#ta daaaaa

[lampinnit]

this one’s for you @vertigo-rounds 🙏

[cheeselovinpuffin]

Is this your card *drops every single card on the gro

[katt-sports]

Yo I made a Ferrum based blog

@gaia-channel

[chai-berries]

patrols with abby were easy. you knew she had your back, being the best of the best in isaac’s eyes. you started training with her to go on missions in the first place so you both created an almost dance while on a mission. you talked, whispered, laughed. you packed your extra bags with his trash/her treasure bits and bobs you found in decrepit buildings, teetering on 2x4s like a gymnast. abby was currently obsessed with the olympics, the last one being in 2012. she found a bunch of magazines about it on her last trip and had delicately packed them in her bag, planning on reading them as soon as she got back. “did you know that…” lined your conversations for several patrols. your personal favorite fact that it was the first olympics where every nation had a woman representing.

she later admitted, when you had officially been together for just over a week, that you were the last person to still be interested in what she was talking about. even nora tapped out after an hour-long spew about the shoes track and field athletes wear. manny tapped out after 5 minutes, during which he thought abby was joking around the whole time.

the point is you guys had it down to a tee. and yet, neither of you saw it coming. one second abby is laughing at something you said, turning around to respond, and the next second she’s pointing a gun over your shoulder. you freeze, back tensed up. an arm that is neither yours nor abby’s wraps around your neck and pulls you against a chest. the breath you let out from the action is sucked back into your lungs when you feel the cold metal of the gun tap against your temple. your mind shuts down on you, your fear overshadowing all you know about self-defense. your eyes stay locked on abby’s face. if you’re going to die, you want the last thing you see to be her.

“let. her. go.” abby bites out. her hand is steady, the gun pointed at whoever had you in a chokehold. “and i’ll think about letting you live.”

the man, who you assume is a man, tugs you closer to their body. you hear them wet their lips before speaking through a smile.

“now, i don’t want to hurt either of you,” it is a man. and his nonchalant response makes your stomach turn. “i don’t hurt young ladies like yourself,” he continues lewdly. his hold tightens on you again but this time he moves you so your body is pressed tight against his. abby continues to stare him down, her finger itching to fire a shot right in his head for touching you.

you bring both hands around his arm and sneak them between it and your neck. abby clocks your shift and switches her focus to the smug son of a bitch on the other side of her gun. she barely blinks before firing one clean shot in his shoulder, causing him to jump back and let you go. you dive near abby’s feet and move to stand behind her.

the man is moaning loudly. “now why did you do that?” he cries, holding his shoulder.

“c’mon man, if i have to explain it to you, you really are better off dead.” abby steps towards the man, who scuttles away on the floor. with you behind her, abby let’s go of the breath she’d been holding. she kneels over the curled up man, the hand on his shoulder stained red.

“who are you? are you alone?”

“ya think im gonna tell you?” the man croaks out.

abby kicks the gun away. “if you want to live i’d suggest talking. you’re in wolf territory.”

he freezes at the last sentence and abby tenses up again.

you freeze as well and call for abby. “c’mon. abby, we — we should go. ab—”

“no! we heard about a group moving in. they killed austin and half their group,” she says to you, her attention still on the man. “was that you?” she asks him. when he doesn’t say anything, abby knows her answer. she thinks back to what issac told her. that anyone in that group needs to be eliminated. no matter what. and you being on patrol wasn’t an exception in anyone’s eyes but abby’s.

“step back,” she nods her head at you. you immediately comply, taking several steps back as abby stands back up.

SHE KILLS FOR YOU: she looks down at the man and fires a single shot. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sound and don’t open them until you feel abby’s hand on your cheek. you blink up at her as she scans your face. you know you probably look a mess. sweat and dirt covering your face no matter how hard you try to keep it clean.

“you okay?” she asks, brows furrowed.

you nod. “yeah. not my first time witnessing a death, unfortunately. but i’m okay.” you lean into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. after a minute of scanning you for any tiny scratches, she lets you go and readjusts her backpack, slipping her gun into the holster.

“c’mon, let’s go back early. we need to report this to the group.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

SHE DOESN’T KILL FOR YOU: “get up!” abby watches the man struggle to stand. he stumbles and abby uses her free hand to hold him up. when he’s stable, she steps back. “if i was alone you’d be dead by now. you’re lucky. go back to your group and tell them to stay out of this area. this is your only warning. now go!” the man stutters for a second before he staggers away. you take a step towards abby.

“abs — abby?” she keeps facing the direction the man went but doesn’t shy away from your touch. you run your hand up her arm and to the nape of her neck. “you okay?”

“yeah,” she sighs. she turns to look at you. your eyes are glassy and wide. she reaches up to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “c’mon we need to head back. one of the survivors said they had a big crew and isaac needs to know what happened before tomorrow’s patrol.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

[fagghott]

soft slow kissing. just holding each other tight and feeling their body up against mine, feeling their hard little tcock rubbing up against my tummy.

i wanna moan into his mouth, whisper to him that he's perfect and mine and he feels so good.

pressing him up against me and encouraging him to grind into my body, to use me to get off. eating up his soft little unh unh unh's bc it feels too fucking good and hes getting close.

holding him after he cums and kissing all over, showing him that hes mine. hes good. ive got him.

[azalettuce]

in essence, we are reconciled to reconcile

a/n : took place before vol. 16 omake where evil eye helped aira reconcile with her friends. look it up for the context

Saying this may sound funny, but Jiji actually found it fun to converse with Evil Eye in his mind.

It’s like talking to a child, though he supposed it made sense because he was a child. Now without the Briefs constantly screaming in his head (that’s what he said), Evil Eye became reasonable to talk to. And thanks to his chi training, he was able to control how much of the youkai’s consciousness he wanted to channel out. At times when he was himself, Jiji would relax his chi and allow Evil Eye to experience what he experienced through his senses. When Evil Eye took over his body (sometimes it’s just inevitable), he’s able to keep his own consciousness awake too (as long as he didn’t pass out first). Now, whatever he saw, he touched, he tasted, he shared it with Evil Eye.

Being a child in origin and at heart, the youkai was naturally curious at anything and everything, and his reactions were pretty entertaining to watch. Boarding a train made him squee in wonder. Tasting yummy food got him all jumpy, demanding for more—Jiji had to calm him down by saying there were more yummy things to taste and they could eat it next time. Watching a soccer match excited him like no other, despite not understanding the rules.

At this point, Jiji has gotten used to having the youkai asking questions, but there were still times his questions caught him off-guard.

‘Hey,’ the youkai called one day during class in his mind. ‘Why does she always wander around during break time?’

Jiji lifted one eyebrow at his question. ‘She? Who’s she?’

‘The pink girl.’

Pink… ‘You mean Aira?’

‘Yes, the girl who looks like she has money.’

He couldn’t help a snort, earning him a weird look from his classmates. Thank goodness the teacher didn’t hear him! He glanced to his left; Momo looked unfazed, too. She probably knew it’s because he’s having an internal conversation with the youkai. ‘She does look like a rich lady.’

‘Yeah? But she kicked me when I said that. I thought it’s a good thing to have money.’

‘Well, you said that after you ordered her to buy you some juice. Of course she got mad at you.’ Jiji twirled his pencil, half-heartedly looking at the math formula written on the blackboard. ‘And it’s not a good compliment. Girls like to be complimented on their looks. Anyways, about Aira…’

Evil Eye waited patiently, as unthinkable as it was, for him to give an answer. Jiji put his chin on his hand, lower lip jutting out as he tried to remember what Momo had said to him before. It’s something he had asked her before, because Momo often searched all over the school for Aira during break time. ‘Momo said it’s her fault.’

‘What happened?’

‘I don’t know exactly. I don’t think Momo is lying, but I feel it’s not totally her fault. Like both sides did something wrong.’ He tapped his cheek with his forefinger. ‘I never see Aira in a good mood, so I never get a chance to ask her… Oh, actually, she’s in a good mood when she’s with Little Chiki.‘ Jiji couldn’t help but smile remembering how happy Aira always looked when she’s playing with the baby alien. It’s an interesting contrast compared to her usual mannerism. ‘She seems to really love kids.’

‘Why not ask her then?’

‘No way I interrupt her when she’s with him! That would be rude,’ he huffed internally. ‘And Aira doesn’t exactly… like me. I think? So it’s hard to ask.’ Tapping his pencil on his opened notes silently, Jiji said, ‘I didn’t know you care so much for Aira.’

‘She looks lonely,’ Evil Eye said. ‘I hate it.’

The youkai’s words struck a chord inside of Jiji. The Aira he knew was haughty and bossy, and she’s so invincible in his head. He thought her being alone was her choice —he never even considered that maybe it’s not, that maybe she was feeling lonely. Then again, she always had a high level of discipline in everything, including in presenting herself. How could he never thought of it before? Ironic how a youkai could be more susceptible to her emotions than him, a fellow human being.

He felt ashamed at himself now. Aira may not like him, but she’s still his friend. If he could, he wanted to help her. But then he needed to ask her, and that’s…

‘If you want to ask, just ask,’ Evil Eye said. His tone laced in confusion, silently asking, ‘Why are you hesitating?’

Jiji sighed at the youkai in his mind. ‘As I said, Aira doesn’t really like me.’ He slouched on his desk, chin digging deeper into his hand. ‘And besides…’ Glancing to his left, he caught a glimpse of his childhood friend, who was being equally unfocused —not because she had a supernatural talking in her head, but most likely because she’s thinking of their glasses-wearing friend next door. He forced himself to look away. ‘… I don’t like being rejected. Aira would 100 percent refuse to tell me.’

‘You’re weird,’ was Evil Eye’s immediate response. It hurt him much more than he expected. ‘I want to know. Switch places with me during break time.’

Chuckling, Jiji shrugged his shoulders in surrender. ‘Sure, I’ll buy some cold juice later,’ he said. What’s the harm? He doubted Aira would tell Evil Eye, but if by any chance she told him, then he would know, too. He’d think what he could do to help her after that. ‘Hopefully she’d tell you. Then maybe she’d look less sour all the time. She looks better smiling.’

‘Okay, I’ll tell her that.’

‘Wait, no, don’t!’

. . .

“Enjoji.”

Aira didn’t usually call him out when in school. In fact, she rarely called out on anyone from the gang. Usually it’s the other way around, like how Evil Eye had done the other day, when he (kind of forcefully) reconciled Aira’s friendship with her friends.

“Yeah?” Jiji stepped away from the vending machine, opening the hot coffee he had just bought. “What’s up?”

She looked at him with her mouth slightly jutted out and her eyebrows furrowed, like she had a grudge at him. It’s an adorable look on her, though.

Seconds passed without any words from her, just a staring contest between them, putting Jiji at a loss. By reflex, he stuck out his mouth and rolled his eyes toward his nose —his usual silly face —to break the silence.

Her veins popped out on her forehead, and she proceeded to kick the back of his leg.

“Ow! What gives, Aira?!”

“I’m trying to be serious!” she exclaimed, hands balled into fists.

“It’s getting awkward, okay? Why did you look at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”

Aira looked like she wanted to lash out more, but she took a deep breath instead, trying to calm herself down. “I want… to say thank you.”

“Huh?”

She exhaled a breath and straightened up her posture, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she repeated, “for helping me make up with my friends.”

Jiji stared at her in surprise. He didn’t expect a thank you from her, but then he remembered this was how Aira had always been —looking forward never backward, speaking blatant truths when needed even though they could hurt, and owning up to her mistakes and learning from them. His perception of her was right —Shiratori Aira was a strong, admirable person.

But he’s not the one who deserved the gratitude.

Jiji had witnessed everything —how Evil Eye had persistently followed her, asked her friends about what had happened in the past, and made sure they reconciled with each other. The youkai took steps to help her, whereas his desire to help her was mere lip service, even though she was his friend. He never felt more shameful than ever in his life.

“You should say it to Evil Eye,” he said with a smile.

He’s the one who noticed your loneliness first.

I didn’t notice anything. Didn’t do anything. Didn’t even attempt anything to make you feel less lonely.

… I’m just a coward who claimed to be your friend.

Aira rolled her eyes. “It’s hard to talk to him. Just pass my message to him. Not that he’ll get it, anyway.” She cleared her throat and started to turn around. “Well, that’s all. I have to go now. See you.”

“Oh —“ Jiji unconsciously made a noise, catching her attention and prompting her to stop. Damn. He did have more things to say to her, but he didn’t intend to stop her from leaving. He’s still thinking whether he really needed to say it or not.

Unfortunately for him. the pink-haired girl in front him didn’t really have patience in her. Crossing her arms in front of him, Aira cocked her hips to the side. “Out with it, Enjoji. What is it?”

“Uh…” He scratched his head. “I suppose I want to say sorry.”

“Huh??” She made her no-nonsense face. “Whatever are you apologizing for?”

“For… letting you be alone? Not noticing you being lonely?”

She frowned at his words. “Moron. You never leave me alone, if anything. You, Momo, Takakura-kun…” Sighing, she casted her gaze downwards. “It’s my choice to be alone. And what do you mean by ‘not noticing’? I wasn’t feeling lonely in the first place. You don’t need to apologize.”

“O-oh, okay,” he said dumbly. Liar, he thought, but it’s useless to argue about that. She would keep on denying, and he would keep feeling otherwise.

Aira had already turned around to leave him when he remembered he has another thing he wanted to say. He quickly shouted, “Hey, Aira!”

Then he realized it’s his second time stopping her from leaving, so he understood the annoyance plastered on her face when she once again faced him, but her expression still made him flinch. Yikes, this girl really didn’t like him, did she?

“Can I…” he said, unsure, “… be your friend?”

The tension on her face noticeably lessened upon hearing his question, like she was caught off-guard by it. Well, it was kind of a weird question —but it’s important, at least to him, so he remembered to be a better friend to her.

But what if she said no?

That’s when he realized he was asking a question, not making a statement. What if after everything they had been through, she just considered him an acquaintance? Or a comrade —a fellow defender of the Earth, maybe, but not a friend? Oh, man. He knew she didn’t like him, but he personally likes Aira as a person It was his honest desire to be her friend. Ah, he should have said ‘I want to be your friend’ instead —!

Her soft snort took his mind out of its tangled thoughts. “Weirdo,” she said, her mouth lifted up and her eyes softened. “We’re friends already, dumbass.”

Jiji blinked. His mind turned clear instantly at her answer. A good chunk of weight was removed from his heart, and it was being replaced by a conviction to care for her better, for his friends better.

Oh, it felt so much lighter now.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I suppose we already are.”

[siiinfully]

starter for @isles-of-man’s d.racula from demetria

“Care for some company?” She smiled at the bath’s only occupant, her fingers holding on to one end of the thick belt holding her robe together. Demetria wasn’t usually bold like this, but she’d spent most of the afternoon reading a s.mutty fantasy novel with rather steamy scenes. He must have been aware of it because it had somehow appeared at the top of her TBR (to-be-read) pile. The fact that he had bothered to look for something that she might be interested in was more than most guys had done for her.

Smiling, she undid the belt and let the robe fall to the ground before stepping into the pool. She didn’t know how to swim, so she did her best to avoid the deeper ends. This led to her wading over to where he was, and she lowered herself into the water until only her eyes and the top of her head were visible. Although she knew she couldn’t sneak up on him, maybe he couldn’t see her trying to straddle his lap under the water.

[thirddeadlysin]

doctor: okay here's a sample of this new med, call me when you're done and we'll see if it made a difference with your leg

me: okay!

me, one day later: *falls and injures that exact leg in a way that means any progress will be obscured by the new injury*

[fvrsaeken]

-- click the heart for a starter !! please specify the muse! you can also check out my meme tag here and my opens tag here

[anto-pops]

IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT!!! My mom's about to be so mad at me while I sit in one place for an hour reading End of the Line part 2 >:)

LMAO DON’T LET HER LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER— I CAN’T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THE OUTCOME 💀

[moonleaf22]

POV: We work together and I am about to pull up my excel graphs on why you are wrong.

[hyunspet]

por deus o tanto que eu daria pro guri (mc) não tá escrito em nenhum lugar. vontade de passar o dia inteiro dando pra ele, sair com as pernas bambas de tanto fuder

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Vaggie: (sitting irritably in a chair)

Charlie: (snickering excitedly as she colors on the left side of Vaggie's face)

Lucifer: (snickering excitedly as he colors on the right side of Vaggie's face)

Charlie & Lucifer: Ta-Daaaaa!!! Welcome to the Morningstar Family, Vaggie!!!

Vaggie: (trying so hard not to smile at the deep purple cheek circles drawn on her cheeks)

[levisrations]

Levi in a modern universe takes those tea pot making classes and will not rest until he makes the perfect tea pot that doesn’t splutter while pouring or leaks down the spout. You’re still proud of all the ones he makes even if they’re not super functional to pour hot liquids.

He walks in one day to you and a brand new shelf in your shared office in your little house. Putting up his tea pots he’s made in the classes. You also have a few things you’ve made, like some mugs to go with the pots. Mostly ramen bowls. He feels a sudden warmth watching carefully place his handmade art on the shelf you put up yourself. To him they were all failures but to you it’s all beautiful art he made and it brings you comfort.

“Oh you’re home! Well Ta daaaaa! Look what I’ve been doing on my day off. Had to find a place to put all these. Can’t let them just collect dust in a storage bin in the garage you know. We worked hard on these. Also we pay a lot of money to take these classes so..”

In the middle of your rambling he walks up to you and gives you a kiss. He can’t explain the feeling of seeing you so proud to display the things he made that he thought weren’t good enough. Even if it’s just a hobby Levi is a perfectionist and struggles when he’s not good at things first try. So you doing this makes him realize he doesn’t need to be perfect, you love him regardless. He always knew you loved him but every now and then you do things that make gis heart wanna burst out of his chest.

“I got our favorite. Maybe we can use your ramen bowls.” You hear Levi say as he goes into the kitchen to serve the dinner he brought. As you walk in the kitchen he pulls out a glass for you and a mug for him, a mug you made. It’s lumpy and the glaze looks weird but he loves it. And it’s food safe. He can’t forget the look you had in your face when you got home and showed him the mug you made with him in mind. You have the same feeling he has when he sees you be proud of his work.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

If you don't mind can I request any yandere you want and see reader in a wedding dress they thought reader was planning a marriage turn out she just like the dress

A/N: BAHAHAHAA this is so funny. Yes of course, im *assuming* you are referring to the MK guys? Just send in another request if not😭😭

Characters: MK1 Johnny Cage, MK11 Kung Lao and MK11 Erron Black as a wild card lol.

Warnings: buffoonery and Johnny Carlton 😖

Requests: always open 24/7

Masterlist

Johnny ca(needs to be arrested asap)ge

Oh boy…why did you have to get this man started?? I'm going to assume you just thrifted a pretty white dress, not realizing it was a wedding dress in the impulsivity of the buy.

When you got back home to try it on, it unexpectedly fit like a glove. Accentuating every nice thing about your body. The lace and embroidered rhinestones made everything just 100 times better. A gorgeous glam dress that you’re sure Johnny would love just as much as you do.

Excited, you waited by the front door for his arrival to show off your new purchase.

Immediately he froze at the doorstep, the sight of you in this little git up took him aback.

You stuck a cute pose and did a full body spin to show him every detail, egarly asking him what he thought.

“Ta-Daaaaa! So, what do ya think? I picked it out at the charity shop down the street. I figured it’d be perfect for a special occasion..”

Girl you are so damn foolish😩 that man is going feral now

Johnny had been playing his obsession very cool this entire time. Only maybe slipping up once but now…???

That “special occasion” is obviously the day you’ll become his wife. What day is more special than that?! He’s so happy that you initiated this first. He’s been wanting to make you his forever since he’s met you and obviously you feel the same way too.

See, you’re perfect for each other! He knew you were the one. Only a bit sad he didn’t realize your feelings sooner or else he would’ve taken you to Vegas months ago.

“When I gave you my credit card to get something nice I didn’t expect for you to buy a wedding dress. I’m not complaining tho~ it was only a matter of time until it happened.”

….what?

You had looked back down at your dress and realized that it did look oddly similar to one…but that was just a coincidence.

You explained to him that no, it wasn’t supposed to be a wedding dress. You had picked it up because of the detailing, you figured it’d be perfect for the next red carpet.

Ohhhhh he sees what you’re doing here. You’re playing dumb, this was only a hint that you wanted him to claim you. He’ll promptly propose. It’s the traditional way of doing things. ;)

You reiterated again, more seriously this time that this was only a dress for his red carpet. Honestly more of an impulse buy if anything. You hadn’t realized what the dress actually was. It was far too soon to get married and you wasn’t even certain if Johnny was who you wanted to be with in the long run.

His vision of you walking down the isle in that snatched, sexy little dress was shattered… for a mere moment he became overwhelmed with sadness. Wha— what do you mean that you’re not sure you want to marry him? Who else would you marry in place of him? You’ve been planning to leave him, haven’t you?..

Quickly that sorrow turned to anger and a side of Johnny you’ve never seen came out to bite.

His eyes were narrow and sinister as he peered down at you, over his expensive sunglasses. His voice was low yet venomously brash.

“Sweetheart—“

“You don’t get to play silly little games like this and get my hopes up for nothing. We’re getting married, there’s no other option better than me. And if you think for a second that you’re going to leave me—heh—-I’ll make your life agonizing.”

Oh..

It wasn’t long after, that he held you down and shoved a ring on your finger…ahem romantically proposed and you were eloped with an insane contractual agreement.

Poor thing…use critical judgment next time you’re out shopping.

Kung lao

You were out at the markets getting some groceries and household items. Normally Kung Lao would accompany you, but after much negotiation, he decided to let you go out alone. He was well familiar with the shopkeepers and locals so there wasn’t much to worry about. And he didn’t fear you being hit on there as everyone in the town knew who you belonged to. Any man who was stupid enough to talk to you was a man who was certainly going to die.

Of course like any woman, after your necessities were brought, you decided to do a bit of window shopping of vendors that were in the area.

Nothing new or interesting caught your attention until an older woman pulled you into her store to show you her selection of dresses. They were all so gorgeously designed and hand crafted, they must’ve taken ages to make.

“I have something very special for you. I think this will make that man of yours very pleased.”

After searching through a few boxes, she found the one she was looking for and displayed it for you. The dress was a striking red with gold embellishments and pleats that were colorfully embroidered.

It was so well done that it almost appeared painted on. It’d kill you to have that dress, even trying it on would be a dream in itself. But sadly, you knew that anything at this level had to be exorbitant in price. There’s no way that you could afford, let alone justify paying for it.

Thanking the shop keeper and complimenting the dress, you shook your head and declined. Explaining to her that this purchase would make you struggle for a couple of months.

The old lady wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the box towards you.

“My dear, this one was made for you. I must let you have it, don’t worry about payment. Just make sure I get to see you in it.”

Shocked, you asked a couple of times if she was serious and she was very adamant about you taking it home with you. She winked at you and sent you on your way.

Excited, you rushed home and into your room. Entirely running past your boyfriend in the process to hurried try the dress on.

It was exactly your size. It was almost as if if was made exactly to your measurements. You spun around in the mirror a million times so happy to be able to own something so luxurious.

“Y/N? What’s going on in there?? Are you okay? You didn’t even greet me when you came in.”

Opening the bedroom door you surprised him with the dress.

“Can you believe it, Kung Lao? Some lady at the market gifted this to me. She said it was made for me and insisted that I take it home.”

Yeah…ummm

That “random” lady wasn’t so random. He’d been planning this moment for over a year. He took out half of his savings to purchase it and have it custom built for you. All of your favorite colors and style preferences were put into this. He told the lady that whenever she was finished with it, to give it to you the next time that she sees you.

It was a surprise seeing you in the dress though. He knew you’d look beautiful but not this damn good. All of the details brought out the best in yourself. It wasn’t form fitting as it was a traditional xiuhuefu but it still such a perfect fit on you. He was proud that did exceptionally well in designing this for you.

Acting dumb, he asked many questions like who the lady was and was you sure it was truly for free. So manipulative…

“I guess this is a sign of fate…that we are destined to be married soon.”

Ummmm….what?

You laughed and explained how it was just a traditional dress that you plan to wear at a festival or something. What was he talking about marriage? It’s just a pretty dress right??….right?

Girl—-

He explained that no, it was actually a traditional dress only worn by brides. —And that since you was not only “gifted” it, but that it fit you well must mean that you’re ready to be his bride.

“Oh…no…I had no idea, Lao. I just like the dress, I don’t wanna be married to you.”

Let me take a sip of my drink😪

Immediately his face scrunched up in anger and he backed you into the wall.

“You don’t wanna be married to me?! Don’t you know how much money I spent on this dress? Do you know how many hours that poor old lady spent on this, customizing everything for you? I even tried to make the experience receiving the dress special. And you don’t want to marry me?”

He harshly grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to his

“You don’t get a choice in this, my precious flower. Any other girl would kill to even be noticed by the great Kung Lao..don’t be such a fool and make this difficult.”

Yeah..we’ll at least your wedding was absolutely massive and filled with tons of yummy foods.

Erron Black

(Yes I know Erron’s mom was crappy but for plot purposes please let’s pretend he lovvveeeed her okay.)

Erron had left you back at home while he took care of some business and agreed to let you go through the attic. It was very very old and cluttered and he couldn’t care less about what you did with most of the stuff. He hasn’t seen most of it since he was a much younger fella anyways.

He told you there might be a few old clothes that were his mothers and sisters and you were free to take anything you’d like. You're about their size anyhow and he’d rather them on you than to be rotting in a box any longer.

You made your way through tons of old nicnacks and relics, it took a few hours of searching to find any of his old childhood things since they were in the faaaar back.

Eventually you found a hefty box that read women’s name on it and brought it back downstairs.

Hats, blouses, skirts and accessories were all in there. Not much that you’d wear since they were all a little dated and too mature for you—but there was one thing that caught your eyes. Something wrapped in dainty floral wrapping paper and tied with a pretty bow.

……Erron did give you permission to open whatever you’d like so I’m sure this wouldn’t hurt him.

Upon carefully unwrapping the delicately wrapped piece, the most gorgeous vintage wedding dress was revealed. Yes it was rather dated like most of the clothes with big puffy sleeves and a high neckline for modesty. Kind of gaudy as well but still an eye catching design nonetheless.

You held it up to your body and it looked like it'd be a perfect fit. This isn’t too surprising, but it fit you rather well. You looked straight out of the 19th century but it was cute, you put your hair up really nice and added some of the accessories from the box to complete the look.

You strutted around the house and pretended to be some snobby rich woman on her wedding day.

“Why yes. The orderves were made by Frederic, the renowned chef and the silk table cloths were imported from across the seas….hohoho.”

In the middle of your play time, Erron walked in and saw you in the dress. He paused and observed you up and down. It seemed as though he was a bit upset by the sight of you.

Maybe it was the wrong choice to put on this dress of all things. This was probably the one thing that was unspokenly off limits.

You quickly try to deescalate the situation and explain yourself. That you just thought the dress was pretty and you wanted to fool around in it. That you didn’t think much of it or that he’d be home so soon.

“I’m not mad, y/n. For a second I got a glimpse of my ma again. This dress is perfect on you.”

You twirled around in place and asked him if he truly thought so.

“I’m as honest as I’d ever be right now. What do you say we go down to the chapel right now?”

Thinking he wasn’t being serious, you laughed and began to take the dress off

“You’re not the marrying type, Erron.”

His demeanor turned from a sentimental bliss to a pissed off cowboy in seconds.

What did you mean he’s not the marrying type? He ain’t no saint but he’s been good to you and planned on being so for a long while.

“What did you mean by that, darlin?”

He stared straight and menacingly at you with his drawing hand on his holster. Your next words better be catious.

“N-nothing. Just figured you weren’t into the marriage thing because neither am I. That’s all.”

That’s all? You think you can just wear his deceased mothers wedding gown without any plans of commitment.

He suddenly pulled out his pistol out of his holster causing you to flinch. He didn’t point it at you but he inspected it before putting in a cartridge that was stored on his other hip.

“Dear, I know I ain’t no romantic but if you think for a second I’d let you walk out of this relationship alive…you must be one dumb broad.”

A chilling smile plastered his face as he pointed it towards you

“So what do ya say? You going to come down to the chapel with me or go have tea with the queen in purgatory? …your choice.”

Of course you had to say yes. That proposal was so…romantic? Hey, at least the priest down at the old chapel prayed over your soul and gave you a cross if you so ever shall need it dealing with a devil like him.

[mousie-cheese]

Ta daaaaa about a week of work, i started on the 12th, I LOVE HIMMM/THEMMM SO MUCH LIKE IT WAS SUCH A COOL DESIGN HOW COULD I LIKE NOT

though the colors gave me an issue cuz I don’t know what they are in like the follower form but like I really want to change the colors if they are correct I had a LOT of social anxiety, i struggle to ask anything from anyone so I didn’t wanna be a bother and ask about the colors, so it was a lot of guessing

my gosh this dude who knows he’s the sh- with that smirk

@kr1s-png if you see this hiiii : )