaned up men with trays of food and fresh drinks. 

I was instantly relieved to see I wasn't over dressed, relaxing a little more as the group of us hesitated in the entryway. Not that I particularly wanted to come to more of these things but it didn't feel bad getting all done up and having the arm of my mighty fine looking man. He had the top buttons of his shirt undone, hand sliding through his hair as if still getting used to it. 

“It looks good, hot stuff.” I reassured with a smile, leaning into his side. He smiled back at me, relaxing a bit more, arm moving around my middle to keep me pressed close in the bustling gala. 

“Alright,” Dwight spoke, turning to face us. “Go have some drinks and food. Have fun.” He ordered, waving us off. 

I was all too happy to have Mitch lead us away from the entrance with Bohdie trailing behind, the three of us intent on finding a few drinks. I ended up with a delicate flute of champagne, sipping on the bubbly as I glanced around the home. Things like this just seemed so old money, familiar people and families rubbing elbows, not used to newcomers. We had gotten some appraising looks but no one had approached yet. 

“Would you ever want to live in a house like this?” Mitch asked, still at my side as he sipped his drink. 

I hummed, thinking it over with another sip of my sweet drink. “I don't think so. It feels like… like too much. Too much house to a few people. It would get lonely.” I liked that I could smell when Mitch put the coffee on, hear pops yelling at the game in the living room, the taps of Scruff’s nails on the tile. All those things made the house a home, and if our space was too large I think I would get lost in the halls. 

“How did Dwight even hear about this?” I asked the men. 

“The lady that boards Dwight’s horse. She is apparently some bigshot in the charity world.” 

Bohdie made an amused sound into his glass. “That is putting it lightly. She has deep pockets, knows a lot of important people.” His voice was low, eyes scanning over the crowds of the rich and wealthy. “Lot of people like that here. Important people with a lot of money.” 

I wasn't surprised Bohdi knew, I knew he was really into tech so I assumed he went electronically snooping. A lot of that was over my head but I was curious if he has looked into all of us. And if so, what he has found. 

“So what I am hearing is that these are not our kind of people.” Mitch commented lowly, his hand flexing on my hip, his other still holding his drink. Bohdie hummed confirmation and I rolled my shoulders to try and dispel some of the tension, unsure what to do. 

“How is the new shop coming along? Grace told me the space is amazing.” I changed the subject, looking back at Bohdie. I hadn't had a chance to stop by and look into it but Grace and I kept in contact. I kind of wish she was here right now, wanting a little more girl power on our side. 

“Good, it is good. Fairly central so we should see an uptick in foot traffic. I actually was wondering if you would be free to swing by, Grace mentioned wanting your opinion on somethings.” 

“Only if there is more of that apricot jam.” Mitch cut in with a grin, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my gown at my hip. I felt my cheeks heat up, glancing away with a sip of my drink. The last time I had that jam had been on the back porch and it had lead to a bit more than a simple bedtime snack. 

Mitch’s chest rumbled in a low chuckle at seeing my reaction. Before he could tease me Tyson came back to us, an odd look on his face. 

“What?” I asked, brow quirking. 

“They are serving pidgeon.” 

“Okay?” I said, confused. Rich people seemed to enjoy eating small birds so that didn't sound so weird. 

“And cicada.” 

“Like… locusts?” I clarified, concerned now. 

“Uh- yeah.” Tyson said, thankful that I was finally on his side of rich people, weird food. 

“I gotta see this.” I said, releasing Mitch. Tyson shrugged, offering me his arm to be polite, and I accepted it with a little wave to Mitch as our friend led me further into the party. We wove through little clusters of guests, all the glitz and glamor distracting. 

“Bohdie said big money was here. You think Dwight is trying to expand more?” I asked, voice low. Tyson might know something I didn't as his driver after all. 

“Not sure, nothing concrete. But you know how the boss is, always a plan.” 

That is what I was afraid of. Men like Dwight were capable of amazing things, but enough was never enough. He wasn't even my boss. Mitch was, and Mitch was his partner and the underboss. Not that I really knew what that was but Dwight had been sure to communicate that so it must be important. 

I didn't vocalize my worry. Tyson worshiped the ground the older man walked on. I had faith in Dwight myself but not the blind faith these men seemed to put in him. 

The pidgeons were easy to spot, the cicadas less so. I glanced at the large table laden with food, eyes lingering at the pile of brownish goo in a beautiful crystal dish. “No.” I whispered, looking up at Tyson. 

“Yep.” He answered, the two of us skillfully avoiding the eye contact of the server. We peeled away from the table, stepping into a side room. I went to take another sip of my drink but found it empty, frowning at it. “I will get you another one, hang here.” Tyson said, smiling at my expression and leaving me at the small table. 

I busied myself, hands smoothing down my dress to ensure it was still sitting correctly. It fit perfectly but I was a little anxious, not wanting it to shift and make me look foolish in such a public place. 

“You look stunning.” A voice interrupted my subtle hands and I glanced over, the voice unfamiliar. A tall, handsome man stood there in a dark blue suit, one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around a crystal tumbler of booze. He has blonde hair, more dirty blonde, falling slightly across his forehead, eyes so dark blue they were almost black in the low lighting of the party. 

“Oh, thank you.” I said politely, smiling at the stranger. 

He held a hand out, drink set down at my table. “Aiden. I don't believe I have seen you at one of these events before?” 

“Sunny.” I greeted back, giving his hand a small shake. “And that would make sense, it is my first.” 

“Well you fit right in.” He said, grin going up a mega-watt, the toothpaste commercial perfect smile I was sure won him lots of hearts. I gave a small nod in thanks, not wanting to stir up problems by being rude. “Are you part of a corporation or here independently?” 

What a good question. “Oh, I was invited by a friend.” I said, unsure what the correct answer was exactly. Something about this man had me a little on edge, like being near a dog you were sure was friendly. He was handsome, charming, but that didn't mean he was safe. 

“A friend? Who are they, maybe I know them?” He asked, voice dropping an octave as he leaned in. 

Tyson appeared at my side then and I felt relief, flashing him a smile. “Tyson, just in time. This is Aiden.” I introduced. 

Tyson looked at the other man, handing me my drink with a small nod, hand extended. They shook hands, Aiden’s smile dimming a bit with the company. 

“Anyway, we should probably get back to our group. It was so nice meeting you Aiden.” I said, slapping on my charming smile. I leaned in, free hand hugging him quickly before pulling back and taking Tyson’s arm. 

He seemed surprised at the touch but not off put by it, one hand settling on my lower back a moment before righting himself with a small nod. “You as well. Hope to see you at the next event.” 

“We’ll see. Take care.” I said, squeezing Tyson’s arm as he got the hint and led me away. He seemed a bit stiff but I didn't comment on it, pulling him around the corner and out of sight. I didn't say anything until we found a private little nook. 

When we stopped I set down my drink on the ledge, producing a dark leather wallet. “Thank god.” Tyson sighed in relief, shoulders slumping slightly. “You scared me there Sunny.” 

I raised a brow in question, opening the wallet and snooping in the contents. “Did you think I was getting fresh with a rich stranger?” I teased, lips curling into a little amused smile. I pulled my phone out, snapping a few pictures of his ID, as well as a few scribbled notes tucked away next to the crisp hundreds. 

“I had no idea you were pulling a James Bond, I was terrified I would have to tell Mitch you were getting fresh with another guy.” 

I glanced up from the ID of one Aiden Michael Thresher, meeting Tyson’s dark eyes. “You would tattle on me?” I questioned. I had no intention of cheating on Mitch but hadn't thought about how others would react if I did, the interpersonal loyalty between us all a bit convoluted. “Not very bestie of you, Ty.” 

“Hey now, don't do me like that.” He said, hand pressing to his chest. He looked almost as though he was pouting, adjusting his jacket next. “I would tell you if I thought Mitch wasn't acting right.” 

“Even though he is an underboss?” I asked quietly. I dropped the wallet, giving it a little kick with the heel of my toe. It slid easily across the floor, stopping near a table. I smoothed a hand over my hair before grabbing my drink, reaching to take Tysons arm again. 

He offered it willingly, looking down at me with a stubborn set to his brow. “You my ride or die, Sunny. Can't forget that.” I hummed, giving his arm a little squeeze with a smile. After the shoot out we were a lot closer and I wasn't going to forget that either. “What you do that for anyway?” 

“He just- he felt weird. I want Bohdie to look into him. And his last name is Thresher, think it is the one Dwight was talking about?” 

“No idea.” Tyson admitted, leading me back to Mitch and Bohdie. 

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[sharp-silver4795]

Hello!! So I’m pretty sure you haven’t answered a question like this,, (I haven’t read that much of thine content .I’m sorry😔) so I’m just gonna ask

The goggle boys (Cody & Toby)(& yes I’d rather pull my own hair out than type ‘bois’ just seeing the word fills me with a kind of rage ) have more in common than their name; they both have incredibly, vastly different to each individual person, although it is much more common to see for Toby..😅

So uhh could you share with us their personalities in your au/headcanon please

🙏

Toby + Cody Personality HCs

Omg! Ofc! I haven’t gotten a lot of asks, and I don’t have many actual posts- most of them are reblogs XD

And uhhh sorry to break this to you, but I say “boi(s)” all the time 😅

I don’t think I need any warnings here-

Sorry if this isn’t great lol I suck at personalities

Cody

A cocky little shit, but not in a completely bad way-

He more just likes to humble people.

He’s a field proxy and tends to go out in more missions than the high proxy himself (Toby).

He has enough experience to make people look stupid, and he loves doing it just to have those embarrassing and awkward moments (for them).

If you’re on his good side, he’s a big goof.

His sense of humor doesn’t make any sense and that’s why it’s funny

He isn’t too short-fused, but if you push him too much get ready for the biggest verbal beat down of your life.

He’s really smart, ofc.

He is good at manipulating people. Whether he uses it for good or evil is up to him. He really doesn’t do it often tbh

He got the name X Virus from the first concoction he made that he called “Virus X.” It would late be called “the changing death” due to how it changes based on how people react to it and how it is administered.

He thinks he’s slick, but he never is- he’s clumsy as hell.

He’s really easy to get along with, but not in a boring way.

He’s an ok listener… he’s a little scatterbrained at times, but if you catch him on a good day or really drill to him that it’s serious he will give you his undivided attention.

Bud is a gentleman. Whether the other person is a man, woman, or anything in between he drinks all the respect juice.

Despite his charm and humor, he is socially awkward. He can’t talk to new people without making himself look like a whole entire fool.

Man likes to try to be an edge lord but will cry if he actually offends you

He is secretly a sweet summer child…

Toby

He is the happy medium between knowing what he’s capable of and humble at the same time.

Toby is surprisingly serious. His humor is either really fucking hilarious or just dry as hell.

He just isn’t good at making jokes verbally.

But he is good at making jokes when it requires action.

For example, he was practicing accuracy and precision with Kat (Kat uses a gun and he uses an axe- duh). Kat got full bullseye. Toby’s response was to hit the tip of the axe blade in the exact place that the bullet hit. He then comically bowed to him.

It was a good laugh for everyone. No one’s feelings were hurt.

He can’t read the room very well, so he has friends do it for him (namely Jeff and Clockwork) and explain it in simple words.

Before I say anything else, I do this IRL with my friends bc I can’t read the room. I don’t see this as calling Toby stupid or infantilizing him at all. This is something that I feel he would do just cuz… head cannons 🤷

Ok, back to head cannons-

He is chronically sleep deprived.

He’s a great listener. If you need to vent, he’s the perfect person to go to. (This is the main reason him and Cody are so close)

He takes shit from no one

While he’s on the job, he seems very cold and rude at times, but he just takes his job kinda seriously.

He is the kind of person that starts something, leaves it on the desk or smthn, and never comes back to finish it and then randomly in the day with just be like: “OH SHIT-”

Sorry if it’s not great, when ppl ask me for personality shit I’m always confused as to what to fucking say. Anyway-

Hope this was ok!!! Have a good day/night/whatever the fuck it is for you! 💜

[mrsbluehands]

The creeps and their ice cream!

Headcanon (x reader)

Creepypasta

Silly Headcanon I had in mind. Who doesn't like ice-cream? (No offense if you don't XD)

Tw: none

Pronouns: Gn

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Jeff the killer: He's a classic. Chocolate. Or well anything with chocolate. He's a little shameful about it since it reminds him of his childhood when he and Liu would run after the ice-cream truck to get their sweet treats. You can ask to share, but not sure he'll ever give up on his ice-cream.

Eyeless Jack: He can't have ice-cream (it's a monster thing), but I'm pretty sure that if he could he would be as simple as vanilla. He likes the smell of it when you eat yours. Would of course buy you one every time he goes out. He finds it funny when you get some on your nose and cheeks.

BEN drowned: Bubble gum. He's still a child at heart and this colourful ice-cream is making him nostalgic. Please give him one and cheer him up. He'll soon associate his favourite ice-cream with the quality time he can spend with you.

Masky: Mint and chocolate. It's taste is fresh and a little bitter. It reminds him of the cold air of the forest in winter and his long walks with you on his rare days off. He's not a fan of sweetness, but loves the bitterness of the dark chocolate. Will always buy you one too so you can enjoy the moment with him.

Hoodie: Caramel syrup (no. Not because of the colour of his hoodie) with vanilla ice-cream. He likes when the caramel is hot and melts the cold ice cream under. He can eat his ice-cream all year long, this man is never cold. He surprisingly has a sweet tooth, but you're the only one who's aloud to know. If you eat it in the winter, he's wrap his arms around you so you don't get too cold while eating your cold dessert.

Ticci Toby: He's also a chocolate lover but especially chocolate chips. Just a fan of sweet things (unlike Masky). It makes him forget how life is hard sometimes. Will totally feed it to you, but you are both laughing as he gets some everywhere on you face, but on your tongue. At the end you'll both end up with ice-cream in your hair, nose and on your face, but it's a moment you both cherish.

Liu Woods: Vanilla, but he likes when there's a special flavour on the menu too! Doesn't like to take decisions so he always took the same flavour when he went to the ice-cream truck with his brother. When you two eat ice-cream, he asks you to pick something to add on top of the treat. Will trust you blindly, so please don't play with him (Like that time when you convinced him that pickles were good with vanilla, he did accept your apology though).

Jane the killer: (For the aesthetic) Black vanilla. She just loves to colour and the natural scent of vanilla. Nothing to do with the artificial one! If you buy one for her, she'll probably just look at it and won't take a bite because of how pretty it looks. Nothing compares to you though no worries!

Bloody painter: The king of aesthetic, he loves red ice-cream whether it's cherry, raspberry, blueberry... anything as long as it's red he like it. Not much of a sweet tooth, but like the taste of fruits a lot. He might even try to paint with it (spoiler: it won't work). His favourite way to enjoy his treat is with you. If you squint you will probably be able to witness one of his rare smiles as he shyly reaches for you hand.

Clockwork: Any flavour. She is the type to go for the weird limited one that changes once a week even if it sounds disgusting. She's a dangerous woman, what can I say. For that reason, you probably won't be sharing (unless it's really terrible, then you feel bad seeing her face each time she takes a lick). Will also put some on your nose just to have the excuse to lick it off. She thinks you are adorable when you blush.<3

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Seems like I had inspiration for that one! Hope you enjoyed!

[missing-sock-misto]

2, 6, 15, 17, 22, and 25 for tuggofelees? I love your hcs for them

Hi thank you for the ask!

(And thank you so much, glad your enjoying them!)

2-Big spoon/Little spoon?

[Checks art portfolio]… yeah I clearly have no opinion on this XD

(More art here: Missing-sock-art)

But in seriousness!

Big spoon: Tugger

Little Spoon: Misto

There’s a lot of reasons; it’s more comfortable, Misto runs cold, so it’s cozier being the little spoon. But he also feels incredibly safe in Tugger’s arms, hidden away from the world. It’s also reassuring to be held like he’s precious, and like he isn’t dangerous.

For Tugger’s part, he is very protective of Misto, and being the big spoon helps him feel like he’s shielding Misto from the world. But he also doesn’t like being confined or restrained while sleeping, so he prefers being the big spoon.

In CATS as cats, I do headcanon that Misto alternates between using Tugger as a heated bed and sleeping under him with basically only a black tail and maybe a nose sticking out XD

6-What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Misto: [looks at Tugger’s pants for a long moment.]

Misto: [Looks back at asker.] His laugh 😐

Tugger [grinning]: He’s got a GREAT ass

Misto does love Tugger’s laugh the most. When he first met Tugger, he was annoyed by his cocky attitude and self-centeredness. But when he laughed, like, properly laughed, it made him seem so warm and friendly and… jubilant. It was the first redeeming quality Misto decided he had.

Tugger Loves Misto’s magic. As Misto got more comfortable with it and with Tugger, he stopped controlling it so heavily. Now, his hair has a dusting of sparkles that shift and dance to reflect Misto’s mood. Tugger will entertain himself by trying to see how he can change Misto’s sparks by saying something flirty or funny. It also makes him happy to see how much more comfortable he’s gotten with his magic since they had first met.

15-Who wakes up first?

It changes. Both of them are night owls, neither of them going to bed before midnight or waking up before 9.

Tugger’s sleep schedule tends to be more erratic, sometimes staying up all night because partying/clubbing/hyperfixation, so then he’ll sleep until noon. But other times he wakes up relatively early because he’s excited about something, a concert, a trip, an event, etc.

Misto tends to be more consistent (he has his routines, his routines are important). He tends to go to sleep and wake up around the same times, though he’ll sometimes sleep longer if he exerted himself too much (magic, dancing, excitement, sensory overstimulation) etc. In more human aus, he loves Tugger’s concerts, but he will sleep 12-14 hours afterwards.

17-Who says I love you first?

Tugger. He falls in love first and realizes it first too, which sets off a crisis of identity for him. While he never identified as fully aromantic, arospec is a good description for him. But he’s also used to getting fixated on a person, but after sleeping with them, poof, feelings gone.

But sleeping with Misto when he’s using his magic- boy. Changes something in his brain chemistry.

He goes cold on Misto after he realizes, desperate for the feelings to go away. Which makes Misto feel like shit, honestly. But he can’t stay away for long, and comes back, though he tries to convince himself this is just a fling.

As for Misto, he is mortified when he realizes he’s fallen in love. Sleeping with the tom was bad enough, but FEELINGS?? Really?? But over the time they spent hooking up, he’s gotten to see the more authentic Tugger. He’s still cocky and irreverent and swaggering, but he’s also kind and mischievous and surprisingly clever. He trusts him. After the shock of realizing exactly what the warm-and-fuzzy feeling he gets when looking at Tugger wears off, he’s sad. He knows Tugger doesn’t feel the same way about him, knows he never will. So he carries on, compartmentalizing the relationship as purely physical, as a secret affair that can never become anything more.

When Tugger tells him he loves him, he is flabbergasted.

22-Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Misto is an okay cook but he needs a recipe, and NEEDS to follow it to a T. (This actually makes him a pretty good baker, if a slow one). If there is something wrong with the recipe, he will not catch it.

Tugger has the uncanny ability to throw a bunch of Stuff in a pan and make a phenomenal dish. King of pastas and stir-frys. But he is allergic to recipes. If he’s trying something new, he Might skim a recipe, but he Will change it depending on his mood. He is a terrible baker because he doesn’t care about any of the steps or ingredients or ratios.

Tugger mostly takes care of cooking, with Misto preferring to chop veggies and clean afterwards. However, baking is Misto’s domain. He WILL kick Tugger out if the kitchen, because his spontaneous “Vibes” style stresses him out so much.

25-Who needs more assurance? Answered here!

Bonus to make up for it:

24-Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Tugger XD

It’s not his fault Misto is so entertaining to fluster.

Thank you for the asks! They were good questions! 😁

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you, too, are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.

[rosetintedgunman]

Oh! You Must be New.

Not that that's a bad thing, mind you. Everyone is new at some point. Even me! But it can be a bit of a problem when you find a blog that's been around in some capacity since 2018. There's a lot of gaps to fill in, and hopefully this post will help be a starting point.

While this is a Wilford rp and ask blog, no matter how busy or quiet it may be, it has been around for a long time. M.otherloving came out about a month or two after the blog was set up, and the accuracy of what I was writing meant this blog was on the right track - I was the only person in my circle at the time who didn't need to either make major headcanon changes or opt to abandon canon and go divergent. With every appearance, there's been no major tweaks that have been required to adjust the portrayal. To toot my own horn, it's been fairly spot on.

Between that and natural character development, this can mean that the blog could be a little... 'inaccurate' to expectations, and can cause a lot of confusion for those who aren't 'in the know'. So! Consider this a 101 on the character without needing to trawl through the gauntlet of a two-part bio (the second part isn't even finished yet....)

In brief, I kindly ask that you leave expectations of a reckless madman who fully personifies the "LOL XD RANDUM" and has no clue about anything going on at the door, please. If you want to compare him to a canon appearance, look more toward M.otherloving or Space.

For a lot more info to help get you started, read on.

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While this Wilf (also known as 'Rose' when interacting with variants) is still eccentric and kooky, he is more grounded in nature. Chances to interact with others and maintain a somewhat normal sense of time flowing in the correct manner have started to help him feel more connected. Not only that, he's starting to get glimpses of his original life as William, and a later life of Wilson Jackson Bartholomew (or just 'Jack'). The latter I haven't gone into much detail yet in general, so don't worry about that. If you see him getting glimpses of these memories, he doesn't go into hysterics. That's important.

He is six foot three, and heavy built. The evidence of his past life as a soldier is there in his broad shoulders, a barrel chest and strong arms, as well as how he can hold himself. However, he's got a proper tubby belly, and this softness almost counteracts the threat of the almost unnatural strength that lies within. His moustache is either pure pink or black with pink tips depending on the day. He's got a curly mop of black hair that has a slight red-pink tint when the light shines on it just right. The only genuine traces of pink in his hair can be found in his fringe, which curls over his right eye. There's usually faint stubble across his jawline, and he flat-out refuses to wear glasses (he'll say it's because he doesn't want anyone missing out on his 'cute chocolate eyes'. Don't believe him. He just doesn't like them and won't humour the idea of contacts). Despite this, he's still athletic, and can move surprisingly fast if you aren't prepared.

He's still a reporter, though these days he's taken a bit of a back seat. His work in the studio is helping the Jims and others who are making their presence known on camera. When he does interview, that reckless, gun-wielding side comes out in full force... But it's more akin to an act than anything truthful to who he is.

Instead, his priority is the Moonlight Roller. It's the reclaimed disco setting of M.otherloving that was redecorated and given a whole new lease of life. I go into a LOT more detail here, but in brief: it is a roller rink, amusement arcade, diner, and bar that is located both in a real location and in between the worlds and stories. If a character needs a break, they'll find a door to the Roller.

Personality-wise, Wilf is still eccentric, but it's closer to a 'weird uncle' mixed with a cartoon character. He's normally upbeat and childish, though he does have his more serious moments. He'll still take time to voice whatever odd thought crosses his mind on the dash, or go directly to another blog if he wants an answer or opinion on something. And to my surprise, he's even tried to be the stereotypical 'bartender who listens to others' woes'. I never thought that would happen! How did that happen?? He used to be notorious for putting his foot in his mouth!

As for his abilities? He's got the abilities to lift things in and out of pocket dimensions. He always has a weapon on his person, even if there's little reason for it these days. He can blink out of existence or disappear if eyes are off him, and use doors as a way to teleport/take shortcuts. This can sometimes land him in different timelines or eras, not that he minds. He's got impeccable aim, and he usually only misses if he chooses to. That's not mentioning his ability to use any weapon after a brief examination with startlingly good skill.

By the way. You can kill him, but he won't stay dead. He'll come back to pester you about it in a few days.

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This blog also has William, but I don't need to talk about any potential differences. What you saw in WKM is what you get, essentially. His height was rather unusual for his time, and he absolutely used this to his advantage to add to the intimidation factor. He was a loyal friend, but also not the nicest person to be friends with. And if he didn't know you? Good luck!

Sometimes, you may see someone called Liam. This is a 'what-if' timeline where Celine never arrived, resulting in William's death and him taking the role of 'the villain'. Despite the 'what-if', this was actually the intended plan, where William would die, and everyone else would leave, alive and safe. This goes into more detail about that. In brief, his main distinguishing factor is his paralysed left arm as a result of the fatal injury he received during the gun confrontation with the Detective.

[bane-huntress]

Yu Yu Hakusho – Live action

Okay… I liked it… was there problems? Yes, but it was done by people who loved the anime/manga and have for years! And we know how rare that is!

So watch it if you have seen the anime, or see it if you haven’t, then go watch the anime!

So… Spoiler? YES!

This is also writen by an insane woman! enjoy!

Ok. So the LA (Live Action) covered 2 main arks of the anime, 1st and the 3rd, it does miss out one of my fave arks of the anime, but that’s fine, they really did a good job of melding them together. But it does mean we don’t get to see Hiei go green and get eyes, or Kurama stepping in and getting stabbed >_<.

Yusuke: I liked his char, but he never stops being ‘moody teen’ and his neck must have hurt from being stuck out all day, I think he breaks a smile once, which is a shame for such a sassy funny character.

Kuwabara: At least they found a tall guy, and he did a really good job, he was funny, and even though he’s not my fav chara, I actually liked him in this LA. Especially when he was left to fight to save Keiko & Yukina.

Kurama: (aka Shuichi) Now, I do love this ancient fox. He was fine in this LA, he was meant to be almost emotionless, which he was. Though I didn’t like the bit where he used the mirror, it didn’t need the graphics, it’s an emotional moment, where Yusuke is also giving his life to save Kurama’s mother, and it’s a HUGE bonding moment between them that never really happened, but also, the mirror never said he was letting them off the sacrifice, it was just kinda ignored >_<.

Hiei: he wasn’t short enough, and even though all the wigs were gods awful, there was no white blaze in his hair. We also didn’t see him go all green and covered in eyes, so we missed out on learning more about his personality. He was just moody and quiet, though his fight is good, and he has a couple of good lines, other than that? You can forget he’s there :S which is strange for the guy’s who’s the 2nd favourit.

Yoko Kurama; Oh… ohhh… tehe. We will forget the tail, it was a little too accurate, BUT… oh how lovely he was! His fight was watched a few times. And they plans were lovely and accurate! Even though we shouldn’t be seeing him come out in that arch, we can forgive him coming out without help XD.

Keiko : She’s fine, just like the anime, they didn’t make her a soft weakling, she sticks up for herself when she needs to!

Yukina: /sigh… pathetic, sure her anime self is a little weak, but she’s more naïve that pathetic… also… some people really shouldn’t get lip filler, poor actress.

Botan: She’s not tall enough, but she they do keep her sister personality to the boys and Yusuke, which I liked… but no broom! >_<

Koenma (Enma Jr): It was a shame they couldn’t afford the CG to make him a baby XD.. but they got his adult form down, so I’ll let it off… BUT… I missed George >_<

Genkai : Just like in the anime, she’s also one of my favourite chara! She’s so old and cranky, and they did a great job in the LA of finding a woman who could pull it off! shame she wasn’t in it more >_<

The rest of the bad guys were also surprisingly accurate and true to the original material, like older Taguro, the GD budget also went on him, even if he looked like Robert Carlyle half the time.

Conclusion?: I enjoyed it! It was fun, it stuck to what it used of the original works. Apart from the 1st true fight, the fight scenes were fun and engaging. So I have no idea what it would be like to watch for people who’s never seen YYH, but if it gets even a few people watching the anime and loving it, that’s good enough for me ^_^

(PS: ATM in the UK, it’s streaming on ‘Crunchyroll’ I know it’s on their site, not so sure about it being there through amazon prime.)

Thanks for reading! ^_^

[puckingdisaster]

For the WIP list: Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand👀

This is probably the one with the rarest rarepair I have xD because I basically saw two dudes from two different hockey teams, pushed them together in my mind and said "now kiss". And it's very enemies turned to very emotionally sad one night stand turned to teammates xD

Gotta give you the hair braiding part as a snippet because the hair braiding part is my favorite part so far

As Mitch disappeared, Shawn turned around nervously, feeling strangely vulnerable. He waited until Mitch came back from the bathroom, dropping down onto the couch behind him with a thud. Shawn suppressed the urge to flinch away as Mitch gently grasped all of his hair and pulled it over Shawn's shoulders so he could brush it better. Neither of them said anything as Mitch worked to detangle the long strands and surprisingly, it didn't feel bad. On the contrary, it was almost relaxing and Mitch, staying true to his promise, didn't let the brush snag on the more difficult knots, not even once. 

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As he moved on to divide Shawn's hair to weave it into two neat braids, the silence between them felt heavy, but not necessarily uncomfortable. This was possibly the most civil they ever behaved around each other off the ice so far. After a while, Shawn had to fight against his eyelids drooping on their own accord, the soothing touches of Mitch's hands working systematically through his hair relaxing him down to his bones. He licked his lips, unsure if he should say something or not. Just to humor him, he turned his head a few millimeters, trying to peek over his shoulder. 

"You're actually really good at this. Thought you lied or something."

He was surprised at how relaxed and sleepy his own voice sounded, but what surprised him even more was how softly Mitch answered. 

"Told you I'd take care of you."

The answer took Shawn’s breath away for a second, so he just turned back to how he was positioned before, trying not to sink back too much.

After that, the silence grew again, and Shawn couldn't stop his eyes from closing anymore. Fortunately, Mitch was almost done and after he secured the second braid he patted Shawn's shoulder lightly, scooting back a little. 

Shawn turned around, feeling oddly exposed in front of the other man. His hair resting in two neat braids on his shoulders felt unusual, but not bad. When Mitch held up a small mirror for him so he could see the back of his head as well, reflected against the screen of his phone, it felt good and almost pretty, in a way that Shawn didn't want to explore closer right now. 

"Thanks. That was really nice of you", he murmured, smiling slightly. Lead weighed down his arms and legs and after the relaxing sensations of the past fifteen minutes or so, it felt uncomfortable to resurface again. 

Mitch just nodded with a jerk of his head and went to put the hairbrush away again. “I’ll be.. in my room. If you need something.”

[lonealphawolfcas]

Mob!wolves au

Just a little something thats been stuck in my head for the past few days @under-the-scarlet-reign88 is to thank for it XD

Castellano drunkenly stumbled out of the bar with some of the underlings of his pack, the group causing mischief as usual. His alcoholic buzz seeming to be high however his senses still picked up a little something interesting. There was someone watching them from across the street, a very sexy someone who had red hair which was a favorite color for the wolf. She smelled like flowers, whiskey, and surprisingly silver which explains why she was so intensely staring at him and his pack "boys you go on ahead let the big boss know I'll be late getting back". Sauntering over to the redhead he smirked eyeing her with a primal kind of lust and curiosity. The two watching each other closely as their little game of cat and mouse or rather of wolf and hunter began. "hmm whats a pretty thing like you doing out so late? And from what i see..." Cas looked around "all alone? Don't you know that the big bad wolf is hungrily prowling the streets." The wolf let out a dark chuckle as the animalistic gleam in his eyes sparkled with sadistic intent. "Well the big bad wolf should know who my family is, i can take care of myself." She responded letting him see her weapon "ooo shiny hehe you know i think I've heard of you." wolfishly grinning cas stroked her hair sniffing it with a low growl "so your that Winchester girl, elle right? Daddys little princess." laughing over the girls anger cas joyously enjoyed her rage. "aren't you a cute little thing." Inhaling deeply he filled his lungs with her scent "what are you doing here wolf?" Elle questioned him trying to sound annoyed "i could ask you the same thing." leaning in closer he noticed her blush red cheeks. Standing her ground elle backed away putting some space in between them knowing wolves are unpredictable and it was dangerous to be that close to one "my father told me to keep an eye on you." a statement that wasn't entirely true but also wasn't a lie; john told his kids to watch the pack and report back to him at the end of the day. By this time she had been following him and only him all day while sam kept an eye on cameron and dean watched richard the big boss, both of her brothers were probably home by now but elle just couldn't leave the wolf alone. With a devilish smirk cas stepped forward closing the space between them knowing she wasn't just there too watch him from the sweet scent coming from her and the way she was dressed. The wolfs laugh was sinister as he teased her "do you always do what daddy says?" castellano asked condescendingly "stop teasing me!" She yelled unable to hold in her distain towards him "stop following me!" He roared back. Scrunching up her face in disbelief she denied him "maybe i will once you leave humanity alone wolf!" With that he gave her fanged grin with a light in his eyes that foretold of mischief "fine then come with me tonight and tomorrow humanity will be left alone, deal princess?". He knew she would say yes to going with him, just the thought of it caused her whole expression to change "come on, i promise i won't bite..." The wolf whispered lowly in her ear "not tonight at least." Elle rolled her eyes pushing her feelings for the wolf down deep within her. The redhead huffed "fine but you better keep your word wolf." she pushed past him walking to her bike and the wolf with his eyes now glowing gold smugly watched her hips sway "I'll do a lot more than that." The two started the night as enemies but it seems like they'll end it a little differently.

[new-dawn-au]

Am I going to make Apis and Saki canon? Hell yeah, they're too cute not to! Don't blame me, blame the little demon pulling my heart to make this happen X3

Bold = texting

"Italics with quotation marks = thinking"

This was not good.

It was supposed to be a normal day, but of course, something had to go wrong. The thunder was too loud, too near, too…. Familiar. And Apis was not a fan.

He could feel tears building up in his eyes and his own grip on reality or any sense quickly slipping away as he tried to find somewhere to hide from it all.

He had stupidly forgotten his house keys, and Adonis was working that day so he couldn't unlock the door for him, leaving him in a bad situation of having to wait for hours to go home. And it sucked.

But just as he was about to break down, he heard a voice he had grown fond of over the past few months. "Apis? Are you okay?" Saki asked her friend, visibly worried about him.

Apis looked to his friend and tried to muster a smile but miserably failed, letting tears fall as he clung onto her.

"Please… don't let them hurt me again. I can't go back, I can't, they'll hurt me, I just know it. I'm dead if they find me, please don't make me go back… help me, please." He mumbled through his tears, he couldn't control himself when he was like this. He felt embarrassed, embarrassed that he was breaking down like this and having a breakdown in front of someone he considered a good friend.

Surprisingly to him, Saki had not pushed him away, instead pulling him closer and taking him to her house. Despite her knowing little to nothing about what he was talking about, she still comfored him. "It's okay, I won't let them take you. You'll be safe here."

By the time they had both entered her room, Apis had fainted from panic, leading Saki to lend him her bed and pull the covers over him whilst she went to get something for the both of them to eat and drink.

Nobody was home today so it left her to watch over her friend without interruptions. Suddenly, his phone received a message.

Adonis: That thunder is really loud isn't it? Hope you're ok❤️

Yikes, it was going to be complicated to explain that Apis wasn't actually seeing this message and that he had passed out. But Saki did it in the best way she knew how to.

Apis: this is Saki Tachibana, a friend of Apis from school! He's at mine rn bc he got scared by the thunder and he's sleeping thru it srry do you want me to wake him up? :)

Adonis: no, it's fine. It's nice to know that he has many good friends now. Or maybe you're more than friends🤨? Jkjk

Wait, what?

Was Apis's dad trying to suggest that they were… dating?! Saki had never even considered dating him! However..

She did find him very kind and cute. And it was so fun messing with his hair, it was always so soft and he always reacted so cutely when she accidentally touched his neck when playing with his hair with his little giggle and nose scrunch followed by his insistence that he was most definitely not ticklish on his neck despite him obviously being so. And his face was attractive as well, she had thought of kissing him before…. Wait, kissing?!

Okay, so she might like him, but there was no way that he felt the same!

Apis: omfg no💀 were not dating but Im flattered that you think I cud end up with sum1 like him XD

Adonis: uh huh, sure thing lol. If he isn't up or still at yours by half 4 then give me your address and I'll come for him.

Apis: will do.

A few hours later, Apis stirred awake and looked around before seeing Saki and realising what just happened. "Ah, Saki! I'm sorry for falling asleep in your bed, it won't happen again!" "Haha! It's fine, you were scared and you needed it, I don't mind." Saki smiled, handing him a rice ball.

"I assumed that you'd be hungry when you woke up so I made some rice balls for you, do you like it?" Apis took a bite and smiled back at her, blushing slightly. "Mmhmm! It's really nice, thank you."

There was that look again, that smile and those rosy cheeks. And those eyes… it made Saki truly realise her feelings for him.

She loved him, she actually loved someone again. She didn't even think she could love like this after her last relationship, but here she was, basking in Apis's presence, loving his existence, loving being around him.

Nope, she had to stop herself there. She was supposed to be looking after him, she could crush over him another time! "Hey, are you thirsty? I have some apple juice downstairs that I can go get if you want." Apis nodded and followed her to the kitchen, holding her hand to keep his balance stable

Saki could just feel herself overheating, his hands were strangely soft in comparison to her rough ones up, they felt like heavenly buttercream to her and she adored it.

But all of a sudden, she heard whimpering coming from him as he pulled his hand back, covering his white eye. "It must be that scar again! But how can I help him?" Saki thought, coming to a reckless conclusion.

She held his wrists gently so as to not hurt him, leant near his face and placed a gentle kiss on his white eye and scar, gaining a squeak from him. "E-Eh?! Saki, what are you doing?.."

"Oh shit! I am so sorry, I didn't know what to do and I thought that if I kissed it then the pain would go away! That was really stupid, I'm so sorry again." Saki apologised profusely before Apis interrupted. "You don't have to apologise! I… um.. actually kind of liked it.. it made me feel safe, and warm and fuzzy inside and I don't know why.. is there something wrong with me?"

Saki widened her eyes, could he feel the same thing towards her as she did to him? She had to test it.. "Hey, is it okay if I try something? You can stop if you feel weird or uncomfortable."

Apis nodded his head. Granted, he didn't know what was going to happen, but he put all of his faith and trust in Saki.

She leant near his face again, kissing his lips as she closed her eyes. She was taken by positive surprise when she felt Apis kiss back slightly, so he did feel the same way! His lips were just as soft as the rest of him, it was clear that they had been bitten out of anxiety and overall stress,but it wasn't unpleasant, it was kind.

Apis pulled away to catch his breath, his cheeks now a bright red. "I.. enjoyed that… a lot. I think that I… love you."

Saki smiled wide, her cheeks the same as his as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him I to a hug. "I love you too, Apis."

IT'S DONE AND NOW I'M GONNA BURRY MY HEAD IN FLUFF OVERLOAD, GOOD BYE

[tinytinybumblebee]

Sweet lil hc for ya

When Geralt is tiny, Lambert is surprisingly good with him. Definitely a bad influence, but in the "Cool Uncle" way. Absolutely had a babie Geralt fall asleep on him, and as rules decree, if something small falls asleep on you, you do not move.

Waaaa oh my goodness 🥺💖💖💖

The others tend to speak more 'lightly' around a tiny pup such as Geralt.

Not Lambert though xD He'll still swear, and talk about the wild hunts he's been on, all that stuff! Which, automatically makes Lambert sooo cool in tiny Geralt's eyes!!

But, that means those little wolf ears pick up on Lambert's words, and one day Yen comes storming in and scolding the mutant because tiny Geralt is swearing up a storm in the other room, whoops xD

And waaaa oh my gosh😭 They're seated by the fireplace, Lambert seating on a comfy chair and babie Geralt is all curled up on Lambert's lap- his silver-haired head tucked in Lambert's neck. Of course, one never tries to stir a wolf pup when they are asleep (unless you want a whining, sleepy fussing pup on your hands!) So, Lambert stays seated, lightly patting Geralt's back unconsciously while he himself eventually falls asleep too ;w; 💖💖💖💖

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

So

Your text posts and another friends recommendations have led me to start reading TGCF. (I'm also watching the animated series in the meantime as bilibili has cool downs between chapters)

I'm loving the series so far but oh boy, HC and XL have never heard of subtlety.

XL with his identity, HC with his identity and his flirting.

The point I'm at, HC is pretending to be a human and XL is pretending to be a priest

They're both bad at this

Fortunately neither of them are falling for the others disguise

But still, HC, humans can't make snakes explode just by looking at them.

Saying 'what would you prefer' in response to 'what does he [HC] look like?' Also doesn't help your case either HC XD.

However I did get to watch HC fight an enemy while carrying XL bridal style so him being the least subtle person in existence does have some benefits.

glad to hear the obsession is contagious (your friend has really good taste <3)

fun fact, i originally started watching tgcf the donghua and i wasn't aware it had any romance i just thought the animation looked nice so i started watching it... it took me surprisingly long to figure out hc and xl're actually in love w each other too, because i was like oh boy the fans are gonna freak out the whole time. thinking its queerbaiting or something idek .

then i went to read the novel & the manhua came last bc the latter makes it realyl hard to focus on plot stuff what with all the characters being breathtakingly beautiful

you are so right!! their absolutely not subtle behaviour was honestly difficult to stomach the first time i watched/read about it, bc i didnt know them very well as characters and it brought me not small amounts of second-hand embarrassment. xl braiding hc's hair and failing, the palm-reading ("you won't have to worry about your love life in the future :)"), hc making snakes go kaboom etc etc. but in retrospect, it's just really funny. hc is So in love.

("what does he look like?" "what's your ideal type? <- unrelated. dw about it :)" )

hc's lack of subtlety has a lot of benefits (and is frankly quite endearing. xl agrees methinks)

[ofluminance-a]

what does your muse smell like?

i hate to say it, but he probably uses some kind of cheap axe-like body spray that he thinks makes him smell good. does it? yes, when he doesn't overdo it. i just googled it: blue lavender! because it reminds me of him. :)

What does your muse's hands feel like?

calloused, rough, average. they're not big, but they're also not small either. they're covered in scars and cuts. yet, they can be surprisingly gentle, too despite all they've been through.

What does your muse usually eat in a day?

asdklfjn;. at school in the past verses, bento, ramen, too much junk food. he occasionally likes sweets too. reading the manga, it's canon that his parents are present. but then in the future, at a point, he says he ran from home -- so, no home cooked meals besides like ramen that he can do himself. basic things. probably doesn't eat right at all, honestly. i've always hc'd his parents were busy people and not around much to begin with, and then later on, he did run away to protect them. so yeah, ramen or whatever chifuyu feeds him. pretty much, lol.

Does your muse have a good singing voice?

absolutely not!! lol! he would probably try singing at karaoke or the shower or something, and i am just imagining everyone boo-ing or trying to get him off stage.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

oh yeah, for sure. i mean we all know in the future when he's on his own, he's a slob. doesn't care much about his appearance, dress, job, etc. but i think that all stems from like-- depression? like why bother if i have no one to dress up / clean up for? and not having parents around, who would tell michi otherwise? i mean, as he grows and becomes more takemichi, that changes of course. but some habits are hard to break and i can certainly see partners, yelling at him to get a hair cut orrrr make the bed, etc.

What does your muse usually look like/wear?

there are times he overdoes it. especially when he's younger, trying to be ' cool ' takemichi, no, please stop, lol. honestly, my favorite looks for him are when he's not trying. jeans, a tee and some sneakers. a hoodie, etc. when he's older that doesn't change much.

Is your muse affectionate? How so?

ohhh yeah. too much at times. takemichi wears his heart on his sleeve, and i am pretty sure that it's plain for all to see. but, he will show his affection in simple ways that may not outright express his feelings: but, it's his own way of making someone smile: a gift ( hina's necklace for example ) as a way of showing that even when he's not with his partner, he still cares about them, and is thinking of them. it will very much be acts of service: flowers, sharing food, picking up their favorite drink / food. or more physical being: brushing hair behind an ear, soft smiles, cuddles, holding hands. and just letting them know? - he will outright tell you, and speak his mind, or show you. <3

What position does your muse sleep in?

tighty whities. i mean ... boxers. xD

Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

oh god, yes. he's so freaking loud and doens't mean to be, but have you met him?

tagged by: @prudenze / thank you!!! <3

tagging: the dash! take it if you haven't & you want too!

[theshatteredrose]

Secrets: Best Left Untold? (Chapter 28 - Final Chapter) - Etrian Odyssey Untold 2 Fanfiction

AN: And finally, the last chapter! It’s been an interesting experience and a lot of fun. Hope you had a lot of fun reading~! Oh, and I could not help but add a small little cameo of a certain someone in this chapter. I just could not help myself XD Hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 28:

When Flavio awoke that morning, wrapped up warmly in Fafnir’s strong arms, he realised something.

It was Christmas Eve.

He had totally lost track of time! Worse still, he still had not bought any gifts.

He felt so bad. After all the trouble he had caused, he still had not bought any Christmas presents for anyone. He had not had the time. Not really. But he still felt bad. And the shopping that day was sure to be horrendous.

He should at least try.

But with Fafnir’s arms around him and the warm bed, he did not want to move. No stress. Complete comfort and contentment. The first time in two full weeks. Staying put and doing nothing was so enticing.

Still…as much as he would like to stay, someone was bound to come knocking at the door sooner or later.

Flavio wiggled a hand out from under the blankets and poked Fafnir lightly on the nose. “Fafnir.”

Fafnir crinkled his nose in response and simply tightened his arms around him, pulling him close in order to nuzzle his nose into his hair.

“Fafnir, it’s Christmas Eve. We should get up.”

That earned him a grumble in protest, and he could not help but chuckle to himself. Still not a morning person. After a few moments, Fafnir finally stirred enough to awaken and, in the process, loosened his arms around him a fraction. Enough for Flavio to wiggle himself into a sitting position.

Not for very long, though.

As soon as Fafnir was awake enough, he promptly pulled him back into his arms. And kissed him.

Falling to rest against Fafnir’s chest, Flavio melted back into his arms easily, lulled back into the warmth and the comfort. He knew that Fafnir would entice him back into bed. Not that it was a hard thing to do. But he should at least try to make an effort to get up. To make an appearance. After all that had occurred yesterday, there were a few others who would like to see his face, surely.

Instead of attempting to detach himself from Fafnir’s embrace, Flavio tilted his head to the side and allowed him to deepen the kiss. It was…needed, after all. By the both of them.

Fafnir folded one arm along the small of his back, pressing his body firmly against his, while he idly trailed his fingers of his other hand along Flavio’s spine. The tracing was soft through the material of his clothing, but he felt every little touch, making him shiver.

In return, he touched the sides of Fafnir’s face, his fingers threading through his hair as he tilted his head just that little bit more. To feel more of Fafnir’s lips against his. To have him kiss him just that little bit deeper, just that little bit stronger.

He did not want the kiss to end. The moment was so warm, so comforting. But he was growing dizzy. Becoming a little too lost in the moment. It was growing far too intense.

As much as he did not want it to end, and he truly did not, there were sure to be others waiting for them.

They were quickly reaching a point where interruption would be far, far too awkward.

“F-Fafnir,” Flavio murmured against his lips. “We can’t. Others are probably waiting for us.”

Fafnir pressed forward to purposely touch Flavio’s lips in one last, lingering caress before he pulled back, eliciting a whine of disappointment from him. And a chuckle from Fafnir. He laid back onto the bed and Flavio rested against his chest in order to gather his senses, which was surprisingly difficult as Fafnir kept idly trailing his fingers along his spine.

“You’re not making this easy for me,” Flavio huffed as he finally found the energy to roll off of him and slipped out of bed.

Fafnir rolled onto his side and rested his head in his elbow. “Good.”

Flavio picked up a shirt and threw it at him. “Wipe that satisfied smirk from your face and get up. I want to enjoy the day for once. It’ll be nice being out and about, and not having to constantly look over my shoulder.”

That was right. He could finally walk out of his room without having to peek out through the door first. Without having to look down at the floor in search of an unwanted gift. Walk through the inn, walk through the streets without wincing at every shadow, without having to second guess the actions of the strangers around him.

It was over. It was finally over.

He was free.

Finally free.

It was almost hard to believe. But it was real. The ordeal over as quickly as it had begun.

Flavio shook his head slightly. He did not want to dwell in those memories at the moment. He had better things to do, better things to think about. It was Christmas Eve, after all. An exciting, festive day. He was going to enjoy the day, see what the city of High Lagaard had to offer.

So, he quickly got dressed, readying himself for the day.

When he stepped out of the room, Fafnir right behind him, he made the point not to look down, not to search for any unwanted gift. He just stepped out into the hallway. Like a normal, rational person.

The hallway was not empty, however. Arianna had just stepped out of her own room. She looked over in their direction and her expression immediately brightened.

“Ah, good morning!” Arianna hurried over to him and took a hold of his hand. “Sir Flavio, how are you feeling?”

Flavio smiled at the considerate princess. “I’m fine now.”

“Where’s Bertrand, Hrothgar, and Chloe?” Fafnir asked.

“Sir Bertrand and Sir Hrothgar have returned to the Sidero estate,” Arianna explained. “They wished to ensure that our enemies have been truly defeated. And perhaps learn more about that family. From their absence, it is safe to assume that the battle is well and truly over.”

He truly hoped so.

“And Dame Chloe is setting the Christmas presents under the Christmas tree in the tearoom.” Arianna chuckled to herself. “She’s quite excited.”

As much as she tried to act otherwise, Chloe was still young. Although, no matter how old someone was, Christmas was always an exciting and magical time of the year.

But, the gifts…

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to get anyone anything,” Flavio said, ashamed of himself. “I, well…”

“It’s all right,” Arianna said, gently patting the back of his hand. “Your safe return is all we could want.”

Honestly, what did he do to deserve such a guild?

“Well, let’s grab Chloe and see how High Lagaard celebrates Christmas,” Fafnir said.

“Oh yes, I so look forward to it!”

With that, the three of them made their way downstairs, to the foyer of the inn. Where they, unsurprisingly, encountered Hana. With her motherly instincts, she immediately noticed their presences, despite them not making a single noise.

“Good morning, dearies!” she immediately crooned as she paddled over to them, and much like Arianna did, she took Flavio’s hand in hers and gave it a motherly pat. “How are you feeling, dear?”

“I’m feeling much better,” Flavio replied honestly.

“That is such a relief!” Hana said. “Chloe has been waiting for you.”

Hm? Really?

Hana released her hold on his hand and half turned away from him. “Chloe, dear, Flavio is up and about!”

At first, there was silence. But after a moment, a pink-haired war magus finally toddled out of the tearoom. She clutched a wrapped gift against her chest as she made her way over to them.

“Here,” she said as he offered the Christmas wrapped parcel to Flavio. “It’s early, but you can have it.”

Flavio was surprised, but retrieved the offering nevertheless. “Are you sure?”

Chloe nodded and toyed with her glasses. “It’s cold.”

Huh?

With everyone urging him onwards, Flavio carefully unwrapped the gift, and soon realised that it revealed a blue and purple knitted piece of clothing.

Oh, it was a scarf! Did she make it? She must have caught on that he did not like the cold.

“Chloe, thank you,” Flavio said as he lifted the scarf and draped it around his neck. The wool was soft and thick, so it was perfect in keeping out the cold.

“You like it?” Chloe asked shyly.

“It’s perfect.” His response made Chloe subtly happy.

Hana clapped her hands cheerfully. “And it’s the perfect day! Go. Head on out and have fun. See the city under the magic of Christmas. And when you all return, I will have the most scrumptious Christmas dinner you have ever had!”

Hm, looked forward to it.

Fafnir slipped his arms around Flavio’s shoulder, and with him by his side, they headed out of the inn, and out into the streets of High Lagaard.

As they walked together, idly chatting, gazing at the beautiful Christmas trees and decorations on every storefront and corner, Flavio noted that the world seemed…different. Somehow. The sun seemed brighter. The snow and winter breeze not as cold. Even the bustling crowds appeared to be more gracious than usual.

It was likely him simply appreciating the peace. Something he took for granted. After two weeks of being on edge, waiting for the next thing to worry about, to be troubled over.

Huh.

All that really happened, didn’t it?

Was it his response to trauma?

“Oh, Dame Regina! It’s good to see you!”

Flavio immediately stilled in his steps as a strange, unknown feeling washed over him. He looked to his left, his gaze falling upon the figure of a certain blonde-haired chef. Dressed warmly in a long winter coat and a clutching a shopping bag in her arms, he did not expect to see Regina out and about. She had only left hospital a couple of days ago. He figured she would still be resting in her family’s care. Receiving burn injuries were no trifling matter.

And, well, in truth he was not entirely sure he was ready to speak with her after what he had learnt.

And from the look on her face, the quick, stoic glance in his direction before abruptly looking away, she had not expected to run into them, either.

Maybe Flavio should just stay in the background and let Arianna do the talking. Bringing up such a conversation on Christmas eve, of all days, would be all too awkward. He did not want to interfere with Arianna’s relationship with the chef. Or the others, for that matter.

He still clutched onto Fafnir’s arm to ensure that his protectiveness did not get the better of him.

“What brings you out in this winter cold?” Arianna asks innocently.

“Well, I’m going to cook Christmas dinner for grampa tonight,” Regina answered. “Just needed to pick up a few things. It’s been a few days since I’ve been in a kitchen. My family have been rather opposed to the idea, but Grampa is the only one has been urging me to get back on the horse, as it were.”

Regina shifted the shopping bags in her arms, unintentionally revealing the white bandages that were still wrapped around her arms. Bandages that covered the burned injuries she received while trying to save the restaurant.

“I’ve decided to try again,” Regina blurted out, her gaze flickering over toward Flavio for a fraction of a second before quickly darting back to Arianna. “With the restaurant, I mean. Grampa insists.”

Arianna clapped her hands together in front of her. “Oh, that’s wonderful news!”

“Y-yeah, my family aren’t thrilled with my decision, though,” Regina said.

He wondered if anyone told her of Schaffer’s hatred of the Dubois family. Oddly, learning that himself had eased his own guilt of what happened. It was not entirely his fault. He was not entirely the cause. He was the reason, but Schaffer, in his own demented way, was just frothing at the mouth to cause harm to the Dubois family, and he just used him.

…No wonder ‘Mandelson’ knew so much about the gentry using and abusing others for their own benefit. He was nothing more than a puppet, used and abused by an unhinged psychopath. Schaffer was a man who plucked others from their own lives, from their families, without a concern or care, placed them under spells, made them dance to his whims and desires, and then killed them off when they were no longer of any use.

Had done so for years.

And gotten away with it.

Everything he said about Regina was everything that…bastard had done to others.

Still, a part of him was glad that the restaurant was to make a return. It had an interesting premise with Auspice’s recipes and with the grimoire stone exchange program that they had created.

And knowing Flavio’s inability to not stick his nose in, he would probably be of assistance once more. In truth, he did not mind acting as a host. He enjoyed the role. He truly did. Meeting and greeting others, speaking with him, bantering with them, recommending meals to the nice customers, and then goading the rowdy ones into trying some of the more colourful meals.

It was fun. Exhausting at times. But fun.

But should he return to the role, it would be under his terms.

“Hey, kid.”

“It’s good to see you’re out enjoying the day.”

Flavio immediately perked up and spun around. Where he came face to face with two very familiar protectors. “You’re back! Is everything ok?”

Hrothgar smiled warmly at him. “Yes, everything is fine. It’s over.”

It was over…

Bertrand folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head to motion over his shoulder. “We ran into a couple of faces we thought you might like to see.”

Confused, Flavio glanced behind Bertrand and his expression immediately brightened once more when two more explorers came into view. “Ah, Connolly and Grant!”

Dressed in regular clothes, duds that looked similar to those of a highlander, Grant rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m surprised you would want to see my ugly mug again.”

Flavio shook his head. “Now that I better understand the situation, I know that everything is not your fault. Besides, even under Schaffer’s control, you were still protective of me.”

It helped that his eyes were an earthly brown, not that unnatural, vibrant emerald green. A green that had to be a sign, a side-effect of being under control of that bastard, Schaffer.

Grant lowered his arm to his side and smiled. “Ah, I’m glad that part of me was still able to come through.”

Connolly appeared remarkably calmer compared to the last time they had crossed paths. In fact, he looked very different. His silver eyes were striking, the nook in his nose less notable, and his brown hair neater. He even had better colour to his cheeks. “I really need to thank you.”

But Flavio shook his head again. “No. I’m sorry you had to go through all that you did. I wished someone had listened to you sooner. This nonsense could have been stopped ages ago.”

It was truly a shame that the words of a noble were more important, regarded more highly than those of an explorer.

Fafnir turned his attention toward Bertrand. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“We found a few journals and tomes detailing that Schaffer guy’s dedication and madness,” Bertrand promptly replied, before a light frown appeared on his lips. “It’s what we didn’t find that’s interesting.”

That did not sound good. “What do you mean?”

“There was no one else there,” Hrothgar was the one to answer with a bewildered shake of his head. “No other servant, nothing living. Not even a pet. Just graves. Like the one that held Wioleta.”

A feeling of dread washed over Flavio and he was certain that it showed in his face. “There are others?”

“Without Schaffer there to attend to them, they’re harmless,” Connolly promptly reassured. “It’ll take the beginning and interference of a ritual to make them turn into that creature you dealt with.”

Y-yeah, that was what happened with Wioleta. But, what about the searching of vessels? Like what Schaffer tried to do with him? What he did with Connolly’s sister?

Hrothgar placed his hand upon Flavio’s shoulder in an attempt to calm his inner turmoil. “Connolly here knows quite a bit of what Schaffer and the Sidero family has been up. With his help, we can ensure that nothing like it happens again.”

“After Christmas,” Bertrand added. “They’re not going anywhere. I think we all deserve a bit of a vacation, hm?”

That was definitely true!

And he imagined that Connolly and Grant wanted to spend some time together, to catch up. To heal. To simply live after everything they had been through. And to properly mourn Siska’s passing. She had become lost and forgotten in the whole chaos.

“Sounds good,” Flavio replied. “It does ease the mind knowing all of that, though.”

He was about to return to enjoying his day, to purposely and forcibly push aside any and all thoughts of his traumatic experience when he caught sight of someone. Someone he vaguely recognised. Someone dressed in a thick winter’s coat. He almost looked like any other citizen of High Lagaard, busy doing last minute shopping.

But the orange hair and violet eyes reminded him of the grimoire stone. The one that still rested in his pocket. For just in case.

“Fafnir, wait. Just a moment.”

Fafnir turned and arched a questioning eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Just a minute. I’ll be right back.”

He slipped from Fafnir’s hold and smiled reassuringly to him before he broke out into a light jog. He wanted to catch up with the medic before he got too far away.

“Excuse me!”

The young man immediately paused in his steps and turned his violet-coloured eyes in his direction and recognition immediately flickered across his face. “Oh, Mr Flavio,” he said as he turned in his direction. “I heard everything that had happened.”

Flavio winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “A-ah, yeah. Gossip travels faster than an Ariadne Thread around here, doesn’t it?”

The medic smiled politely. “Indeed it does. It is good to see you up and about.”

Flavio lowered his arm to his side and looked at the other young man in earnest. “I really must thank you.”

He received a blink and a look of confusion. “Me?”

“That grimoire stone you gave me. It helped me in ways you could not have imagined.”

The young medic did not immediately reply to that. He tilted his head to the side questioningly, simply studying him for a moment. Slowly, a smile made its way to his lips, and he simply nodded. “I see. Well, I’m glad it was useful to you. And that I was able to help in some small way.”

Flavio regarded him with a small smile, too. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I actually got your name.”

He looked honestly surprised at that. “Oh, didn’t I actually introduce myself? Well, my name is Lynus.”

“Well, Mr Lynus, thank you for the grimoire stone.”

Lynus chuckled. “It was my pleasure. I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Mr Flavio.”

“You, too.”

… … … … …

The sun had well and truly set, and the crowds have slowly started to dwindle. To make their ways home or chosen restaurants and inns to spend their Christmas evenings somewhere warm and cosy.

The day had been pleasant, peaceful. They had spent the day visiting the shops and stores around High Lagaard. They spent a few hours at the bar with Cass. They popped by to visit Abigail at her father’s shop.

Absolutely nothing untoward happened. It was a wonderful day. And they were heading back to the inn, to get their bellies filled with the food that Hana promised them. After all the walking and chatting they had done that day, Flavio was looking forward to it.

“You guys go ahead,” Fafnir suddenly instructed the others as he took Flavio by the hand. “I want to talk to Flavio in private for a moment.”

“Tell Hana we wouldn’t dare miss out on her dinner,” Flavio added.

Arianna, unexpectedly, giggled into her hands. “Yes, of course. Let us go, everyone.”

Tightening his hand around Flavio’s, Fafnir tugged him to the right. “Come here. There’s something I want to give you.”

Hm? Give? Wait-a-minute, did Fafnir get him a gift? Not fair! Flavio did not have anything to give him in return.

Without another word, Fafnir led him toward the majestic Tree of Wishes.

It was truly beautiful at night, and mostly silent. With few people loitering about. Couples, it seemed. Cuddled together before the tree, admiring its beauty. Just enjoying each other’s company.

Just like what he and Fafnir were to do, when Fafnir promptly pulled him into his arms.

“Fafnir, did you get me a gift?” Flavio asked with a pout. “You know I haven’t got anything for you.”

With an arm wrapped warmly around his back, Fafnir reached into the pocket of his coat. “This is different.”

“How is this-?”

He was promptly silenced when Fafnir pulled out a small square box. It was a velvet blue box. A particular shaped object. One that could hold only one thing.

Flavio stared at Fafnir, wide-eyed and lips parted in an expression of surprise and shock. “Wh-what?”

Fafnir presented the small box to him. “I told you; this is just the first Christmas of many.”

Tears welled up in Flavio’s eyes. He swallowed thickly and with shaky hands, he received the gift. And slowly opened the lid. The need to shed tears returned but he pushed them back.

The ring was beautiful. Silver and gold, with a small diamond embedded within the two precious metals. It would fit perfectly upon his finger.

“This is…”

“After Ginnungagap, I vowed to myself that I would show you just how much you mean to me,” Fafnir explained. “I’m not sure if I managed to do that, but I know that this will symbolise just how committed I am to you.”

“Y-you…” Flavio was a loss for words. He could not speak.

So, he used his actions. He plucked the ring from the velvet box and hastily slipped it upon his ring finger. Just as he figured, it fitted him so perfectly. So naturally.

The weight on his finger felt so wonderful.

As they stood in front of that Christmas tree, Flavio framed Fafnir’s face within his hands and kissed him on the lips. Words failed him, but he hoped his actions could convey some of his emotions. They could never hope to truly reveal just how much he loved this man. Nothing truly could. How completely and utterly he loved Fafnir. Heart and soul.

But he could try.

Flavio pulled back, only ever-so-slightly, his lips still brushing against Fafnir’s. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Fafnir immediately replied, his arms tightening around him, never letting him go.

They had their entire lives together, after all.