#i think I'm happy with her uniform design finally

[solomams]

29. Growth/Change

Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

Paula at the beginning of the exchange program vs Paula once it ends and she comes back to visit (thanks Sol)

In the beginning she was definitely terrified, but was doing her best to keep it under wraps. She kept to herself and kept her head down. Tried to follow the rules, including sticking to the uniform, but her curiosity always got the better of her. Magic and potions always fascinated her in fiction.

As she gets closer to everyone, she begins to let her guard down, and even begins to have fun. She's braver because she knows she's not alone now. Modifies her uniform as she goes along, especially after seeing how unique everyone else's is and how they get away with it being messy

The beginning of season two is when her and Mammon finally stop being idiots and get together. Her uniform finally feels complete, ribbon traded out for her necklace. She feels back at home once more.

[echantedtoon]

Hello!

Your ‘A Rock and A hard place’ book is one of my favourites! I wanted to request a Kokushibo version of it in a chapter.

Thank you! <33

Here it is. I'm not sure myself if it's cannon or not. If you need a refresher on what the demons look like with tails and pointed ears look at the link. This takes place between the time Akaza and Douma were released and when they eventually found their way back.

https://www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share

Demon Designs by @flanelltees

Kny Breeding Program Au originally is by @melon-cream-enmu

Warnings for Y/n getting a small cut on her hand and some blood mentioned.)

The squeaking sounds of the cart sounded out between the sounds of squeaky rubber boots and the rattling of objects inside the cart as the janitor pushed the cart of cleaning supplies down the halls towards their destination. Every so often a person in a lab coat or security uniform would pass the person in the full rubber hazmat suit and mask and ignore them or wave or give a friendly nod. If they were nice and greeted them then they'd greet them back.

"Mornin'," a security guard on patrol greeted briefly as they passed by each other.

"What's up?," their muffled voice greeted back with a nod as they passed without another word. 

The rattling cart still made their way down the facility to a specific hallway that was in need of cleaning, or more specifically the rooms connected to that specific hallway. The one that was currently being  evacuated except for only a select few staff. You being one of those staff members as you pushed your cart on over to the entrance way to the hall and paused by the familiar white haired man having his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. 

"Hi, Sanemi," you greeted muffled by the mask you wore. "How'd the extraction go?" 

Said head of security rolled his eyes with a grunt. "Typical. It took like ten tranquilizers to put that dam thing out before we could get it out."

That's right. You heard that they were removing the demon they called 'Drums' because of all the drums somehow lodged into his body. He had been found in an abandoned mansion and it took five recovery teams to bring him in to study, not because he's dangerous but because he was able to move around his environment. He was absolutely large but his nature was surprisingly gentle and he liked playing his music for the scientists who interacted with him and showing off things he wrote when provided with paper..but it was in a demon language no one understood. He's been here for a few months and the director wanted him released to make way for newer demons to study. 

That's why you were here. You were going to clean up his old cell before the new demon was placed inside it. Honestly you weren't sure you wanted to be back here after the incident with Akaza and Douma three weeks ago...but you were tired of cleaning bathrooms and unclogging toilets.

"Well at least he'll be happy to finally be going home. I'm just gonna go in and clean up his cell."

"Sure. Knock yourself out."

You wheeled on by him and into the familiar hall. Very few people were there, only three. You and two other people in Lab coats. Scientist or researchers you weren't sure but you recognized one immediately by the firey red hair. His head turned seeming to already recognize the squeak of your cart and immediately beamed.

"Y/N, MY LOVE!!", Kyojuro shouted loudly making his partner jump in response as he turned to you arms out in greeting. "You're finally back!"

Slowing down to a stop, you beamed behind your mask at the doctor you were going on a few dates on. "Well I did tell you that I'd be switching back after a while. The two demons causing me the headache are gone so there's nothing to worry about." 

He hummed, brows scrunching in unsureness but slowly nodded. "I suppose so, but I would highly suggest being careful from now on. We'll have to update our watch on the volunteers more closely from now on to make sure this doesn't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't. Besides it's all fixed now so no harm done." The only evidence of what happened to you was just some notes taken for research purposes and the two scars those demons left on you. A dark stripe on your palm, and a frost like pattern on your forearm but you could always get them medically removed with a skin draft like Kyojuro suggested. You haven't made a choice on that yet though. "I'll just go clean up the cell and finish up. Ok?"

"Of course. If you need anything else just shout."

Smiling you pushed your kart away as he turned back on the demon they seemed to be studying. One that looked like a young child except he was all white and seemed to be playing with some toys left inside. You paid them no more mind as you continued to push your kart to the very, very back of the hall and stopped by the cell with the open doorway. This was the one you had to clean up. Wasting no time, you stopped you cart and reached out to pick the broom out of your cart and go right inside. The cell was like the others, big but at least this one wasn't too dirty. Most of the litter was just crumpled up papers, crushed or shortened pencils, and half eaten food scattered everywhere.

Whelp you knew the drill.

Sweep. Mop. Clean the giant window on both sides.

Exactly what you did. Sweeping everything up before getting out the mop and bucket of water and cleaning up the space. That was fairly fast. It wasn't until you were cleaning up the giant window that you noticed something was a little off. As you sprayed and then wiped the cloth over the thick glass. As you wiped the window you had the unexplainable need to look through the window to the other side and paused. 

There was a demon in plain sight of you. 

Through the window you were cleaning you were able to see the cell on the other side and found yourself staring face to face with another one of them. A demon. But like Akaza, Douma, or any other demon you'd seen in the time you've been working here, he looked completely different. I

Intimidating. At least six inches taller than Douma and extremely built by the looks of him, but what you were most stunned about was the SIX eyes staring down at you. Reddish scelera in a similar way to Akaza's was broken into pieces by veins with golden eyes. You both continued to silently stare at one another before you just went back to cleaning the window. Pay no attention to it. That's what got you in that mess in the first place. You ignored the creature as you cleaned the window and then moved to clean the outside. But you still felt it's gaze the entire time. By the time you turned back around, you were surprised to still be staring at this creature. 

The demon said or did nothing as you both stood there awkwardly as you slowly moved to your cart, and realized something. While you had moved, it's eyes didn't follow you. In fact his gaze didn't follow you at all, all six eyes staring straight down at the floor. It was then you realized that he hadn't been staring at you at all. Curious, f/c eyes looked down through the protective goggles you wore to the floor only to see what this thing was staring at. On the floor was from crinkled papers that must've fallen out of your art when you cleaned up the cell. On it was some language you couldn't understand but it seemed that this demon was staring at the words.

Was it..reading them?

"....Do you like reading those?" It made no move to look at you even as you slowly reached up to remove your mask and hold falling to your shoulders. "You like to read?"

Finally it moved..Sorta. One of his eyes moved. The top left one moved to turn to you and stared. You still stared at him before slowly walking around your cart and slowly pick up the papers. Now you had it's full attention as all eyes moved to you as you picked them up and looked the writing over carefully before turning up to him. Smiling before walking up to the window and holding them up. 

"Here. Is that better?"

It offered no response still looking you over before going back to the papers. The eyes going half lidded and calm as he stared at the two papers you held. You guessed that was a yes as he continued to stare at them..Or you assumed that it was a he. You couldn't be too sure with demons.

"Y/n?" Said woman's head turned to Kyojuro as he approached you quickly in question. "What are you doing? Are you done?" The footsteps stopped up on seeing the six foot something demon standing calmly at the window eyes going wide. "What on earth is going on?!"

"Oh. It's ok." You held up the papers. "He just wanted to read these. I was holding them up so he could see-" you stopped when you turned back. 

The demon was gone from the window. Instead he was now in the center of the room in the process of sitting down on a tatami mat back turned to you both. He was calm when he sat down allowing you to see his pointy ears, and a long tail swishing behind him. In a similar fashion to Douma, it was long with a tuft of hair at the end that matched his hair he wore in a long ponytail. Neither of you said anything as Kyojuro came to stand next to you in astonishment looking inside the cell before turning to you wide eyed.

"How were you able to make contact with Six?"

You turned back to him. "Six?"

"That's what we nicknamed him because of his eyes," he explained. "But he's never done that before."

"Really?" He shook his head swaying orange locks. "How long has he been here?" 

"We brought him in about three months before your incident." His eyes calmly flicker back to the cell and the demon that sat completely still. "He was found deep in the forest not too far from here in a nature reserve, he was living in an abandoned cabin and lived almost completely like a human in the olden days. The director thought it'd be a good opportunity for studying their habits of mimicking human livelihood so we brought him here for study, but he's not done anything but sit there and eat food when we give it too him. Otherwise he completely ignores any interactions with us."

"Maybe he doesn't like humans?"

Kyojuro sighed. "We figured that so we tried putting in another demon in with him for study purposes, but he completely ignored her too. Too bad. She was actually a very well behaved demon so it's not like she'd cause any fights."

"Oh..."

 You looked down at the papers in your hands, raising a brow at the strange writing on it. You had no idea what Drums wrote or what it said because you didn't speak or read the language but perhaps this demon was interested in reading. Maybe Drums wrote something interesting Six liked? You weren't sure but for some reason you were curious.  Didn't matter. You shrugged it off, threw the papers in the cart trashcan, before bidding Kyojuro goodbye and carting off. The job was done anyways.

However it wasn't to last.

Maybe it was because of the last encounters. Maybe it was because of the fact you started to need the extra money again for bills. Or maybe it was just stupidity and curiosity but you needed the money again. Bills were starting to crawl up on you and the money you had saved up from your meet ups were starting to rapidly deplete. So you had two options. Either go back to getting cheap ramen noodles almost every night or go back into the program. ..The answer was obvious but it also came with a problem. After what happened you were pretty sure Kyojuro wouldn't like you volunteering for the M.C.M.A.R.R program again, but it's not like you had a choice. So instead of him you sought out the only other doctor you knew-

"I want to volunteer for the program again. I-.. I-I need the money."

Shinobu stared at you from where she was filing paperwork in a cabinet, that neutral smile still on her face. You'd found her late one night while working and cornered her awkwardly with your request.

She blinked at you still smiling. "Sure. Anyone can volunteer but does Kyojuro know you're doing this?'

"Eeeehhh...Not yet." You confessed looking away and rubbing your neck. "I figured he'd see me once I'm there next Wednesday."

"Kyojuro doesn't work with the M.C.M.A.R.R anymore though. They moved him to the behavioral department on mermaids." Her head tilted. "So you'll be paired up with someone differently this time."

"Oh. That's fine. Let's go sign you up then."

That's how you nervously found yourself nervously standing in the hall again after your shift on Wednesday despite Kyojuro's firm objections to you returning. Shinobu must've told him however you've already made up your mind. You slowly shuffled in looking around nervously clutching the book in your arms at the multiple security guards, scientists, and volunteers walking around talking to demons or taking notes of the entire thing. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But then again you wouldn't be putting yourself in danger again. It was just until you could pay back your bills.

"Y/n?" You jumped and whirled around behind you coming face to face with a black haired man in a lab coat. "Whoops. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He smiled at you. "I'm Doctor Murata and I'll be your researcher for however long you decide to remain with the program."

A slow sigh escaped you. Calm down. There's nothing to worry about. "Oh. Right. Ni-Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Are you ready to begin?" You nodded and he looked at his clipboard. "Hm. Let's see. You're going to be interacting with Six today." You blinked. Six? As in the demon you saw a while ago. Murata turned. "Follow me and we'll get to it."

Hesitantly you followed Doctor Murata down the hallway past other researchers and volunteers, and you gazed at a few speaking to the demons. It was pretty harmless but you knew that they had to be more careful from now on. He brought you a the same cell you saw a few weeks ago and peered inside. There he was, Six, sitting down away from the window as usual. His tail curled up at his side in sleep or meditation you weren't sure. 

Doctor Murata smiled looking at you and nodding to the window. "Ok. Go ahead and try to interact. If he doesn't do anything don't feel too bad, he's usually ignoring us anyways but he we still have to try. Recently I was informed he was reported coming to the window and sort of interacting with a janitor but it was brief and he hasn't responded to anyone or anything since."

You stared at him. That janitor was YOU. How did he not know that?...Well you assumed Kyojuro was the one who reported it so he probably kept your name out of it to avoid them asking you to come back to interact with Six. He was a sweet boyfriend. Slowly you looked back to the window and in where Six was silently still sitting. What should you do?..Well guess you should try and get his attention first. Raising your hand, you wrapped it against the extremely thick glass window. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. No movement was made except for his ears flickering a bit before they stilled....but nothing else happened. Well..at least he knew someone was there? You exchanged looks with the doc who was quickly writing something on his clipboard and looked back up to you expectantly. 

You sighed heavily before looking back to the window and balling your fists to bang on the window louder despite him still not moving an inch. "Hello? It's me again." 

You really weren't expecting anything to happen..and to be honest nothing did at first. He still did nothing but sit there leaving you to sigh and look at the doc again who only hummed and wrote something on the clipboard. The demon moved. Head tilting to look over his shoulder and stare at the window..Oh well. On the bright side if you were just interacting with a demon who did nothing but ignore everyone then it'll be easy money- You froze. A chill suddenly running down you spine and you looked back to the windo-

You gasped jumping back as six eyes stared down at you. The doc looked up and also jumped as the towering form of Six stood tall leering at the both of you. Your heart pounded as you stared at him. His calm half lidded eyes staring at you and the doc vigorously writing on the clipboard. Calm down. So he moved. He probably just recognized you and came over out of curiosity. A few inhales and you calmed yourself down enough to awkwardly smile up to him.

"Goodness. You're pretty fast aren't you?" The demon provided no answer as it still looked at you. Guess he wasn't much of a talker. Pushing it aside you slowly held up the book in your hands making him look at it. "I saw you reading the papers earlier. Does that mean you enjoy reading?" No answer. "I brought this and thought maybe you'd like to read more."

He didn't respond to you at first just staring at the book. On the cover was the title 'Ghost Stories And Folklore Takes by E. Gadd' and you picked it out on the bases of.. well this thing was a demon. Maybe you were wrong but you still pushed on, choosing to open the book and held it up for him to read. This was ridiculous. You didn't even know if this thing could read English. But to your absolute SHOCK..Six calmly looked at the first page, before slowly lowering to sit on his knees and started to read the words on the first page.

'Down in the world unknown there laid a kingdom drab and dark. Where darkness and shadows collided and lived in fear and power. One would be mad to even think about stepping in a place like this. Where the dead are gone but still there, the shadows played and roamed and full of terror. A frightful place brace heros dare not venture unless they wish to meet a tragic fate. Yes. This one place was alone ruled by a power hungry spirit, spited by his love in life and now seeks vengeance on any mortal who dared be foolish enough to be beckoned into his awaiting claws.

The creature of vengeance was known as one of promises and dealings. Whether If one were to want something most dear to their heart and was determined and pure, or if their heart was filled with greed, envy, and lust he would grant your reply if you were brave or stupid enough to find him. It was when one day a child from a nearby village heard of this rumor that they were excited to find out if it was true or not. Against their parents and everyone else's wishes and warnings, the small child had snuck out to venture into the forbidden dark woods. The brambles scraped and left cuts on their body, the creatures chased after and threatened to eat them if they didn't turn back now, for darker and more sinister things slept in these woods, but bravely the child went on. On and on on their journey to really see this sinister ghost who granted wishes and promises that the mortal eye would repulse to believe. Until the sinister avenger had been found and the massive shadow beckoned the child closer with a boney rigged hand.

"You have traveled far and withstood the tests my forces forwarded. For that you have earned the right to one miracle granted to you. But a warning you have also earned. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Think well, dear child."

The small child dared to smile at the creature and simply reply, "I have no need for any treasures or anything of preciousness near me. I solely only wished for to see myself if the avenger of shadows was a true sight. And now that I have seen you for what a true being you are, I will simply be leaving satisfied my wish was fulfilled."'

Six sat there still before those eyes calmly looked back up to you expectantly. Was he waiting for something? F/c eyes looked at the book.. before turning the page and he just simply kept reading. Murata stared at him stunned.

"Remarkable! The demon can read human language! This is a massive breakthrough!!" He furiously scribbled down on the clipboard as you kept holding up the book as Six calmly continued to entertain himself.

'The answer of the child amused the ancient spirit and he chuckled his hollow laugh at the very notion of it all.

"Wise answer to an otherwise difficult mortal choice. For that you shall still be granted a prize for your efforts. Name one and answer wisely."

The small child as said had no need for such items like treasure and fortune, but they knew that the child's hard working mother were in need of some fortune in her life. So with a kind heart, the child looked to the spirit and asked for their miracle. "My mother works oh so hard to take care of me. It would be so nice for her to have just a little more luck on her side. Oh spirit, let me repay her for all her kindness she has shown me."

"Your wish shall be granted. A selfless act is always it's own reward, but be wary of those who wish to use those fortunes to their own will."

The child was permitted a safe leave back to their home and as promised their selfless act of kindness was granted by the spirit of shadows. The child and their mother mysteriously found an old box in their pantry one day that they had never known of before and upon opening it discovered many, many priceless jewels. The likes of which they had never seen before. With this new found fortune, the mother and child were able to gain a plentiful farm with all the necessities they needed to have a plentiful life. Farther down in the years the mother even remarried one of the strongest most handsome men in the small village. But this man was nothing but green with want, and treated the mother and her child terribly.

He was lazy, rude, and had a heart full of greed. Seeping of those who had better and helping him in life. But one fateful day everything changed. For one day he asked the child's mother a question.

"My dear wife. You know I love you dearly, but I must ask you. Where did you receive such wealth and fortune."

"Why, from a old wooden box in the pantry," she replied happily, "And inside the little wooden chest was gems and riches beyond our wildest dreams."

"Yes, yes! But where did it come from?"

"I know not how it got there or where it came from, but my child and I are oh so happy to have received such a delightful fortune. How we may live happily for a long while."

Her husband was displeased with such an answer and once again asked but this time to the child. The child happily told the man his venture into the woods and his encounter with the spirit of shadows, filling the man's heart with more greed. That very night when the family slept, the man snuck out and made his own way into the deep woods of shadows and fears. Brambles cut his clothing, he cursed those who dare chase him and snap at his hinds as he ran, but the greed and lust in his heart was strong. So strong he persisted his heart green with envy. Alas finally he arrived and looking as though some creature had mangled him with their claws. The spirit was beckoning him closer with a bony rigged hand and spoke.

"Oh one who's heart is sewn with greed and plight. You have sought me through danger and fright. Your actions of greed are inexcusable but like many before you have made it through the path of darkness. For that you have earned the right to one miracle, but also a warning. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Oh one who comes to me with a black heart for his own wishes. I offer this to you so you may choose your wish wisely."'

......Six looked at you again patiently waiting and you again turned the page for him to continue reading.

'The man paid no attention to the wise words of the ghost nor did he think about any real consequences for his actions as he spoke what he oh so desired.

"Give me more riches than any man shall have!! Make my fortune one who will make me a fortunate man!! A bright castle and beautiful jewels is what I seek and most desire!!"

"A answer I foresaw and one your shall have for not heeding my warnings. Oh man of greed and selfishness, you shall indeed have your wish awaiting you home. But do not be surprised when your unfortunate fate you shall unevitably meet. Now be gone creature of greed. My domain is not fit for one of you."

The man left for his home and once his got there his had his miracle in the form of the purest black horse with a magnificent couch of ebony, inside the couch was boxes and jewels of every imagining. The man cared not for his wife or the young child that he had left behind, away in this marvelous new couch he received and off that horrid man went into the night with his shouts of greedy glee and pleasure as his family long forgotten. The mother and child awoken to no greedy ma plaguing their lives and while the mother was quite saddened, she still had the child to watch after. As luck and fortune does benefit those with kind hearts, another man the mother sought and a kinder man she got. With a much kindness to her and her child this man gave to combat the sorrows left behind by the other greedy filled one. One day a message they did receive, about a much bigger estate of land and riches. The greedy man who had once left them behind without a second thought, was now no more as the spirit's warnings he did not need. As fate had decided he would be no more, a swift and tight end he did get. Leaving everything he valued behind of jewels and gold, to no man but a woman he did not care for. His wife and next of kin did receive, fame and fortune for kindness indeed. With kindness in their hearts the family did grow, and with it came all lucky and fortune soon to glow.

For those with kind hearts and bright minds, often find themselves on the favorite end of fate's hands.'

Six continued to sit there patiently before looking at you again to turn the page to the next story. Smiling you gently turned to the next page to Murata's insistence as he gleefully began to not down more notes and excitedly beam to himself about this major breakthrough. You hadn't been there for an hour when you thought it'd be best to call it quits and stand up catching the sitting demon's attention back onto you. 

"I have to go now but I'll bring the book back next Wednesday -," you explained placing a bookmark between the pages and closing the book, "-and then we can finish it. Ok? Then I can bring you more books to read when we're done with this one."

Six said nothing as he stared at you before calmly standing up and leaving. Just like before he just sat down going back to ignoring everyone. Murata was absolutely ecstatic looking between his notes and you.

"This is exactly what we were hoping for! Demon's might be able to read human language!! Will you be coming back next week?!"

You smiled nodding at him. "I sure will. I definitely think this is something I can handle."

Oh how fate had different plans for you.

Kyojuro was VERY concerned about you and looked you over as soon as you two had som time together, sighing in relief once he saw you were ok. Once again trying to talk you out of it but unsuccessful because you decided to go back next week to finish reading the book.  It went like that for the next few weeks. You'd stop by every Wednesday after your shift and join Doctor Murata in sitting down and holding up the book for Six to read. After the third visit, Murata was nice enough to provide a chair for you to sit in as you held up the book and turned the pages.

At the doc's request, you tried talking to him and get a response..but he ignored everything you said in favor of reading. The only time he'd pay you any attention was to look at you indicating he wanted you to turn the page. At least he wasn't going crazy like the other two demons, if anything he was calm. However Murata would want you to start a different task soon.

"Would you be willing to do an in person session with Six today?," he asked you.

You blinked at him as you stood there. Sherlock Holmes book in hand as Six was already sat at the window waiting for you to open the book. "You want me to go on there with him? Are you kidding me?"

Murata shook his head. "No. There's a reason to it."

"And that is?"

"He only interacts with you. We've tried doing some outside tests giving him books and trying to have others read to him but he never interacts with us and he never reads any of the books we place in his cell. For some reason it's only you."

"I-..Look. I'm perfectly fine with sitting with him while he reads but my boyfriend would freak if he knew that I stepped inside with him. Plus ... it's kinda dangerous."

"Not at all! Six's temperament is actually very gentle. He hasn't done anything to any of the researchers who's been in his cell or when we give him food."

"Look. There's absolutely no way I'm going-"

"A thousand dollars bonus will be added to your paycheck each in person visit."

"....."

You flinched as the metal reinforced doors opened up a few inches, creaking loudly, and just enough for you to squeeze in. Hesitating you looked back to Murata whom gave you a thumbs up and big smile before you turned back forward and took an inhale. It's not like last time. You remembered a little fearful of the demon inside. Douma was clingy and crazy and Akaza was aggressive and territorial. Six was absolutely calm and outside of your reading sessions showed absolutely no interest in you otherwise. He didn't even bother to look at you while you on your normal shift cleaning up the cells and halls. Kokushibo was different. 

You pushed your head inside to look around and instantly spotted the demon staring at you from where he still sat down in front of the window. After a moment he stood up and started towards the center of the room. Once he did he continued to stare at you as you shimmied your way in and stopped. Jumping when the door closed with a giant sound. The two of you stood there staring at each other for a long while until you started moving further into the room. Shuffling closer and closer until you see a yard away from him. You both stared at each other before he looked at the book you held.

"Th-This is Sherlock Holmes," you explained to him, "This man goes around solving mysteries and bringing bad people to justice. You'll like it I think,Six."

He said nothing but allowed you to kneel down and opened the book. Like before he didn't say anything but just read the book you held as you nervously sat there until you were able to get out, breathing a sigh of relief as you were finally able to stand on the other side. 

"That was incredible! I think we should continue with the in person sessions from now on and see how it progresses from there!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Trust me! With your record of interactions with demons, this ought to be great!"

"That's not reassuring."

So it continued. You started doing in person meetings with Six, making Kyojuro go nuts for a few weeks but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. Six hadn't literally even talked to you and just continued to stare at the books you held. After the fourth in person session you finally relaxed and got used to him. He literally did nothing so it was safe, plus your bank was great!! However Murata decided to be a genius once again and decided to push the demon forward. By presenting you a certain way.

"You want me to do what ?" 

"Where this kimono." He held up a white dress. 

"You're out of your mind! Why would I wear a kimono in there?"

"Because I want to see if his behavior will change if you wear a similar style to him. His clothing originate from traditional Japanese fashion, so perhaps some familiarity will provide more engagement from him."

"So...I just got to wear the dress? You guys are really-"

"You'll get two thousand instead as bonus compensation."

"...."

Six stared at you wide eyed and surprised as you walked in wearing a traditional pretty green kimono with your hair styled up. With a grimace you shot Murata an annoyed look through the window but he only gave you a thumbs up. With a sigh you turned back to Six only to help finding the demon standing up and before you. You stared up at him silently as he stared at you, before slowly he circled you. Walking around you all the way in a circle as you turned your head to follow him..

"Hm."

You jumped again. His him was a deep voice, curious... before he just went to go sit down like nothing happened again. From then on Murata wanted to try proceeding with different kimono dresses he just randomly ordered online some were plain ones while others were more detailed. Each one got a wide eyed but calm look from Six when you visited him, the pink one with long sleeves and cherry blossoms seemed to really please him as he hummed. However you were taken off guard one day when he was staring at the book.. before your hand was snatched up and you gasped loudly as he grabbed your wrist, before turning your palm to face him and saw the rectangle mark Akaza left on you. He was silent as he stared down at it before looked at you again. 

"Oh... That's.. Th-That's a mistake." You managed to pull your hand from him to clutch your fist. "Someone.. Someone marked me without me knowing and..a -and well I don't think I'll be able to get over it."

He said nothing as you clutched your hand but he did go back to looking at the book allowing you peace. However peace with this demon would not last long. You did the usual routine of bringing a book and Murata handing you a dress to get dressed in, this one white with a hood you hadn't really seen before but shrugged and put it on anyways. No big deal on your end. However when you stepped inside where he was already waiting, his expression was very different. 

Six eyes went wide in shock at the dress you wore, smiling at him from under the hood on your head. "Hello, Six. Sorry I'm so late. I had to get ready for our meeting."

He said nothing at first before getting up and then slowly starting to walk over to you. You said nothing at first assuming he wanted to examine the dress again but you weren't prepared for him to reached out a clawed hand to gently grab a strand of your hair, gently running it along his fingers before taking in your visage. Eyes wide open before they softened. 

"Six? What are you doi-"

"Kokushibo."

You froze. Eyes going wide as he took the chance to grab your hand. "Wha-What?"

"My name-" He spoke perfect human raising your hand to his mouth. "-is Kokushibo. My wife."

Your mouth fell open as his lips kissed the back of your hand and a second later the sting of his thumbnail cutting into your palm hit you. You squeaked out in pain pulling your hand from him and clutched your fist. A moment later you opened it and to your horror a cut was on your other palm and on it was the shape of an eye. Your world went still as you just stared at your palm then at him as he smiled at you.

Panic flushed through your veins before to his surprise you turned on your heels and RAN back towards the doorway. Squeezing your way out and back into the hallway in a panic. Murata immediately came up to you with a concerned look until he took saw the cut and blood on your palm. 

"MEDICAL ATTENTION!! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!!"

Everything after that was a blur. You were whisked away to Obanai to have your hand looked over. Multiple people were questioning you about what happened. Kyojuro showed up. A rare state of absolute fury as you could hear him RAGE at Murata because-

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T SEND HER IN THERE!! WHY WAS SHE LEFT VULNERABLE LIKE THAT?! AND WHY DID YOU THINK SENDING HER IN A WEDDING DRESS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"

"I-I didn't think it was a wedding dress!"

"YOU WEREN'T THINKING AT ALL!!"

Wedding dress? Your stomach felt queasy and you couldn't say anything when Kyojuro finally came in to look at you deathly calm and stern. 

"You are NEVER going to volunteer to the program again. I'm going to ask the director to release Six right away, but until then you are NOT going near there again. Do you understand what I'm saying?" You nodded guilty. "Good. Now get changed. I'm taking you home tonight."

You made no objections to him and was honestly tired so you allowed him to take you home and didn't mind him talking to the director about releasing Six... Kokushibo?? Whoever he was. You decided that demon from now on were NOT for you. You'd much rather clean up the aquariums where the mermaids were kept instead.

You stayed FAR AWAY from the demon wing from now on back on bathroom duty(which you hated) but you were at least happy when two weeks later Kyojuro confirmed that Kokushibo/Six was taken away to be released. He made you PROMISE him no more demons as they seemed to be attracted to you. You were happy to agree and settled down as the days went flying by.

However you didn't know the bigger problem awaiting at home just for you.

You were called in to double shift for a few coworkers a couple times that week so you were pretty exhausted from it all. You stopped by the grocery store on the way home and just barely was able to balance three paper bags in your arms and unlock the door, not noticing the window busted open. Pushing it in and then closing it behind you. Tired eyes just passing by the living room and crossing into the kitchen.

You passed by a man sitting on your comfortable fluffy rug and reading a book from your shelf. Clink- A small teacup clinked as he gently took a sip before he gently placed it back down and started reading the next page as if the woman didn't walk past him.

"Good evening, Dear."

"Hi." Your tired brain automatically responded without a thought as you placed the bags on the table.

"What are you cooking for dinner?"

"Tonkatsu and rice balls." Again you responded automatically just tiredly reaching into bags and setting things up on the table.

"Ah. A simple but delicious dish."

"Uh huh."

You passed by the doorway towards the stove with a package of uncooked rice. Step. Step. Ste-....Tired eyes suddenly blinked open wide nearly bugging out of her skull...Feet slowly turned around and walked back towards the doorway. Step. Step. Step. Half her body leaned back out of the doorway...Thud. A bag of rice fell from her hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud seeing the figure of a VERY tall demon sitting on the floor of her living room in a meditative state, one hand holding a murder mystery novel as the other gently lifted the teacup back to his face which was mostly obscured by long burgundy bangs. A long tail flicking every now and then.

You still stared at him before he calmly turned to stare six eyes at the rice bag. "You dropped our dinner."

"W-What are you doing in my house?!"

"Spouses do tend to share a home." He simply turned back to his book. "Finish dinner and then we'll discuss the arrangements further."

"Further arrangements?!"

"Yes. I've noticed that you have a spare bedroom that's empty. I'd like to convert that to our children's nursery."

"CHILDREN?!"

"Yes. I've always wanted a large family however I'll be just fine with one as well."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You held up your hands showing off the marks. "Look..Six-"

"Kokushibo."

You sighed. "Kokushibo. I think there's been a really big misunderstanding between us. We're not...spouses. I was seeing someone WAY before I even met you."

"The demon spouses that abandoned you."

"No! They were misunderstood too! I wasn't flirting with them! Or you! I already have a boyfriend and I'm not interested in you or them or anyone else but my boyfriend. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I just don't care." Your mouth dropped open. "Why don't you cook dinner and we can talk things over then?"

"I just- ..You...UGH!! YOU DEMONS ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!!"

"I find madness attractive," he stated bluntly making you gawk at him. "You still left the rice on the floor."

You didn't know what to do or what to say. It's not like you could just walk up to Kyojuro and be like 'the demon who flirted with me is back and is living in my house believing were husband and wife'. He'd go nuts! You could loose your job! The facility might even decide to study you both as a part of their stupid program. So for now you decided to keep your mouth shut until you could figure something out. 

But unluckily for you things were about to get even MORE complicated.

"I'm leaving for a while," Kokushibo spoke to you one day before you left for work. "I have a few things to settle at my old home before I permanently move in. It'll take a while so expect me to not be back for a while." Then he had the audacity to kiss your lips before leaving. "Do not fret, Moonlight. I'll return as soon as I can."

It was hard to explain to Kyojuro why you were angry blushing all day at work. As if to add more to your bad luck the next two weeks were also filled with double shifts because some of your coworkers got sick suddenly. It was one of those days you had to do a double shift because a coworker called in sick. Stupid chickenpox. You ended up having to clean up the entire research lab by yourself! You didn't even get home that night until around nine! By then the sun at already set and you were exhausted. So exhausted that you just walked up to the door and didn't bother to notice it was busted open until you held up your keys to unlock the door and went to grab the door knob only to freeze as it swung open wide with a creak from you lightly touching it. You froze as your eyes stared at it. Noticing the claw marks on the wood, and the busted lock..And then looking into the darkness and freezing up as two rainbow orbs stared at hou-

"LOVE!!"

You shrieked as something rushed from the darkness and the keys fel from your hands as you were snatched up into two strong cold arms. You screamed again looking up into the face of-....You paused. And blinked.

"DOUMA?!"

The blonde demon cooed squeezing you more against him earning a growl from the darkness. You snapped back into the dark only to freeze again seeing-

"AKAZA!?"

The pink haired demon GLARED at the blonde one as he stepped out of the doorway before hissing something at the blonde in demon tongue. Douma blinked, looked over, before gaining a sultry look. He cooed at Akaza before puckering his lips and leaning forward- Akaza SQUEALED OUT in a way a woman scared of a mouse would and stumbled back into the house away from Douma who only paused.. before cooing again at Akaza's indignant hiss. You looked between them before reaching up a hand to rub your temples.

"I'm in deep shit."

Then something even WORSE happened. A tall shadow fell upon all three of you causing sll of you to turn to the doorway and standing there in the darkness was the unmistakable figure of Kokushibo. Akaza immediately hissed taking a protective stance and Douma just tilted his head curiously. 

".....What is the meaning of this?"

"Let me rephrase that. I'm in REALLY deep shit."

****

[archivalofsins]

I am excited to see the T3 sprites of the Prisoners, I've been thinking about how they may look (Yuno w/ different hair? Mikoto w/o restraints? Etc) and wanted to ask you what you thought they may look like for T3

WE GET TO MEET THE KING OF THE MASQUERADE!!!

We get to finally see behind the act- I know you brought up Yuno with different hair and Mikoto without restraints but I saw this ask a day ago and immediately went we finally get to see! He's finally gonna introduce himself- WOOOOOO! Yeah let's meet the king of the masquerade baby!

We did exactly what he asked so I'm expecting a proper introduction.

"Lick that sin and oppose punishment, until you can meet the king of the masquerade."

We opposed punishment alright,

I want to meet him soooo bad. No one has any idea. I'm sooo excited to see him now- I hope he's let it all slip. I wanna hear,

"All those things I wanna do that I can’t say out loud."

I'm soooo happy about it this is why I wanted him innocent this is why i said nothing during his trial. I wanna see sooo bad. The fact that he teased it like that was soooo mean. He was like,

Kazui: You're almost there, you're almost at the finale don't you want to see what happens if you keep indulging my bullshit come on~ Just follow the king of the masquerade.

My ass,

Me: Oh god he made it sound so tempting... My one weakness curiosity. Innocent just innocent him again. No, I don't care that she fell backwards which is more indicative of being pushed than actively choosing to commit suicide. I need to see the whole act okay. We can talk about everything else later. I don't care if he's pulling a pied piper- I don't give a fuck! Fuck it we ball. I'm an adult and I can make bad choices in the comfort of fiction if I want to. I'm gonna shut my mouth not say anything and do whatever I can to get this man innocent.

Kazui,

"Heh, heh got another one."

Well as they say curiosity killed the cat and I don't think satisfaction is gonna bring it back in this case.

But got damn if I'm not gonna be satisfied. All that to say i have no clue how Kazui will look but I am here for it.

Mikoto I expect to be unrestrained. Futa I'm kind of expecting him to not have an eyepatch any longer possibly for his eye to have healed. Since the person to have examined him was Shidou and they may use Futa's eye healing to hint at Shidou's dishonesty/malpractice. I thought Yuno may cut her hair. She may do it to have a style reminiscent to Mahiru's like a way of remembering her. That would be really cool.

I'm hoping and somewhat expecting Amane's hair to have grown out and possibly a uniform change if they decide to show their in real time ages this trial. I don't know which way it will go with her restraints though. I'm thinking there will be some visible injuries on a few prisoners much deeper bruising. Depending on how the deaths happened i.e if there was a struggle or not there could be no visible injuries.

I'm interested in what clothing changes we'll get. I wonder if Mu will still be wearing her jewelry. How Kazui's pants and shoes may change. If Futa will take the hoodie off or change his shoes and pants to fit the salvation thing he's been pushing. I'm wondering if Mikoto will change his hair a slicked back look would be nice.

I'm also interested in the trial three sprite art to see Amane standing up straight again to check her height. Plus I wonder if she'll have her hat back or a new one. Those are just things I'd like. I think to extent we all expect them to look broken up or weathered. Though I expect some of them will be looking as though nothing had happened if not all of them.

It would be interesting if they drew some inspiration from their fourth anniversary funeral art. When it comes to the designs. I'm sorry this isn't much of answer just food for thought. There's so many direction they can take it- It's impossible for me to settle on what would be the most interesting or what I'm expecting.

Since I am really just taking it in stride. I could make some guesses but it would be more so about their demeanors. I'm kind of expecting Mikoto to be a bit cocky similar to how Mu was trial two. Everyone innocent trial one was smiling trial two but Kotoko. However she wasn't really smiling to begin with.

I think it would be interesting to have a few more innocent prisoners not smiling. I could imagine Yuno, Futa, and Amane being the one's not smiling. In contrast I could imagine Kotoko and Mu smiling despite being guilty. Mikoto and Kazui are up in the air for me.

But that's all my thoughts on that. Sorry, again that this wasn't that in depth.

[p0pcorn-hearts]

It's Kawaii~Chan time

I am gonna ramble about my rewrite so yknow, enter the theater with caution

I just wanna start off by saying I renamed her to Hanami, which is the Japanese word for flowers viewing, more specifically viewing cherry blossoms. I figured this fit her more "cutesy" design as well as her usually pink and white color pallette. Also excuse me if they look bad, these were made a bit ago and I, for some reason, decided it'd be best to use the mirror tool the entire time

So, for her Phoenix Drop High uniform I just redesigned the uniform and gave her the same every girl will have. I changed it to have a blazer and a longer skirt like actual school uniforms in America although I kept the socks, loafers, and bow because those all fit, I'm just also giving everyone the same pair of socks.

Her season 1 outfit has been drastically changed. I decided I wanted her to have a more lolita-esque style instead of just vaguely cute, and let's all be real here, her season 1 outfit sucked. So, I gave her a longer, puffier skirt, a shit ton of ruffles, and some cute gloves. I think now is also the time to have a little fun fact section about meif'was. Their nails and hair grow faster than humans, with their nails growing than both humans and werewolves. That's why Hanami has long nails and freakishly long hair

Next up is her adorable Love~Love Paradise outfit. I'm actually super happy with how it turned out and I'm in love with her little buns. Her bathing suit with all its ruffles was made up by me :D

Her Lover's Lane outfit is the one that went the most unchanged because it's honestly my favorite outfit of her's. It just looks the most visually appealing with the addition of dark pink being a primary color. I just changed the dress up a bit with the neckline and added ruffles

Starlight is honestly my favorite. There's just something about color block clothes that itches a scratch in my brain. The giant bow and see-through ruffles also added a lot. You cannot thank me though, I took this design from someone else's swimsuit. Her nails changing for the first time since season 1 and now having blue with the pink is also a nice nod to how she opens up to Zane about not really being herself

When Angels Fall. Oh God, When Angels Fall. I fucking *hate* their "disguises" in When Angels Fall. Buy I'll get into that later, right now, it's just Hanami. I didn't like her outfit much because she had literally never worn pants in the series before and to just suddenly toss her in a pair of jeans and t-shirt? Like it's supposed to show how drap everything is but why would she just have a t-shirt and jeans packed?? Starlight is an island resort and theme park, so most people will be wearing bathing suits, much more breathable fabrics than *jeans* and Starlight merch. That's why I gave her a different bathing suit bottom and a Starlight shirt. It's the least you can do when you're the most visually distinct character. She also is covered in bandages because cats, when stressed, will over groom and can injure themselves. So Hanami picks and scratches at her skin often due to stress so she has very chipped nail polish and is covered in bandages. Also she cut her hair (sad violin noises)

Her final outfit is for my "season 7". Jess hasn't made it but I want to eventually tie up my rewrite, so I'm making one. Me and my girlfriend refer to it as the "epilogue" although it's not really an epilogue, she just called it that once and I can't think of a better name. I gave her essentially a mix of her season 1 and Lover's Lane outfits because why not

Now that her designs are done I get to infodump about her personality (hehe)

She's basically the same as Kawaii~Chan, but I make her a better person. She doesn't manipulate Aphmau into joined her bakesale! She also tones down a lot, so while she still struggles with boundaries, especially when it comes to shipping, she doesn't have a fucking shipping shrine in her basement. She's also autistic in my rewrite, so her not getting boundaries, baking being her special interest, and her masking her behavior to fit what she thinks people want/expect of her all comes from that. Will I maybe end up projecting on her? With the shipping stuff yeah, but only because Aphmau and Kawaii~Chan made me think shipping people together until they stopped being friends with you was normal

So thats it, the exit to the theater is on the right, make sure to throw your trash away on the way out. Have a good day

[thatoddgent]

Sweetheart [Part Two] (Aether x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Wanna say a quick thank you for all the support that I've received on everything I've posted so far, I'm happy that people are liking what I'm working so hard on and I appreciate you all! This is part two to my Valentines Day post, so if you haven't read that yet then you can here! I hope that you like this, and feedback is always appreciated. <33

Genre: Smut, sweet and romantic since that's what won in the poll!

Warnings: Porn with plot, P in V sex, drunk sex? (Both parties and very light buzz), biting/marking, L bomb, blood (not super graphic).

The garden felt so lonesome, you staying back after bidding farewell to the ghoul so you could relish in the moment. It was almost surreal, but you don't have the time to sit around and think about it all day, you had a party to get ready for.

The siblings and staff were excused from wearing their habits and other such uniforms, instead they were expected to wear distinguished - yet still festive - clothing. Since you played a part in designing and putting together the suits for Papa and his ghouls, you were lucky enough to have an idea of how they would look, and decided to go for something that would play nicely with the colors Aether would be wearing.

Shuffling around through your closet, you finally found the dress you had been looking for, you didn't have much reason for dressing up in the abbey so you jumped at the opportunity to wear it.

Slipping out of your habit and veil, you get the dress situated on yourself and move to the mirror to make sure everything is in place. The dress was stunning, deep burgundy colored fabric clung to your body, with a slit on the thigh accentuating your hips. It had a modest neckline to distract from the sultry bottom half, with lacey off-the-shoulder sleeves hanging delicately from your arms. You paired the dress with a set of black heels that you knew you would be comfortable in, and a lovely little silver necklace with a purple stone.

You kept your makeup simple, not wanting it to get ruined in the midst of the party, applying a nice gloss with eyeliner and mascara, just enough to bring out the color of your eyes and the shape of your lips. A layer of hair was pinned back, leaving half of it down to further frame your face.

When you looked in the mirror, you were almost in awe, it had been so long since you had done yourself up like this, in a way, you missed it.

A knock at the door interrupted you from your thoughts, and you opened it to find Marjory smiling. Her mouth drops at the sight of you, and yours at her.

"Dear Asmodeus! You're going to be the star of the party showing up like that, you make me look like I'm doing nothing more than running a few arrands!"

You giggle at the sweet response, gesturing both hands up to her.

"Me? Look at you! No wonder you were able to steal that poor boys heart, I'd be more worried that you've stolen them from all the brothers in the ministry!"

You move to the side and gesture for Marjory to come in, leaving the door open in case any other friends happen to stop by. You two sit on the bed and talk, trying to pass some time while you wait for the Banquet to begin.

Eventually Liza finds her way into the room as well, mouth already going off spewing the latest gossip she could scrounge up.

"So," She begins. "Did he ask you?"

A goofy smile glues itself to your face, and you nod your head quickly, still giddy about the whole thing. And, once again, you have both of the girls squealing loud enough for those outside to hear. It's like when you first joined the ministry, no worries but fawning over boys and trying your best not to get caught slacking by your higher ups, you're glad that you've made such good friends.

You three quiet down a bit and continue talking until the church bells begin to bellow a melody throughout the halls, signally that the party is soon to start. The halls quickly fill with people making their way to the dining hall, which had been rearranged and decorated to look like a place that only royalty could afford. Copia was as victim to a love for flare and drama as his brothers before him, so it only made sense that he wanted to set the mood for romance.

You admired the room from the doorway, waiting and looking for the ghoul you were set to enter with. You felt yourself getting nervous as you watched countless other sisters find their partners and seat themselves at the tables, he wouldn't have stood you up, right?

Now that you think about it, Papa wasn't here, neither were the others ghouls that were to accompany him. Before you had a chance to wonder any longer, an elderly sister came up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Go on dear, enjoy the fun. I'm sure that who you're looking for will find you in due time, don't soil it by waiting out here all night."

You smile at the woman and nod, taking one last look in the hall before entering the hall, finding a seat next to Liza. She looked at you with a hint of worry in her eyes, she was without a date too, but you shouldn't be wallowing with her right now, unlike her you had plans.

She nudged your arm with her elbow and offered you a smile, which you returned quickly. Even if something did happen, at least you had her. Your gaze fell to the centerpieces that you three had worked on just a few hours earlier.

Sweet music soon started wafting through the air, and everyone went silent waiting to see what was happening. The giant double doors on the opposite side from where you had entered opened, and there stood the beloved Papa Emertitus IV, clad in a deep crimson suite with purple detailing. Behind him stood an entourage of ghouls, though you couldn't much make them out in the dark of the night.

Copia started making his way inside, kissing the hands of a few sisters on his way to the table which was reserved for him and his group. As they filed in, it was revealed that the ghouls all were holding bundles of flowers, which they began passing out to the brothers in their seats.

"Love," Papa's voice rang out. "It's what binds us. Family, friends, lovers. Today we celebrate it, and cherish it, for it is truly something special, and with these roses you will share that love with those closest to you."

By the time Papa had finished speaking, the roses had all been passed out, save for the ones that a few of the ghouls had saved for themselves. The anxiety that you felt earlier began to grow, you weren't sure if you could wait. You saw Aether standing there, in front of everyone, holding a single rose in his hands.

Copia threw his arms out towards the crowd, and smiled.

"Please, begin my friends!"

All of the brothers began gifting their roses, some standing up to find and confess to sisters that had been without partners. You simply sat and watched, occasionally looking over to Liza who laughed at anyone who was turned down, as well as turning down any man who attempted to offer anything to her.

Your eyes wandered to the large table that Papa was to sit at, and saw that he and the ghouls were all whispering to one another. He looked around, and once everyone had sat down, he nodded his head.

Once he did that, the ghouls that had save roses made their way out into the crowd, and began confessing on their own. Your heart began to throb as you saw the large ghoul you were eyeing walk over to where you were sitting, reaching out a hand for you to take.

Liza had to hold in a scream at the sight. You took Aether's hand and rose from your seat, looking up at him with loving eyes. He was incredibly handsome, he wore a black dress shirt and pants with a tie that matched the color of your dress, and he was still sporting his usual silver rings and bracelet.

All of the ghouls were wearing black masks that covered the top half of their face, leaving their hair and lips free. It was probably the most you had seen of Aether, and you loved every part of it.

"I know I already asked, but there's no harm in making sure." He smiles. "Would you like to join me?"

You accept the rose from his other hand and hold it close, nodding slowly. He gently pulls you next to him, and leads by the hand back to his table, along with the other ghoul's and their partners.

You all sat down, and the party began, food being brought out and served on some of the most beautiful plates and cutlery that you had every seen.

"Copia sure knows how to party." You whisper at Aether.

"You think he set this up alone? He had to ask the girls to help pick forks because 'There was too many'."

You both try to stifle your laughs to not draw attention, but a few of the others ghouls still look over.

You and Aether start eating, joking around and talking in between bites. He's really such a sweet guy, you never once feel uneasy or nervous, even thought your table is front an center. He even wipes a bit of food away from your lips without drawing attention to it, not want to embarrass you.

A couple of hours pass, and soon everyone is done talking and eating, which means it's about time for the coveted afterparty. Everyone begins to stand and leave the room, some going to their bedrooms and others going to the ballroom to continue socializing. Your group starts to leave, and you help to pick up a couple of plates and such from the tables on your way out. Aether watching you lovingly, and copying your actions.

Once you make it to the ballroom, you can't help but let your mouth fall open, admiring the beautiful decor that had been set up. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, with shimmering crystals that reflected the different colors of the room. Ribbons were also hung up, with flowers and loose petals littering the room and floor. Music also played, it was soft and slow, truly romantic, though you were sure that would change when people got more in a different kind of mood.

Aether placed a hand of the small of your back and led you inside, the both of you ending up in front of Marjory and Liza, as well as the brother that asked Marjory out and... another sister?

Liza looked at you and blushed, introducing you do her date, a shy looking girl who you never really expected to be her type. They really did look good together, and you were glad she wasn't left alone.

You introduced Aether to your friends as well, making sure to keep them and their gawking in line. Once you were all settled in, you migrated to the dance floor and started to join the large group of slow dancers.

His hands found its way to the home of the crook of your waist, while yours wandered up to rest around his neck. You looked up to him, able to see his eyes much clearer than his usual mask, they were big and a little downturned, and so loving. The lights from above shined down and lit up his eyes beautifully, you were captivated.

The music moved you both, making you sway softly in each other's arms. In your eyes, there was no longer anyone but him, the both of you together, because that’s all you needed. It was almost foolish how quickly the two of you fell for one another, but the way he held you, the way that he pulled your body so close to his, if this was foolish then you would happily spend your life living a comedy, because this is all you could dream of.

You both continued to look into each others eyes, not breaking your gaze for a second. Your hands slowly snaked away from his neck and rested on the sides of his jaw, cradling him with a touch he had never known. He moved his head lower, letting it sit just close enough that you could feel the warm tickle of his breath, but he didn’t move any closer, he didn’t dare.

He was waiting, waiting for you to decide if this is what you wanted, the poor man wanted nothing more than to embrace you and feel the warmth of your lips on his, but he sat patiently.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, and just as quickly, your lips to his own. His lips were soft and a bit chapped, brushing so beautifully against yours, the kiss was nothing but the love that you felt in that moment, no lust or ill intent, just love.

You couldn't tell if it lasted forever, or if it didn't last long enough, but eventually you two had to pull apart. Aether's eyes were almost glazed over with a look that you couldn't exactly place, but your eyes shone with the same light back at him. You both shared that look for the rest of the afterparty, stealing glances from one another even when you were across the room, like two little lovesick puppies.

As the night continued, you both drank a bit, not enough to get overly drunk, but there was a visible haze of blush spread across your cheeks. Aether was able to handle his liquor better than you were, you could barely even tell than he had anything to drink. Marjory and Liza, as well as their dates, found their way back over to you and decided to finish the party off with a bang, dragging you to the dance floor once again for a dance that was just a bit less innocent.

Everyone was pressed close up to their partners, hardly leaving any room to breath between them, and you two were no different.

Your chest pressed against Aether’s, you two enveloped in another kiss, one that was more passionate than the last one. Your hands were ruffled in his hair, and his rested just above your ass, robbing you of his touch in a way that was almost criminal.

You felt a prodding at your stomach, and those silly little butterflies began to flutter around again. Tugging at Aether’s hair a bit, trying to get him as close as your bodies would allow, you earned a low grunt in response, and you can tell that you’re done for.

Aether bites your lip before pulling away from the kiss, staring at you with pupils blown so wide that if you were any further they would look completely black. He shoots a glance to the rest of the people there, taking note of the vulgar grinding and fondling going on, if you both wanted this then he wouldn’t stand for it happening in a place like this.

“Would you want to maybe go somewhere else? It’s getting a little..” His voice trails off a tad.

“Horny in here?” You finished his sentence, blunter than either of you expected.

You both burst out laughing, it’s almost beautiful the way that, even when in a mood like this, there’s still room for laughter.

“I would love to, Aether. I’ve always wondered what the ghouls bedrooms looked like, would you care to show me?”

The color of his face deepened, and he nodded quickly. You smile and go to take off your heels so you can walk a little more comfortably, but it seems Aether has been waiting for your departure. He takes your shoes from your hands and turns his back towards you, signally for you to hop on.

“Poor feet are probably killing you, I’ll give you a ride so you have have a break.”

You shake your head and laugh before hopping on him, a little uneasy at first due to being higher than you usually stand. Aether wraps his arms under your hips to hold you nice a snug, and starts making his way to his bedroom.

The way there is filled him comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. Your face is nestled against his neck again, feeling his soft hair tickling at your skin.

Before you come to notice, Aether’s setting you down gently on probably the softest bed you’ve ever touched. You admire the decor for just a second before planting your eyes back on the man of the hour, and the sight of him is down right intoxicating.

He stands just above you, looking down with disheveled hair and foggy eyes. A hand snakes it’s way up to your face, caressing your check softly.

“Are you sure that you want this?”

Your heart feels so full and warm, the smile on your face radiating that same feeling. You lean up a bit and place a small kiss on his cheek.

“I would never want it with anyone else, Aether.”

The moment he got the okay, his lips are back on yours, they’re so warm and inviting he just can’t help but kiss them whenever he gets the chance. His hands move to your back, finding and undoing the zipper of your dress before carefully pulling it off of you.

You feel a bit shy, being so exposed to someone, but try not to bring attention to it, that is until-

“Wow…” Aether whispers just loud enough to hear.

You look at him, worried something might be wrong, that maybe he changed his mind now that he saw you. Those thoughts are swatted away though when he wraps his arms around you in a firm, but careful embrace, just holding you close for a moment.

“I can’t believe that I have you here, that you’re mine. You’re so… Wow.”

Your face must be burning up, but you push through that, and your slight anxiety, and pull his arms to the clasps of your bra. He undoes them, a bit clumsily, but it’s charming.

Once your bra comes off, Aether truly cannot keep his hands, eyes, or mouth away from you. He pecks your lips just one more time, before kissing his way to your jaw, then your neck, all the way down until he reaches your chest. He nips at your skin, looking to see what reaction you have to it before he continues appreciating every inch of you.

No wonder he’s one of Papa’s closest ghouls, big, strong, talented, and from the looks of it, incredibly dedicated to worship.

“Aether,” your voice is small and shaky. “Please.”

He rises to meet your gaze, leaning in next to your ear.

“Please what, tesorina?”

You feel likes your going to burst, and he must be too, judging by his shallow breath.

“Please, I need you.” You swallow a breath, trying to calm down. “All of you.”

Aether says nothing before he starts shedding his clothes, being more careless than he was with yours, and you remove your underwear while he does so. He pushes himself onto the bed, pulling you carefully under him and massaging your thighs.

“How can I say no to such a pretty thing like you?”

You feel him grind himself against your folds, rubbing against your clit every so often. Once he’s a little more slicked up, he positions himself and slowly starts to slide into you. It doesn’t hurt, but the sheer stretch of him makes you whimper a bit.

He shushes you, offering words of comfort and praise while he works himself deeper.

“Shhh shhh… Atta girl, you’re taking it so good, just a little more.”

Your head spins, swirling all of his words like little whirlpools, and you were drowning in them. So drunken by the things he was saying, they all started to blur together, and the feeling of him finally sheathing himself fully inside you was almost disorienting.

Hands gripped his wide shoulders, looking for any kinda of support while the same pathetic whimpers fell from your lips. Aether was there though, making sure to kiss away any discomfort before he ever dreamed of moving, not wanting to push too far too fast.

You subconsciously grind your hips into his, once again earning yourself a low groan from the ghoul. Your hands wander to his face and then to the back of his head, finger lacing in the strap of his mask. His body tensed for a second, but with a deep breath he replaces your hands with his own, unlatching the strap and removing it from his face.

You stared, as hard as you tried not to, you did. His eyes had caught you in a trap earlier with their deep stretches of color, but seeing him now, for all he was, the only word you could describe it as would be blessed.

He was obviously nervous, biting his lip waiting for any kind of response from you. So you told him the only words that you could grasp in that ever rushing mind of yours.

“I love you, Aether.”

His hips almost instinctively thrust, hitting as deep into you as you could take him. You must have hit some kind of nerve - or rather - need, inside of him, because he hurried his head in the valley of your chest his breathing was shaky.

“Please…” His voice wobbled from his throat. “Say it again?”

You smiled, it was so cute seeing the things that really got him going.

“I love yo-“

Another deep thrust caught you off guard, your words being replace with an unexpectedly loud whine. He started moving his hips at a steady pace, slow but deep, dragging right against that extra soft little spot in you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes shut tightly, you relished the feeling of him filling you up, every movement driving you closer and closer to the edge. You swear, you were watching him fall more for you ever second he was inside you, his eyes were soft and his lips hung open just a tad, he was a sailor and you were his siren.

A hand moved from his shoulder to one of his horns, pulling him back down to kiss you. It wasn’t dirty, or lustful, it was that same kiss that he gifted you the first time.

He tried to keep at that slow pace, but the feeling of you clamping down on him, your skin pressed on his, it drove him wild and his thrusts started to speed up. You were starting to unravel underneath him, a mess of sweat and moans, and begging. You begged him for it, all of it, every little bit of him he could offer you.

“So close… Need…”

His head dipped down to your shoulder, where he placed a firm kiss, making you choke on your words.

“Mark me… Please…”

Almost as if he had been waiting, he opened his lips and dug his teeth into your shoulder, beads of blood dripping into his mouth. He slowed his thrust almost to a halt, but that didn’t stop you from grinding yourself on him, finally reaching your climax with an extremely lewd moan that was muffled by one of your hands. He joined you, giving a few deep thrust before his own release, his dick twitching while filling you with the warmest sensation you’ve probably ever felt.

He relaxes his jaw and pulls away from you, soothing the oncoming sting from the bite with his tongue as he lapped up any drips of blood still trying to escape. Your body was tired and your vision was blurry, so you simply tried to catch your breath until you regained a little stability.

Once Aether had stopped the bleeding, he lifted his head and rested it on your own, your noses pressed against one another.

“I love you too, tesorina. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You nodded your head, trying to sit up with him, but he planted you flat on your back. You were a little confused, until he pulled a towel from his closet and a change of clothes. He wiped up the cum that was now spilling out of you, careful not to rub on any spot that was too sensitive. Sitting you up, he slid one of his shirts over your head, and a nice pair of socks onto your feet, topped off with a tender kiss on the forehead.

He threw on a pair of boxers and got into bed, pulling you into his chest from behind, trying his best not to touch the fresh mark on your shoulder. You two cuddle like that for a while, and you eventually start to drift off, Aether leaving you one final bit of praise to dream of.

"Even like this, dolcezza, you're still so perfect. Goodnight, I'll see you in my dreams."

[satancopilotsmytardis]

""Everyone else sucks!" Magne says cheerfully." I think this sums up how you write the League's attitude pretty well, lol.

Though Toga is so sweet. She finally finds people who accept her quirk and are willing to give her blood as if it doesn't mean anything, as if it doesn't mean the world to Toga (they do know, they know now) and I love that for her.

"Dabi wishes he could take some of the work from his shoulders" They're so sweet. Especially with how much you make sure the reader knows Dabi does take off of Shigaraki's shoulders. Even here, when as a cat he can't work as much, he's helping.

I love Compress. Without Dabi, he's the second in command and he fills that position well. Of course Onigiri is actually first but since we don't count that...

Shigaraki arguing with his cat over said cat's drinking habits is funny as fuck. No wonder Compress thinks Onigiri is some kind of nomu.

The designer sounds fun! The thing about fashion! Yes! Absolutely! Especially since they're UA gym uniforms you'd think they would be fireproof, but no. God, I cannot imagine how expensive quirk adjusted clothes would be, if you think about how expensive even glasses can get (which are rarely covered by insurance). Damn.

It's interesting to see them pick their outfits! Nice!

Oof, being told off like that has to suck for Spinner, but it's something he needs to hear, especially since they're going to work with Stain in the future.

Oh, that's interesting! How Dabi views all of their resolves now that he's calmer than in canon. I like that a lot.

The League interacting with each other without the constant threat of death is so nice to see. I love that for them. They deserve a happy domestic life (of planning and training for terrorism).

I'm really happy that Muscular and Moonfish aren't part of the League here! It shows that they're really Shigaraki's group and he makes more confident decisions. I mentioned more of this in my last comment, but yeah, I like that a lot.

Dabi's trust in Shigaraki has grown so much since the first chapter. Not only Shigaraki, but everyone in the League. He trusts that they won't hurt him, that Tomura especially will keep him safe even while he's a cat and small. Ahhhh, I love this. Well, at least he trusts them not to hurt Onigiri. Dabi is once again seperating himself from the others by making a clear cut between Dabi and Onigiri. He thinks he can only be either one or the other. Oh damn.

The fact that Shigaraki especially tells the League that the Doctor is lying should he tell them to do anything really speaks of how much trust he has in the guy. It's none.

Compress being in physical pain about how Shigaraki washes his fancy clothes is very amusing.

"He can enjoy being human for a little while" if only Dabi knew how incredibly wrong everything starts going in the very next scene.

(I felt like with more scenes, I should add to my last comment and finish my reaction to this chapter! Thanks for giving us this!)

The League is a family!! Shigaraki didn't just give them a job, he gave them a home! It's all about connection baby!!!!

Magne deserves to be loud and supportive and really earning of the title "Big Sis" by treating the rest of them like family! Toga deserves to have people who accept her "evil" quirk as a part of her and not even blink about giving her what she needs to fuel it! And Compress deserves to show off how intelligent he is!

I think we all should spend more time thinking about how everyone being a superhero would affect pop culture and the world. Like Superhero movies? Documentaries now. So do the Sci-fi and Fantasy genres take off more? In a world with people with non-standard human biology, are there more years required to train as a doctor? If there aren't, how many more medical malpractice suits are made? Why does the fashion in the age of superheroes look so similar to that of fashion from well before that time? I can't get into all of these things in my writing, but it's something that SHOULD be considered in the world-building. MHA rests on the idea that all entertainment comes from heroes, heroes are the toys, heroes market products, heroes make clothes, etc. But I would like to mention if that is true, it speaks to an even more stilted and withered version of culture than has been explored in the Canon.

Spinner's having a rough time, but just like Shigaraki having to see his ideas/behaviors were stunting his growth, Spinner is at a point where he needs that too. This guy went from a law-abiding citizen to a villain from watching some videos online of a serial killer. That's not a great pipeline, and it's clear he's kind of using his obsession with Stain to keep from deeply examining the societal and racial injustice that he's been facing his whole life and deciding how he wants to fight back against that. He has strong beliefs, but he'll only be able to see them realized and stand up on his own if he takes the time to figure himself out and not just try to rip-off of someone else's.

Muscular and Moonfish are never part of my League! All my homies hate Muscular and Moonfish! ✊🏼

Thank you for going back for the rest of the chapter and commenting here! I'm so glad that you found so much to enjoy in the missing material! 🖤

[yoki-doki-then]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Halcyon

"There's too many bloody kids running around."

"Well, of course there are. It's Little Lady's Day."

A maid and butler take a reprieve by one of Ul'dah's larger fountains, seated on its edge. Nearby, their charge, a young lady as Lalafell as them, shows off her newest accessory to a gaggle of her peers. It's a tiara that's far too shiny, most of the appeal being given from glitter and a glossy varnish over cheap metal, but it delights the young ones regardless. For their elders? Gods, it's hard to look at. The sun just seems to hit all its sharp edges in a way designed to blind you.

So the maid continues to whine. "That headpiece is five times what it should cost. Frankly, I could get an authentic tiara for the same. And there's too many perfumes in the air; I can barely breathe! I swear, L-L-D is just an excuse for merchants to prey on everyone who wants to be a princess. I can't tell if Yoki smells of wood, of berry, of ocean, or of flower at this stage. I get hit with every sample she's indulged whenever we pass her."

"Mmm, it makes your sister happy, Toto," says the butler, Aiaika.

Totolili groans as he lays his head on his partner-in-servitude's lap, hoping to feel some of the fountain's succor on his brow. What was meant to be a fun bit of gender-roleplay turned out to be an exercise in finding out just how heavy a petticoat could be. How fragile an untrained gait could be in pumps. How suffocating a collar secured with a bow could be. And every time he tried to adjust this frilly uniform, his beloved was there to swat his hand, as he's no doubt sure hers was swatted when she trained for the job he's been playing at taking.

"Aika. I'm sorry. I need to shut my eyes for a spell. Just keep an eye on Yoki for a minute."

He feels his nose being flicked. "A maid doesn't relinquish her duties, nor a butler for that matter. There are less than human. They are as reliable as furniture." He hears the smile creep into her voice. "Though, a creaking chair does deserve Byregot's tender touch for doing its duty so well."

Toto shoots up, sitting perfectly, hands on his lap. "Yes, sir," he says, doing his best to mimic Aika's normal tone, but can't help but let a mix of way too many feelings on the suggestion turn it into a squeak. She scoots closer to him, and their fingers entwine at their sides, hidden from their charge's sight under the many, many folds of his skirt.

"... I wish I was more a part of her world, sometimes," Toto quietly says, leaning into his woman.

"Well, you could hardly be blamed. More than a decade between you."

"She spent so much time growing up bedridden. Some days I hoped she'd just fade away, finally. Mom and dad spent so much time at her side. I liked to tell myself it was for her sake that I wanted her pain to end, but I was a teenager, I know that I..."

"Everyone has dark thoughts. Good people don't indulge in them."

He sighs, hand reaching over to hold her arm. "Please never coddle me."

"I don't, and I won't."

"I just don't feel like a brother to her. I am. I try. But how do I relate? There's no shared struggle. I think a four-year difference could mean it'd be all right for me to bully her in a sport of some sort, but as many as we have? That's just cruel. It's like having to step back down the ladder of life to play pretend. I'm always wearing a mask around her. It's a happy one. But it is a mask. And I don't think I'll ever take it off."

Aika's fingers weave through his hair, which is long enough that his headdress looks more fitting than she's sure Toto would enjoy. The pads of her fingers weave circles against his scalp, the gentle rustling filling his ears, her thumbs giving the slightest pressure to his temple. "You wore a mask around me when we first met. Are you still wearing it now?"

"... No," Toto says. "I suppose not."

"You don't feel like you need to turn your nose up every time you saw me in the halls?"

"If I didn't, I would have stared."

It's Aika's turn to be quiet. She finds a hand reaching up to her head, coiling her unnaturally colored bob around an index. "... Hush, you," she says, before silencing him with what was meant to be a short kiss. But when Toto sinks back into her, it goes on. It goes on beyond what anyone should see in public. Nothing as sloppy as what desperate teens would do, but it's such a kiss of love that it makes people question their own lot in life. The kind of kiss where time freezes, because the world itself wants to watch.

"What're you doing?" asks their princess, a part of the world.

"G-guh!" says Toto, pulling back sharply. He looks at his little sister with wide eyes, their matching red orbs locking as he sees the princess in an outfit so layered it makes his maid uniform look positively breezy. Her hair is pulled up into two immaculately braided buns, jewels woven in their securing bands. "N-Nothing. Just..."

"My lady," starts Aika. "Your lordly brother was worried his breath would smell. I was inspecting."

"Hehe, bad breath."

"I do no-" Totolili realizes the peril of stockings, as they provide no protection from a silencing stomp. "I do."

"Can we go see the Songstress? I think she's performing soon?"

Yoki's maid and butler look at one another with a smile. They give one hidden squeeze with their entwined hands, and rise with palms demurely against their laps. A curtsey, a bow. Toto, of course, stumbles through the more complicated gesture.

"Okay!" Yoki says. "This way!" Somehow, she makes an eager jog look cute, and her charges call her name in their chase.

[aquamine-amarine]

It’s time for Part 3 of “I hate the fucking anime adaption so fucking much”. Part 2 is here.

I clearly need to be buying every single Nakayoshi issue because they keep hiding news in them that no one talks about, unless I see some Japanese fan on Twitter post about it. I saw this ad in the issue the night before the color illustrations were revealed. Like last time, seeing them in color only made me more annoyed. The themes are getting really ridiculous now. This one is "classical train station attendant clothing". Why. I know early on I wanted to see them in clothing besides their uniforms and transformations, I don't like these stupid themes though. Why they won't do a Halloween theme or wedding season theme is beyond...

Fucking anime art again, ugh. Three times now, it's too fucking much. If this isn't proof that they're absolutely planning on doing a reboot, I don't know what is. At least get a new fucking character design, God. I don't think I ever shared this character designer's Twitter account. Here it is. Yeah, that's Amu looking like a slut in the banner.

This needs a DRASTIC change just like the difference between the two Rozen Maiden anime adaptions. Completely different studio and character designer. It was a massive improvement. I'm so afraid of Satelight getting their hands on it again. I just don't see the results being as good as some past examples, where the original studio that fucked up the anime in the first place was also in charge of the reboots and actually redeemed themselves and made the adaption faithful to the manga. I'm talking about FMA and FMA: Brotherhood (Bones) and Sailor Moon and Sailor Moon Crystal (Toei Animation). Please, get a new character designer that actually references the manga art because this current guy does not. It will forever drive me insane that literally no one understand that Ikuto's hair and eyes are DARK BLUE not this shitty shade of blue (or purple) they keep using.

I'm happy to see that the Japanese fandom is actually expressing dislike for this (finally, it's about time), and none of them are happy with how Ikuto looks, obviously because he's just so out of character. One of them even posted a fixed version that made all their expressions better. At least Amu actually looks like herself this time, unlike those awful idol illustrations. Although her eye looks a little weird.

[itzpris15634]

Butterflies (ft. Blythe and Roger)

A bright, sunny afternoon in the Suburbia neighborhood. It was a lovely day to tend to gardens.

As Roger watered the flower bushes, his 7-year-old daughter Blythe sat quietly in the shade, drawing. Roger was so proud that Blythe had found herself a hobby. And she was good at it too, especially for her age.

As he tipped over the watering can to water the next bush, something caught his eye. Something small and light, flapping in the air…

"Blythe, come here!" Roger called his daughter over. "A butterfly!"

"A butterfly?!" Blythe looked up from her sketching in excitement. She left her sketchbook on the table and ran over to her father's side. She jumped in joy when she noticed the little insect.

"A butterfly! Woah, it's so pretty!" Blythe said.

"Absolutely," Roger nodded.

Finally, the butterfly flapped away in another direction, leaving the Baxter's garden.

"Aww, bye bye little butterfly!" Blythe waved the creature goodbye.

"You know Blythe… your mother really liked butterflies. She found them fascinating."

"Really?"

"Yeah. When were in highschool, she'd constantly mention bugs whenever we talked. She even took entomology in college."

"En…toe…wha?"

Roger chuckled, "Entomology. The study of insects. And butterflies are insects."

"Ohhh… Okay, okay! Wow, I wanna draw butterflies now!"

"Well, go right ahead!"

Blythe walked back to the shaded part of the garden, where the table with her sketchbook lay. Once there, she got back to drawing.

Roger smiled. He was so, so lucky to have this little girl.

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15-year-old Blythe was seated on the couch, sketching. She had her music playing through her headphones.

"Hey, Blythe?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"Can I see your sketchbook?"

The question made Blythe shiver.

"Uh… why? You don't think I'm up to anything, do you…?"

"No! No. I trust you, Blythe. I know you wouldn't. I just wanna see your pages about butterflies again."

"Oh. Sure thing, Dad!" Blythe flipped the sketchbook over to the right page, then handed it to her father.

"Ah, I see…" Roger hummed as he examined every little sketch, "Wow. Wow! You're doing butterfly-inspired jewelry?"

"Yeah!"

"That's great! Totally great. Super great. Lovely."

"…Is there any particular reason you wanted to look into my sketchbook?"

"Uhm…" Roger hummed as he sneakily took out his phone and took a picture of the page, "No reason at all."

"You just took a picture of it."

"No I didn't," Roger immediately shoved the phone back into his pocket, and the sketchbook back into Blythe's hands.

"Lovely sketches, Blythe! You're really good at this."

He was clearly dodging her questions, but today she was going to not mind it. So instead, she said;

"Thanks, Dad!"

"You know, if you're up for it, would you like to go to art school? I think you'd be fit for that."

"Oh, I was actually thinking of something more like… fashion design. Like, fashion university."

"Ooh, fashion! Very ambitious. What are your goals for that one?"

"I'm… not really sure yet! Work at a fashion magazine? Start my own fashion business? I dunno."

"I see. Well, who knows? You've got plenty of time to think about that! What are you in again? 7th grade?"

"Mhm."

"Yep. Plenty of time!"

---

A few weeks later, Roger was on some sort of overnight trip. He was heading to Britain this time? Yeah…

So when Blythe heard the doorbell ring, she bolted over to the door to check who it was.

"Who is it?"

"Blythe, it's me! I'm home!"

When Blythe opened the door, she found her father standing there, dressed in his pilot's uniform.

"Dad! Welcome home!" She didn't hesitate to give him a big hug, which Roger gladly returned. "How was the trip?"

"Lovely! In fact, I've even got a few things for you!"

"F-for me? Really?"

"Hmmm… I'll show you after dinner! Come on. I got some food on the way back here." Roger said in a sing-songy voice, whistling on his way to the kitchen to prepare the food.

"Bah, cliffhanger…"

-

"Mmm, that was some really good food!" Blythe sighed, satisfied and happy with the night's meal, "Which restaurant did you get this from?"

"Oh, not exactly a restaurant. You know Ms. Lora's place?"

"Lora Hall? The lady who lives… 7 houses down from here?"

"Yeah, her. Her daughter recently started up a cooking business, so I checked it out."

"That's amazing! Do they have anywhere I can leave a 5 star review?"

Roger chuckled, "No, I don't think so. It's just a neighborhood thing, y'know? But I'll be sure to tell them that the next time I pass by their place!"

Father and daughter laughed together, enjoying each other's company.

But then, Blythe remembered.

"Hey, Dad. I remember you mentioning you had something… for me?"

"Oh! I do, yes I do! Here, let me just…" Roger reached into his bag, digging around in it, looking for something. Finally, he brought out a tiny little box.

"Wait… jewelry?" Blythe asked in disbelief.

"Yes! Or no. Maybe. Open it and find out."

Blythe followed the instructions. Her fingers took careful hold of the lid of the box, gently lifting up to reveal…

"A… candy necklace." Blythe held up the confection jewelry, looking at it with a raised brow and a look of confusion.

"Yes! A great addition to your closet, right? At least until you eat it. Or the ants do…"

Blythe simply rolled her eyes, chuckling, "Dad…"

Roger couldn't help but chuckle as well, "Okay, no, but seriously. Here's your actual gift." He presented another little box to Blythe, taking back the candy necklace (which he promptly ate).

When Blythe opened the new box, she was surprised to find…

"Oh. Em. GEE!" She gasped, "Is this one of my designs?"

"Ding ding ding! You got that right." Roger nodded. "I took it to a jeweler, and now I got you this!"

Blythe held up the necklace, watching its gold shimmer in the light. She recognized the design on the charm as one of her own- an outline of a butterfly's wings, with several bright, shining, magenta gems sealed in.

"Dad, it's beautiful! Thank you so much… would mind helping me put it on?"

"Of course, anything for you, Blythie."

---

25-year-old Blythe Baxter groaned, repeatedly banging her head against the desk, not caring that she could crack her glasses. Said desk was a mess, covered by a thick layer of documents, designs, notes and writing…

This stupid job. Her stupid co-workers, Brittany and Whittany. And their stupid, nepotistic mother for allowing them to work in the place-

Okay, no. Not these thoughts again. She's getting all worked up…

Sighing, Blythe took off her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose.

As she went to hang her glasses by her shirt, she heard the familiar dangling of a chain on her chest.

Oh. Right. The butterfly necklace.

Butterflies. Insects. Mom. Dad…

How long has it been?

While Blythe loved Downtown and met all these amazing people there (everyone down at the pet shop, plus her friends at work that made her days there just a bit more bearable), she also missed Suburbia. She hasn't been there since she left. More importantly, she missed her Dad…

She'll have to go back and visit him sometime.

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Day 7: Nostalgia

Planning to continue this with tomorrow's prompt, Homecoming, but idk man. Got real life stuff going on, but we'll see.

[frauleinandry]

new persona 3 trailer... while the ken hangout scene looks entirely new, the shinji/koromaru hangouts look pretty similar to the femc social links. i'm kinda hoping this means the girls' platonic links are based off hers as well, since some of them are a pretty big upgrade over the OG links.

in terms of other stuff, i let out a happy scream when I saw they had special uniforms for the dark hour! while it makes sense for the investigation team, it always bothered me that SEES just climbed tartarus in their school uniforms asdfghjl. fuuka's new design in particular looks great!

i think the final thing of note was seeing a whole bunch of new characters - aigis, koromaru, shinjiro, and ken have all dropped, along with cameos from pharos, natsuki, and ikutsuki. the official art looks nice as always, though I think ken's voice is too deep - dubs need to start hiring actual children for child characters already. still, i'm almost certainly going to play with the japanese voices anyway, so it's not a huge deal to me.

[leggerefiore]

//feel free to post publicly!! //

awhile ago I showed u my oc as the CEO twins AU assistant! And I finally designed her uniform !:3

I’m not sure what colors I want because I don’t want her to have a favorite twin lol. But my headcannon is that she alternates between the black and white uniforms depending on which twin she is working with for the day. And she wears the grey uniform when it’s the 3 of them.

I think she would wear her assigned twins uniform color when she’s working with them (or maybe wear the other twins uniform color just so she can complete the other twin?? Like she’s with Emmet and wears the black uniform to fill in for ingo ??) either way the pink uniform was for funsies and idk if that could actually work but maybe!

Anyways thank u for letting me share this with u I really love your CEO AU !! 💕💕

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(Sorry for replying so late!! it got buried in my inbox!)

I think the outfit matching could work well when she's attending to one specifically for a day (as like a way to signify which twin she's currently working with) or just having the grey was as a main one and the black or white ones as back ups, too! The pink one is also super cute! Maybe it's a special occasion or just one to break the cycle of the other three? Hmm...

Thank you for sharing your art, too! I'm happy you like my silly au, haha.

[matchmade-chemistry]

Y'all, I just made fangan ocs ^^

I am so happy rn, I'm linking their intros RN-

Just a quick note that most of these are pulled from my writings and some interactions on character.ai. And my protagonist and other roles aren't created yet. I just have this group, on with the show then!! ^^

"An honest to god, Ultimate...? That's so interesting..." The boy said, his eyes filling with respect for the person in front of him. He was about to say his own name and ultimate, but then had a worried look in his soft pink eyes. "I'm............ I am....." He started, but never finished. He just gave a blank and haunted look to the floor, it seems like a good chance to see if this guy was a threat.... he was around average height. He had strawberry blonde hair, and the bangs went in his pastel pink eyes. He had a couple of freckles on the bridge of his nose. He absent-mindedly leaned against the locker that had to have been pried open for him to be freed. He wore a black longsleeved shirt, and a white vest, with a undone tie that was bright red and had some type of insignia on it... Although it was unrecognizable right now. He also wore deep blue jeans and red sneakers, as he audibly winced. Never thought concentration could be this painful... But, finally, finally he introduced himself "Kurai. You can call me Kurai.."

Kurai, Ultimate ???

"An.... Amnesiac.? You can't remember.... anything?" A girl questioned. She looked... ghostly. and skeletal. She was... VERY thin, and her skin and hair were both a pale white, frosty, even. She was a bit taller then average, at least 5'7. The main color came from her eyes, which were red as blood, as if you'd pricked your finger, and seen the blood pool on your finger, but the drop fell into this girls eye sockets. And her clothing. She seemed to go for more pastel colors, short sleeved shirt that puffed up slightly, a dusty turquoise apron with pale yellow accents, but black pants. And black shoes. She got the bangs out of her eyes with a pale yellow headband "I.... I am......Reika Todomatsu, Ultimate Confectioner. Please explain why you think that of yourself.." She requested

Reika Todomatsu, Ultimate Confectioner

Looking for the owner of the laugh, it seemed to belong to someone in the corner. It was a boy, a tall boy. His messy black hair covered one of his eyes, but the uncovered one was a rich golden color. He had a smirk on his face, which didn't seem to be leaving any time soon, as one of his hands were neatly tucked into an open black jacket with thick white accents. He wore two other shirts underneath, a deep red shirt, with the top three buttons undone, even though there was a silver chain holding the shirt by it's collar, and the last was a plain white t-shirt. He wore a slightly spikey black leather belt and white pants, with the design of a vine or flower going up on one of the legs. In his other hand, which was adorned with rings and bracelets, was a cigarette, the smoke framing his face in a unusually pleasant way. "Kei Saikoro, Ultimate Jeweler. Charmed, I'm sure."

Kei Saikoro, Ultimate Jeweler

"Ooooh, newbie?~ Care to explain why the fuck you think you can approach m-" The girl who said this was cut off by a boy who looked exactly like her. The girl was maybe 5'7 whilst the boy was 5'10. They both had silky bright blue hair, but the girls was shoulder length and there were wavy pigtails in the back. Whilst the boys was much longer then a boy would normally let it grow, at least near his elbows, even though it was put up into a ponytail. They also both had heterochromic eyes, one being black and the other white. They also wore matching clothes, as if it was a uniform. A white longsleeved shirt with a charcoal grey vest, charcoal grey pants, and knee high black laced up riding boots. The main difference was that the girl wore a cap on her head and the boy had a trenchcoat placed upon his shoulders. "So sorry for my sister. Anyways, pleasure to meet you. I'm Shiroko Hiroshima, and this is my sister Kurone. We're both the Ultimate Leader." The boy now named Shiroko introduced, quite exasperatedly

Shiroko Hiroshima, Ultimate Leader

Kurone Hiroshima, Ultimate Leader

"..." The other person seemed to take a bit of a long time to answer. Not as if she was shy like Reika, but as if she didn't want to be here right now, but this gave everyone a good chance to observe them. It was a girl, with long hair, almost wrist length, and was two toned. One side was a pure snow white colour, the other was pitch black. She had lavender eyes, but her choppy bangs slightly covered them. She was wearing a black longsleeved button up shirt with deep violet shorts and suspenders. She also had a shimmering glimmery strap across her chest, likely holding the camera that was at her side, hinting at her Ultimate ability already. "Nozomi Akazawa, Ultimate Photographer.."

Nozomi Akazawa, Ultimate Photographer

"It's very nice to meet you!" A girl said. She was on the shorter side, only 5'3, and she held a tablet in her arm, tucked safely into her side. She had slightly curly elbow length dusty pink hair that was put into low twintails, and her fluffy bangs were held back by a white headband with a bow on the side. She also had bright acid green eyes with long lashes. She wore a white, short sleeved button up shirt with black slacks, and an oversized, dusty blue cardigan which fell off of her shoulders, so that way the neck of her sweater reached her elbows instead. But.... if you looked right into her eyes they looked.... glitchy. Like, there were some oddly placed pixels in her pupils, and the outline was a bright neon pink instead of normal, in her case, green. "My name is Osanoko Yuki! Ultimate Digital Artist!"

Osanoko Yuki, Ultimate Digital Artist

After looking at the classmates he was stuck with up and down with a judgemental olive green stare, and opening his fan so that it covered the lower half of his face, he sighed, as if just introducing himself was exhausting. "Konichiwa, gaijin. My name is Toshihiro Umanosuke, and I am the Super High School Level Traditionalist." He said, his voice a monotone drawl. He was tall, quite tall, he had to be at very least 6'3, with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. He wore a navy blue kimono, so dark it could blend into the deepest ocean itself. Along with the matching black fan, and thankfully some white on the collar, plus the white obi around his waist cut the sheer depressing colorscheme. He also wore pale white tabi socks and zori sandals.

Toshihiro Umanosuke, Ultimate Traditionalist

[they-them-that]

Ranking Precure seasons purely on design and concept because I'm up early anyways (least favourite to most) Part 1.

18. Happiness Charge Precure

They're magical girl outfits have the least distinctive personalities with only minor differences from each other. I understand they were going for a Sailor Moon idea with a uniform style but the appearance of the outfits are very underwhelming to me. They're plain even for just overall magical girls, tbh.

17. Doki Doki Precure

It's mostly the hair that throws me off. It's a mixture of normal strands to big blobs. I wish they committed to the stylized hair and got rid of the fringes or else I'm stuck trying to understand how Cure Rosetta's pigtails work that would still make her bangs possible.

I like the overall drop-down dresses but its mismatched appearance feels like a bombardment of layers and shapes that don't mix harmoniously. I wouldn't be against an asymmetrical style if this Precure was heavily alternative but it ends up clashing with the cutesy atmosphere instead.

16. Precure Splash Star

This one is victim to being the first new precures after the original where they barely changed it up. It just ends up being the lesser version of the classic that made itself impossible to not make comparisons.

I do like the idea of Cure Egret's first outfit that lost its uniqueness in the new one just to match with Cure Bright. Cure Bright's outfit does upgrade as the greens in her old outfit didn't match her but it's nice they maintained green as an accent for her new one!

15. Healin' Good Precure

The designs are lovely and elegant, theres nothing inherently wrong with it but it's visually weak compared to its predecessors and descendants. I don't have much to say because there's just not much to say about it, to be honest. It's just kind of generic.

14. Smile Precure

I love the wild and creative hairstyles and the hair wings but that is really the only unique visual aspect to Smile. Also questionable transformation tool that markets wearing makeup to young girls which I know isn't new but still feels patriarchal and groomy. 😅

13. Soaring Sky! Precure

I have mixed feelings. I really dig Cure Sky's design and it's cool for the protagonist to be blue this time! I'm not into the puffy arm bands but the cape adds so much flare! Cure Prisms' softer design bounces off Cure Sky nicely and she looks great!

The other too... I despise honestly lol. It's cool we finally get a boy Precure as a part of the pack and that he isn't stereotypically masculine but his hair and outfit feels so unflattering. Cure Butterfly's outfit has the same issue with Doki Doki Precure and the merged arm sleeves are unsettling to me.

12. Delicious Party Precure

The style is meant to have festival vibes with traditional design elements which is a cool idea! It's a fun burst of colours with a cohesive theme but it doesn't stick in my mind. I wish all the girls leaned more into the cultural aesthetics but besides Cure Yum Yum (who I think is one of the best Precure Designs overall), they're mostly Victorian-esque which should've been unique to Cure Finale. Speaking of her, although I like her design, I also have a gripe with the blonde hair and blue eyes because it feels Eurocentric. And when her normal appearance is dark haired, she honestly feels white washed to me...

11. Tropical Rouge Precure

I love the designs and they gave such a unique concept, I just don't end up feeling strongly about this series. The designs feel a bit busy to me although I do love that Cure Summer isn't predominantly pink. She has a very unique look but other than her, everyone just feels like another iteration of past precures.

10. Suite Precure

Cure Melody and Cure Rythm slay, their designs are perfect! I love the music concept and their appearance bounce off each other just as well as Cure Black and Cure White did. The other girls ruin the cohesion for me, tbh and I don't really like their outfits. 🫤

[author-of-kimyona]

so the design process for each character is very lengthy, and added with now getting ready for college, it's taking a bit a LOT longer than expected to finish every character's designs.

BUT. i do have the base sketches finished for 3 characters that I'm proud of

Kimyōna:

i decided to give her a more rugged look. her life wasn't that easy, and I wanted for her clothing to reflect that. i still wanted to make her look cool-and maybe a bit dystopian-so I reflected that in her design as well.

here's a closeup of her profile because it's kind of hard to see in the initial photo

Ami Himura:

this isn't her final look, but I still wanted to share this to show my design process. she still has a sailor uniform-esque outfit on, but I also gave her a letterman jacket that hangs off her shoulders and a sleeveless top underneath. the belt connecting her skirt and her top is made of metal to give it a more futuristic look. the middle of her belt has a heart on it <3. she still has her hair and signature bow because I love it

because of story reasons, i changed it (no you will not know why. that will be spoilers >:()

I wanted to Ami's outfit to fit a more traditional look, but still have the ✨Ami flare✨. But I didn't know how I would go about it, so I tried combining different pieces of traditional Japanese attire to see what would work. i settled with a combination of a haori and a michiyuki, and this seemed to work the best as being both traditional and appealing to Ami's character.

It's main color is blue because it's her favorite color (and I color coded Ami to be blue at the very beginning) and I added some pink accents and added some red flowers because it looks nice (Ami's surname "Himura" literally translates to "dark red village" so the flowers work there too). her belt is less traditional and is more similar to our modern belts but I think it works here.

now here's Ami with her new fit :D

I also made her face and body type less mature to fit her age and personality

Indigo Jelani:

my notes aren't lying when I say that I loved designing her

her appearance didn't change too much from what y'all may have seen in my previous posts, but there are some stuff that are worth mentioning.

her scarf is not attached to her top. it's its own thing! i also gave it a more ombre pattern-going dark to light-and the rest of her outfit is going to reflect the same way in the future. i gave her shirt longer sleeves that just go down to below her elbow. she no longer has a turtleneck and instead had a u-collar thingy (don't know what to call it). her shorts now have a flower pattern, but I'm still trying to find what flowers they should be.

here's a closer look at her profile since it's harder to see in the initial photo. forgot to mention that her scarf has a clasp in the front

i lied. here's my process of trying to create a cuter design for Jelly:

i made this a while back and y'all probably seen it in my sneek peak of redesigning everyone, but I thought I'd share it now. i want Jelly to be less annoying but still charming. i basically experimented with shapes until i found a combination that made me happy, then finished the character from there

[antispopausandstuff]

yeah, the logic especially makes absolutely 0 sense.

like, army and everything aside, where does she even get those outfits from?

from the very first episode, Catra stands out cuz she isn't wearing anything like the uniform that everyone else is, with the exception of Adora, though her uniform still looks kinda like the cadet one but modified. we could reason that SW gave her that outfit.

but with Catra? there's no in-world reason for it.

you could argue that Nate wanted you to pay attention to Catra in comparison to the other cadets, to show she's more important, writing wise, but her early teens outfit still did that just fine. she was wearing the uniform, but it had a slightly more scrappy look to it.

and, as someone who has a lot of trial and error in character design, there are plenty good designers that know how to still make a character look different, even if they're in similar get-up as everyone else. there's no actual reason for Catra to have a different outfit from the one she had as a younger teen. there just isn't.

as for the other outfits:

where on etheria could either her or Scorpia get fancy outfits? Scorpia, i could justify with her having a lot of money and more leeway, but the show never displays that.

the winter one makes sense, i guess, but even so, the Kingdom of Snows and the Horde didn't seem to have, like, any animosity with each other whatsoever, so why would the Horde be interested in seasonal clothes? Catra obviously isn't above stealing.

Crimson Waste is literally just their normal outfits with a jacket, not sure if you can even consider that a different outfit. this is just for her to look 'cool' and 'badass'.

yeah, i'm gonna think she's so cool in that jacket when she talks like an edgy 12 yr old obsessed with gachatube, early 2010s tumblr, and r/im14andthisisdeep.

s4 outfit, i don't hate it, but it just feels like more fanservice and i don't understand why it looks the way it does. why does she have one sleeve? people made up that it was because of the corruption from s3, but that never happened. it literally never happened.

i know you don't have to be 100% practical when designing a character, i'm honestly just nitpicking because the stans piss me off and i never understand why Catra doesn't wear armor. i mean, we know she has plot armor, but-

the... is it sleepwear? i dunno, but i'm p sure that she wore a similar outfit in the beginning of s4. writing wise, doesn't make sense, but whatever, it's fine, it's just sleepwear.

now her s5 outfit just makes me mad, cuz where the hell did she get it? if you think about it too much, it gives a creepy implication that one of the others somehow found her s4 outfit and kept it ( and knowing stans, they'd likely make it so that Adora found it ). but then you'd have to remember that this is SPOP and Nate is the main writer of it and remember that this is just yet another continuity error ( i think i'm using that term right- ).

i actually hate the space outfits, they're so fucking ugly, get them out of my fucking fa-

people call this the future, but like...

this is Adora's dream. not her seeing the future. and even then, it's a really strange one, cuz it implies a few details that just don't match with what we know?

Glimbow, for one thing. i don't think Adora was rooting for them. i mean, she'd be happy for them, i think, but that woulda come outta left field for her, like it did for the rest of us.

the other thing is Scorpia's party and how she'll 'kill them' if they're late. i feel like this does kinda make sense, but only if Adora still held the image of Scorpia from s1-s4 to the one now. which i think would be giving the writers too much credit.

i don't know why they wrote in that comment, but it doesn't really fit Scorpia. we all know she's not necessarily the most violent person, though she's not the most docile, either, so Bow saying that just never made sense to me.

final thing is people assuming that these 'dream' outfits were ones they'd wear all the time in the future. and, Nate seems to agree, considering that one illustration, that's just kinda silly? i feel like Catra definitely wouldn't look as put together, especially since she's apparently still a child and refuses to get her hair brushed.

at least Adora still acknowledges that she's a brat.

and i'm gonna be so fr, i hate dream Bow's look, why the fuck-

so, yeah, to the surprise of no one, most, if not all, of these outfits don't make in-world sense, yet they exist anyway because Nate decided that a war criminal that runs on ration bars deserves to 'look hot // badass' more than the main fucking protagonist.

this make me a little upset

and the problem is that not only adora never changes her base outfit, every other princess used only 2 other clothes

but they want me to belive the catgirl had a full wardrobe while living in the fucking fright zone where the soldiers only had ration bars to eat

Yeah, that makes no sense what so ever. It also felt weird that throughout the series Adora was still wearing her OG outfit from when she was in the Horde. Like, did she ever think, "Hey, maybe I should change out of the outfit I was wearing when I was in a fascist army? Nah."

Just goes to show who's the creator's favorite, I guess...

[pangolinheart]

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

Oh, thank you for the ask! Honestly... I always imagined that Alphinaud gave her one of the first Crystal Braves uniforms after the design was finalized as a way of thanking her for her help. That was probably it lol. It had nothing to do with what happened with the crystal braves - she just hated the way it looked. "Alphinaud? I'm really happy all of your dreams are coming true and everything and it was very sweet of you to think of me but - Alphinaud, are you listening to me? I need you to look me in my eyes and understand that I am never, ever going to wear this. It's not because I don't support you it's because it's hideous and would look terrible on me. You get that, right? Anyway, congratulations!"

As (a) runner(s) up, I'm sure at some point someone has gifted her a beginner's guide to Aetherology or a brief history of the Allagan Empire or something like that... Rhiki isn't big on reading or scholarly research so, while it was probably well-intentioned, it would have made her feel a little stupid and also made her wonder if the person who gifted it to her had actually ever met her. Or maybe if they were subtly trying to imply something. In this case she probably smiled and said, "How thoughtful! Thank you!" But in that tone of voice that carries the underlying meaning of Why would you think this is something I would ever want?

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