#short scenario

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

listen, Foul Legacy LOVES being called cute. he loves it when you coo and fawn over him, not just for his battle prowess but also just for him in general, clasping your hands together and beaming at him with sparkling eyes. he loves it when you cup his face and ruffle his hair- a little roughness is okay, he can handle it! and you sing about how well he did, and that he protected you without a scratch, and Legacy purrs like there's no tomorrow.

most would run in fear, but you seem to cherish his monstrous form, scratching behind his horns with a hum. Foul Legacy melts when you call him beautiful, and under your gaze he even believes it. his crystalline eye slips shut, leaning into your hands with a soft purr and gingerly licking your fingers. cute. beautiful. lovely. all words you call him with a sincere smile and gaze. his Abyss-coated heart softens and warms, curling his body around yours and holding your hand in his claws.

protect. love. adore.

yes, that is what the beast will do for you.

[hunnykpop]

Working at a Cafe

Reader X Sylus

A/N: Random Sylus scenario that came to mind~ Enjoy!

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You work at a cafe and after a random encounter at night with Sylus, you begin seeing him at the cafe oftenly. You wondered to yourself if he’d always been a customer and you’re just now realizing it’s him, or if it was something else…Only one way to find out. 

“Do you usually frequent the cafe?” You asked, then decided to tease a little, “Or are you just here to see me?”

“No.” He replied nonchalantly, while reading the book in his hand.

“No?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering which question he was answering.

“No.”

“No…as in not being here to see me?”

“No, I don’t usually frequent the cafe.” He set his book down and looked up to meet your eyes, “I’m here to see you.”

Your heart lurched into your throat as his piercing, red eyes stared deeply into yours. The emotion behind them made your insides squeamish and you felt the sudden need to run away. Your mouth had run dry and you found it hard to speak.

“I-I’m sorry,” You finally managed to choke out after clearing your throat, “I was just joking, I didn’t–”

“I wasn’t.”

“Pardon?”

A gasp escaped your lips as he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you close, your faces centimeters apart. Looking into his darkened eyes from this proximity made your heart go into overdrive, the loud pounding sounding in your ears. You prayed he couldn’t hear it. 

“I-wasn’t-joking.” Sylus whispered, his voice slipping into a husky tone that sent shivers down your spine.

[kix-mm]

I will find you pt2

Previous Next

@smallsday @devourerofcheesecake

You kept everyone in the shed, the monster eventually passed further into the neighborhood while calling out to you & your family. It seemed that everyone in the area was aware of this dire situation and had taken shelter and turned all the lights off. It made it quite difficult for the large creature to see anything.

Before you could make your decision your neighbors child finds you hiding in the shed, when you asked why they came over they explain that nobody was home and that they had an eerie feeling they were being watched. You reassure them that they made the right decision to leave the house, as it would have no longer been safe…

You have found an old backpack, it’s in decent condition and can hold 4 items.

You decide to pack while your eldest keeps watch and your neighbor helps you pack, though due to the only source of food coming from the outside freezer you don’t find much useful.

You find: 1 dirty backpack, 1 child & 1 frozen water

You have: 3 children. 1 light. 1 backpack (2/4 1 water & 1 spade)

[starzgaze]

"BULDAK CHALLENGE!"

pairing: cha hae-in/reader

a/n: fluffy also i made this on a whim because i ate buldak noodles and i saw the pearly gates bc i added two sauce packs...pray for me and my asshole.. AND note i suck at english 😞 EDIT: I FORGOT TO PROOFREAD THIS THIS IS RAW LIKE RAW RAW...

short scenario: you can't handle spice like your girlfriend:(

Your tongue was on fire. In fact, you can barely breathe through the spice that was invading your throat.

Hae-in watched you with concern plastered all over her face as she ushered over to you. "[y.name]?? oh god are you okay?" You hear her worry over you. The blonde watched you shakily raised your hand and waved it dismissively. "Yeah. I'm- COUGH I'm okay- haha it's nothing"

Your words wasn't in sync with how you were acting. Back slouched forward, face red, and you were sweating despite the ac being on. The spice was doing a number on you. You're now kinda embarrassed that you're acting like this when a few moments ago you said you can handle spice perfectly fine when you found an unused pack of buldak in your lover's cabinet.

Yes, it was you who offered to eat this made in hell noodles with your beloved girlfriend. One of the worst decisions you've made in your life so far. Honestly you really thought you can impress your love with fact you can handle this noodles with your nonexistentspice tolerance? Kinda cringe man.

Hae-in sighed as pushed a glass of milk over to your side and rubbed your back in a soothing manner. She seems to read your mind and understood why you did this, it was stupid but it was one of the few traits why she found you endearing to her. You sheepishly grinned at her before letting out a dry cough, the spice in your throat felt like it was trying to end your life early.

"I told you to not cook that noodles love.. We had indomie but you were really persistent on this one" Hae-in softly scolded as you chuckled, straightening your back and your hands still on your stomach. You had some of the bright red sauce on your cheek, dirtying your face. "Well. I thought I could match your spice tolerance but I may have err..." You trailed off as Hae-in playfully rose her brow up.

"I may or may not overestimated my spice tolerance haha.." You bashfully admitted as Hae-in laughed, the sound was almost identical to a beautiful symphony which delivered a series of flutters to your heart. You loved soft moments like this with Hae-in, it was rare to experience this because of the nature of your lover's job but you cherished everytime you have the chance to spend it with her.

After exchanging some laughs, you two continued to finish your food with the help of Hae-in eating some parts of your bowl when you can no longer stomach it. You would occasionally point out there's some sauce that somehow found it's way on Hae-in's cheek which made her look adorable, now you two were matching. The two of you teased and spent the night together in your shared apartment.

Maybe the little idea wasn't too bad after all.

[ilylmwwifys]

ー𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓

JOUNO X READER (AFAB/AMAB)

WARNING : Use of petname, mentions of killing

Drabble, headcannons, short scenarios, fluff, not proofread

You're a Scientist (mad scientists) in the Hunting Dog while Jouno as your Partner.

You would have your own room, ITS PRETTY BIG.

Your labー workplace or whatever you wanna called it would probably have a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom -- basically its like your house now, but it's bigger than your house 💀

You would have a room filled with cryogenic capsule, insides are filled with erm.. Body parts.

^ animal, human, aliens, you name it

You would also have a smaller version of cryogenic capsuleー but this time filled with a single finger, or toe, maybe a small portion of an organ in it.

You almost accidentally made a virus.

You would go BEYOND all moral and physical laws in the name of science to prove your crazy theory.

When you created a virus, you didn't tried to get rid of it, instead you experimented it on an animal💀

You have rats in your lab (they didn't last long💔)

Would probably have a dead rat on those cryogenic capsules.

You spend almost your time in your lab.

Jouno daily visits your lab- it's to ask for the results he requested since your faster than those forensic scientists or he just wanna be with you and hear the rhythm of your heartbeats.

He would just sit in one of the chairs as he sips his tea while he peacefully hear you're heartbeats.

Would tease you when you had a hard time doing something, such as providing your one of crazy theories.

He would hear the rat squeeks- if you ended up not killing it.

He would sense the previous rat fur and WILL make a comment about it.

"Hm? Did you get rid of the previous rat? Too bad I liked them. " trust me HE DOESN'T.

Jouno would be pleased when you rid of the rats very fast but soon will be unpleased when you get another one.

You probably would ask Teruko to capture a rat for you💀💀

He could hear your hand brushing the metalic instruments.

Would bring you tea or coffee.

Would find you sleeping on your desk.

You WOULD exhaust yourself just to prove your theories, and when I mean exhaustー LITERALLY, to the point Jouno can't help but be worried.

He would suddenly sneak his arms on your waist as he nestled his head on your shoulders.

When you miserably failed to prove your theories he WOULD tease you.

"Awh, is the Great scientists miserably failed to approve their theories?"

You're incrediblely logically smart and he admires that.

You made a rat so AGGRESSIVE, so aggressive that it got out and started biting people.

The people it bited turned into a weird ass creatures and started to bite other people.

EVERYONE FREAKED OUT.

Bullets dont work, so you decapitate those things.

You SECRETLY sneak one in your lab.

Their in a cage.

Jouno easily found this out, a bit dissapointed but understand your reasons.

"Sai, its a virus, obviously I need to know a cure for itー in case it happened again, heh." that wasn't actually your reason.

You would request an area to be made with sound proof walls and put those creatures in their so Jouno wouldn't be unpleasant of the noise, since they are an aggressive creatures.

Before he would leave for a mission, you would ask him for a person to experiment

He would stop at his tracks.

"Oh also Sai, could you maybe bring me a Human? Dead or notー just not a missing of their limb or organs." You spoke up looking at your microscope.

Jouno was on his way to leave until he stopped at his movements, slightly shocked, before a smirk plastered on his face "What for?" He teased turning his head at your direction.

You sighed taking your head of the microscope "So I can feed it."

He chuckled before proceeding to walk "Sure thing, dear."

In the end, you got the human.

-

"Dear?" He called out, grabbing the doorknob and twisting itー to find your figure sleeping peacefully in your desk.

Hearing your breathing and heartbeatー he smiled warmly before placing the cake and coffee he bought for you at the nearby café.

Kissing your forehead he left the room, not bothering to disturb your sleep.

[nerdytextileartist]

How the Harpers got a cat

Lian, looking disheveled: Dad! Meet my new baby!

Roy, startled, turns to face Lian and see a kitten, about 12 weeks old, wrapped in one of her flannel shirts. His head is visible.

Roy, visibly relieved: Oh, thank God.

Upon closer inspection, the orange kitten has a massive scab on his left eye, cuts on his ears, and a prominent snaggle tooth. This is not a pretty cat.

Roy, slightly deflated: Oh.

Lian, lovingly: I'm naming him "Bodhi".

Bodhi, not very zen: Mrrrrr.

Roy: Kiddo, we never really planned on getting a cat this soon.

Lian: Well, I wasn't really planned either.

(Beat)

Roy, sighs: We'll call a vet tomorrow morning.

Lian, excited: Thank you!

Lian kisses Bodhi on his head.

Bodhi, still not very zen: Mrrrr.

Roy: You might not want to kiss him until he gets a bath, babe. He's totally covered in fleas.

(Beat)

Bodhi: Mrrrrr.

[narrators-journal]

Dear darling

So, for those of you who lurk and for some reason read and remember my silly little babbling blurbs over on my tumblr, you might recall that I have something of a yandere prompt list I’ve kinda built up. This! Is inspired by that, and I just kinda picked a person at random. Someone outside of persona so that I could feed my ever starving other fanbases lmao. Which, might’ve bitten me in the ass, because I am so insanely rusty on Dazai, holy shit, even with that kinktober ask under my belt, this feels shockingly ooc. But! It’s Yandere, so character accuracy is kinda(?) a secondary concern! Just enjoy this interesting little snippet, I’m sure I’ll eventually post more yandere works for random bitches, I’ve got them on the to-do list, I just need to get the motivation.

CW: Yandere vibes, creepy note format, stalker implications are also lightly sprinkled on top. It’s yandere content, so, hopefully you know the dark implications you are dabbling in.

Dear Darling mine,

I know you don’t know me, but you’ve been on my mind since the first day that I laid my eyes on you. I remember that day very fondly, all around. The thought of your outfit, the scent of you, your hair, it all sticks with me. It haunts me like a ghost. But! A good ghost, a lovely ghost. I enjoy thinking about you day in and day out. It almost gives me the motivation to continue living! And when it doesn’t bring me that joy, I find joy in the thought of the time we’ll spend together eventually, or the inevitable beauty of our double suicide.

And that makes me all the more eager to introduce myself to you, love. It’s been years since I’ve been this energetic and excited for something in my life! In fact, I’ve been so excited to finally have you to myself that I’ve had to resort to spending a lot of my down time making sure my house is as comfortable as I can for your eventual stay with me in order to keep myself from acting too hastily. So, I’ve made sure that you have plenty of room for your hobby, a room all prepared for when you move in, and I’ve even been keeping a list of all your favorite foods and shows so that we can enjoy them together!

As a slightly funny consequence of this method of coping, my work partner is rather proud of me, I can tell in the way he’s lessened the frequency of insults he throws at me. I’m sure to him and my other coworkers it simply looks like I’m simply pulling my life together. Like I’m working on myself and striving to improve my mental health. But, just between you and me, I’m only doing all of this work for you. That is how much I love you, darling. That’s how excited I am to be able to come home to you each day.

Hell, I’d even learn to cook if I could, but it’s like I’m cursed whenever I set foot into a kitchen. Last time I tried, a certain Chibi had a tantrum over some cooking wine I used and a stove’s burner. So, sadly, I think you might need to be the one to cook when you move in. Though, I don’t mind dinners of macaroni and cheese or take-out, lord knows I have the money to spend on that.

In fact! I have the savings and income to ensure that you never have to work again! With my connections and work history, I can give you a very luxurious life with no worry. Which, just makes me all the more excited for the day that you move in with me. I truly cannot wait much longer for the time that we will spend together. All the nights I can have cuddled up to you, the conversations we’ll have before bed, it all keeps me going, darling. And, I’m sure you’ll grow to await those romantic moments too. Of course, after you get through the adjustment period.

But, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I mostly only wrote this little note to sort of introduce myself to you. Not legitimately, though, I work until the evening, and I didn’t want to just wait outside your home like a creeper to say hi when you come home from work. But, I was too eager to wait until I got a day off, so I settled for this little note. Just to let you know that I love you dearly, I’m thinking about you, I’m excited for our time together, and I might move up the planned day of our proper introduction. I love you, darling, see you when the time is right or I lose my patience.

Love, Osamu Dazai

[strayseouls]

[5:15pm] Stars — 황현진 Hwang Hyunjin

You rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder who smiled softly at you. Your eyes were focused on the night sky, stars filling up the darkness. Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, patted your head as he also looked up at the sky.

“The sky reminds me of you babe.” Hyunjin spoke out softly, causing you to stare at him in slight confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, and your boyfriend just let out a chuckle before explaining.

“The stars shine and light up the sky. You shine like a star in the dark sky and light up my world.” Hyunjin explained with a smile on his face.

“Gosh, you’re so cheesy.” You quietly laugh.

“It’s the truth though.” Hyunjin smiled widely before planting a kiss on your forehead and then your lips.

[demon-witch-cat]

Kais heart ached seeing the young boy quickly try to wipe away the tears streaming down his face as soon as he'd noticed Kai.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll stop."

Kai blinked, confused, as Lloyd hadn’t been doing anything other than crying when he'd walked into the room. So what was he- Oh

Kai moved carefully towards the blonde boy, sitting down next to him. Then he opens his arms, welcoming him into a clearly much needed hug.

"Come here, kid."

Lloyd hesitates before climbing into my lap, resting his head on my chest while I wrap my arms around him.

"It's OK if you need to cry, you know. There's nothing wrong with crying, no matter the reason."

"But... But my old teachers told me I shouldn't cry..."

It took all of Kais self control not to roll his eyes and growl. Not at Lloyd, but at the ridiculous idea that a kid, especially a kid whos gone through as much as lloyd has in his short life, shouldn't cry.

"Adults are idiots, and Darkleys teachers seem to be a special brand of dumb and heartless."

That gets Kai a soft giggle from him.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of Lloyd's head.

"Your nine, cry if you feel like it."

Kai held the young boy tightly in his arms as he cried, brushing a hand over his head soothingly.

"It's ok... Your ok... Let it out."

Lloyd's own arms wrapped tightly around Kai as well, hugging him back, like he was worried he'd leave.

He wasn’t though. Kai wasn’t going anywhere.

Gonna be honest, the little writing part was completely unplanned!

I kinda just started writing, lol

[ddollfface]

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"Show me your thorns and I'll show you hands ready to bleed." ♡ Aaron O' Hanlon

Trigger Warnings; description of body mutilation, description of murder, mild panic, regret, angst (?), possessive behavior, toxic behavior, irrational behavior, reader is described as 'she' and 'her', reader is afab, bad writing.

If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡

It's 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭's first murder! Poor reader doesn't know what's coming... :(((

In and out. In and out. Just keep breathing, that's what he told himself. He could feel the blood rush through his head. The world was going in and out. God, when did it get so hard to think? It was as if he was spun around to tumble and fumble around. Where was he? Why does he feel so warm, but cold at the same time?

His pupils were dilated, zooming in and out, causing a wave of adrenaline to cloud his brain. He could feel everything but nothing at the same time. He could feel his lungs expand and contract, creating a vacuum. It felt as if his heart was being stabbed, the squeeze he felt in his chest every second was like someone clawing at his flesh. Tearing and ripping him apart, from within. It was like he did something wrong, something very, very wrong. What had he done?

Suddenly, it felt as if the elephant in the room was right there, right on his shoulders. That dread he was feeling was looming over him like a disappointed parent. Like a father's warm hand squeezing his son's shoulder, as if he felt bad for what had been done.

That's when he saw it. The blood. It was everywhere. God, fuck. It was everywhere. It was fuckin' everywhere. What had he done?

"Shit. Fuck. Shitting, fucking, hell! What the hell!"

He mumbled, finally realizing where he was. The noises of the city blared in his ears, the drizzle of the rain, the patter of peoples' fancy shoes, the whooshing of cars passing by. This wasn't good, at all.

What had he fuckin' done!? He needed to do something.

"No shit!"

He cursed, looking down at his hands. Blood seeped through the seems, ingraining in the palm of his hands, a flashing reminder of what had occurred. This wasn't good. The adrenaline was dying, his rage was dwindling, and his regret was blaring.

He needed to dispose of it. The man looked over his shoulder, at it. It was sprawled out, arms laying out on his side, and guts spilling out. His eyes were wide. You could see the murder in his eyes, every stab and every hit that thing took. It was all there. A sliver of blood dribbled from the body's lips, which are crisped and chapped. A shiver ran up the man's spine as his gaze wandered down to the body's torsor, if you could call it that...

The pancreas ripped and torn, yellow fluid slipping out, and pooling on the stoned ground. The intestines slithered out, clumped together like a decapitated snake. Blood had painted everything, but the rain washed it out, though barely scratching the surface. There was so much blood that the rain did little to cleanse the sinful scene.

The fat from the body's gut was spilling out. It was tinted yellow and looked like honeycombs from a beehive, but more plastic-like. It could barely contain itself from within the man's body, as if it was desperate to escape the confines of it's mortal body. Of course, it too was covered in that thick, red, goo.

What's the saying? Bloods thicker than water? Yeah, that checks out. It felt as if the blood was choking him, clogging his airways, and making it difficult to think, to breathe, to do anything. The scarlet liquid seemed to entrance the man, causing him to lose thought and reality.

HONK

Shit, what the hell? The man jumped and spun around. Nothing. Just New York traffic, it's fine. He's fine. It's okay. He just has to dump the body. Yeah, that's it. He can do that.

He gets to work, ignoring the gut-wrenching feeling that flooded his system. The feeling practically screamed at him to run away, to not grip the man's side, to not look at the intestines that dragged behind the body as he picked up the man. Or to not look the body dead in the eyes. Don't.

He did. He regrets it. God, it was like the man's eyes were looking through him, at something behind him. This made him nervous, it was like the dead man knew something he didn't. As if he was being pranked like he was the fool.

He's not a fool.

If anything, this man is the dunce. He's the one who touched her, his sweet, sweet angel. He's the one who allowed you to be dirtied, his beautiful muse. He's not the fool, the sick bastard, instead, it's the man who's now dead.

Maybe, if he didn't mess with what's not his, then he'd be alive. Maybe, if he wasn't a fuckin' pig, then he'd live another day but no. He's not. He was gutted like a fish, and it was rightfully deserved.

This man had gotten in his way, in his darling's way. He made you uncomfortable. He inconvenienced you with just a few words, and suddenly you wanted to cry. He wouldn't let you feel that way. He has to preserve you, your natural beauty. He had to kill this man! Honestly, it isn't his fault!

Sweat began to pebble on his forehead, the mental load being too much. He sighed, exasperated from flinging the corpse into the nearest dumpster, surprisingly not catching anyone's attention. Then again, it was late in the night in the busy city of New York. People don't have time to worry about others, even if someone did see him, he doubts they'd care... Well, you would... you'd notice him...

He knows that. God, you're so loving and caring, looking out for others. It didn't matter if you were tired or in a rush, you'd always make time in your day to help someone in need. You're such a sweet angel, his little angel. You just need protection, you need to know that you can't help everyone. You're going to wear yourself out, don't you know? Just let him take care of you. You do too much. You need a break, just relax and let him do everything...

He can make you feel good. He knows he's not the most experienced man, but it's the thought that counts, yeah? He'll show you, all you need is some convincing! He's sure.

I mean, for what is he, a poet, without his muse?

If you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship, then please, please call this number. Relationships, like the one written above, aren't normal and should be left immediately. Please, take care of yourself and your loved ones. 800-799-7233 (National Abuse Hotline)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

SAGAU where the Creator is slain once, accused of being an imposter, and reborn as... a Melusine.

there's screaming and pain, the sensation of a thin blade digging into your chest- then nothing. nothing but the soft melody of running water. tentatively you open your eyes are met with dancing colors and shapes, little shell houses and baubles making a small, cozy village. your hands have become mittens, your skin swirling with pretty patterns, a pair of antennae sprouting from your head, and where there were previously cuts dripping with blood have turned to markings that shimmer slightly in the light. another Melusine approaches you and asks if you're lost, and when you merely shrug she introduces herself as Cosanzeana and shows you her slowly growing flower garden.

it's nice here, in Merusea Village. unlike the rest of Teyvat, the Melusine don't know nor care much about any sort of Creator myths- they came from Elynas, after all- so they happily regard you as a sibling who simply got lost on the way. finally you're free from the world above, everyone who chases and tries to harm you, spending your days collecting components to trade and swimming beneath the waves. Mamere in particular becomes a close friend, both of you regarded as a little strange but still beloved by all your siblings. she shows you her artwork and you help her collect paint, and in the coldest nights when you're swarmed by bad dreams, you tell her of your previous life as she swears to keep it a secret.

the only time you venture out into the far caverns alone is when you meet a familiar face- Childe's Foul Legacy form. you always loved the transformation, when Teyvat was just a game on your computer, but now you hastily hop a few steps back. the others treated you as a fraud, tearing at your skin until you gave in and died- he would be exactly the same. but Foul Legacy just blinks, slowly crouching to your height and staring into your eyes, speckled with tiny stars. he trills quietly in awe, then lowers his head into a bow in presence of the true Creator.

the other Melusine cluster around you when you bring him back to Merusea, curiously poking at his armor and glittery wings. you all see him as beautiful, and he is beautiful! Legacy stays with you in the village, accepted with open arms, much like Seymour stayed with Mamere for a time, and it becomes common to see a slightly sparkly Melusine running around with an Abyssal beast at their heels. he swims with you, navigating through the Primordial Sea, and shields you from any outsiders that happen to appear, the ones who dared to harm his Creator so horribly.

you, a Melusine, and Foul Legacy, your protector and best friend.

[hunnykpop]

Catch of the Day

Reader X Rafayel

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As it was getting on to the colder months of Linkon, Rafayel asked you to come and stay over his place. When asked why, he simply said it was because he desperately needed inspiration but can’t get it, now that it’s too cold outside. It was a poor excuse, you knew, but you laughed and agreed anyway. 

Upon arrival, Rafayel immediately had you move to his work studio, not giving you a chance to say anything. As he sits you down on his chaise lounge chair, before moving in front of his desk with all of his paints and brushes, he seems to contemplate something.

“Little joys in life, huh? Hmm…” He says, letting out a hum, “Like finding the perfect shade of crimson for my Lemuria series–it’s practically screaming, ‘paint me, you fool!’”

A smirk forms on his lips while he begins to swirl a brush in a small pot of vibrant blue paint. His purple eyes turn a slight shade of pink as he looks up at you, his voice ringing out when he calls your name.

“What’s your little joy today?” He asks as he turns to face you, leaning back to sit on the edge of his desk.

His eyes hold a playful glint in them and you wonder what’s got him in such a good mood. Not that you minded it, of course…It’s just…but then again, it’s Rafayel. Seeing the expectant look for an answer, you clear your throat.

“Hmm…” You think about it, before deciding to tease him a little, a small smile on your lips, “My little joy today is you, my little fishy.”

You see the way he pauses, his hand stopping mid-stir. Then, he smirks, a low chuckle escaping him, while a blush rises to his cheeks. He sets down the pot of blue paint in his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart races at the soft expression in his blue-pink orbs, your throat drying at the teasing smile on his lips.

“Well, I’m flattered,” Rafayel finally breaks the silence, “But I’ll have you know I’m not so little.”

His voice is low and husky, dripping with a sense of playfulness, yet it makes your body go on alert, your pulse slipping into overdrive, especially when he winks at you.

“And I’m definitely not a fish,” He glances at you, a mischievous grin on his face, “Unless…you want me to be your catch of the day?”

It’s a terrible joke but it makes your heart leap. Perhaps because of the way he said it? You didn’t know.

Rafayel let out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned around to face his desk, swirling the brush in the paint. 

“Although, with you, I’d happily be caught.”

He glances over his shoulder at you, a soft, yet meaningful smile on his lips. A fierce blush finds its way onto your cheeks as you blink at him. You remain silent, unable to form any words, except sit there and blush.

[kix-mm]

He was loved by very few, and was wrongly accused of an unforgivable crime. They deemed him a rotten soul and thus was a perfect sacrifice the dormant gods. His pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears as the villagers turned their backs on him, even though many knew he was innocent. they simply wanted him gone and to favor the gods.

But his soul was pure, his heart was that of a worthy successor for the long gone god the people worshipped. And so. A new god was born.

They could immediately recognize him. The one they sacrificed. And to many it was the last they saw before suffering their fate.

Those who were spared of his wrath, never forgot what they saw that fateful night. To them, this was no god. Those who had been too cowardly to speak for what was right had been spared to suffer. The only ones who had truly been spared of his wrath were those who truly never turned their back on him, and the children… after all, he too was once young. Too young to understand their reasoning behind the villager’s actions.

[memelawd]

Just a little idea I had✨

Figwee regards the small creature before her with curiosity, who shared an eerie resemblance to her. He almost looks like a [REDACTED], but his ears are too small and his snout just a little too short. A leathery fin sits where his hair should have been, if he had been one of her kind. His teeth aren’t quite sharp enough, and his pupils are too soft and round. His tail is too short and stubby, and his fingers held no sharp claws.

Not to mention his personality- his expression holds a resentment that wasn’t just reserved for her. No, it extends to everything in his surroundings. His arms are tightly crossed, body tilted away from her, and his nose is turned up at her like he was trying to look down on her. Which was hilariously failing, since Figwee is at least three or more heads taller than him.

The little creature is too genuinely edgy for it to be played off as joking or an act, like one of her people would have. So no, he is not a [REDACTED].

Figwee feels a small amused smile hitch onto her lips, which causes the small look-alike to glare heatedly at her, and turn to face her. He puffed himself up and snarls, stretching his neck as far as it would allow to try and invade her person space. “Don’t smile at me like that, weirdo. You look stupid.” He sneers up at Figwee, clenching his fists at his side.

Figwee raises an eyebrow, her smile dropping into a flat line. “Oh? And how am I supposed to look at you?” She teases, brushing off the insult, and not feeling threatened at all by this small look-alike.

He huffs. “I don’t know- maybe by minding your own business and leaving me alone!” Was his awkwardly aggressive response.

“Or maybe,” Figwee starts, leaning in closer to the small aggressive creature. “I’ll mimic you. How’s this?”

The look-alike shrinks into his sleeveless jacket, eyes wide, and his snarl nowhere to be found. “… The first one was fine… it- it’s whatever.” He stutters, shifting away from the taller creature. “You don’t even scare me.” He shakily huffs, shrugging his shoulder, and continuing to inch away. “You- you’re not even scary!”

Figwee slowly relaxes her snarl, and is unable to stop the amusement she felt as watches the small look-alike slink away from her and continue to lie through his teeth until he was out of sight.

‘Funny.’ Is her only thought as she turns away from where the little creature went, and wanders away. ‘I wonder if there are more?’

[straysz]

[7:53 pm] Video Games — 필릭스 Felix

your boyfriend, felix, was too busy playing video games on the console for hours which soon annoyed you. you stomped into the room angrily, making eye contact with him for a second before he turned away to focus on the screen again. you huffed as you walked towards your boyfriend. you unplugged the console, which only gave felix no choice but to stare at you again. “babe, why’d you do that? i was so close to winning.” felix whined as he stood up from his chair and walked towards you. “you’re too busy playing that, i’m lonely without your attention.” you reply to him with a frown on your face, making him giggle just a bit. “baby~ why didn’t you tell me sooner? i would’ve hopped off earlier if you told me.” felix spoke softly while planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

[affirmativelyvii]

Behind the scene moments; if our characters were in a cast

“Relax, K.” Blake tried to reassure, clicking the button on her walkie-talkie and holding it in place. “None of them have anyway of actually figuring out where our spot is, even if they did, it’s not like they’ll ever find—”

“We’ll never find what?”

Blake snapped her head to peer over her shoulder before reflexively jerking back, surprised at just how close Ford was. But he reacted faster than she did. Ford grabbed her upper arms and yanked her forward, hugging her close to his chest, readjusting his hold around her so that her arms were restricted to her side.

The girl, who should’ve been struggling against the man, instead had her shoulders shaking so violently, Ford felt a little concern peak through his annoyance.

“I said; ‘never find what?’.” His tone was firm and his hold tightened on her significantly, but not enough to make her uncomfortable or hurt her. Never enough to hurt her.

“…I forgot my lines.”

Blake lost it when she heard Ford take in a long breath and leaned onto Ford, an uncontrollable laugh shook her smaller frame.

There was a click as the stage lights turned on, illuminating the rest of the expansive room. Hiccup let out an amused scoff and rolled his eyes, sitting a few yards away from the director who seemed like he wanted nothing more than to go home.

“Blake.” Ford pulled the giggling mess of a girl away from him before he rubbed his temple. “This is the third take.”

The girl in question shouted indignantly. “It’s not my fault!”

Blake defended as soon as she could catch her breath, she stepped away from Ford and pointed an accusatory finger at the woman behind Hiccup. “Kiara keeps distracting me!”

“You–” The director snapped his head to the woman but by the time he took a breath to tell her off, she was gone. Her laugh echoed down the hall she ran into.

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Kiara was created by @tabbznotya-blog

Blake and Ford was created by @affirmativelyvii