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How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2

Side Characters edition!

Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol

Read Part 1: Brothers

Part 3: MC Returns

Genre: Angst, Hurt.

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @bite-sized-devil @sassykattery @amberrskiies @a-hidden-gem @obey-me-posts @otomefoxystar @siofrantic @flemmingbamse i'm also going to tag @yourboyhack @ihatecorns @cherrybakewelltea and @exrellian too since you liked the first part! MC's return will be next! :3

But if you want to be tagged in my future work please fill out this form!

rose divider by @/firefly-graphics

The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?

❤️Diavolo❤️

If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince. 

He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye. 

Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.

Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.

Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.

He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.

He joined in on the search for you too. 

Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.

After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.

He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.

But he can’t.

Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.

To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear. 

I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?

He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.

But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks. 

Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.

The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him. 

But the Prince has become distant from him. 

He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times. 

He’s confused. Angry. 

He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead. 

Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.

💛Simeon💛

When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it. 

But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.

His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.

He doesn’t want to scare the young angel. 

At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.

But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you. 

Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window. 

My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?

A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages. 

He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

His eyes well up with tears at the thought. 

Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while. 

He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return. 

This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him. 

It’s not Luke’s fault, of course. 

He appears to be handling it better than he is. 

Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone. 

He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall. 

His heart burns with grief as his body trembles. 

As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.

MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon

💙Luke💙

They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance. 

The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face. 

“W-What?! MC is gone?!” 

His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.

You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?

He tries not to think about that. 

So he puts all his energy into baking. 

Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall. 

Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over. 

But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away. 

“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”

Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers. 

He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.

He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy. 

Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking. 

He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed. 

“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”

He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed. 

The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”

Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep. 

“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”

Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.

Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.

🖤Solomon🖤

When you first go missing, Solomon is confused. 

You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?

His worry causes the demon brothers to panic. 

Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime. 

But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?

That’s something that terrifies him. 

He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them. 

That worries him even more. 

He immediately jumps into action.

He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.

That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.

This was the work of someone much more powerful.

Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.

He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.

Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.

Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you. 

He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

You sob into his chest as he holds you.

His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.

"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."

But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location. 

He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.

Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.

He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.

But this will be interesting, he thought.

Let's see how this plays out.

[shiiro-arts]

~AUTUMN~

"Cuffing Season" By @tokkias

As a small gift from me, I am going to illustrate a moment from each season from tokkias most recent fanfic "Cuffing Season"!

Go and read it 'cause I swear their fanfics just get better and better.

I really don't know what kind of outfits they are wearing so I'm making them up, hope you don't mind :) <3

[elizakai]

An old drawing of them…

I love the amount of stories this dynamic can lead to.

[ms--lobotomy]

40k is really the size kink franchise huh

Have not written for Ferrus yet. This is a travesty I must remedy immediately. I know this isn't technically a request but I simply want him so bad

Summary: Ferrus gets a bit... handsy with his beloved after a nightmare

Word Count: 963

Content Warnings: OOPS! It's porn again, size kink of course, a bit of breath play, belly bulge, and you're getting the cream pie.

Image Credit: @squishyowl

Whatever it was in your head was starting to fade. Still, you tossed over and fumbled for him as your eyes fluttered open. You couldn't see anything, but you knew he was right next to you. Before a moment had passed, you'd grasped a segment of his loose fitting shirt. You weren't much next to him, but this sudden movement was enough to rouse him. A gruff "hmm?" escaped him as he turned his head down towards you.

"Ferrus--"

"You're shivering," he said, the metallic arm around you tightening.

Your grip loosened, and you realized that he was right. You were shivering. Before you could say anything, his lips grazed the top of your head. He was large, more than twice your size. You knew that he could break you in half if he so wanted, but you'd not gotten the impression that he'd wanted to.

"I am," you replied.

He ran a hand down your back. His hands were cold against your clothes, against you. You felt chills go down your spine. His hand engulfed you-- it took up maybe half of your back. The folds of your nightdress gathered at the small of your back under his hand. You looked up at him. From what little light entered the room, you could barely make out a clouded expression on his face.

"Is anything wrong?" you asked, snaking your way up the bed to press a kiss to his lips. They were much bigger than yours, but you were able to make it work.

Ferrus sighed. "Just..." he started. "I can't feel you with my hands. That's all," he said.

You frowned. "Oh..." you said. You ran a hand along his chest. "Surely..." you said, feeling a lump forming in your throat. "Surely you can't feel me with anything else?"

Both of you froze for a moment before Ferrus sat up in bed. He released you, and you fell to the bed with a thud. "Disrobe," he barked as he undid the buttons on his own shirt. You fiddled with your nightdress before it came off and you cast it aside, somewhere near you on the massive bed.

He grabbed your wrists, and laid you down underneath him. For a moment he remained there, eyes roving your body, before he leaned in for a kiss. He was far too large to kiss with tongue, but you felt butterflies regardless. His hands trailed down your body, stopping briefly to play with your nipples. You were thankful that you were in his chambers, far from prying ears, squeaking and moaning his name.

When his hands were at your thighs, he pried your legs open with no effort. You looked down at him as he lowered his head, his tongue licking your inner thighs.

"F... Ferrus..." you moaned, your legs pinned to your side by metallic hands.

"Let me feel you," he said, before his tongue trailed between your legs. You cried out as he found your apex, swirling it in his mouth before he entered you. You grabbed for his chopped hair, sinking your fingers into it. He chuckled. It didn't take long for you to climax the first time, crying out and trembling underneath him.

Right when you were working up to the next climax, he removed his mouth. "On your front," he said.

You flipped over, and almost instantly felt something poke at your entrance. You let out a pathetic whimper as you arched your back and looked over your shoulder at him. He was built like a truck; not only 13 feet tall, but wide. His steel gray eyes caught yours, and a smirk graced his face.

"Beg for it."

You felt yourself quivering under him. He pressed against your entrance; you wanted it, he wanted it.

"Ferrus... please," you choked out. "I need it. I need you in me. I need you to rearrange me. I..." you trailed off, your voice wavering. "I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow."

With that, you felt him enter you. You cried out, grasping at the bedsheets as he slid inside. You felt him in your belly, making a little bulge in your stomach. He held you down with one hand and grasped your throat with the other, lightly playing with your airways. You clenched over him, beginning to see stars. He could easily choke you to death, he had to be very careful with you. The one person he's loved, and they're delicate like every other baseline human.

He started to pull out, and he relented his hold on you, letting you catch your breath. "Ferrus..." you breathed, your head pressing against the bed.

"What is it?" he asked, as he entered you, faster this time.

You couldn't even grace him with a coherent response, instead moaning fragments of words and phrases. He pressed inside of you further, and you could feel him in your ribcage. He was gentle... until he wasn't, and you knew you were going to bruise in the morning.

He held you down with one hand as you climaxed again, with him following not long after. You felt him throb inside of you, bruising you, marking you as his own. He shot inside you for a long while before he finally pulled out, a sticky liquid trickling down your legs. You were still swelling a little bit from how much he'd shot inside of you as he turned you over, picking you up and placing you on his lap.

"You're gorgeous," he said, holding you close to him. He ran a hand up and down your back again, and you melted into his touch. You knew that you were going to be bedridden for the greater part of tomorrow, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[catcze]

Hello Catte !

Do you think Wriothesley would date someone who is asexual ? (Someone who feels little to no sexual attraction or desire to have sex) I kinda have the feeling that he wouldn’t as an asexual myself 😭 What do you think ?

I hope you have a great day/evening and are feeling well ! (Don’t feel pressured to write this, if you don’t feel comfortable with it and if you do, I can wait for as long as you need, since I adore your writing and characterisation of Wriothesley ^^)

Hi sweetheart !! Honestly? The way I interpret Wrio's character is someone who is just so genuinely enamored with you and is eager to show that to you in whatever form you're comfortable with, you know? If you feel no desire to have sex, that's a-okay with him. Wriothesley is the kind of guy who makes sure that he knows your boundaries and how far you're willing to go, and will always always always respect those.

Elaborating on that a lil but in a relationship, Wrio would be so communicative, yk??!? Like, this guy is not embarrassed about the things that he wants, and right now all he wants is to make you the happiest person in the world, and make sure that you'd be comfortable in a relationship with him. He definitely definitely does some research beforehand and he comes to you with a list of questions that he wants to ask to make sure that he's messing up as little as possible. It's so cute, because he lists them on a little notepad and everything hjadkjn He has a couple of questions, such as where on the asexuality spectrum you fall on, any hard boundaries that you want to establish, what you are and aren't comfortable with, and all that. He gives you his whole attention without a single ounce of judgement, and for the things that he deems particularly important, he writes those down too. SIde note, but when he's flipping through his notepad, you swear that you see a page where he's listed down things that you like, such as your favorite drinks, food, and colors, and it kinda makes your heart melt a little ♡

And !!!!! he always makes sure that you know that he'll listen to you ?!?!? like wtf he's such an absolute green flag HAHHAHA If you ever feel uncomfortable with anythingggg ever he will always listen to you. If you're in a situation with him and things are veering in a direction that you don't really like, you literally just have to say the word and he'll do everything in his power to make the circumstances more comfortable for you !! Just;;; listen listen listen i just love him so much and i genuinely believe that if you get in a relationship with this man, he just wants to make you as happy as can be. If your relationship has little or even no sex, it doesn't impact him in any way— all he cares about is that you're safe and comfy with him, and as long as he's fulfilled that, then Wriothesley is as happy as can be.

[palaceoftears]

If only you knew my dear

How I live my life in fear

- The State of Dreaming, Marina

For my dear birthday girl Plami @mc-critical ❣️

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I am very much enjoying Ren's petty dialogue options and how defensive Akechi gets when you pick them kdsfjvndfknj

Ren: "I guess I don't have a choice..." 😒

Akechi: "May I remind you that we are equals in this endeavor!"

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Akechi: "Did I overhear Yoshizawa mention a Palace?"

Ren, boldfaced lying: "Nope. You're imagining things." 😐

Akechi: "Do you understand the meaning of cooperate?!"

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Ren: "Oh look, your true outfit." 🙄

Akechi: "Oh, this old thing?" 😏

Kasumi: "...?" 😥

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey love! So, I know you already have the proposal au, but I was wondering if you could do an arranged marriage au. And basically, Gilgamesh is in the mafia and Thena's horrible abusive father (Arishem) steals money or drugs from him that Thena doesn't know anything about. And Gilgamesh and his men just show up to her home while Thena's not there and when she comes back she finds out that she's being forced to marry Gilgamesh (which she's not that mad about bc Gil is fine asf🤭). But Thena is basically just shocked and she has to get used to being treated how she should and with princess treatment (like opening her door, giving her gifts just because, etc) Maybe a little age gap like Thena's in her early 20s, Gil is in his Early 30s👀. Also maybe like Gil gives her princess treatment but disrespectful in bed vibes😜.

But anyways I love you and your whole existence and when I found your Tumblr acc it quite literally the happiest day of my life and I literally would kill for you. You're my whole world I live for all your posts and sit waiting everyday for you to post. You are the best thing that happened to me and I'm so grateful you're alive. I love you so much!😘❤️

"Thena?"

She startled, but a warm yet gentle hand touched her shoulder, "hey, it's okay. It's me--I'm sorry to startle you."

She looked around her. She wasn't at home--well, she was. She was no longer in her father's home, where falling asleep out in the open could lead to her getting her hair pulled if he was feeling particularly inebriated and particularly mean spirited.

She was home, in her home with Gilgamesh. It was a massive, modern and sprawling house. She had her own room, despite sharing the house with her husband. It had its own walk-in closet and full bathroom suite. He had installed a library having found out that she liked to read (that was all the incentive he needed, apparently). The only thing her room didn't have was a kitchen, and Gilgamesh did all the cooking anyway.

The first two weeks, when she wouldn't emerge from her room at all, he would leave trays out for her to take inside where she felt safe.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, speaking softly and moving so she could see him, showing her his hands. "I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that. I wanted to see if you were hungry, or if you wanted to move into your room."

A gangster for a husband, and he made sure her room was always open for her, that only she was allowed in it, unless there was any house keeping she wanted done. He had even hired a female cleaner, specifically in hopes of making her feel more comfortable.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, hoping to assuage his fears of scaring her. She let the book on her lap fall closed and curled her legs up under the blanket thrown over her. "Sorry, dozed off between chapters."

"You don't have to apologise," he assured her, moving slowly as he took a seat on the sofa. He wasn't at the far end of it, but it was more than enough space for her to feel separate from him. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Are you okay? You seemed to be having a bad dream."

She was. Even removed as she was from that place, sometimes she would think was waking in her room, her desperate attempts to start a real career crammed into the corner of her room where her father wouldn't know to go digging for money.

The crinkle of her clothes in plastic bags so that he couldn't get them all wreaking of alcohol before a job interview. The way she would walk on the balls of her feet so as not to wake him when he was passed out on the couch in the middle of the day. The fear that every knock on the door would be another debt collector.

"Hey," Gilgamesh said as softly as he could again, "what do you need?"

If she hadn't woken from such a terrible dream she might swoon. It was almost a shame their relationship was one of contract. Gilgamesh was very good at seeming romantic.

She inhaled, putting on a braver face. "Some food sounds good."

"Okay," he nodded. His hand hovered, as if he would pat her knee under her blanket. But he stood instead, pulling himself away from her. "I can do that."

Thena stood, nearly slipping on the stairs of the elevated seating area to follow him into the kitchen. "Do you need any help?"

He did let his surprise show on his face, and instances like these she was reminded of the menacing - as well as cocky - gangster who had first appeared in her home and informed her of their marriage. "Setting a fire?--no, sweetheart, thank you."

She huffed, and she even managed to get a chuckle out of him. Laughing suited him more. "You must have had a hard day."

He immediately looked at her, trying to tell how any clue of how his work had gone could have slipped through the cracks. He worked very hard to keep all aspects of his business out of their home life.

She leaned against the spotless granite island/sink. "You seem more tense than usual."

He didn't rise to her bait, focusing on putting together a meal for her--for them.

But she was in the mood to poke the bear, as it were--the big grizzly teddybear in the pinstripe suit. "I figured I would get a 'no need, princess', at least."

He shook his head at her, pulling out a clay pot and retrieving the ingredients necessary. For a man living outside the law, he really was a great cook. "No need for a house fire--that's true."

"I am not that bad," she insisted, rising to her own bait if need be.

Gil - not Gilgamesh but Gil - finally looked at her with a little more mirth. He even chuckled, "Need I remind you of the eggs?"

She rolled her eyes at him. He had this big, beautiful kitchen, and she was home alone all the time. And sometimes she didn't want to wait for delivery to make it all the way to the house (and past security) while Gil was at work. She had figured making herself some eggs couldn't possibly go wrong.

"The hob at our-" she paused and moved on like it was nothing- "at my old place would take ages to heat up. I could never have known that this monstrosity can boil water in under a minute."

Gil glanced towards his very fancy oven on the other counter and then back to her. "Who turns the heat up all the way to make eggs in a pan?"

She shrugged, "they cook faster."

Gil let out a real laugh now, finally relaxing some as he finally started preparing the veggies. She could tell he was enjoying it when he slid them onto an angle to slice them. If it were strictly business he would cut them into little cubes instead. He shook his head. "I told you not to lift a finger while you're here."

That was true. After the fire had been put out, her housekeeping companion had insisted she simply ask if she wanted a meal. It was part of her requirements for the job and everything! Which was a little insulting, no matter how aware of her own cooking habits Thena was.

"I thought men wanted a wife who would cook for them as soon as they got home."

But Gil didn't latch onto her joke. He put down his knife, slowly and gently. He dried his hands on the hand towel below. Then he moved towards her, holding his hands out and asking for hers.

She watched as he did, curious enough to give her hands over to him. He held them so gently, even as he brought them up to his lips to kiss the back of each. She shivered.

He opened his eyes, peering down at her as he stroked her hand with his thumb. "Those aren't men. And you are not just 'a wife', Thena."

Did he want her to fall in love with him or not? The times when he was at work, and then completely secretive about it at home really seemed that he didn't. It seemed that he was upholding his end of the agreement with her father, and his vow to respect her and not to allow any harm to come to her.

But then other times he would say things like this, and she wouldn't know what to think.

She blushed as he left one last kiss on the tip of her finger. Then he was back to chopping, as if he hadn't nearly swept her off her feet (metaphorically speaking).

"Why don't you go sit down, sweetie? I'll come up and join you once this is on the heat." Back to that respectful distance.

She pursed her lips, moving away from the kitchen island as he started rinsing the rice and mixing sauces. That was just like Gilgamesh, to say something so breathtaking and sweet one moment and be a husband in name only the next.

She glanced at her book, although she couldn't even remember what she was reading in it before she had dozed off. Throwing herself back on the couch did seem to catch his attention somewhat; she could tell by the tilt of his head only vaguely in her direction. She also pulled the blanket over her again, with a little more force than the light cashmere needed.

If he only wanted to be half a husband then fine, but he didn't have to be a full time flirt to do it.

She peeked up from her phone as Gilgamesh walked up the three small steps to join her. He had a bad knee but wouldn't admit to it, maybe that was adding to the pressure of his day today.

"Okay," he groaned as he too threw himself onto the couch. He looked over at her, at her safe and respectful distance. "So?"

"So?" she asked in return, bristling at the grin on his face. It suited him a little too much.

He nodded, as if he had been thinking something to himself and had the affirmation he needed. She didn't know what he thought he knew, but she almost didn't want to. He leaned back on the couch, relaxing his posture. This was how a gangster would sit, she imagined. "Well."

"Well?" she prompted him again. But all he did was lazily wave his hand at her. She raised her shoulders, "you want me to...?"

He shrugged, even turning his head away from her. "If you want, I mean. You seem like you want the company."

He was calling her out on her wanting his attention, he meant. And he was right, but she didn't appreciate it. She turned her nose up at it.

"If you wanna sit in my lap, you can say so."

She shivered again, turning and half expecting him to be nose to nose with her. But whens he did look, he was back to pretending like he was halfheartedly watching something on the obscenely large tv mounted on the wall.

To his credit, he didn't say anything as she quietly shifted her position. She didn't tuck herself into his embrace or anything. They weren't actually married.

Gil lowered his arm from the back of the couch to her shoulder, letting her lean partially on him but not so close that she would feel trapped. "Put on that show you like."

"The one that puts you to sleep?" she smirked, even as she picked up the remote.

"It does not put me to sleep."

"It does," she corrected him, and it was moments like these when the marriage did feel less like a business agreement and more like...well, like something. "What about the food?"

"It has a timer, just take it off the heat when it's done."

It was he who was on the verge of nodding off, now. He really had endured a truly terrible day to be so exhausted. And she wouldn't be the one waking him.

She did put on her show, a historical drama she liked. And he really did nod off, the clay pot dinner simmering in the background silently. And only because he was dead asleep did she take the liberty of tucking herself against his chest. Just this once.

[gojosattoru]

★ JUJUTSU KAISEN HALLOWEEN ICONS ★ -> requested by anon Heya sweetie I hope you like them and they are to your liking ^^ ! Thank you for your request! FEEL FREE TO USE!!!

COMMISSIONS/KO-FI AND REQUESTS OPEN!!!

[highschoolstoryliveson]

@ryp3004 Happy Halloween!!!!!!!

It had been innocent indulgence, at first. A world where her parents were always home and there wasn't so much pressure on her. Ryanne loved her life, and wouldn't change it or give it up for the world- but there was always the wish that things could be easy. Just for once. So when she found that in a tiny storage closet in the back of the library, what was the harm in spending just a little time outside of reality?

It was her world, but not. They were her parents, but not. Her friends, grandparents, or classmates all surrounded her- almost. Even looking past the button eyes of various shades, everyone was off in some way. "Payton" just wanted to sit and relax, never pressuring Ryanne to go out if she was out of energy. "Autumn" was perfectly content by her side, but seemed to have no other ambition than being a her best friend. The "band" begged her to take the lead. Even "Wes" had lost all of his rough edges, only the occasional comment about some scheme slipping through his lips. Everyone she loved was brought down to static.

Still, she kept going inside of that closet. Ignoring the exit slowly getting further and further away, Ryanne sat down to "family" dinners. Talked to "Dad" about his latest films or the history of theater and got to spend as much time as she wanted with "Mom". It wasn't real, but with her actual parents out for another shoot it was the best she was going to get.

As her hand enclosed around the door handle, cold fingers gripped around her wrist. Expecting to see one of the false friends or family, her breath was caught when she turned to see "herself". This version looked so similar but so different. "Her" limbs were distorted and shifting, and focusing on any detail for too long made Ryanne's head start to spin.

"Stay." "She" pleaded. "Think about what you're going back to. None of them care about you, not like they do in here."

Ryanne tried to pull back, but the mirror's grip just tightened. "Think about what you could be in here." "She" got closer, images of praise and adoration filling her ears. The sound of Wes (her Wes, not that things) telling her he loved her with no reservation. Her mom and dad cancelling yet another project so they could spend more time with her. Payton's laughter. "Everything could be perfect. You could be perfect."

Not for the first time since visiting the strange world, Ryanne couldn't help but consider it. Still, no matter how much she wanted what "She" was offering, it was wrong. Even if it was everything "She" promised it would be, nothing would be real.

Yanking her hand away, Ryanne jumped back into her world and closed the door with a 'slam!'- ignoring the awful screeching from behind the door.

She backed away, falling against someone's chest. Jumping and yelping, she turned to see Wes with his hands up defensively. "Woah! What happened?" He asked, eyes already scanning the room for danger. Without thinking about it, he brought Ryanne closer and pulled her a little behind him to defend her from whatever had her so afraid.

When she went to explain, Ryanne realized that it had suddenly gone silent. There was no more screaming. No more other worlds. "I- um- one of the skeletons was in the closet. Freaked me out." She did her best to brush the terror off of her expression- but Wes still insisted on driving her home. She didn't mind, just happy to be back in reality.

As they got closer to her house, she felt herself short circuit when she noticed both of her parents' cars in the driveway. They were supposed to be gone for another week. Feeling the familiar tremors of anxiety going up her spine and arms, she reached for Wes's hand. "C-Could you walk me inside?" She asked, internally cringing at the shakiness of her voice.

Reality and time seemed to glitch around her as they got out of the car and stepped closer to the door. What if this wasn't real? Was she going to walk in and see four shiny black buttons where her parents' eyes should be? When she turned to Wes to say goodbye, would he have nothing but a blank smile and a pair of red velvet buttons to respond with?

Instead of the horrors of her "perfect" reality, they walked in to see her mom- her actual mom-setting up some Halloween decorations in the front room. Her dad was saying something from the other room, but Ryanne couldn't fully process what was happening.

At the sound of the door opening, Rebecca jumped slightly. "Jesus!" She laughed, "I thought you were going to take longer to get home." She rushed over and gave her daughter a tight hug- one that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. "We wrapped filming early and wanted to surprise you." She murmured into her daughters hair.

Looking up to see Wes's smirk- meaning he had somehow known about this- and her parents actually there- Ryanne felt like she had found her own version of perfect. And she didn't need to change anything about herself to keep it.

[blissfulalchemist]

Clídna x Jill x Clive (Final Fantasy XVI) Alma x Joshua (Final Fantasy XVI) // Clio x Nat (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Tagged by @statichvm to make some cute couples in this picrew! So have these three ships near and dear to my heart. Tagging in turn @adelaidedrubman @belorage @florbelles @strafethesesinners

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@chyrstis @unholymilf and anyone else that wants to!

[vamprisms]

honestly once you sign the contract with raphael he should hang out in camp drinking wine with mizora and soliciting other npcs for their souls