#picked a random assortment of mcs for this one

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I just remembered that MC has Yandere dynamics you wrote down a while back so can you tell us the rest of the Yandere dynamics for the MCs you haven’t talked about yet twitch chat MC will probably be very entertaining

Twitch chat MC unfortunately has the chat behind their every move, half of which encourage them, the other half of which call them out for their behaviour. They know things about you that they shouldn't. What you ate, what you did last night, who you've been talking too. You'd call them a stalker if you didn't know they've been locked up in containment the entire time...

MTF MC is quiet. They’re busy most of the time but when you do talk with them, they’re gentle and almost kind. But there’s something uneasy about the way others behave around them. Wanting to approach but too afraid to do so.

Ancient Eldritch MC lingers and so will you. The forest draws you in, keeps you there, lets you leave by midnight. There’s something watching you and you’ll meet them eventually. Whether it’s a blessing or a curse is for you to decide.

O5 MC is a mystery you know little about. They’re part of the Foundation but you’ve never asked what they do or they position. They visit occasionally, disappear when they wish and are charming enough that you think you can consider them “a friend”. Things have been easier since you’ve met them. Surely these two things aren’t correlated at all.

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Tidbit Tuesdays: And We're Back

*slides in with a coffee and sunglasses to hide the dark circles under my eyes*

It hasn't been two weeks since I posted, I don't know what you're talking about.

Anyway, an emergency root canal, a crown, and quite a lot of money later, I'm back on my LaDs grind. Truth be told on top of everything else, I'm going through writer's block, so WIPs is just about all I've got.

Can't commit to anything, like my teeth can't commit to my mouth.

If you've survived this rambling, bless. This week's WIPs are just a random assortment of things. And if you're new here, this is where I post things I'm proud of, just generally like, or am currently working on.

If you enjoy this (or just generally appreciate people) please leave a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like what I'm doing, and encourages me to keep writing!

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Notes: first up is Zayne and Kiri, my MC. I recently finished catching up on the new (!!!) main storyline additions, so this is your spoiler warning before I continue.

I loved where the story went, and so decided to do a "what if" in which Kiri temporarily has her memory restructured by the Protofield and the Myst, dropped into a dreamscape that reflects Dreamwalker's world.

It's fun. It's SUPER fun. I should get back to it soon.

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Kiri’s day ended like this:

Akso hospital had strict regimented shifts to combat the constant wave of abominations. At the end of hers, she got scanned, tested, and questioned before she was allowed to leave. A pair of military men in uniforms escorted her down out of the hospital campus, waiting with her until someone could come pick her up.

They never needed to wait long.

Zayne was almost always perfectly on time.

The black silhouette appeared silently through the thick mist, her escorts tensing before realizing who it was. She patted one on the shoulder, saying her goodbyes before stepping forward.

Her hand found Zayne's before she'd even said a word.

“How was work?” He murmured. In his other hand were groceries, the plastic sack sagging with the weight.

Kiri sighed, pulling her hair loose from its bun. “Long,” she replied. “Three more cases today. The ACU ward is overflowing already, and Chansia hospital can't take anymore. They're bursting at the seams.” She leaned into him, her pink scrubs brushing against the wool of his coat.

He frowned at her. “You took your jacket this morning. Where is it?”

“Hm?” Kiri blinked in surprise. “Oh. Someone needed it more than I did.” She smiled at his exasperated sigh, tugging on his sleeve. “Come on. I have you to keep me warm, don't I?”

Zayne shook his head, a slight smile forcing its way through his irritation. “Still. The nurse can't help people if she gets sick, can she? Your health has to come first.”

She hummed, neither agreeing nor denying it. He huffed in response. “Let's go home, my moon.”

Kiri had worked at Akso hospital as long as she could remember. She'd graduated top of her class, with perfect marks, and settled easily into her new life. Work in the Abominations Containment Unit was intense, and it seemed her coworkers were on a revolving door roster. Few people stayed as long as she did, with cases increasing every day.

It was at some point during that that she met Zayne.

A former patient of hers had cornered her in an alley, begging for help before turning into an awful, monstrous thing.

A sudden explosion of black ice had been her saving grace.

The man in black had vanished as quickly as he'd appeared, and, well…

As if following a thread of fate itself, she chased after him.

It was unconscionable for a nurse and someone like him to fall in together. Kiri was well aware she was breaking the code of ethics, not to mention the oaths she'd taken.

Yet here they were.

It felt like it had been forever since they'd gotten together.

It felt like it had been no time at all.

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Notes: This one's been in the mental WIP for a while. I usually let ideas ferment in my head for a while before I bake them into fics, like a good sourdough.

This one focuses on Kit and Sylus, Kit being his second in command and NOT the MC. If you've been here a while, you know her. Anyway, I wanted to do a "what if Kit got hurt" thing, and as usual, they can't help bantering even when she's been stabbed. Go figure.

Fair warning, this one does feature some gruesome imagery. Not a lot though.

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The remains of the building shuddered, dust and sheetrock crumbling down. Sylus ran his flashlight over the rubble, keeping an ear out for any voices.

“Keep a low profile,” he murmured to the twins. “It's not just Kit that might be down here.”

The twins nodded firmly.

The building was a winding, gray mess, shadowed corners scurrying away at each sweep of the flashlights. Every once in a while, they would have to make a wide berth around slowly seeping pools of red, checking the remains for identification.

So far, there were only strangers.

“Fan out,” Sylus murmured. “We'll get more coverage that way.”

The twins and the other men he brought along nodded, splitting up into groups of two. All of them had radios, but it was a shot in the dark whether they would keep working in the lingering metaflux.

It was eerily quiet down here.

The rubble blocked all outside noises, leaving nothing but the occasional whisper of dust or the clatter of stone.

At last, he came to a room that was nearly intact.

It appeared to be a lab, the viewing windows completely shattered. A single threadbare bulb struggled to stay lit, swinging to and fro as it flickered dangerously.

Sylus carefully stepped inside, his feet crunching softly on the broken glass.

A body lay inside, the head twisted unnaturally. A badge on the lab coat proclaimed this to be someone who worked in the building.

The position of their hand was odd, and he leaned closer to examine it. There were faint marks to indicate they'd tightly gripped something before they died.

A second later, his instincts screamed for him to move, and he rolled out of the way, just as someone dropped down from a ceiling panel.

He swiftly got to his feet, ducking left as a shot fired, cutting through his jacket. With a lunge forward, he slammed his hand down, disarming his opponent.

A blade kissed his throat from their other hand, and he looked down into the cold, wild eyes of Kit.

“It's me, sweetie,” he said breathlessly.

Kit blinked. Her hair was messy and dusty, falling out of its usual braid. She held herself strangely, almost curling forward as she gripped the blade.

“Prove it,” she snapped.

Red mist yanked the blade from her grasp, pulling her into his arms. Sylus let just enough power through to make his eye glow without invading her thoughts. “How's that?”

She hissed in pain, grabbing his jacket to steady herself. “That works,” she grit out. “Someone had a doppelganger evol here. They looked like Evan, our diagnostics head.”

Sylus swore, thinking of the nervous man he'd spoken to before. “He might have made it out. I just spoke to Evan before we entered. Are you alright?”

Kit shook her head. “Took a piece of rebar to the side. I didn't have the luxury of keeping it stuck in there, there were people trying to kill me. How did you of all people not notice Evan?”

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Occasionally things do escape me, kitten. It's harder to tell when the man in question is always sweating like he's in a sauna.” He glanced at her sidelong. “Speaking of, you bring up a good point. What's to say you aren't a doppelganger? A good one, but one nonetheless.”

She reared back, offended. “Excuse you! Are you implying my fighting is on the level of any average person?”

Sylus smirked. “Your ability with firearms does leave something to be desired.”

“You motherfu- eep!” Kit squeaked as Sylus picked her up, his arm settling neatly under her bottom. She clung to his shoulders as a scarlet flush swept across her skin.

He chuckled. “There's that beautiful full-body blush. No imposter after all.”

“If I survive this,” Kit snapped, “I'm going to do my best to choke you out.”

“I look forward to it.” He stepped out of the room, grabbing his radio. “Twins, can you read me?”

The radio crackled for a moment before a reply came through. “Loud and clear, boss. Has mama bird been located?”

“I take it back,” Kit muttered. “I'm killing them first, and then you.”

Sylus smiled at that. “Mama bird is with me, yes,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the murderous glare she shot his direction. “We're exiting the building now. Withdraw and rendezvous at South Tower.”

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Note: Ahahaha. Our last one is Omegaverse. That's flustering and fun. This one's less suggestive, mostly due to the fact that I was jotting down headcanons for Omegaverse AU and it turned into mini fics. So this one is Zayne and Kiri.

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For some reason, the universe decides to bless Kiri with the worst possible heat to go along with her myriad of health problems.

In the week leading up to it, she feels exhausted and sick, throwing up food easily and sleeping poorly.

Previous doctors have told her that it's because she has an extremely high hormone production rate, and it means she's extra fertile.

That she should be grateful.

She had to hold herself back from strangling them.

It also means she can't take suppressants.

Zayne, at least, is sympathetic. Even long before they begin a relationship, he reaches out through his connections to find her hormone specialists, people who can help her manage her symptoms.

And after they start dating, well.

He spoils her rotten.

Zayne can only really take the week of her heat off, with how vital he is to operations in Akso Hospital. However, the clean house, fresh linens, and hot food he gets for her goes a long way towards helping.

She always tries to protest his help after his shift is over, stating that he already works enough.

He just does it anyway. All her plushies get scented, her favorite pastries are bought, and her extra expensive jar of tea is left out by a new mug on the kitchen island.

She could just cry from how sweet he is.

When her heat strikes, it's similar.

Kiri becomes very particular about her nest, only choosing the most recent articles of clothing he's worn. She gets exhausted very quickly, and Zayne purchases scent blocking candles to light throughout the entire apartment.

(He's seriously considering how much it would be to get a house outside of the city. If he catches another Alpha lingering at his doorstep or below his balcony window, he's going to break his doctor's oaths on purpose)

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Thanks for reading, and have a good Tuesday!

[yoongihan]

Soooo what I’d been meaning to ask for was Han + ✊🏼 from the second prompt list, I feel that that might show a different side of him and I’d be curious to see you tackle that 👀

pairing: coworkerjisung x fem character

genre: fluff (but with a rather mean boss), workplace au

rating: PG/T (man, these drabbles are so sfw)

word count: ~1800

warnings: some belittling from a supervisor, a lot of internal thoughts on part of the mc, adoration of jisung (as per my usual), probably too much talking (it's my default writing style). I think this is pretty safe honestly. both jisung and mc are in their mid to late twenties.

a/n: my dearest @candlewaxandp0lar0ids. it's only after I've written this that I'm not even sure if he's actually being protective. so I'm sorry if I completely got this wrong. i heart you, though, and our random conversations that include just rambling about jisung.

original request post here

It's Just a Crush

Having a workplace crush is, in your mind, stupid as hell. You know it’s more than likely just because of proximity, the drama of meeting deadlines, late-night scrambles of finishing that one important project, and realizing you haven’t been out on a proper date in almost two years.

So, you recognize that your crush on Han Jisung is more due to circumstances than him.

Not that he isn’t a great guy. He works as hard as anyone on your team. He goes out of his way to lighten the mood, even when it’s way too intense because of the pressure of your bosses practically breathing down your necks. He never remembers anyone’s coffee order, but still buys an assortment of concoctions when it’s his turn to get coffee so that hopefully everyone can find something they like. He’s wicked smart and quick with ideas, and even when he zones out during the more boring practical stuff, he never minds when you remind him to pay attention. 

He usually blushes when you say something, but his smile is always bright.

He’s not always on your team when you have a project, but you are sure that when he is, the project turns out better. Maybe you just feel better. 

But it’s just a workplace crush. Other than the team sometimes going out for drinks after the final presentation, you’ve never spent time with Jisung socially. Usually, you sit across from him at the bar, knowing that more proximity will just make you crush on him even more. Not that getting to see his expressions, how he listens to the others or when he occasionally glances at you make the crush any less. But surely, watching him is better than being near him?

You think you have this dumb af crush under control. Even when you have one too many drinks out, you haven’t said anything too revealing. Maybe you were a little flirty two weeks ago when you said something about his eyes. But everyone was talking about the best features on a person and though you have a long list for Jisung, you only mentioned his eyes. 

“How long have you worked here?”

You wish you were currently looking at Jisung and his pretty eyes instead of at your boss who doesn’t have pretty eyes, or a pretty smile, or any of the kindness that Jisung radiates. 

“Five years.” You state carefully. You aren’t stupid. You know by the tone of his voice that this is not going to be a fun conversation. 

“Five years. Five years and you do this?” He tosses the stack of reports at you. They land on your desk and the floor. The draft from the air conditioner picks up a few and scatters them. It’s going to be time-consuming to get it back in order. “It’s beyond subpar work.”

You aren’t sure how you are still looking him in the eyes even though you want to curl up and hide for a little while. Why does he have to chastise you in the middle of the office? Why is that public humiliation necessary? 

There’s a voice behind you, saying your boss’s name. 

“It was all of us, sir–”

You want to tell Jisung to hush. To not get into the line of fire. It’s not worth it. 

“She’s…” The boss points at you. “In charge. She’s lead.” He glares back at you. “Though I regret making that decision.”

It isn’t your first time in charge of a project, but you’re still relatively new as a team leader, and all the doubts you have when you’re named ‘in charge’ are justified with every word your boss says. 

“You always say that every team is as strong as the weakest link, sir. So if something is wrong, it’s all of us.” You don’t see Jisung, but you feel him. He’s left his desk (several yards away) and is standing next to you, his hand almost brushing yours. 

“Han…this conversation does not include you.”

“Sir. I looked over that project last, so if something is wrong, it’s on me.”

He’s lying. You glance at him then. He’s looking at your boss, so you only have his profile.

It’s a nice profile, nearly distracting you from why you turned to him originally. 

You delivered the statistics, the reports. You looked over them last. 

Why is he lying?

Your boss glares at both of you. “Just fix it. Before I have you delivering coffee instead.” And he turns and stalks off. 

It’s quiet for what feels like minutes, though it’s probably only seconds. Everyone eventually starts quietly talking and going back to work. The show is over. 

Jisung squats down to gather some of the papers. It jolts you (you were still staring at him) to do the same.

“You okay?” he asks softly. 

You swallow. Truthfully, and logically, you know this is not a big deal. This particular supervisor is more than often way too critical and dramatic. He’s not the ultimate boss, the one that decides your fate. You know that mistakes happen and mistakes aren’t life or death. 

You know all that, but you still kinda want to cry.

You don’t trust your voice so you nod.

He stacks the papers on your desk as you finish grabbing the last few sheets. You finally meet his gaze. 

The prettiest eyes, looking at you with concern. 

“Jisung, you didn’t have to–”

“Yeah, I did.”

“You lied.”

He shrugs, seeming content to stay in his squatted position. “So?”

You sigh before standing to set your stack of papers on top of his. He stands as well, his hands sliding into the pockets of his trousers. 

“If you get in trouble because you lied…”

He makes a face at you. “He doesn’t care. He just wanted to feel like he’s in charge, like he’s important.”

“He’s our boss.”

“He’s still just a person.” Jisung taps the top of your hand that is still resting on the flawed project. “I’ll stay late with you so we can figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it.” He rolls his eyes. “Because pointing out what is wrong is too much for him.”

“You don’t have to. I’m lead and it’s my responsibility–” You carefully draw your hand away from his touch. Your crush does not need the encouragement.

“Too bad.” He grins at you. “Still gonna help.”

“It’s Friday. I’d hate for you to stay here–”

“And I hate you have to, so again…too bad.” He interrupts you again.

You huff. 

His smile grows. “I’ll finish up what I’m working on and join you in a bit.” He walks back to his desk, eyes finding yours over his computer and he winks at you.

Dammit.

It’s eight at night and you and Jisung are the only people left in the building, minus security and the cleaning staff, though neither are on your floor. 

“I don’t see anything.” You say before letting your head fall to your desk. You feel a pat pat on top of your head. “Are you patronizing me?”

He laughs. “Maybe a little.”

You lift your head, aware that you probably don’t look your best. It’s the end of a long week, a very long day and your hair tends to like to lose whatever style you forced it into by this time of evening. 

He is also reading through the reports carefully, eyes going left to right, line by line. You must be tired because you don’t look away. 

Which you don’t realize until he says your name.

“Sorry.”

He glances up. “What for?” His cheeks pinken. “You gonna say something about my eyes again?”

“Did I embarrass you?”

He shrugs. “Not really. I mean, a little, but that’s on me, not you being nice.”

“Okay. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you, Jisung.”

He holds your gaze and you wonder if maybe you got it all wrong. Maybe workplace crushes are one thing and your crush on Jisung is something all its own. 

You’re pretty sure you’d like him if you met him in a bar, at a bookstore, on the subway; anywhere. 

“I’m beginning to think that he just made up that something was wrong so he’d have a reason to be an asshole,” Jisung says, setting the project down before resting his chin in his hand. “Or my brain and eyes no longer work.”

“Seems like the first is more likely.” You mirror him, propping your head up with your hand. “I know we should finish this tonight but I’m not sure we’re going to be able to.” You stretch your arms over your head. “I’ll come in Sunday to work on it. Maybe some time away will help.”

“You shouldn’t have to come in on the weekend.”

“According to bossman, I shouldn’t be in charge either, but what can you do?” You laugh, though it’s not enough to not sound sad. When your hand comes back down, he covers it with his.

“You’re a good leader.”

You look down at his hand on yours. 

“I–”

“Really. You always listen to everyone’s ideas. You never say any are dumb even when they totally are. You make everyone feel involved and invested. You’re a really good leader.” 

You can’t think of what to say.

“Did I embarrass you?”

You force your gaze from his hand to his face. He’s got that quiet smile, soft. 

“Yeah, but same as you. It’s more me trying to accept a compliment than you saying it.” You force a smile. “Thank you.”

He leans forward a little. “You’re welcome.” His eyes (you swear you’re not making this up) fall to your mouth before darting back up.

“Also, thank you for earlier.”

He cocks his head to the side in question. 

“Sticking up for me. Even though you shouldn’t have.” You barely notice that you’ve leaned closer as well. 

The blush darkens on his cheeks and the tops of his ears. 

“Wanna get a drink?”

You blink a few times. “What?”

He scratches the back of his head, eyes leaving yours. “I mean…now. Dinner and a drink. My treat.”

“Um…sure, but you don’t have to–”

“I want to.” He swallows nervously. “I want to stick up for you, help you out, take you out. And I really want to kiss you, but I feel like kissing you at work is kind of a gray area on professionalism.”

You really can’t think of what to say. 

He lets go of your hand, abruptly getting up. “Unless you’re not interested. Which is fine. Totally acceptable and I won’t ever mention it again–” He stops when you stand as well. 

“Dinner and a drink.” You reach out to straighten his tie. “And a kiss.”

You see his shoulders drop in relief, and those pretty eyes spark with mischief. “Just one?”

Later, when his mouth is on yours, his hands gripping your waist; you lose count of how many kisses. 

You decide a workplace crush turning into a workplace romance isn’t as stupid as you thought.

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© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

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Masterlist

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Master list for all my writing work, which as far as now includes mainly Obey me and Twisted Wonderland.

More series may be added later.

If the fics are set in the same world or are their own series, then they will have a matching symbol in front of the fic name.

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- Obey me -

Stories

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Demons in Grief - MC is gone and the Obey Characters go through the five stages of grief - Versions: 1 2

Just Needing Comfort - Satan and MC in the human realm come across a Karen who says he and Lucifer are the same.

Sleep - You’re sick of Levi’s all-nighters and decide to get him to sleep even if you have to trick him.

A Small Gift - To get the brothers to let you go to the human world and do some exchange program work, you promise them gifts.

Antagonistic - An antagonistic little human suddenly showed up in Lucifer’s life. Why does it hurt when they leave?

Incorrect quotes

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Obey/twist incorrect quote - Why Yuu/Mc is good at alchemy.

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- Twisted Wonderland -

Stories

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;; In Sam’s Shop - Finn and Grim go to Sam’s shop and find him there

;; Unbirthday Party - Cater and Finn at an Unbirthday Party.

;; Finn in Twisted Wonderland - A school full of teenagers and staff, but what happens if instead of a normal student being teleported, a five-year-old comes along? Along with Grim breaking in to join him of course. - Chapters: 1 2

Booping Twst Characters - A small boop is a wonderful April Fool’s day joke. How do Ace, Deuce, Leona, and Vil respond?

These Words Hurt - Rumors swarm around NRC, but a lot of times the forces on a specific Moray eel. A Moray eel who wants it to stop. Floyd wants it to stop.

A Petty Rabbit - A rabbit is late to an unbirtday party and bumps into someone he hates along the way. Can’t he have a break?

Bottling up Emotions - Vil has a lot on his plate, but he doesn’t want to rely on others. It takes Crewel to snap him out of it.

Uno War - Fellow and Gidel are at the Schoenheit house for a game night but aren't able to predict the winner.

Claws and Fangs; Tentecals and Ink; Together a Deal - Jade was shunned by all and just wanted to curl up and cry, but a weird octopus changed that.

A Diamond and an Eel with a Clover - Trey starts dating Jade, and Cater finds himself picking up similar feelings.

Found Yet Still Lost - Lilia’s son, Dusk, was his world, yet one day he disappeared without a trace.

Incorrect quotes

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Obey/twist incorrect quote - Why Yuu/Mc is good at alchemy.

Twist incorrect quotes - A random assortment of incorrect quotes.

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- Original stories -

OC’s Intro - A harpy is shoved into a world different than his own.

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[glamphantasm]

MC Monday Prompt 1:

Mammon stole something from MC to get some money for the witches. How does MC react?

Kai sighed as he turned down the hall leading to Mammon's room. His feet dragged slowly, as though he weren't already exhausted tonight. Kai scowled faintly, Solomon's drunken laughter still echoing in his ears. Of course he had known the sorcerer's pact with Asmodeus was shady in origin, but the exact details had turned his stomach - it just ended up a bit too familiar.

Unconsciously counting his steps, Kai came to a halt in front of Greed's door. "Some things never change," he thought to himself as he knocked - sharply, mimicking Lucifer's pattern. Kai waited a moment as all sounds of motion from the far side of the door went from frenzy to still. A few breaths passed, and Kai allowed a sadistic smirk to flicker across his face, before he repeated the knock, pulling out his DDD to send a quick message, "Hey, let me in!"

The chime on the far side of the door was met with a muffled curse and the sound of several locks being unlatched, before the slightest sliver of Mammon's face appeared in the crack. Kai allowed himself to be pulled in, the door closing so quickly it knocked against his hip. Hiding a slight wince, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his narrow chest.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU KNOCKIN' LIKE THAT!?", the Avatar of Greed yelped, reaching past the human to throw the lock. "Tryin' to give the Great Mammon a heart attack."

Kai shrugged, casting his gaze around Mammon's room with affected nonchalance. "Maybe I just wanted to visit? See how the other half lives?"

The golden sun on sea blue eyes narrowed, a suspicious squint twisting the demon's features for a moment. "Well, yeah of course ya did human! You should be happy I entertain your whims! Not everybody gets unlimited access!", he flashed a wide grin as he put on his most charming face, the one Kai knew well meant the demon knew he was caught. "So, uh...wha'd ya want?"

The human chuckled, rolling his eyes as he patted Mammon's cheek lightly, turning to stroll deeper into the room as the other man spluttered in surprise, deep golden brown skin burnishing as his face warmed.

Kai wandered in, looking around at all the familiar items, all newer, cleaner than he was used to seeing them. His gaze caught on the pile of assorted, random goods on the coffee table between back leather couches, and he unceremoniously plopped down, making himself comfortable. "I was hoping you'd help me find something...", he paused. "I've heard you're the best at finding missing items..."

Still blushing, Mammon's chest puffed out at the words, and he nodded, vaulting over the back of the couch to settle next to the human. "What's my Attendant need? Can't have y'all moping cause yer pining for something. You'd just be too distracted to serve m- us properly!"

Kai raised his eyebrows with a quiet laugh, leaning forward and feigned playing idly with the items scattered across the tabletop. Grimm, a few pieces of jewelry, an extremely expensive nib that Kai recognized as coming from a favourite quill, an ancient leather bound book with pages thick and uneven, several silver teaspoons bearing the script of the Royal D on the handles. Kai picked up one of the spoons, hearing the sharp inhale next to him. "Barbatos probably already knows these are gone, you know?", he chanced a glance back over his shoulder, spinning the flatware between his fingers. The spoon clattered loudly against the table as it fell from his grip. Kai frowned at his unsteady hands. "So, business or pleasure?"

Mammon went near-purple, squeaking out a strangled "Huh?"

Kai leaned back, nearly snuggling up against the flustered demon. "Witches or winnings?", he murmured, sparing the small pile of pricy items another glance.

Mammon froze. "Witches? What're you, crazy?! The Great Mammon don't know anything 'bout witches!"

Kai silently berated himself, realizing once again, this wasn't his Mammon. This one had never spoken of debts to witches or anything which even alluded to them. The silence stretched out, becoming awkward.

"Mammon?"

"Yeah, Attendant?", his tone had become guarded.

"Have you seen my flask?"

"W-what? You had a flask? I didn't know that!", a booted foot knocked a short pile of magazines askew, obscuring the item laying behind.

Kai looked into Mammon's gaze, unnatural gold meeting sun-dappled sea.

"Are you sure? It was in my jacket earlier, I know I had it with me..."

"Pft. Humans have bad memories! I bet yer half-senile already!", the demon grinned. "Ya prob'ly just left it at Cocytus Hall! Didja ask Solomon, or just come accuse me?"

Kai shook his head, scowl reappearing at the mention of his mentor. "I had it here earlier, in this pocket...", Kai pulled open his jacket to indicate an inner pocket, revealing a shirt beneath which was more holes held together with strips of fabric than an actual garment. "I noticed it was missing after we cleared the table at lunch. I just thought maybe you'd seen it." The human moved to get to his feet, drawing a deep sigh as he dropped his eyes, disappointment etched into his features. "If you do see it, could you get it back to me? It was a gift from...," he paused, shrugging a bit. "Doesn't matter, they're gone now.", standing with a stretch, he turned on his heel to head back towards the door. "I'll let myself out."

He counted his steps silently, fingers nearly brushing the lock as he felt a comforting weight slip into his pocket.

The mumble was barely audible. "Musta dropped it earlier & I picked it up. F'rgot."

Biting his lip to hide a smirk, Kai turned, offering a broad smile to the demon, rising onto his toes to place a quick kiss close to the corner of Mammon's lips, just far enough to be deniable as cheek. "Thanks, Mammon. I knew I could count on you. See you tomorrow?"

The Avatar of Greed mumbled an affirmation, his fingers lightly brushing where Kai's lips had touched.

Kai stepped back into the hallway, stifling a soft laugh after he was a few paces away. Taking out the flask, he shook his head, grinning.

It had been refilled.

[unreasonablebehaviour]

Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

[gureishi]

Ohhhh, requests? Requests!!!! ❤️

We all know and love SE and the Choi family (Mc, Saeyoung and Saeran living together in the bunker).... But what about. Other way arround?

Saeran after ending, with saeran and saeyoung making amends, and you finally befriending and getting to know the true person behind 707.

Im happy with whatever ideas you have for this, but if you need more guidance... A scene between saeyoung and Mc, talking? Saeyoung thanking mcfor making saeran happy and feeling like he failed as a brother for not protecting him, and mc being all sweet as she is reassuring him that it's OK and that they are happy now and just fluffy??????

Gosh, I wrote a lot, sorry.

Oh wow. I ADORE this request. Thank you for bringing me this sweet idea. ♡

I love envisioning their lives together post-AE, and it was so much for fun me to imagine this tiny little slice of that. 

after

Saeyoung & Reader (platonic); Saeran X Reader (background), G, words: 2355

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Today there’s one of those early-winter snows where the flurries get stuck in your hair but the ground’s not white and beautiful, just cold and damp. The parking lot is nearly empty—apparently no one else wanted to go out today. Personally, you can’t understand why. You love the way the sky’s a bright white and how the biting wind makes the tips of your ears pink.

Saeyoung, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of you, turns around in time to see you stop and catch a snowflake on your tongue. He raises his eyebrows; he’s got his hood up and there’s a light dusting of snow on top of his head, like powdered sugar.

“I was gonna ask if you regretted coming along now that it’s snowing, but I guess I have my answer.” He’s got a complicated look on his face, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to laugh at you or not.

“I have no regrets!” you sing, and then he does laugh, shaking his head indulgently.

“Come on,” he says. “Your shoes are getting wet.”

“Your shoes are getting wet. Also your head. Who goes to the store in just a hoodie in the winter?” But you run to catch up with him, splashing in the little puddles that have collected in the uneven pavement.

“It was the hoodie or the floor-length pink fur coat, so I went for the hoodie,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. 

The automatic doors slide open for you; he grabs a shopping cart from the assortment parked just inside the door. You walk beside him, feeling a little awkward. Grocery store etiquette, you think, is such a personal thing. Saeran, for instance, likes to go slowly through the store, lingering in each area—looking for inspiration, sometimes checking recipes on his phone. You like to move through the store at random, picking out items that strike your fancy. These methods work surprisingly well together—perhaps because Saeran finds it charming when you come running up to him with a strange new fruit in your arms.

Saeyoung, it seems, has neither a list nor a plan. He pushes the shopping cart lazily with one hand, heading vaguely toward the nearest aisle. You’re tempted to guide him in one direction or another, but you also don’t want to be a nuisance. This is his shopping trip—he was the one who announced he was going to the store; you were the one who’d insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked then, hesitating, one hand already on the doorknob. “You don’t need to! I can get whatever you—”

“I want to,” you’d said firmly, jumping off the couch where you’d been lying with your feet in Saeran’s lap, reading a book. It wasn’t that you needed anything in particular from the grocery store or that you didn’t trust Saeyoung to find whatever was needed for the house (though, in retrospect, it wasn’t that you did trust him, either). It was just…

In the few precious days that you’d been living in the bunker with the brothers—in a world that was suddenly so peaceful you couldn’t quite believe it—you’d begun to realize something: in spite of the hours of phone conversations and chats you’d shared with the enigmatic and charming 707, you actually hardly knew Saeyoung at all.

“So, uhhh,” he begins, a bit uncomfortably. You glance at him askance; his cheeks are pink. “What do we need, anyway?”

You laugh—you can’t help it. “What were you going to buy if I didn’t come with you?”

Saeyoung shrugs, looking down. He’s definitely blushing. “I was gonna…wing it.”

Maybe it’s his inexplicable shyness with you and maybe it’s your genuine love of grocery shopping, but your confidence is bolstered. You take the cart from him and he relinquishes it gratefully, falling into step behind you.

“First we’re going to get produce,” you tell him, and he nods eagerly, bouncing on his heels. He honestly looks excited that you’ve taken the lead; you make a mental note about this. At home, Saeyoung is often in charge—of little things, like what movie you’ll all watch together—because he is boisterously enthusiastic about everything and you and Saeran are more subdued. But here, without his twin, outside of his domain, he is suddenly much less confident.

You select a few types of squash; he watches somewhat reverently. “How do you know what to get?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Practice, I guess,” you say. “I have in mind a couple of recipes we can make this week, and there are some staples it’s always good to have…” You pause, realizing something, your hands full of squash. “Saeyoung, can I ask you something?”

“What? Yeah!” He responds a little too readily and you know he’s trying to mask his awkwardness. It’s endearing.

“You lived alone for a pretty long time,” you say thoughtfully. You survey the selection of cabbage. “Didn’t you…buy food? To eat?”

He laughs, runs a hand through his already-messy red curls. “God Seven doesn’t need food to live!” he sings, and it’s in the tone of the 707 you’d developed a strange friendship with during those days you were at Mint Eye. You know now that Saeyoung was there, even then, under all that false positivity and diversionary teasing.

“You do, though,” you tell him. You hand him a head of cabbage.

Your firm tone seems to quell him. He looks down at the cabbage. 

“I ate snacks, mostly,” he says, a little more quietly. “Sometimes Vanderwood got frustrated and brought me other things to eat.”

You turn away to hide the look in your eyes from him. These poor, poor boys.

“You two!” you explain in mock-frustration, pushing the cart to the next refrigerated shelf. “So you were living on junk food while he was keeping himself alive with caffeine pills. What am I going to do with you?”

Saeyoung bounces behind you, still holding the cabbage.

“Feed us!” he says. You roll your eyes and tear a plastic bag off the role beside the shelves. 

“Put the cabbage in the bag,” you tell him. He does.

You gather a few more fruits and vegetables and Saeyoung asks about all of them; you’re amused when he doesn’t know what a persimmon is.

“So besides chips and stuff, then, what do you like to eat?” you ask him, pushing the cart into the large, open area where meat and fish sit on ice, row after chilly row.

Saeyoung hums thoughtfully, peering at a particularly large fish, complete with eyeballs and everything. “This is creepy,” he says. “Can we get it?”

“We…can,” you say. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

He walks a little ahead of you, and he looks at each different type of meat with such curiosity. They’re both like this, you think—so full of wonder over basic, mundane things. Saeran was in awe the first night the three of you settled in on Saeyoung’s huge couch to watch TV together. And now here is Saeyoung—who’s had considerably more freedom than his brother—staring at an assortment of different cuts of meat like he’s in a museum.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, tilting his head to the side. “I love chips, and, you know, fish-shaped buns…”

“But is there a meal you like? Maybe from, I don’t know, the past…?” You regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth.

Saeyoung laughs bitterly. “Not from childhood, if that’s what you mean.”

“Right,” you say. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m sorry.”

He comes back to your side, leans on the cart. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you say. “Sorry.” You steer the cart toward a display of different chicken parts and he pads along beside you—like an obedient dog, you think.

“What’s the difference between…” he bends over, peering at the packages. “Breasts and thighs?”

You giggle. “You tell me.”

You watch as his face turns red, clashing wonderfully with his hair.

“Um, l-let’s get the…thighs, I guess,” he chokes, and you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“Thighs it is.”

He throws the chicken into the cart with his face turned away and you grin. 707 was a tease, but it is easy to fluster Saeyoung. 

You move through the aisle of bottled sauces in companionable silence. You hold up a bottle of bottle of soy sauce and he nods enthusiastically; he does the same for the fish sauce and corn syrup. To test him, you hold up a banana ketchup—which you’ve personally never actually tried—and he gives you the same affirmative head bob.

“Saeyoung, do you know what this is?”

He tilts his head to the side, reads the label.

“Banana ketchup? Yum!”

You sigh. “Fine.” You toss it in the cart; maneuver to the next aisle.

“You didn’t even have soy sauce or salt or anything in your house when we moved in,” you say. “There was literally nothing in the cabinets.”

He strolls along beside you, running a finger along the rows of different kinds of pasta. “It never occurred to me.”

“We were kind of surprised,” you add, tossing a big bag of rice into the cart. “We bought a bunch of stuff, before we…left.” You stumble over the words; gears spin frantically in your brain. The words hang heavily in the air between you. Before we left to find you. Before we found you and then lost you again.

He’s silent for a moment and you know he feels the change in atmosphere, the way time seems to have slowed down.

“Hey,” he says finally. He’s got one arm draped over the side of the cart and his posture is a little stiff. “Did I ever thank you? I mean, properly.”

You bite your lip, keep walking. Your face feels hot. Suddenly, you’re not really looking at what’s on the shelves.

“You did,” you say softly. “But I feel I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason we’re both alive, you know.”

Saeyoung stops, and you almost crash into him. He spins around, and he’s got a hard, determined look in his face. You’ve seen that look before. 

“No,” he says. “Nuh-uh. You saved us. You protected him. You did what I didn’t…couldn’t—”

Ah. Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage. Of course it’s here, you think—in this narrow aisle, next to hundreds of loaves of bread, that he’s saying this to you.

“Saeyoung, he knows that you would die for him. You tried to.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, walks away from you, lingers at the end of the aisle. The change in him is remarkable. There’s no hint of the awestruck boy, bouncing up and down over the wide selection of steaks, in this morose, bitter man.

“I didn’t succeed, did I?” he says. A mother with a small child seated in the front of her shopping cart comes down the aisle and you back up into the shelves to let them pass. You wonder if they can feel how thick the air is.

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “And thank god, because where would we be if you had?” He finally looks at you then, and you’re taken aback by the wild look in his eyes. It scares you; you take a step toward him. “You fought for him,” you tell him. “And he fought for you.”

His fingers drum a frantic pattern on the metal shelf beside him. He’s got the look of a cornered animal, ready to bolt. You’ve seen this expression before—though on a different Choi brother.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him. You take one more step. Another. Finally you’re at his side, and he flinches, but he doesn’t run away.

“You did,” you say. “And he’s safe. All of us are safe.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“We’re going to buy this stuff,” you tell him. “We’re gonna pay for it, and get in the car, and go back home, and he’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

Saeyoung shuts his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. You do it with him. He runs a shaky hand through his hair again and you give him a little nudge with your elbow. Eyes still closed, one side of his mouth twitches upward—a half-smile.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”

“I just feel like I owe you…”

“Me too.”

His eyes open; they’re clearer, bright and gold behind his glasses. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, and it sounds like a question.

“I love him,” you say. “So, I think I do.”

Saeyoung shakes his head; the color’s back in his cheeks now, and he grabs the cart, pushing it out of the aisle. You jog to catch up, grab onto the side just as he’d done earlier. Hold on tight.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?” he says. You can see him in your peripheral vision—his eyes are twinkling.

“More than anything in the world,” you reply.

“Me too,” he says, echoing you, and you grin. You picture the look on Saeran’s face if he could hear this conversation—the way his green eyes would soften, the way he’d get that adorable little dusting of pink over his cheeks. 

Saeyoung turns the cart abruptly, maneuvering into the next aisle with an expertise you didn’t expect—you shriek, barely holding on. He cackles.

“We need this!” he says, and you turn to see him pointing at an alarmingly large box of some sort of purple cookie you’ve never seen before.

We don’t, you almost say, but you hesitate, because what’s the harm? 

“Sure,” you say, and you toss them in the cart.

Saeyoung smiles. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says. You know he’s not talking about the stupid cookies.

You beam right back at him. “I am too.”

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Twisted Wonderland: Headcanons for Dorm Haunted Houses Pt.3 - Heartsyabul

MASTERLIST

Part 2

(Play at 0.75 speed for full effect)

THE ATTRACTION:

Heartsyabul’s theme is a creepy Wonderland Garden. 

Guests and students alike first entered an abandoned greenhouse, filled with decaying flowers, bloodied pitchforks and traces of shattered pocket watches and pastries can be seen. The guests are led deeper into the greenhouse, where the plants become creepier: living flowers with faces on them that moans and groans, dreadful man-eating plants, snapping venus flytraps that almost bites at unsuspecting guests and students, doll’s eyes plants, dracula orchids, ghost plants, poisonous fungus that exhumes putrid pollens and corrosive giant pitcher plants. 

Guests are unnerved by “victims” of the plants itself: one “victim” is dying when half of their bodies are melted off by the acids, another one begged for their lives at the jaws of venus flytraps… and some had become hybrid fungus zombies that jumped out and scare people along the way. 

After escaping the treacherous greenhouse, the guests have arrived at the-

Rose maze. Twisted rose maze. Also, it’s foggy as well. Remember that time when Riddle Overblot and the rose maze garden just turn dark, spooky and roses are sort of dead? Well then- imagine that atmosphere elevated UP TO ELEVEN. 

I’m talking about thorny vines, dead roses dipped in red-blood paint, endless hedges filled with it. Oh, and there are random heads everywhere - WHY ARE THERE RANDOM HEADS EVERYWHERE???

If it’s not on the tea party table, then it’s mounted on a pike. It looked realistic too, so guests and students are really unnerved when they enter. 

The centerpiece of their garden labyrinth is a floating garden that served as the execution site, where the “Red Queen” gleefully declared everyone unfortunate to come across him as permanently EXECUTED. It was surrounded by a moat, a top of crimson waters filled with heads and headless bodies.

It’s like the Disney version of American McGee’s Alice. 

Trey is, of course, the host. He dressed like a Mad Hatter, all dapper with a playing card motif and BLOODIED. 

He’s waiting for guests and students alike at the first part of the maze - a botanical tea party filled with card attendants. 

He encouraged the students to eat and drink his specially made treats. Strawberry tarts so red like blood, suspiciously red tea, an assortment of petit fours and macarons between blood-stained teapots…

Why do they have boxed presents at the tea party? Hey, look, we can actually pick it up and see what’s underneath it! Oh, what a cute teapot! Oooh! A dormouse plush! Oooh! This one’s a-

“BOO!” A Cater head cackled like a maniac when a present is lifted, eliciting screams everywhere from students and guests alike. 

Cater uses his clones to do the job of terrifying the guests and students alike. 

He carefully arranged his clones to position themselves where their bodies are hidden, either using optical illusion, under the bush or even sometimes using invisibility magic, so that only his “heads” are moving. 

Cater is having a blast at taking horrified pictures of guests and students alike. People considered it an honor to enter Cater’s official “Scream-of-Fame” page on his MagiGram. His favorites so far are either Grimm or Ace - they have the best reactions out of all the students entering the haunted house. 

Riddle’s costume is elegantly terrifying. It seems that his Overblot form gives him ideas because his costume as the “Red Queen '' is regal, with spider-like motifs, tattered fabrics, and plenty of playing card references. His crown is also drenched with red paint, his makeup is adorned with black, red, and gold paints and black tears falling from it. According to the lore that the dorm had set for their haunted house, the “Red Queen” shed tears of sorrow after his subjects failed to show up, vowing to take revenge on them all.  

Oh, and yes, he does have a shiny, large, ax that he was ready to “hack” people to pieces with. 

NO ONE ESCAPES FROM RIDDLE. Either they’re too scared to run or they’re begging for their prefect to come to his senses and spare them. Riddle punished the students for trying to break his character.

THE MISSION: 

The host grimly told the students that the “Red Queen” is on a rampage because EVERYONE IS LATE FOR THE UNBIRTHDAY TEA PARTY (this opened up the traumatic wounds in Ace’s memory), and he’s currently in the maze looking for someone to behead. Their first mission is to find a key inside one of the teapots or presents by lifting them one by one. After the key is found, they need to find a way out of the maze to retrieve the charm on the dead center of the execution/trial ground. 

Oh, and one more thing: SCREAMING WILL ONLY SUMMON THE RED QUEEN’S CARD EXECUTIONERS OR THE RED QUEEN HIMSELF TO YOUR LOCATION. They’re dead serious. 

Okay, now the fun starts. 

It seems that while the jumpscares remained the same, the second and third years on Heartsyabul’s haunted house staff took this as a chance to TORMENT the first years. 

They touched, breathed, and even chased them all around the garden house. Already several people are running away back to the exit or pissing themselves. 

Because MC is an easy target for them, one of the fungus zombies takes the opportunity to skim his hands across MC’s waist, even lower-

Jack kicked the poor guy in the balls, Deuce makes a mental note to report to Riddle for inappropriate misconduct. 

During their excursion on the maze, Deuce had commented how realistic looking these heads are.

Someone suspiciously approached a realistic-looking head… when it suddenly blinks. Cater gave a mouthful of a bloodied grin at Ace.

“Found… A BODY!”

Cue skyward scream. 

As expected, Riddle appeared out of nowhere, sporting a bloody grin, horrifying every student in the vicinity. “FULFILL YOUR PROMISE, TRAPPOLA! SPADE!” He cackled as he chased after the poor group, swinging his ax like a madman, with Ace frantically promising to Riddle that yes, he will behave and follow all the rules for the next two weeks of his life. 

As promised, Ace and Deuce screamed the most, thus adding more scream points. 

Of course, there was a parade of endless living “heads” on every hedge, either a clone of Cater or student actors, laughing and scaring every student and guests that came nearby. Be it on the pike, disguised as a flower, or even jumping out from behind the rose bush walls. 

Ace had to jump onto Deuce like Scooby Doo and Shaggy - poor Deuce is carrying the shivering Ace all around the maze. 

On top of that, the monsters and the “living heads” had continued to draw shrieks from the students and guests at inopportune times, that it also “summoned” Riddle or the actors dressed as Card Executioners straight to them. 

Epel almost smashes a Cater head with a giant teapot nearby in surprise when he lifts one the boxed presents. It took nearly the effort of MC, Deuce, Ace, and Jack to stop the farm boy from committing homicide. 

It’s a good thing too because this Cater head holds the key in his teeth. 

MC tried to take it, but their hands got licked by the Carter head (almost sensually too)  that they dropped the key back to its maw. 

Deuce got his fingers bitten by the Cater head. MC’s group simultaneously closed Deuce’s mouth to keep him from screaming and drawing Riddle’s attention. 

“Now, now, Prefect Riddle must say that either one of you have to scream-” Cater chided playfully.

“CAN YOU NOT?!”

Jack finally got the key after forcefully prying it from Cater’s mouth. 

MC found poor Grimm hiding behind a card soldier prop. “Still thinking of going through this alone?” Nope, Grimm had enough of being “a lonely brave magician”. HE’LL GO WITH MC’S GROUP, WHEREVER THEY GO. Thus, one more party had been added. 

Ah, yes, and to get the charm, they have to get across a red-blood moat towards the floating garden full of heads and “dead” bodies. On which “headless zombies” could spring out unannounced to drag you underwater. Good times. 

Once they finally reached the center of the floating garden, they saw the charm locked inside a locked heart-shaped box. All that they need to do is use the key to get the first charm.

Do you think this is over? Riddle suddenly appears out of nowhere, carrying a bloodied ax and swung it at the unsuspecting MC who dodged it just in time, screaming “OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!” in bloody murder. 

Grimm swore he really DOES nearly lose his head (and half of his body. And his soul.). 

“PREFECT RIDDLE, PLEASE BE REASONABLE!” Deuce begged for his life(?) as Riddle continually hacked away at the group. 

MC’s group ran all the way to the exit and closed the gate just as Riddle’s insane laughter echoed behind them. Even though it was acting, the panting group noted that this version of Riddle is just as traumatizing as the one as when he was Overblotted. In their ten-minute break, Ace and Deuce could not stop shuddering. 

Now that MC’s group has got the first charm, the majority of students that took on this challenge plotted ways to forcefully reclaimed it...

Having finally recuperated from Heartsyabul’s haunted dorm ordeal, they slowly marched into their next destination… Savannaclaw.

TO BE CONTINUED

BONUS:

As per Azul’s request, all dorms are also tasked to sell their own haunted house merchandise (for Crowley’s charity purposes!). It’s selling like hotcakes - although not as fast-selling as Octanivelle’s. 

Aside from T-Shirts, Stickers, and keychains, their fast-selling items are Trey’s rose-shaped sugar cookies and cupcakes.

Part 4

[krys-loves-otome]

10, 12, 15, 17 for houki!

(OC Ask Prompts)

10) Favorite Place? Do they go there often?

She loves any place that is quiet and that has a large assortment of books. Whether it'd be the libraries back home or the archives of Azuchi, she loves a place she can sit and read. It's the most likely place to find her if another warlord hasn't decided she has another place to be, like Nobunaga needing her as his lucky charm in battles, Masamune wanting her to try another recipe he was creating, or Hideyoshi when he wants her stretch her legs and explore the rest of the castle and the town once in a while because her sitting and reading all the time worries him with how much she does just that.

12) Are they hot-headed or even-tempered? What frustrates them the most?

For the most part, she's pretty even-tempered. Not much gets to her as she usually just logics her way out of her problems, feeling that emotions are wasted on things outside of her control.

That being said, she is frustrated that:

1) She doesn't know if or when she can return to her original world despite her problems there,

and by

2) Her original world's problem, which was being a replacement for her cousin that ran away from her duties as political marriage fodder.

15) Are they the type to adopt strays (animals or people?) What or who have they "adopted" over the years?

People are more the type to adopt her rather than the other way around. In her original world, when she was sent to the Summit to be her cousin's replacement, she was adopted by at least two princesses (one of them being a snow warrior princess that was just there for free food and to flirt with cute girls; the other Houki saved from an obnoxious prince that didn't want to take no for an answer so Houki annoyed him with random trivia facts until he went away), a few more lords and ladies, her Summit assigned attendants, I think one or two of the Summit chaperones too probably. In Azuchi, pretty much all the Oda forces adopted her as is want to happen with MCs in this universe. Hideyoshi mothers her, Nobu finds her a fun challenge in Go, Mitsuhide likes to pick as he does, Ieyasu mostly ignores her but finds her slightly more tolerable than Mitsunari, who thinks she's very pretty and smart and awesome.

If she can have one thing she's adopted over the years, it would be the kittens from her cat's litter. Her older brother had gotten her a cat when she was younger, a very sweet lady, but the cat got out one night and had a scandalous affair with a scruffy alley gentleman that left her an unwed mother of three. Houki kept the kittens until they were old enough to be adopted out. She still misses her feline grandchildren some days.

17) Do they consider themselves to be romantic? Why or why not?

Not really. She does what she likes and if it can be seen as a romantic gesture, she's likely the last to know. If she wants to hold pinkies while on walks through town or sitting with her partner with a good book, she sees it more as things that make her and her partner happy and feel good rather than as a romantic thing to do.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

they’ve changed the gobstone interactions/lines for bill, ben, fred & talbott for whatever reason. i haven’t seen the differences in ben & fred’s yet, but bill basically tries to teach mc gobstones & talbott’s whole personality seems different like he values solidarity a lot more. i mean he literally says “i just wanted to get to know you better. after this we can go our separate ways.” like wtfff we spend an entire tlsq on befriending you, saying that it feels like we’re not friends anymore.

...Okay, that assortment of characters is just random. Fred, but not George? Why? The only character who makes any sense for that is Ben, and that’s only post Year 5 when he’s undergone his character shift. I was wondering why they hadn’t updated his interactions to reflect that, actually. But I don’t know why any of the other characters would need it. Bill teaching MC gobstones is a sweet gesture and it plays up the big brother bond that he has with them...but it’s really not necessary? Rowan already taught them how to play? The one with Talbott is by far the most...odd. Like, why was that necessary? We all know he “flies solo.” Is this going to be like Rath, where he’s still guarded even after a friendship is formed. Because JC, you can’t do that to us at this point. Not with a pre-established character, come on. 

“After this we can go our separate ways.” MCs that have chosen him for two dates in a row and planning to pick him for a third just sit there like, “excuse me what the fuck?” Oh god. I’ve just had a terrible thought. I hope this doesn’t mean that they’re foreshadowing Talbott being cut from the dating choices or anything...

[emeraldtawny]

My Ikemen Vampire OCs

Been a while since I’ve done anything with OCs and I’m not sure if I’ll be using these boyos in fics or the like. I just wanted to add my own suitors based on some historical figures that caught my attention and thought would be cool to bring back as sexy vampires uwu~

Picrew used can be found here.

Marco Polo

Thomas Jefferson

Sigmund Freud

~Details under the cut~

Marco Polo

The Wide-Eyed Explorer

Adventurous x Oblivious

“Life's all about finding something out there in this great wide world that hasn't been discovered yet. How about it, Signorina? Want to take the risk with me?”

An explorer renowned for his treks from Europe to Asia, his documentation of his travels are known the world over. Yearning for knowledge yet grounded in his ideals, he enjoys exploring this “distant future” of 19th century France and pauses to marvel at every detail and moment he can. He accepted the taste of immortality so he could further explore the world. However, the dynamic, rocky expanse of love is one journey even the great Marco Polo wasn’t prepared for.

Birthday: September 15th

Height: 177cm (5’9”)

Occupation: Merchant

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Exploring, Collecting trinkets (hoarding), Taking notes

Dislikes: Staying indoors

Specialty: Storytelling, Charisma

Weaknesses: Lying

Favourite Food: Pasta

Hated Food: Ginger

Pet: Monkey named Viaggio

Random Tidbits

Wears two dangling coin earrings, as a symbol of the currency he knew before learning of and introducing paper money to Europe.

Responsible for bringing noodles - and consequently, pasta - back to Italy. One of his proudest accomplishments, he says.

Gets incredibly pouty when people doubt his memoirs or if he even made it to China at all.

Is endlessly fascinated by the different culture of this “new world” and will ask endless questions to gain knowledge.

Gets flustered and oddly prideful over how many other important figures of history looked to his experiences to guide them (Of course, he is most proud of the children’s game named after him).

Most of his memoirs were written in prison and by his cellmate. *A/N: hmmm, I wonder who comes back to smite him :3*

Is uncharacteristically frugal and likes to hoard any “unique” treasures he finds (most of them are commonplace items, but rare to Marco).

Favourite Place To Bite: Shoulder. He just gets incredible pleasure sinking his teeth into the flesh of the shoulder, and it works in tandem to muffle the groans that threaten to slip through his lips as he feeds. And if they bite him back on his shoulder, he is gone. His arms will always be snaked around their waist and whether he’s pressed against their back or front, he’s absorbed in his feeding so fully that sometimes he doesn’t know when to pull back until it’s too much.

Associates With:

Leonardo - The pureblood quite enjoys the boundless vibrant energy of his fellow Italian, and is more than happy to show him around the city and listen to the younger man’s detailed recounts of what he’s seen. They fuel each other’s insatiable need for new things to learn.

Dazai - Enjoys teasing him for his cluelessness about the world. The mansion’s residents don’t know whether to intervene, as both seem oblivious to the other’s intentions in their odd conversations.

Sebastian - Usually on the butler’s bad side for the constant clutter of “souvenirs” he always returns with. However, is rewarded with the whimsical story recounting of THE Marco Polo, so it isn’t all bad.

How He Met MC

After MC had attended dinner and was making her way to Comte���s room, she almost gets knocked off her feet as she collides with someone whilst lost in thought. Things fall to the floor and she quickly apologises and kneels down to help pick up the fallen items. As she lifts her head, she’s met with a head of white wispy locks and kind ice-blue eyes staring back at her behind his round spectacles. He takes the things back from her and they both return to their feet. “Grazie Mille, Signorina.” He says through a grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. You must be new around here.”

“Oh, um--”

(Is he a famous figure of history too? He looks nice enough.)

Her thoughts are cut off as Sebas comes into the hallway and seems ready to scold the young man for bringing in another assortment of useless trinkets. He pouts a little and says that these are unique and a brand new discovery that he must look into for their use. Sebas sighs, notices MC and asks if he has introduced himself to her yet. He blinks and exclaims in realisation before turning back to MC with a sheepish, boyish grin.

“It seems I forgot to introduce myself to you, Signorina. My name is Marco Polo. I’m a merchant and an explorer.”

(M-Marco Polo?!)

After MC learns the truth about the mansion and its residents, she’s on her guard as she walks aimlessly around the mansion, avoiding everyone she can for fear of them biting her. She stops as she passes the archive at the sound of a happy tune being hummed. She peeks in to see Marco cross-legged on the floor with a pile of junk in front of him. Yet the way he’s observing each piece makes her believe every single one is an irreplaceable treasure. He adjusts his glasses and inspects the map in his hands with an inquisitive gaze, his excitement of a new discovery at his fingertips vibrant and infectious. 

She’s so lost watching him that she hardly realises that she’s entered the archive, her feet naturally bringing her towards him. He stops humming and turns to meet her curious eyes with a wink.

“Oh! Perfecto! Just the woman I was hoping to see!”

He says it so heartfeltly that she feels her heart leap.

“Would you happen to know what these are? Since you’re from the future, you’d likely have a better idea than me.”

She hesitantly sits down across from him, still unsure yet compelled to help him, the kind, yearning aura surrounding him too strong to resist. [First CG of them looking over the pile of junk. Marco gesturing wide as he imagines the uses of a simple silver spoon and MC staring at him like “...it’s a spoon, not a lightning rod.”]

As she listens to him, she asks him why he finds joy in collecting these everyday items. He blinks at her...before bursting out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Really I am. It’s just I never get tired of hearing that question. To me, that question means that there are people out there who have grown accustomed to what’s around them. So much so that something they see every day has lost its beauty to their eyes. I truly believe that everything out there - discovered or not - has a story, a meaning. No matter how mundane it may be, everything has a unique beauty in this world.”

(That’s...such a wonderful outlook on life.)

...

Thomas Jefferson

The Repentant Sinner

Awkward x Earnest

“I cannot see the merits of wanting to get to know me. So, why can’t I stop you from doing so?”

A diplomat and a scholar, the one thing Thomas Jefferson cannot say he is versed in is the art of conversation. Despite this, he isn’t shy. He simply prefers to observe and document what is around him. Intelligent and soft-spoken, he seems to be more driven in his immortal life despite his tremendous accomplishments in his human life. What so greatly motivated him to be reborn as a vampire?

Birthday: April 13th

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Occupation: Diplomat don't mention the P-word

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Writing, Violin

Dislikes: Public speaking

Specialty: Writing documents (in silence)

Weaknesses: Conversation, His reputation

Favourite Food: Vegetables (selective vegetarian)

Hated Food: Liver

Pet: Mockingbird named Quill

Random Tidbits

Can speak 4 languages (English, Latin, French and Italian) and can communicate through writing in a further two languages (Greek and Spanish).

Wears multiple rings and a wrist cuff on his right hand, as he had dislocated his wrist in his human life yet the bones failed to set right when healing. The discomfort continues as a vampire, though less painful.

His voice is quiet, mellow and of a tenor pitch. He can barely string more than three sentences together unless speaking in private and about a topic he is knowledgeable in.

Developed mild insomnia since becoming a vampire. Coupled with his periodic headaches, some days he will be completely inconsolable.

Enjoys writing and listening to his mockingbird sing in the comfort of his room.

Completely freezes and nearly breaks down when reminded of the dark underbelly of his legacy.

Has no less than four feather quills on his person wherever he goes.

Favourite Place To Bite: Fingers. Feeding on a body part with a smaller surface area helps him pace himself and prevent more harm than necessary. But he truly enjoys piercing his fangs into the tip of the index and middle fingers, giving a cursory suck before withdrawing and taking the fingers into his mouth to suck them that way; he doesn’t wish to harm anyone with his bites if he can help it. Of course, sometimes he can’t help it when he’s lost in bloodlust.

Associates With:

Isaac - Enjoys his quiet companionship. They usually sit in the archive together, working on their different projects in complete silence.

Napoleon - Occasionally goes to the Frenchman requesting a feather from his eagle to make into a new quill. Napoleon agrees under the condition he helps him teach the schoolchildren, something he begrudgingly agrees to.

How He Met MC

The first time she meets Thomas is at her welcoming dinner. She baulks slightly at the height of him and the broad set of his shoulders being accentuated by his perfectly fitted dress shirt. He meets her gaze and nods politely towards her before taking his seat and idly staring down at and fiddling with his rings. She whispers to Napo if she somehow offended him, but he assures her that that’s just how Thomas is; not the best at striking up a conversation. 

When introductions come up, he’s one of the last to speak and definitely the least enthusiastic. He clears his throat softly and makes eye contact with MC, his gaze oddly intense as if forcing himself to meet her eye.

“Thomas Jefferson. Diplomat. A pleasure.”

(Thomas Jefferson. He was important in American history if I remember correctly. Can’t say I know much more than that.)

When Sebas (and Arthur) get it through MC’s head that she’s now in a mansion of vampires, she immediately runs out of the kitchen and just panic runs. She ends up in the foyer and almost collapses with relief because she can finally escape this place. Before she can reach the door, however, she realises there’s someone else right in front of the door, pacing back and forth as if in a trance.

(Oh great. They have someone on guard as well? Even more reason to get out of here!)

She tries to slip by, but the man notices her and stops his pacing to stare at her, saying nothing. MC feels overwhelmed by his gaze and starts to shake. His eyes widen and he goes to reach for her.

“Are you--?”

“Get away from me! Vampire! Monster! Don’t touch me!!”

She swats his hand away and makes a break for the door, but Thomas grabs her around the waist, pinning her arms down. She thrashes and begins to feel tears pricking her eyes when Sebas emerges. Thomas turns to him and asks him to take the young lady to her room. He immediately releases her from his hold and whispers a soft “I apologise for scaring you.” before walking back to his room with long strides.

Back in her room, she reflects on what happened and realises that his grip on her wasn’t tight enough to harm her and instead, he was likely as panicked as she was.

(Even if he is a vampire, it was clear he was trying to protect me. And I called him a monster…)

The next day, she asks Sebas to show her where Thomas’ room is so she can apologise to him. Sebas says to try the archive instead and shows her the way. She knocks on the door and peeks inside. 

Sitting at a desk and brandishing a feather quill, Thomas writes like his life depends on it, his eyes - while still heavy and tired with dark circles - seem focused with an intensity that leaves MC dumbfounded. [First CG of him deep in his scribing, unaware of the pretty lady who watches him with her attention rapt.]

(He writes as if he’s possessed. I feel like if I interrupted him now, I’d be ruining the very nature of his being.)

She waits until he lets out a soft sigh and sets down his quill. When he finally notices her presence, he blinks, a deer in the headlights. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Um...can I help you?”

...

Sigmund Freud

The Cold Elitist

Analytical x Insatiable

“Such honest eyes. Yet such boring simplicity in your actions and thoughts.”

An Austrian neurologist whose work helped to shape modern psychology. His work with brains and how they shape our conscious and unconscious mind - his book The Interpretation of Dreams using his own brain as the study - made him observant and insightful; in a holier-than-thou way in most cases. He is private and distancing, yet fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy enough to be close to him. His own findings concluded that personality and unconscious thoughts cannot be so easily swayed. Until he meets you...

Birthday: May 6th

Height: 180cm (5’10”)

Occupation: Neurologist (despises the term psychologist being attributed to him)

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Smoking cigars, People watching, Reading

Dislikes: Being referred to by his first name (Call him Freud or you’ll get one hell of a death stare)

Specialty: Psychoanalysis, Picking apart people’s thoughts

Weaknesses: Accepting defeat or wrongdoing, Smiling through his eyes

Favourite Food: Artichoke

Hated Food: Anything American

Pet: Frog named Ego

Random Tidbits

He has a pet frog because of his early work as a medical student, where he studied frog brains to determine the difference between vertebrate and invertebrate brains. And named his pet after one of the terms he coined of the human psyche, representing the balance of our desires and morality.

Used to smoke cigars heavily, so much so that he developed mouth cancer which led to his eventual human death. Picked the habit back up again after being revived as a vampire.

Had a therapy dog when he was human. Sneaks pets to Vic and King whenever he can.

Was quoted saying “The goal of all life is death.”, yet accepted the offer to be granted eternal life (he chuckles bitterly at himself over this fact).

Was a firm Shakespeare sceptic and remains so into his vampire life. Any conversation he has with Shakespeare usually ends with him bad-mouthing him in German and proclaiming that the Earl of Oxford was the true writer of his plays.

Continues to write books about his discoveries, yet keeps them unpublished.

Is joked as being sex-obsessed (by Arthur of all people), but stands by his claims that sexual wishes and desires play into how a person’s mentality is shaped.

Favourite Place To Bite: Stomach. The way the muscles flex and spasm around his fangs is exquisite in every meaning of the word. He enjoys slowly sliding the blouse up, letting his hands trail slowly to feel the goosebumps that prickle on the skin, before biting right on the curve of the waist.

Associates With:

Comte - The one man who may call him by his first name. Feels indebted to him for another chance at life.

Mozart - Short yet calm conversations between the two Austrians happen every so often; about what, who can say?

Arthur - Pesters Freud for psychoanalytical techniques he can incorporate into his Holmes novels. Gives him the bare minimum to leave him alone. Absolutely loathes the nickname the Brit gives him (“Siggy”).

How He Met MC

When MC first encounters him, Freud is at the dining table with Mozart, Theo, Vincent and Isaac. As soon as he hears the commotion and she enters for dinner, he abruptly stands and leaves without a word, only sparing a cold stare that she feels in the pit of her stomach.

Her first true encounter with him is after Sebas tries to tell her that her housemates are vampires and she runs into him in the hallway. She notes that his eyes of metal run just as cold as the first time she met his gaze, but she still tries to greet him (Comte told her about him briefly at dinner, saying his name is Sigmund). When she addresses him as such, his lips twitch in distaste and harshly tells her not to call him that.

Being MC, she bites back a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

”For a meek little thing, you certainly try to bark, don’t you?”

“Hey, I don’t need another person in this mansion referring to me as a dog!”

“Hm. Very well then, Rotznase.”

(Did....did he just call me a brat?!) *A/N: no, MC. He called you a snot-nosed brat*

She goes to bite back again, but something in his eyes stops her dead. Like they can see into her soul, see the exact way her brain ticks. He exudes a harsh aura that makes her want to run, but the power of his eyes on her has her paralysed, like a predator staring down its defenceless prey. He scoffs at her before asking if she knows what he is. When she doesn’t respond, he sighs in annoyance before grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the wall, hard. [First CG of this kabedon-strangling hybrid. 2/10, not sexy and probably hurts too much.]

”You’re a foolish little girl. And unfortunate in your luck. If you had crossed paths with any of the other beasts in these halls, you may have gotten away with nothing more than nightmares.”

His hand on her throat tightens, constricting her windpipe and cutting off her air supply, the petrified horror in her eyes only increasing as he bares his fangs to her.

”I am not a lenient man, I never have been. And this is no dream. You’re just an unlucky human. No offence intended.”

Just as his hand tightens further and he leans over her, Arthur of all people is the one to save her. He grabs Freud’s collar and yanks him back, barking at him not to scare the bird. Freud only gives an annoyed huff before strolling away as if he never had any part in it. MC loses strength in her knees and passes out from fear, and Arthur brings her to her room before heading to Comte to tell him what occurred.

The following day, Comte invites MC out to the garden for a chat. He confirms that the residents are all men of history brought back from death as vampires, and he apologises for Freud’s less than savoury approach at drilling the message in.

”Listen well, ma Cherie. The men in this mansion may be vampires, but they all show restraint. Sigmund, however, is an unusual case. He is prone to frenzies, where he’s so consumed with bloodlust that he cannot control himself. For your own safety, I would suggest having as little contact with him as possible.”

[city-full-of-ocs]

Emmett Stewart Bio

Emmett  Stewart  

FC : Rob benedict

Emmett is a struggling Singer in the city. He moved there right out of high school thinking he could make it big. Obviously that wasn’t the case. He was slightly known at a corner bar.  They had a regular gig and two CDs but nothing big. He picked up any odd jobs he could in this city. Which obviously ranged all over the places. One night he was an MC the next he was a cater. His resume had grown quite a bit over the years.  

Over his many years in the city, he never left. Instead, he just collects a random assortment of odd friends. His best friend is Nicky.  To this day it’s not known if Nicky is a good influence or a bad one. It depends on who you ask or what day it is.

Emmett can be a very nervous person. He’s a rambler. He has a kind heart but is also known to be an asshole. Most people say that’s the influence of some of his friends. He doesn’t mean to be. He’ll just nervously word vomit and comes off as an asshole.

When he’s singing it the one time he feels truly free. It’s honestly one of the few reasons he hasn’t left this stupid city. Finally having at least that small platform is giving him that freedom. It’s not the same as just singing in your room. Maybe it’s a long way off from singing on a big stage but maybe that’s not what it’s all about.

This is honestly not where he thought he would be in his life. Middle-aged doing odd jobs in the city while writing music. Also roommates with his best friend who is also a middle-aged man.  

Still, it was a life and he was doing what he loves.

[bbaba-yagaa]

Pleasure Before Business

A/N: I wrote this last Thursday but finished it too late to post. It was another one of those days.... a thirsty Thursday.

Summary: Post ILB, Pine Springs is at peace, but trouble is brewing elsewhere. What does that mean? Road trip!

Pairings: Danni x Harper (M!MC)

Rating: 18+ NS*W!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm only borrowing them.

Word Count: 1650

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @queerchoicesblog @edgydepressedchoicesthot @sceptilemasterr @bhavf

A newer model, compact sedan steadily navigates the narrow winding road just outside of Hood River, Oregon. In the driver's seat is Danni Asturias whose eyes are fixed in concentration on the path ahead. Beside her, Harper Vance is quietly mulling over information the two of them had been collecting from local newspapers. Events similar to the ones that transpired in Westchester and Pine Springs had begun to make headlines in news articles originating from the relatively small town. The Pine Springs group had fully expected the power to resurface at some point, but they had hoped it wouldn't happen so soon. Now on their way to turn over a few rocks and see what they can dig up from the local happenings, the tense, young couple share a nervous anticipation of what they may find. These events always centered around a group of people shared a mutual fascination with a power they could never hope to understand or control.

Harper scratches his head in frustration, rolls down the passenger side window and sticks his head out to enjoy the cool mountain air.

“You alright over there, Vance?” Danni casts a sideways glance at her companion while keeping full attention on the road ahead.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit wound up.” He pulls his head back inside and runs a hand through his windblown hair.

As Harper rolls up the window, a sign reading: Welcome to Hood River, Oregon! Population 7,000, comes into view. When they drive past it, the idyllic little town begins to materialize off in the distance.

As they enter town and begin to make their way down a main street, Danni takes notice of her companion’s growing anxiety. “Hey, there's a cute local shop that I saw online that has great reviews and I think it really fits my m.o. Do you want to check it out and unwind a bit before we get into full blown, monster hunter mode?”

Harper smiles at her enthusiasm and nods in agreement. He knows that if Danni is interested in something, then it's sure to be good for laughs and possibly a fun conversation topic later.

********

As Danni brings the small sedan to a halt, Harper looks around in confusion. The two of them are parked curbside, in front of what appears to be a house. On the front most eve is the name: ‘Duddy Ruck.

“What the hell is this? It looks like a house.” Harper laughs aloud and turns to his girlfriend who is wearing a huge smile.

“Right? Wait till you see the inside, you'll hardly believe your eyes.” Danni throws open her car door and hops out, prompting Harper to follow suit. Together, the couple descends the stairs from street level and heads inside. Once inside, Danni stands back and relishes the look of amazement on her boyfriend's face as he takes in the large interior of the store. On the outside, the Duddy Ruck appeared small and quaint, but on the inside, it was indeed a full blown clothing store. Every shelf, rack and display is filled to the brim with flannel shirts, denim jeans; along with an array of brightly colored spring attire and activewear.

“Wow, you weren't kidding. This store totally oozes the same energy you do.” Harper flinches reflexively as Danni playfully slugs his shoulder before pulling him toward the first rack of clothes. Unsurprisingly, the first thing that catches her attention is a circular rack of assorted flannel shirts.

Harper chuckles as his girlfriend excitedly flips through them while searching for her size and a color she likes. “You could at least try to be unpredictable once in a while.” He quickly ducks around the opposite side of the rack as Danni shoots an angry glare his way.

“What's wrong with flannels?! You know they are my favorite.” She hangs a shirt back on the rack before circling around to confront her boyfriend.

“Nothing, nothing at all! I only meant I saw that coming a mile away.” Slowly, Harper lowers his hands from their defensive position as Danni mulls over his words. A wide grin crosses her face as she catches sight of a particularly inviting shelf of clothes.

“Predictable, huh? How about these?” Practically bouncing over to a table of bright colored sundresses, she reaches for the mannequin standing nearby. After snatching the broad, flat brimmed hat from its head, Danni twirls it between her fingers and puts it on.

“What do you think, Vance: is this predictable?”

“Yeah, but only a little bit. Now I'm getting the vibe that you are putting some effort into it.” Harper ducks away laughing just in time to avoid another playful slap from his flustered girlfriend.

Before Danni can give chase, her eyes land on a bright yellow sundress. She picks it up tenderly, checks the tag and giggles happily upon seeing that it's just her size. While Harper hovers just on the other side of a circular clothing rack, Danni folds up the garment quickly and heads toward the changing room nearby. Her boyfriend notices the dress in his girlfriend's hands just as she steps inside the booth and closes the door behind her. The young man plops down into a chair nearby and waits anxiously to see what Danni has in store.

Harper's jaw drops in disbelief when Danni reemerges a few minutes later. The bright yellow sundress perfectly complements her curvy figure as she struts out of the small booth toward her boyfriend. Atop her head sits the bleached white hat from earlier, but now she's pulled the brim down low over her eyes. As she comes to a stop in front of Harper, the mid thigh length hem of the dress catches his eye. Never before has he seen Danni show off so much of those long tan legs without them being hidden under the thin veil of her usual tights; in public at least.

“Well, don't leave me in suspense, Harper. How's this for predictable? Should I make a duck face too?” Danni puckers her lips and pops a hip out to one side before placing an open palm on it.

As Harper runs his eyes along every sensual curve of Danni's body, a familiar tightness begins to grow in his pants. He quickly checks to see if anyone is watching him and his girlfriend before standing up and pulling her back into the changing booth. The brunette doesn't have time to utter a single word before her boyfriend brings his lips crashing into hers. Quiet moans escape from the two of them as Harper picks her up, wraps those long legs around his waist and sits her on a small ledge in the back of the changing room.

“I just want… to say… that I totally expected this.” Danni's words come between kisses as her hands quickly undo Harpers pants. She slips her hand into his boxers and begins to stroke his hard length. While working him just the way he likes, Harper’s hands work their way up her dress and quickly do away with the panties beneath. As their kisses grow in passion and desperation, the young man slips a hand between her thighs. He then begins to gently run his fingers through her slick folds; spreading her growing excitement through them before starting to tease her clit. An approving moan escapes the brunette’s lips and Harper instinctively cups a hand over her mouth. While trembling in excitement, Danni pulls her boyfriend's pants down to knee high height and starts to massage the entirety of his manhood as she continues to stroke him. When the anticipation between them reaches a fever pitch when Harper slips a finger inside his girlfriend while the circles he traces around her clit grow smaller and faster. Teetering on the verge of release, Danni pulls Harper close and positions the tip of his erection at her entrance. He enters her with one, single thrust and the brunette claps a hand over his mouth as he hisses in satisfaction. The two of them begin to rock their hips together aggressively: both of them desperate for the sweet release only they could provide for each other. Muffled breathes and stifled moans slip from the couple's cupped mouths as the thrusting grows more aggressive and erratic. As Danni's walls tighten around Harper's length, signaling her release, he withdraws and finishes on the yellow sundress unintentionally. While the two of them catch their breath and struggle to redress, the brunette once again slaps her boyfriend on the arm.

“Way to go, Vance,” Danni's voice comes out as a semi angry whisper, “Now I have to buy this dress.”

“Hey, I'm not complaining. It looks really good on you. Come to think of it, you should get the hat too.” Harper grins in satisfaction as his girlfriend's cheeks redden at the barrage of compliments.

*******

After the two of them manage to exit the dressing room and pay for their clothes without drawing suspicion, Danni and Harper leave the shop. When they sit down and close the doors of the car, a fit of uncontrollable laughed breaks out between them. The couple tries and fails to recompose themselves several times before finally succeeding.

“That was great Harper; we should do this more often.” Danni wipes away a stray tear of joy as her boyfriend rubs his aching sides.

“We could totally make a thing out of finding random clothing stores to have sex in.” Another chuckle escapes the young man as he rubs his face with both hands.

After a quiet moment of relishing their daring feat, Danni turns to her boyfriend with determination. “So, are we ready to go monster hunting now?”

“Hell yeah, let's do this.” Harper grabs his seatbelt and clicks it into place as Danni starts the car, throws it in gear and quickly speeds off toward their destination.

[gottaenjoythelittlethingzz]

Meet the Writer Tag Pt. 3

Rules: answer 10 questions, write 10 questions, and tag 10 people.

I was tagged by the very kind @sashathewriter.  These are really fun, so thanks for tagging me!

1.    What is your characters’ darkest secret?

Hard edit: this answer for my OC Sky is cancelled. The answer will not be restated or revealed until the fateful day I actually finish her monster project.  

2.    What effect do OC’s parents have on them?

I think I put a great deal of thought in the family lineage of each of my OC’s.  Even if the parents are not shown in a scene or spoke of by the character, the OC will share similar traits or similar aspirations.  Sky, for example, will be taking over her father’s business. Another OC I wrote for years ago was an activist for social change.  Very similar to her mother who was an activist and a war veteran.  

3.    Do any of your OCs have any strange or unusual habits?

None that I would call unusual.  Maybe this is something for me to consider adding to current/future characters.  The only thing that I can think of beyond the tapping of nails, fidgeting with objects, shifting on feet that most OCs/characters in general are written to do is perhaps that Sky (a cis female) regularly “spits” because she is trying to fit in and copy the actions of her male counter parts (she’s in a male dominated organization).  Is that strange/different?

4.    How did you decide on a title of your current WIP/ WIPs?

I suppose it varies.  I love naming chapters because I like to incorporate a line or phrase from the chapter into the title.  I do something similar for one-shots.  My main work, Always a Perfect Day, is meant to be a description for the whole multi chapter work.  Besides any fist fights or “supernatural” elements in the story, at the moment, I don’t have plans for any serious action scenes or physical conflicts. It’s the story of a family experiencing the ups and downs of life together.  No matter how bad things get, they will always get better.  My end goal is for it to be a story which exams the human condition and I think the title fits nicely.  

5.    How do you pick a name for your OCs?

I spent roughly two weeks attempting to name Schuyler (Sky).  I still do not have a first name for her. I like names that can be turned into nicknames.  I like names that have the same letter for first/middle/last names.  I hate the real name for my main character of APD, but her nickname is everything!  Naming characters keeps me up at night for sure, but when I land on one I stick to it. I hate writing MC.  I need to nail character names before I can write for a character.  Maybe my unwillingness to name characters is one of the reasons why I’m so comfortable writing fanfiction.  

6.    How far are you with your WIP/ WIPs?

My main story currently has 5 chapters posted on my assorted accounts (I’m pretty slow to update it right now.  Also, I intend to put together a masterlist of completed or ongoing works to post here at some point in the near future.  I’ve also seen something similar for WIPs that I would also like to put together just so I know where I stand right now.).  I’m currently in the process of writing two individual one-shots for two different Fandoms.  They are currently outlined.  I just have to finish the research for one and write out both (imagine!).  They will be up before the end of the year.  Even if it’s December before I post them.  😊  The story with Sky is still in the outlining phase.  I haven’t names it.  I have most, or all, of the first chapter written.  All characters are in place excluding the final details on Sky’s background and one side character that will appear infrequently.  

7.    What is the strangest thing you had to research for your WIP?

Illnesses, disease, and maybe random facts about when certain pieces of tech were invented/released.  Also, how much blood can a human can lose and still survive.  Oh, and the highest temperature of a fever before a human undergoes permanent brain damage.

8.    Have you ever co-written a story?

I have a side account on FF with my “editor” where we have posted two stories we co-wrote.  Author name is: Blondes-N-November

9.    Describe the best part of your WIP.

Hmm, descriptions…Maybe my main characters, as far as my OCs, who are (I hope) breaking social norms.  

10.         Your WIP’s first sentence and the last sentence you had written?

The WIP with Sky which is a SOA FF

First: Tig Trager pulled into Teller-Morrow on the back of his panhead at break neck speed and backed into his unofficial, but nonetheless designated parking space in the middle of a lineup of miscellaneous bikes.  

Last: “That’s my seat now.”

I tag: @ink-on-poppies, @rhikasa, @sophisticated-narwhal, @possiblypan-actuallyace, @deathvalleyqueen, @catwritesfiction, & anyone else who sees this and wants to jump in!

I don’t have the time to come up with my own questions, but feel free to answer the ones I answered.

I know this has been circulating the community, so if you’ve already played along there’s no pressure to do it again. I tagged some of the last people in my inbox/activity. If you’ve already participated then this is just a virtual hug! If you choose to participate remember to tag me so I can see your answers and continue to spread the positivity!

[teddy-feathers]

Tired brain spazes of the night.

Various and assorted car crashes even though my dad was driving

I dont think you understand how vivid my imagination is i could feel amd see exactly how the car was going to slip off the road/ hit a curb and pop a tire/ turn too sharp and flip

Took off shoes but light of phone and in the mud room there was a fucking furby. The most evil cursed looking fucking edgy mc soul stealing chew you up alive looking fucker youve even seen in a quick glance. I didnt double check but i think it followed me to my room. If its real i dont want to fucking know.

Random shadow people ducking out of sight. Like people sized reverse endermen. Which outside is chill because distance and escspe room right? Except when in bed room and your brain is convinced every sound and shape is dead childern.

This isnt brain spazing exactly. I heard a very real sound and my brain is convinced old metal spring bed someones climed off of on the floor above only 1st off the nearest bed room is TWO floors above i wouldnt hear that and 2 we have... Idk no springs mattresses. Very comfy and not loud.

Theres plastic bags settling on my bedroom floor. This is very obviously dead childern

Sound at the window? Idk man murder thieves or something youre gonna die.

Noises outside bed room is that demon furby coming for me - like im convinced you could remake childs play with a god blessed furby rn and itd legit jump scare the absolute hell out of me

And to top it all off is the very vivid image of a ghosty hardly illumated by my phone as it grabs my wrist and tells me to go the fuck to sleep. The very little i do see - long hair, one large wild eye - does little to endear this terrrifying apperition to me

So yeah folks this is why you go to sleep and why you sleep regular hours. Now im going to sleep maybe seven hours and then go to work until ten and then get up at 9 because dipshit here wasnt paying attention when I picked out my schedule for this week.

[cinful-stories]

The Suitors' Gifts FOR MC (Nice List)

Byron- a bracelet with planet charms on it and a midnight blue ballgown with silver sequins that glitter like stars. Has the ballroom reserved just for them for the evening.

Nico- a rose shaped tea diffuser with a crate of assorted tea leaves from foreign countries. Also gives her a giant teddy bear (like one from Costco) with a necklace hidden around its neck.

Robert- a portfolio of paintings and poems he's created for her throughout the year, as well as an antique jewelry box passed down to him from his mother. Also a fan of perfume.

Alyn- assorted baked goods he made for her the previous night. Also includes a 14K gold necklace that belonged to his mother. It has a locket with their pictures in it.

Giles- a spa day gift basket with candles, soap, and bath salts, along with a "coupon book" for days off and...other...Giles-provided favors. Also gives her a purple, silk nightdress.

Louis- a pearl earrings and necklace set he picked up from a trader in a foreign nation who dove to the bottom of the sea. Also gives her a small teddy bear with her name sewn into the foot.

Leo- a collection of rare, antique books found only in select countries. Hides pressed rose petal bookmarks in random pages of the books, as well as hand-written letters he made for her during sleepless night.

Albert- lamenated pages of his diary where he wrote about her while away on the battlefield. Also gives her a bouquet of roses and a hand-made charm bracelet.