#random drabble from the

[bakawitch]

Grimm Court: Too Easy

"Hmm." Lady Akeru frowned as she knelt down to asses the odd slash marks left behind on the concrete of the unkept rooftop.

She cautiously ran a finger across the bold indents, trying to gauge what tool could have possibly left it behind. The edges were shockingly smooth and there was very little rubble surrounding the blemishes. It definitely couldn't have been Lüderc, since her lantern was more suited for bludgeoning. Akeru could recall a faint memory of seeing marks hauntingly similar to these before, but she couldn't place exactly where.

"Is something wrong?" Sphinx Noir chimed in after observing his partner in pensive silence for awhile.

Sighing as her train of thought got interrupted, Lady Akeru pushed herself up, her fist unconsciously tightening around the disappointingly small Lucky Charm.

"I'm... not quite sure myself," she admitted, crossing her arms in thought. "Don't you think this felt off? Wasn't this too easy? Hawkmoth is never this easy. His plots are always senselessly convoluted." She muttered, listing of her concerns as she approached Sphinx Noir.

Akeru just knew that this couldn't be it. Something wasn't right. She could feel a sense of unsatisfaction, for lack-thereof a better word.

"I feel you there." Sphinx sympathetically nodded, sensing that Akeru had more to say.

"Right?" She pondered, squinting her eyes at the feeble black spotted glassy item between her fingers. "Usually the Lucky Charm would have summoned a blade, or some other weapon, but I only received a marble this time and I didn't even get the chance to use it."

Sphinx Noir's lips pulled into a slight smile at the sound of that. He couldn't hold it against Lady Akeru for being frustrated with an inadequate mission, his partner always had a particular thought process and her gut feeling tended to be right about things like this.

"You don't think we're finished yet." He concluded.

"I don't." Lady Aketsu reaffirmed, taking the small ball back into the safety of her gloved fist.

Sphinx let out a small huff of air as he took his staff back out of its holster, the reassuring smile never leaving his face.

"Well we still have some time left, and the akuma didn't do any serious damage this time. We can keep patrolling for a little longer if you want. The Cure can wait."

"Thank you, Sphinx." Lady Akeru mumbled, finally lifting her distracted gaze to meet his, a grateful glint in her red tinted eyes.

"No need. I wholeheartedly trust your judgement, Akeru." He guaranteed with a respectful bow of his head.

Assured, Lady Akeru returned the encouraging gesture with a solemn nod, winding up her yo-yo for their imminent departure into the night.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

this is loosely based off of @emmyrosee 's messing with sukuna post bc i just love the idea of messing with your whiny baby dramatic boyfriend and i immediately thought about katsuki ! if you want this taken down lmk !

katsuki is hilarious to mess with.

you've only been staring at him for about 5 seconds when he turns to you.

"whaddya want ?" he asks with a raised brow. you're still all smiles, resting your head into your palm

"nothing." you hum, he grumbles a bit but doesn't pay it any mind. until you keep staring. he's trying to focus on his phone but you can tell he's about to snap when he starts squinting at the device.

"what ?" he grumbles, red eyes narrow at your smile widening.

"nothing !"

"yn. don't fuck with me."

"i'm not !" you giggle " i'm just looking at you, am i not allowed to ?"

you know exactly what to say to fluster him without fail every time, it's something you're most proud of when you see the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink.

"..no."

you snort "no ?"

"shaddup." he says through gritted teeth "so what, you're just lookin' at me ?"

"yeah." you shrug "i like lookin' at my pretty boyfriend." you prop your head against the couch and sigh dreamingly to sell the lovesick act. katsuki inhales through his nose, chest puffing like he's upset and he tsks, ears and cheeks beet red.

"weirdo." he scoffs, then grabs the back of your head to pull you in and press his lips to yours roughly.

you're both breathing heavy when you pull away. he looks at you, mouth slightly agape as he heaves lightly, eyeing you from your eyes to your lips. and then he huffs through his nose like a bull and roughly pulls you into in chest, causing you to release an 'oomph !' at the force when he flops down onto the couch, pulling you with him.

"m'not pretty." he mocks your voice and you huff a laugh into his collarbone. you wiggle around and your boyfriend loosens his hold a bit so you can look up at him.

"you so are !" you argue, he won't look at you but narrows his eyes at the tv he'd turned to to distract himself from your gaze.

"nah, that's you, babe." he switches through the channels "thought you said i was handsome last week."

"you can be pretty and handsome at the same time, the proof is right in front of me." you flirt, he looks at your from the corner of his eye and his mouth curls up like he smelled something nasty when you wink at him.

"gross."

"you're blushing~" you sing, closing your eyes and laying your head onto his chest, you sigh happily when he starts rubbing up and down your back instinctively.

"go to sleep. m'tired of listening to you." he pushes your head down into his chest jokingly and you giggle. you can't see the smirk growing on his face from where your being shoved into.

you wrestle out of his hold to look at him to see he's already staring at you, half smirk on his face and he scoffs at your expression, you huff through your nose and your smile widens.

"you love me." you whisper knowingly, katsuki takes the hand off of your back to pinch at your side and he snorts when you squeal.

"unfortunately."

you yelp when he wets his lips and he captures yours in a sloppy wet kiss.

[scealaiscoite]

.☽༊˚ a hundred assorted prompts

¹⁾ raspberry lip gloss

²⁾ pajama bottoms

³⁾ a silver lighter

⁴⁾ fresh honey

⁵⁾ flushed cheeks

⁶⁾ a fogged-up mirror

⁷⁾ the imprint of a belt buckle on skin

⁸⁾ helium balloons

⁹⁾ a broken cocktail glass

¹⁰⁾ old playing cards

¹¹⁾ chipped green nail polish

¹²⁾ a brown leather wallet

¹³⁾ bullet holes in a wooden wall

¹⁴⁾ seashells lined up along the curve of a spine

¹⁵⁾ beaded curtains

¹⁶⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁷⁾ a carabiner heavy with keys

¹⁸⁾ fresh-cut orchids in a pottery vase

¹⁹⁾ vending machine cigarettes

²⁰⁾ an out of date map

²¹⁾ a creaky wooden gate

²²⁾ a minifridge stocked with budweiser and paracetamol

²³⁾ snapdragons growing between pavement slabs

²⁴⁾ smudged yellow eyeshadow

²⁵⁾ slept-in braids

²⁶⁾ library books that’ll never be returned

²⁷⁾ a pink-tiled shower

²⁸⁾ a honeybee on a linen shirtsleeve

²⁹⁾ burnt popcorn

³⁰⁾ watching an eclipse from bed

³¹⁾ a black lace bralette

³²⁾ a tattered patchwork quilt

³³⁾ blue raspberry bubblegum

³⁴⁾ a rusted fishing rod and a dried-up lake

³⁶⁾ the taste of whiskey on someone else’s lips

³⁷⁾ rose-scented candles burned down to the wick

³⁸⁾ crescent-shaped coffee stains on a wooden tabletop 

³⁹⁾ odd socks 

⁴⁰⁾ a loose thread on a jumper sleeve

⁴¹⁾ warm sheets on cold skin

⁴²⁾ amber-tinged perfume

⁴³⁾ gold jewelry 

⁴⁴⁾  a calloused palm against a soft cheek 

⁴⁵⁾ a busted headlight

⁴⁶⁾ sunrise from a jail cell

⁴⁷⁾ hand tattoos that weave around fingers

⁴⁸⁾ coconut shampoo

⁴⁹⁾ a doorbell sounding in the middle of the night

⁵⁰⁾ ladybugs crawling across a headstone

⁵¹⁾ grass stains on blue jeans

⁵²⁾ a loaded saddlebag

⁵³⁾ a dusty wine cellar

⁵⁴⁾ a bikini top draped over a bedpost

⁵⁵⁾ snow in july

⁵⁶⁾ dirt-red mountaintops

⁵⁷⁾ goosebumps in a heatwave

⁵⁸⁾ an empty dinnertable

⁵⁹⁾ a fresh manicure and bruised knuckles

⁶⁰⁾ zombie movies

⁶¹⁾ bitten lips

⁶²⁾ dark eyes full of tears

⁶³⁾ a soft cast in summertime

⁶⁴⁾ stale coffee in paper cups

⁶⁵⁾ frozen peaches on a black eye

⁶⁶⁾ acrid smoke

⁶⁷⁾ bound hands

⁶⁸⁾ animal tracks

⁶⁹⁾ unwound vhs tapes

⁷⁰⁾ cartoon plasters

⁷¹⁾ lipstick marks on shirt collars

⁷²⁾ silver bangles

⁷³⁾ sharing a coat in a downpour

⁷⁴⁾ fields with grass at waist-height

⁷⁵⁾ daisy chains up to your forearm

⁷⁶⁾ rolled-up shirtsleeves

⁷⁷⁾ the smell of bleach in a dark room

⁷⁸⁾ a shared sleeping bag

⁷⁹⁾ a new haircut

⁸⁰⁾ swimsuit tanlines

⁸¹⁾ perfume clinging to a pillow

⁸²⁾ lollipops dangling between lips

⁸³⁾ a badly-timed grin

⁸⁴⁾ old books

⁸⁵⁾ tongues stained from slushies

⁸⁶⁾ waking up in a hailstorm

⁸⁷⁾ dying sunflowers

⁸⁸⁾ colourful sunglasses

⁸⁹⁾ the last pew

⁹⁰⁾ tall, rattling windows in a storm

⁹¹⁾ six missed calls

⁹²⁾ sticks of incense burned down to the last

⁹³⁾ bunk beds

⁹⁴⁾ matching sets

⁹⁵⁾ ruined mascara

⁹⁶⁾ a boxing ring

⁹⁷⁾ stained glass windows

⁹⁸⁾ fairy forts

⁹⁹⁾ a cluttered bedside table

¹⁰⁰⁾ a hangover in the evening

[random-twst-things]

*Leona's room*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey! It's time to wake up! The suns been up for the last hour!

Leona, waking up groggy and groaning: What do you want me to do? Photosynthesize? 😑

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I'm surprised you even know what that word means.

Leona: and I'm surprised you don't know what the words "Don't bother me" mean.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Says the super senior.

Leona: 😐

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: are you awake now??

Leona: No, part of this feels like a dream and I'm hoping it ends in you leaving.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AWWWWW you'd dream of me? 🤭

Leona: Don't flatter yourself herbivore, now get out.

Dividers from @/cafekitsune

[kevinsdsy]

“no matter what i do it won’t go away.” kevin kept scrubbing the stain on his shirt. he couldn’t even remember who dropped the drink over him, he just remembered he had excused himself from the table and jean had followed close behind him.

jean had followed close behind him. it almost felt like they were back in the nest— back to when when the two of them would secretly look out for each other, even when they were not supposed to.

of course it wasn’t the case anymore.

kevin had left the nest after his broken hand and even jean had managed to get out to be part of the USC trojans’ lineup.

they were just together at the banquet for one night.

jean leaned against the wall, looking at his former teammate with a bored expression, watching as kevin desperately scrubbed his shirt with no improvements to show for it.

“i’m pretty sure you’re making it worse,” jean had commented in french, but kevin ignored him— grabbing another paper towel from behind them instead and dapping it under the water, which was just another desperate attempt which only looked like it was doing more damage. “it’s fine. no one will care.” jean said.

“no matter what i do it won’t go away,” kevin said again, his eyes were glued to the stain, but his breath caught in his throat which finally pushed an alarm button for jean.

“kevin, it’s fine.” he said, pushing himself off the wall and moving towards his former teammate.

“why won’t it go away?” kevin finally turned to look at jean and jean was surprised to find tears caught behind kevin’s eyes.

“stop that.” jean said. “it’s just a shirt. what’s going on with you?” kevin looked up at jean. he didn’t know how to say he didn’t care about the shirt.

it was the guilt which was eating him alive— guilt he had carried ever since he had left the nest. the constant guilt following him around for leaving jean behind in the nest.

they both knew jean would never have followed kevin out of the nest if kevin had asked, but it didn’t make the event easier on either of them.

“it needs to go away. why won’t it go away?” kevin asked again, and suddenly it dawned on him how he wasn’t even making any sense to jean anyway.

how was jean supposed to know he was talking about his guilt? what did it matter anyway? it wouldn’t change anything.

“i’m sorry,” kevin said with a ragged breath. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” kevin repeated.

“stop it,” jean told him firmly. “it’s okay. forget about it.”

[otomiyaa]

Not Like You | Vi x Caitlyn

Random drabbles 1/?

"Vi... Did you mean it?"

Caitlyn was just thinking that her question may have been a little unclear when Vi answered with "what exactly, cupcake?", and she chuckled.

"You said you don't care, when I told you I...." Caitlyn paused as Maddie's face flashed before her eyes, just briefly.

"When you told me you saw someone?"

Caitlyn nodded. Vi hummed and turned her head to stare at the ceiling. While Caitlyn didn't expect the I don't fucking care answer to be repeated, she also didn't expect Vi to make a big deal of it, so when she took a moment to answer, her heart started to race just a little bit.

"Does it bother you?" Caitlyn asked when she even noticed the smile on Vi's face slowly faded.

Luckliy, Vi shook her head and that lovely smile was right back again.

"No, because... I'm pretty confident that she didn't love you like I do."

Caitlyn's heart fluttered. Oh. She felt how Vi, still warm and naked, crawled against her.

"She didn't touch you the way I touch you... Right?" Vi caressed Caitlyn's bare arm, making the skin tingle under her touch.

"She didn't kiss you the same way either..." Vi kissed her, and Caitlyn was officially floating. She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, allowing Vi to make out with her while she was still enjoying this feeling of bliss.

"She didn't make love to you like me, did she?" Vi kissed Cait's neck and slowly moved down. Her words didn't find their way out so she just shook her head.

Vi kissed her chest, then slowly moved down and hovered above her bare stomach. Caitlyn held her breath, thinking she was going further down, but Vi then said:

"And.. I'm 100% sure she didn't tickle you the way I do!" Without warning, Vi pressed her lips against Caitlyn's tummy and blew the craziest raspberry ever while her fingers plunged into her sides, tickling her indeed in a way no one else ever did.

"Hohohold on now- Vahah-Viii!" Caitlyn squealed, but Vi was relentless. The parts of Caitlyn's bare skin she touched with her fingers and lips, even if it was just to tickle her, every part was just burning and tingling.

"Am I right, hmm? I'm right, yeah?" Vi was just teasing. Of course she wouldn't let Caitlyn answer, she was too merciless for that. Caitlyn heard herself cackle like she hadn't done in a long while. Indeed, her time with Maddie had not been anything like this.

"Viiii-hehehe I cahahan't breheathe!" she whined. Vi's fingers that tickled her anywhere with such incredible speed came to a sudden stop, and she moved back up to kiss her lips.

"Tell me I'm right." The smile on her face looked so smug and proud. Pffft. Caitlyn chuckled.

"So confident," she breathed out, and she tiredly responded to the kiss.

"But... yes, you're right. She didn't do anything of those things to me. Well, not like you."

Vi smiled. "Then we're all good cupcake. Besides! We'll just have to make up for our lost time."

Caitlyn nodded. She then watched her cautiously. "Wait.. You mean...?" Well, she hoped to maybe share some more of that blissful love. But relentless Vi had other plans and suddenly started on round 2 of Caitlyn's death by tickling.

"Gotcha, Cait!" she cried triumphantly while her fingers were back to making Caitlyn squeal before she could barely recover from the first attack.

"VAaaahaha-Violehehet you ehehevil- nohoho!"

Yes. No one could ever replace her crazy girlfriend!

[spontaneousful]

"Is this really the world we fought so hard for?"

It was a question that always seemed to be on Blondie's mind lately. It was the only thing she could think to say as she stood in Ashlynn Ella's castle, watching the snow fall atop her fresh grave.

Apple, her friend her once-upon-a-time lover her, Apple White, ruler of Ever After, glanced over at her. "Whatever after do you mean?"

Blondie stared out the window and tried to bite her tongue. This conversation was pointless, nothing she could say would change what was. But that budding investigative journalist inside her, the one who wanted to change the world, the one she thought was stamped out long ago, couldn't leave it alone.

"Did we really fight for a future where our friends drop like flies? And condemn those who didn't agree to death along with them?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly. I haven't sentenced anyone to death."

Blondie turned around to face her. "What about Raven?"

"What about her?" Apple's gaze was piercing.

Blondie stared her down, but Apple didn't falter. Instead, she returned the stare with intensity. Blondie sighed and looked away. She couldn't stand up to Apple, she never had been able to. But the flame of anger in her still burned, and instead, she shifted the conversation.

"How many of our friends have to die for you to admit you were wrong? How many have there already been? Briar, Ashlynn, Ginger, Humphrey, Duchess, Meeshell, we're in our thirties, Apple. And yet, I'm attending a funeral every other week."

For a moment, there was no response. Then, she heard the clacking of Apple walking away. "The Ella estate is sorted out. I believe we're done here."

Blondie wanted to stop her. She wanted to scream at her. To curse the unfairness of it all. How hypocritical of her, when she had played no small part in the war of destiny versus choice.

Why? Why had she ever agreed with the side of destiny? Why had she thought this was better? Why had her own happy ever after been worth setting up her friends for slaughter? Why? Why? Why?

[radiance1]

Mystic Flour Cookie and Child Reader drabble

"Not even the very gods are immune to suffering." Mystic Flour Cookie whispered softly as she ran a hand through your hair. She knew not the reason, nor the power, that had brought you from your world into that of her own. But she couldn't find it within herself to be irritated or disquieted about that fact.

In fact, she could even say she was... pleased.

Whatever power had granted her one true desire... She was thankful to it. To drag the very god that pulled her from the void, imbuing her very dough with strength, bestowing upon her only but the best of toppings and a beascuit leaps and bounds ahead of others to lessen the time between each use of her power.

Even granting her own wishes.

Doing away with the flesh of your divine body in exchange for crispy, fresh dough. Infused with the divinity that you so truly deserved, despite having no level of enlightenment and then, to have you descend upon none other than her. For her to be the first and only one to be granted the privilege of laying eyes upon your new vessel.

Yes.

She was pleased.

"One day, you and I shall crumble, too." She murmured, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. She wiped away the tears at the edges of your eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "Yet that day, shall not be today."

Such a truly benevolent deity you were. This kingdom... Its Cookies... Their ideals of peace, friendship, love and joy. All of it, would be non-existent without you, without the very foundation you laid out for them... The effort and time you put into a world not even your own.

Even going as far as granting wishes.

Cookies... Such greedy creatures. They cannot, will not, comprehend the true depths your very presence entailed, what effort and suffering you had gone through to make this kingdom as truly grand as it was.

They will take you for granted, just as the Cookies of far ages past had done for her. Taking and taking, wanting and wanting, demanding more, and more from the deity that merely wanted the best for them.

In the end, the greed of those who you wished to keep happy would be your downfall....

But why would she let you go through such suffering, to reach the same conclusion she had reached herself....?

You were here. Safe with her. Only, with her.

And the Realm of Apathy shallow envelop you... Welcome you... Protect you....

Yes...

She smiled, eyes slipping closed as he continued to run a hand through your hair.

The greed of Cookies... The suffering and woes of life... Apathy shall shield you from all.

Until the day you, and she, returns to flour....

[secretobsessionstuff]

A Fantasy Drabble?

An EMETO fantasy drabble!

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"Jonathan, come in. Have a seat."

"What can I do for you, your Highness?"

"Keene has informed me that you are feeling unwell this evening. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you, sir. It is only a small matter, though I wanted to inform you, considering our later plans."

"What troubles you?"

A blush rose to Jonathan's cheeks as he placed his palm above his navel. "Supper is not sitting well with me, your Highness. It is quite bothersome to be honest."

King Rowyn frowned. "I apologize on behalf of the kitchen staff. I shall have the chef look over his ingredients for the future, seeing as you will be supping with me for quite some time I hope."

"I hold the same hopes, your Highness." A loud gurgle emanated from Jonathan's middle. He winced from the pain and embarrassment. "However, I understand if you wish to postpone our nightly plans. I fear I would not perform to my usual standard."

Rowan chuckled deeply in his throat. The hand he had placed on Jonathan's leg rose higher towards the man's crotch. "It seems to me that you are performing just fine."

"Not even a blade to the abdomen could douse the fire I feel for you, let alone a mere stomach ache. I always look forward to our nights together, your Highness. I'm sorry we cannot have our time today."

"Says who? Did I say your condition has changed my mind about our plans?"

"Oh sir." Jonathan swallowed thickly. "I would gladly suffer through this nausea if it means we can go through with our nightly ritual. I should warn you though, I do not know how long this meal will stay down. Is that acceptable, my king?"

"Jonathan," King Rowan began as he rose from his chair. He traced his hand up the consort's stomach and chest. "I would just as soon have you bent over this desk and fuck you while you whimper and moan about your poor constitution."

"Sir--"

"You think so little of me, Jon. How could I keep my hands off your body when you come into my study, so apologetic and weak? The sweat on your brow makes me want to tear your clothes away right now."

"Then do so, your Highness. I am yours to do with as you will."

Rowan hummed lowly, his hand creeping up towards the soft skin of Jonathan's neck. "In that case, I'd have you retching over my desk with each thrust until you came with the same force."

Jonathan's eyes fluttered with anticipation. "As you wish, my king."

[atimesfeeler]

Wade feeling insecure and missing his hair.

“Do you think people with hair are funnier?”

Logan sighed and tore his action away from Friends that was playing on the TV.

“Like pretty privilege. Would we laugh at Phoebe’s jokes if she was bald? Or is it less annoying because she’s blonde and pretty?” Wade mused.

���Hair doesn’t have anything to do with it. She’d be annoying either way,” Logan said.

Wade gasped, “You take that back!” but he fell silent after that, watching with a far away look.

After a few minutes of mulling the words around his mouth, Logan spoke up without taking his eyes off the TV.

“You were just as annoying with hair as you are without, bub,” Logan said, “Trust me.”

In his peripheral vision he could see Wade perk up and a tentative smile stretch across his face. He heard what Logan really meant.

[kimmie2me]

A Little Warmth in the Cold

It’s a late, snowy Friday evening, and campus is finally winding down for winter break. Bakugou insisted on walking you to your dorm, even though he’d rather faceplant into a pillow after back-to-back exams. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders tense against the cold, but he’s keeping up with your lighter, excited steps. You’re rambling, barely noticing his sharp exhale every time the wind bites. As you get closer to the Height's Alliance building, you stop, eyes lighting up at the little convenience store just outside the school. Through the frosted windows, you spot a small Sanrio gacha machine by the counter, each little capsule promising a random character charm. You can’t help it—you smile and pull him toward it with a little tug of his sleeve. Bakugou grumbles, “Aren’t you gonna freeze out here?” But he doesn’t move an inch from where you’re tugging him, his eyes trailing over the machine. You pull out a few coins and turn the crank, your face scrunched in concentration. When the capsule pops out, you gasp: it’s the little Cinnamoroll charm you wanted. Bakugou just gives you a look as you hold it up, triumphant. “Dunno why you’re so excited,” he mutters, but then quietly asks, “They got any more of those?” You raise a brow, holding up your prize. “You want one too?” He scoffs, heat prickling his cheeks. “Not f'me, dumbass,” he grumbles, practically snatching the coins you offer. The machine spits out another capsule. He rolls it in his hand, giving it a quick, unreadable look before slipping it deep into his coat pocket. For a second, you almost ask what he got, but he’s already started walking again, muttering about finally getting you somewhere warm. Little do you know, the next time you open your backpack, the charm will be dangling from the zipper.

The exact one he pulled from the machine that night.

[that-daddy-domme]

Morning thoughts

Cockwarming. Just sitting on my knees between her legs, not worrying about things, not thinking. While she relaxes occasionally pressing my head closer listening to me gag around her cock.

Domme fucking me nice and gentle and slow. Listening to me whimper, and brushing the tears off my cheeks. Finding every sensetive spot and leaving nips and bites all over my neck and shoulders.

Using her girl cock or stap and praising me for how well I take it. Wrapping her hand around my throat.

Mmmm seeing her smile at the subspacey look on my face. Just totally out of it, and submissive for her.

I'm so out of it and sensetive and she keeps calling me pretty boy, or darling. Making me come around her cock.

[spotaus]

So i had another new age thought. Also yes hi i am back again and i just like sending you asks lmao.

Anyway. Remember how we agreed that once nightmare trusted and knighted killer he would be send on a mission to get more info/stuff/reminders of ccino's past life?

And how before we agreed he would find it boring?

Now with the whole crush and in love situation

Killer would be EXCITED for this mission

Finding stuff about ccino?! His family?! Sign him the fuck up- wait.what will you do with that information?

Nightmare: safeguard it obviously?

Killer: okay cool! When do i leave?

Because if nightmare was gonna destroy it killer would have 100% hidden the info away and reconsider those running away fantasies- I MEAN! plans again.

That was all. That was the thought lmao.

Ohoho- Killer would be SO pumped for it- I can't believe I forgot that with the crush plot line he'd be super curious... the him abd Ccino not getting along plotting is definitely more of a farce now, so ofc he'd be invested!

And... you can't tell me this man didn't immediately snoop. Like, he knows it's bad, he knows he shouldn't, but Ccino is one big mystery to him so of course he's going to try and find out more! And he gets a peek at the names of his parents, the old bakery they used to run, where he used to live, the whole nine yards. Do you think he found the death certificates of his parents and saw the cause of death was a housefire? He's pretty sure Ccino would've been really young when it happened, too. Do you think he went to the address out of curiosity and saw that the lot was still empty? (Taboo to rebuild atop the ashes of sonething burnt by the King, you know) Do you think he got a sense of what happened, even if he really doesn't know at all?

I think we've discussed it before, but Killer is all the more protective over Ccino and even more curious after this mission. He has no right, he knows that, but he can't help but try to look after him. Just!!! These guys!!!!

Also, I didn't get around to doodling them properly, but since I don't want to constantly draw Killer's armor? Here's his and Ccino's comfy/general clothes, as well as the front of Ccino's uniform! (Poorly sketched as always, haha-)

Killer likes to wear loose clothes, especially jackets. (I forgor to add the gold clasps on the jacket...) Tighter clothes feel like they confine him too much, almost like claustrophobia. For meta-story? The long jackets + oversized clothes are just a habit from his days in the temple, and then later when he and Chara had to steal clothes sizes too large so they could grow into them. I also think that Killer, later in the story, really only has his soul circular when he's in public/training, anytime he's comfy with his family (or ofc Ccino is near) it leans towards soul-shaped. His eyelight likes to pop into place when he's with Ccino :] (<- I WILL forget to draw/write like this. So like. Nbd.)

Ccino's casual fit is usually only for his days off, market shopping, and when he's alone in his cottage. He always keeps his apron and work shirt the same (honestly Nightmare wouldn't mind, but Ccino still worries about being punished for stuff like uniform screw-ups) and he wears a more casual pair of pants and a white shawl which fits him like a scarf now. (Maybe, if I wanted to be angsty, then it was given to him shortly after Nightmare came to power, and back then he was so stick thin it wrapped around his shoulders? Now he wears it as a sign of his healing <3) also!! Decided Ccino inherited hid mother's 'sleepy' eyeshape, where his sockets curve like he's sad, but that's just how he looks. Gives him a calm and gentle appearance.

Ignore that they're missing their shoes 🙏 I'm very close to convincing myself to let Ccino stay barefoot/sandals because tbh if I were him I'd be wearing the least shoes possible, but he's also very sensible so like. Probably sandals for him. Killer probably wears short boots or his sturdy armor boots? I couldn't see him taking the time to lace up any sort of complex sandals lmao-

[chopping-block]

Patellar

CW: cold, broken bones, failed escape

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Red staggers up the embankment, boots slipping in the damp leaf litter, hands leaving gouges in the snow and soil where he scrabbles for purchase. He ends up half-crawling, half-climbing, dirt and detritus getting all up in his clothes as he drags himself up the slope, inch by agonizing inch. He hates the delay but he’s terrified of backsliding, of ending up back there. So he crawls.

By the time he makes it to the top, the scrapes on his hands no longer register over the numbness from the cold. With a burst of energy he hauls himself up and tumbles into the road, and then just lays there for a minute catching his breath. Above him the full moon shines into his eyes. It’s too bright after the forest. The one-lane dirt road cutting its path through the dense woods is functionally the only clearing for miles. The inch-thick layer of snow that coats it is pristine; no one has been this way for hours, at least.

Red closes his eyes. He’s just resting for a moment. He’s a long way from civilization, but at the same time, he’s so close to freedom. A road goes somewhere. All he has to do is ration his energy, follow the road, and not freeze to death in the process.

A faint rumble catches his ear and he sits up. It’s deadened by the trees and snow and distance, but it’s unmistakably the sound of a car engine, and it’s getting closer. Red tenses—he can’t see anything yet, not even the flash of headlights, as the road curves out of sight just ahead. He shifts onto his feet. Who is coming? Could they help him? Could they be dangerous? He should probably keep low, stay out of sight, until he can tell. But before he can move back down the embankment, the vehicle swerves into view with a roar, headlights flooding the road and blinding Red. He throws his hands up to shield his face.

The car lurches to a stop only a few feet from Red, who has fallen backwards in shock. This close, Red is surprised to realize that it’s an unremarkable sedan, an older model, in a light color he can’t make out between the headlights and the darkness. The engine continues its idling rumble as someone opens the door and steps out, a thick woolen outer coat settling around their calves, and a straight, black cane hanging from their hand.

Red freezes. He should run, he needs to run, he has to run, but he just—stops. He had never considered what car they drove.

He has to run because it’s Carrasco, of course it is, and just like that they have found him, sitting pretty by the side of the road like he didn’t fight through his restraints and trudge through miles of forest to get away from them.

Carrasco steps in front of their car, partially blocking the beam from the headlights, enough for Red to see their slight smile when he cranes his neck to look up. “There’s my little runaway,” they say. Red always thought that their voice, lilting as it is, doesn’t match their broad, tall appearance, but a voice doesn’t really matter when they can lift him by the neck with one arm. Their figure is cloaked by their heavy coat but Red is familiar with the strength underneath.

Carrasco steps closer and Red starts trembling, rooted to the spot. “What are you doing all the way out here? Not walking alone, surely? You’re going to freeze. It’s snowing!” They’re making an effort to sound sincere, but it just comes off as mocking.

What do they get out of this pantomime? Red is suddenly angry, frustration breaking through the fear. “Stop pretending like you care about my well-being. Just take me back already if that’s what you’re going to do,” Red snaps as he scrambles to his feet.

Carrasco’s smile instantly drops. So does Red’s stomach.

“Is that what you want,” they say, musingly. They swing their cane between their hands, the heavy leaden head hitting their palm with a solid smack. They don’t use it to walk as they take a step forward, then another. Red backs up but doesn’t get far before his heel slips backwards into air; he’s run out of road. Hastily he pivots and starts backing away from Carrasco down the road proper. They don’t vary their advance, unhurried, inexorable, unconcerned by Red’s retreat. Their long stride eats up the gap as Red can only stumble backwards. They reach him in only a couple of steps and easily, almost casually, they lash out with the head of their cane and club him in the knee.

Red’s knee explodes in pain. He shrieks and collapses, clutching at it, rolling onto his back even as the movement sends lances of agony shooting up and down his leg and deep into his brain. It’s broken, they—they—broke his leg—

An extremely casual twirl of the cane, and then—crack!—another vicious swing to the same knee. He screams.

His screaming dies down to pained wheezes as Carrasco takes a leisurely step forward over him, standing over him with their legs framing his body as he clutches his shattered knee. Their expression is inscrutable, backlit by the sharp moonlight. Red tries to fight down tears and bile, tries to gather himself, but it hurts so much. They look at him, look down on him, and he feels the tears roll out of the corners of his eyes.

“You aren’t going to run. Ever again,” Carrasco says simply, light words landing like stones in the snow-deadened landscape. This time they’re not mocking, and it’s even worse.

His leg hurts so much, and he’s so, so scared.

[self-indulgent-devils]

Valentino with an extremely shy reader. Him just loving to tease and push your comforts all the time. He loves to see the way you get all flustered and blush, giving his big toothy grin as he feels so much power from controlling you. If you're a bigger demon (more height wise, but can be weight too, just closer to his size) then he will especially find it adorable how someone so large can be so shy and sweet.

People wouldn't expect Valentino to like shy people since he's surrounded by confident whores most of the time. But he secretly loves someone that is so shy. They're easier to take advantage of and easier to mess with. Plus he can control them far easier since they'll most likely rely on him.

If you're someone nonverbal or semiverbal or just deal with selective mutism, he will treasure every sound you may give off. He will love to hear what you have to say if you use AAC. (We are semiverbal and so haha big fantasy there ngl.) He'll just watch you with his smug little grin and wait to hear what you have to say. He doesn't mind being patient for someone so precious and trying their best.

You may not be what he typically surrounds himself with. Nothing like Summer or Dia or Angel Dust. Nothing like Vox or Velvette. Even if it makes you insecure, Valentino doesn't care. He'll enjoy every second of you. He likes you after all. And if anyone dared to make you cry or feel like shit because you're shy or semiverbal or scared of people or struggle in any way, Val would lose it. He would kill them on the spot unless he knew it would scare you. Then he'd just have his guards take them away for him to deal with later. He would stroke you just under your chin and speak a soft voice, reassuring you that you are perfect. And if you weren't perfect, he wouldn't be there paying attention to you right now. That he loves you the way you are. That you're a rare treasure. It's not often he meets someone like you in his line of work and so he's going to keep you close and treasure you like you're the most precious and rare gemstone he's ever laid eyes on. He doesn't care what anyone has to say about it and he won't tolerate anyone making you upset or cry. Only *he* can make you feel anything like that. Only *he* can make you feel insecure for his own entertainment. Because you're his and his alone.

He adores you the way you are. Valentino wouldn't want to see you change just because the world expects someone confident and talkative. Valentino doesn't want to see you change because you feel insecure being nothing like his employees or friends. It's you being this way that has caught his attention. To lose what makes you you would be a travesty to him. So he will make sure that you always look to him for love and acceptance and help. Because he wants you to know that he is the only one able to give it to you. He would spend all the money on you because a rare gem like yourself deserves it.

Valentino won't let anyone mock you or shame you for being shyer or easily flustered or even struggling to communicate. No. It's only him that's allowed to tease you about it just to see you get all embarrassed or upset. He loves your reactions to things after all.

And no matter your size, he would love to wrap his wings around you and hold you close against him. Feeling how warm you are and keeping you there like you're sharing a blanket. He rarely does it with anyone aside from Vox and he used to do it with Angel until Angel started pissing him off. So now you're the special one he does it with. It doesn't matter if you're way bigger than him in height or weight, he will still do it. Because you. are. his. And he gets to do with you what he wants. And in that moment, it is wrapping you in his wings. Especially if it makes you feel safer because *he* should be your only sense of safety.

(I have so many ideas omfg. I gotta write a fic of a scenario like this sooner.)

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabble - "Articulated"

“It doesn’t even look like him,” Damian said, arms crossed and glaring.

“Sure it does. Pointy ears, logo that looks like a bat that hit a windshield, frowny face, and patented, realistic Bat-punch action!”

Steph held the toy out and pushed the button on its back; one tiny fist shot out and hit Damian’s bicep with a little “thock”.

“Devastating,” he said flatly.

Steph hit the button repeatedly in rapid succession.

“Stop that!”

“Admit defeat.”

“You want realistic Bat-punch action?” Damian raised a fist.

Steph moved the toy and pushed the button again, giving him a little plastic fist bump.

((Also on AO3))