#the beads ring i was thinking as a pinky ring

[seriemorder]

these are the only things i like on the whole site

it has to be said that this fucking pandora jewelry sucks ass

[beansprean]

Breathing the same air…

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ID: 1a. Shot inside Stede's bed nook, from the foot of the bed, the entire scene washed in shades of blue. Bright moonlight from the windows slants across the bed and wall above.A line of decorative pillows divides the bed down the center. Stede is sitting up in bed on the side by the window, wearing a nightshirt with a frilly collar. Ed, wearing a plainer nightshirt with a low neckline, parts the curtains briefly to slide hesitantly under the covers on the other side. He glances over at Stede and asks, "We can do this, right? Sharing a bed." Stede smiles reassuringly and replies, "Of course! We even have this handy-dandy pillow barrier to keep us honest! I will keep hands to myself, I promise!" He holds his hands up above the covers as if to prove it. If it wasn't 1717 he'd be saying 'scout's honor'. 1b. Zoom in slightly as Ed lays down on his side facing the pillow barrier and closes his eyes, tucking the blankets up to his chin. He grins into the pillow and chuckles, "Alright, well. G'night." Stede lays down on his back, arms folded on his stomach over top of the shared blanket, and aims a besotted smile toward the pillow between them. "Goodnight, love." The light from the window slants over Stede's shoulders and the top of Ed's head, just above his eyes. 1c. Close up of Ed's face, head buried in the plush pillow and blanket pulled up to his nose. Eyes closed, he inhales deeply. 1d. Repeat. Ed exhales, an anxious crease forming between his brows, and opens his eyes to gaze in Stede's direction, eyes shining up beneath his lashes.

2a. Shot from Ed's POV: the barrier of pillows, Stede's hair just barely visible beyond, and the slanted curtainless windows with a gibbous moon shining brightly in a clear sky. Stede breathes in - the only sound in the room. 2ba. Small angled panel with a close up of Ed, eyes softening fondly as he exhales on cue. 2bb. Repeat, panel falling down the page as Ed closes his eyes and drifts away, the light from the window crawling up the wall. 2bc. Repeat, zoom in, the panel halting its descent as a shuffling sound alerts Ed and his eyes fly open. 2c. Wide shot of Ed from above, the blanket turning transparent so you can see his whole body, curled up on its side with hands tucked up by his chin and right knee hiked up, nightshirt rucked up to mid-thigh. There is nothing but shadow and continued audible movement on the other side of the pillow wall where Ed can't see. He freezes, wide-eyed in the darkness, face flushed as his heart pounds loudly in anticipation. 2da. Close up, beneath the covers, as Stede's bent knee crosses the barrier and presses against Ed's. 2db. Close up of Ed's face in profile, cheeks dark, mouth trembling, sweat beading on his forehead as he stares at the pillow in front of him. He thinks to himself, panicking, "I'm not gonna make it!" 2dc. Close up, beneath the covers, as Stede's left foot sneaks over to brush its toes against the top of Ed's right. Ed thinks again, "I'm not gonna make it!" 2dd. Close up, beneath the covers, as Stede's left hand slides over to tuck a pinkie over Ed's curled right hand. Ed thinks again, "I'm not gonna make it!" 2de. Repeat. Ed's right hand turns palm up, allowing Stede's pinky and ring finger to slide into its palm.

3a. Wide shot from Stede's direction, movement ceased. Ed's face appears, wide-eyed and flushed, as he lifts his head to peek slightly above the wall of pillows. Ed thinks, "...he settled?" 3b. Close up of their hands again beneath the covers, Stede's gone still. Ed curls up his fingers, linking his pointer and middle fingers between Stede's ring finger and pinkie. Ed inhales, and Stede exhales. 3c. Close up of Ed's face, tucked into the plush pillow with the blanket pulled up to his chin. He smiles, eyes warm and full of affection as he inhales deeply. 3d. Shot from above, blanket and pillow wall turned transparent so full bodies are visible. Ed is curled up on his side just as before, hair spilling over the pillow and eyes closed. Stede has sprawled onto his stomach, right leg out straight and left hiked up underneath the pillow wall to press against Ed's. His right arm is flopped above his head and his left has migrated over to Ed's side, fingers linked together. Stede is fully asleep, mouth wide open and drooling. Moonlight from the window slants up the wall, far above them now, and they exhale the same air together. /end ID

[moechies]

౨ৎ ⋆ pinky promise! ꨄ toji fushiguro

sypnosis: pinky promises with your big endearing husband

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.4kwords ꒱ angst w/ comfort ending, fluff, reader cries :<, big soft amazing husband toji

author’s note : dis dumb idea popped up into my head during a break ‘nd i couldn’t stop thinking about it all dayyy!! fic may be a little self indulgent and delusional but :( fun fact,, yv can’t deal with angst where the charac dies because it actually makes so sad so i have to give dem a happy ending :,3

enjoy !1!1!

it’s dumb.

pinky promises at your grown age, intertwining fingers with another and pressing a chaste kiss to your thumb to seal it. you’re not a kid anymore.

in fact, toji thinks it’s dumb too.

the moment you told him about the scarcity of pinky promises, and how much they meant to you, he laughed. he held you in his arms tightly on the cushioned couch of your shared living room, chuckling as you verbally beat him up about laughing at you.

“i’m serious, stop laughing !”

“‘m sorry doll, but that’s ridiculous.”

“nuh uh, it’s not.” you stuff a chip in his mouth, “if you wanna date me, y’have to do pinky promises with me.”

his eyes bore into your cheeky grin, what a contagious little thing. he can’t help but crack a smile at the childish request, mumbling a little something under his breath before you poke at his cheek.

“what did you say?!” you yelp, fingers pulling at his cheeks.

“nothin,’ doll, don’t worry about it.” he grins before gently tugging his face away from your assaulting fingers, careful not to embarrass your little ego. you pout, but don’t forget about your original question to the man,

“so? y’have to do it, because you can’t break up with me..” you pout at the thought, head lowering in hopes that he’d fall for your pity trap and subconsciously agree.

he laughs. toji isn’t dumb, not even close. “okay, i’ll do those childish little promises with you.”

“they’re not childish, toji!”

“they are.”

“they’re not !”

“they.. definitely are.” he snickers.

“fine. whatever. can we make our first promise, then?” you hold out a pinky to his face, nicely manicured with a pretty slim band on your ring finger.

you tug on his larger hand, pulling on the pinky that he purposefully clenched into his fist. “let go, toji!” you squeal, attempting to pull his finger away from the inside of his palm, but he keeps a firm grip to get a reaction out of you. he decides it’s enough when he sees your mouth open, obviously resorting to biting.

“alright, alright, here.” he huffs, pointing out his pinky mirroring yours.

your smile is magnetic, eyes as big as doe’s as you intertwine your pinky into his. “okay, what should our first promise be?”

“you decide cutie.”

“mm,” your brows furrow, “kay, you have to promise to love me forever.”

“dumb girl. that’s a given. no?”

“doesn’t matter!” you shake your head, “y’can’t ever break a promise! ever. this is just confirmation, okay?” you grin, kissing the man on the cheek when he nods stiffly.

“okay, say it then.”

“i’ll love you, my sweet girl, forever.” he can’t help but smile when your face flushes, lips quivering slightly almost as if you’re nervous. your eyes are hardly able to look into his, as if two highschool virgins who just shared their first kiss.

“k-kay,” you giggle, “i promise to love you forever too, toji.” toji hums, “that’s right.”

“okay, now, you have to kiss your thumb. we hafta do it at the same time.”

“for what ?”

“to seal it, toji ! so you can never go back on it.”

he kisses the tip of his thumb simultaneously as you nip yours, diamond eyes staring into yours. you grow flustered, hand which had been intertwined with his lightly slapping against his face to stop his staring.

“stop lookin’ at me like that!”

.⋆*

you subconsciously turn your body away from your husband, moaning and writhing in your sleep. beads of sweat crown on your forehead as your mewls grow loud, waking toji up in a cold sweat.

he fumbles to you, shaking your arm slightly in order to wake you. your short sniffles make his heart drop, pulling himself over you to see your face.

you’re crying.

a singular tear beads in the corner of your eye, limping down the bridge of your nose before spilling onto the white sheets. toji watches you intently, still attempting to awaken you without scaring you soulless.

“c’mon sweet thing, wake up.” he whispers, adjusting and pulling your body close into his, snug against his chest. he feels a slight tickle against his bare pecs when your head falls into and against his shoulder, watching your lashes slowly trickle open, eyelids fluttering rapidly.

you scramble gently before you’re aware, giving in and falling pliantly against your husband as he coos.

he feels his heart ache when you nudge yourself further into his body, wrapping your smaller arms around his torso, mumbling incoherent nothings into his chest with unnoticed tears.

“t— toji , d-don—“

“come ‘ere, doll. tell me what’s wrong? hm? ‘s alright.” he coos, laying low so that you’re face to face, and no longer hiding against his chest. his lips come to press a warm chaste kiss against your forehead, thumb soothing over your messy baby hairs as he reads into your expression.

“t-toji.” you sniffle, attempting your best to pull yourself together to rid the weight off your chest. “‘s just me, doll.” he grins.

“toji, can we make a promise? pinky promise? p-please?” you stutter, and it rips him to pieces. to see you so vulnerable, eyes full of innocent pain, as if you were once again, a kid who had just gotten told no.

he wanted to see it back, yours bright eyes so full of life. and looking into your crystalline ones now, he almost didn’t know if he would ever have it back.

“y-yeah, of course, sweet thing. what’s wrong ?”

“promise,” you sniffle,

“promise you’ll always be h-here, always gonna come home to me, and we’ll live happily ever after. o-okay?”

he feels a lump grow in his throat.

so desperate, so eager to say ‘yes, i promise,’ but yet when he opens his mouth to speak, there’s nothing; not even a squeak. so silent you could hear a pin drop.

his chest tightens when he feels your pinky point out from your fist below the sheets, feeling your hand slowly drag against the blanket, bringing it up towards his face. his chest aches, staring into your clueless-like eyes with a gaze he never once had before.

“please, pinky p-promise, toji?” the silence carried you on edge, bottom lip quivering as tears thread along your lash line threatens to spill.

“doll, i can’t.” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of your hand.

and there it was, that look, almost as if he had betrayed you, told you he didn’t love you. he feels his world crash down, as so do you at the sudden beam of reality, the cruel world you and your lover had been stuffed in.

“b-but—“

“i can’t, doll. i can’t lie t’you like that. y’said i can never break your pinky promises, hm?“

“yes but—“ his thumb swipes across your flushed cheeks, barely holding himself together having to look into your broken expression. eyes full of hopelessness, and it breaks his heart.

“don’t cry, baby.” he kisses the tip of your nose,

“y’know i’d give everythin’ to be able to promise you that if i could.”

and you sob.

hopelessly into the man’s chest, holding him impossibly close as he does the same back. his arm splayed across your back, pulling you in tight as he shushes your cries. “baby, don’t cry. look at me. please?” you shake your head, sniffling into his collar before he takes the matter into his own hands, tipping your chin to look at him.

you attempt to refuse, but he leaves you no chance to be let off.

“doll.”

“hnn.. stop,” you writhe in his grip, just the very least bit annoyed that he wouldn’t let you cry in peace.

“i promise, i’ll find you in every life time. anything i am, anywhere ill be, i promise. i’ll find you. okay? i’ll pinky promise you that.” he glances down before tugging your hand towards him, pressing 2 light kisses on your hand. one on the fingers of your clenched fist, finger prodding against the tight clench before pressing another kiss onto your palm.

“i pinky promise doll. i’ll love you beyond death doing us part.”

he smiles, watching your expression turn lighter than before, sniffles turning quiet before pointing out a weak pinky towards him.

“i promise— pinky promise, i-i’ll love you beyond death doing us part, toji.”

“mhm.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss onto his fingertip, and watching you do the same.

“toji, i love you.” a dumb fat smile grows across his face, and before you know it, he’s smothering your damped face with gentle kisses. “t-toji stop !” and he sighs with relief when he hears you giggle, finally stopping as he trails down your neck to hide into the short crevice of your collarbone.

“i’ll love you more than you’ll ever know, doll.”

[scribbless-n-stuff]

Volume II: Headcanons/Imagines - Dan Heng IL

Characters

Dan Heng [IL or not]

Warnings/Info

Fluff

Slight comfort??

GN reader [all my fanfictions are like this]

Author’s Notes

I think I’ve gotten used to writing down my fake scenarios and actually posting them . I’ve only released like 2 works [this is the 3rd one] and I already reached 100+ likes UIAHJAUSJDADSG thanks guys :3!!

I’m actually going absolute batshit crazy over Dan Heng and Boothill specifically at this point. I’M NOT EVEN IN PENACONY YET��

PDA (Public Display of Affection)

not that he’d want to keep your relationship a secret, but he def wouldn’t be that big on PDA

but he’d always be beside you

at most, would be holding your hand 

BUT if you were to be in any danger, he’d pull you closer to him by the waiSTAHAHUAHHAJSGHASD cough ahem IM NOT CRAZY HOLY SHIT

Specifically How They’d Hold Your Hand

I thought of you two like intertwining pinkies, but I think of him as the type of guy who prefers more “secure” type of hand holding??

he would prefer intertwining all of your fingers because it feels tight and secure, and it reassures him nheehheehhehe

his grip on your hand would be so tight bro [me too]

How They Like To Sleep With You

I looove imagining him as the big spoon :3 plus points if he’s taller than you

or you’re sprawled out on top of him . I think he’d like your weight on him. [maybe I’m just projecting because I absolutely love physical touch]

Random thing I wanna sneak in, but I think of him as a thigh person. He’d hold you by the thighs as your hands would be around his torso/neck

Matching Trinkets/Stuff

The first thing that came to mind tbh were bracelets or silly rings

But like hear me out: matching phone bracelest/straps. and the beads/charms used in the straps would go like:

half of the beads: designs/colors that represent him

other half of the beads: designs/colors that represent you

I mainly js thought of this because like his phonecase in-game is literally just so plain so like. man, give it a little bling

When You Get Sick

Won’t go out on missions until you’re better

But if he’s really reaally needed on a mission and is forced to go, he would constantly text/call you or anyone who’s left on the Express with you

and after the mission, he’d bring you back gifts/small stuffs he found throughout the adventure :3

Song/s They’d Dedicate To You

You’re The Only Good Thing In My Life by Cigarettes After Sex

“Everything is wrong, but it’s  alright. You’re the only good thing in my life.”

Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

“It’s so sweet, knowing that you love me. Though we don’t need to say it to each other.”

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (1)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Deadly Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: Lloyd gets outsmarted.

Warnings for HE'S AN A**HOLE AND I SHOULDN'T NEED TO TELL YOU THAT, illusions to sex/imagined sexual acts, general body-shaming, nasty thoughts, drugging/murder, and the unbelievable thrill of Lloyd getting taken down a few pegs. MINORS DNI. WC ~900

Lloyd impatiently taps his pinky ring on his binoculars, adjusting the lenses.

He hates waiting, but there’s nothing for it. The job is to retrieve something this man stole without evidence that anything was stolen from him.

Oh, and kill the fucker. Obviously.

Man’s a thief.

Well, Lloyd’s a thief, too, in a way, but he doesn’t bother to steal without reason. He gets a payday out of it.

This guy—this grossly-obese, sack of shit chumming it up poolside at a resort—also thinks he’s getting a payday out of it, yeah, but Lloyd is so much better than that. He’d see the reality of his situation. He wouldn’t be this stupid. He wouldn’t be spending the money before the exchange was made.

Easy pickings is what this guy is.

All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet.

Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust.

The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini.

His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

Lloyd frowns and spits over the balcony where he watches. He just imagined the yellow bikini riding that sweaty hippo down there—more to the point, he imagined having to surveil the man while fatso tried to fuck a woman like that—and feels queazy.

Some parts of the job he likes. Some parts he doesn’t. Lloyd gets paid either way.

He leans back for a moment, resting his eyes from the high magnification and the bright sun above. He takes in the mind-numbing, incessant beat of island drums that converges from multiple ‘bands’ across the property into the worst white noise.

Lloyd would rather hear the whimpering, whining screams of torture.

Where the fuck are the waves and relaxing shit?

For effect, a gull screeches at him from the next railing over.

“I will fucking eat you,” Lloyd sharply chuckles back, and then he picks up his slippery, cold Arnold Palmer and smacks his lips.

You know what they say: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your whole life.

That’s true. Lloyd’s proven that. The missing part is that if work isn’t work then vacation isn’t vacation, so one has to make do with thrills where they find them.

Lloyd gently lifts the silencer-tipped gun from his lap and shoots the gull right off its perch. He makes a long whistling noise as the carcass falls and lands with a satisfying thud against some enormous bush leaves.

This is going to be easy, he thinks, sipping his refreshment slowly. Child’s play.

He sets down the glass and the gun, repositioning the binoculars over the possibly-sunburnt bridge of his nose.

Watching this poser of a paunch groping the decent-looking, sunshine girl is making him plan out seeing someone of his own tonight. He’ll be done with the guy early enough; plenty of time to find a self-conscious chubster willing to suck and fuck hard for a few praises. It’s basically charity work, but again, work isn’t really work, is it?

Lloyd has to follow the repetitive grind of yellow-tied hips and watch the front bow bounce between breasts to notice that she’s yanking at the string.

He might be in real luck. Is he about to get a show?

The bikini top doesn’t fall away, however, and it’s suddenly missing the white bead marking the edge of the seam.

Sunshine's hands go up in the air, reaching and swaying with the beat, until she turns and drops something small—like a fucking pill—into the target’s drink, reaching for his face and cooing dirty, little things, it seems, by the distracted burst of the man’s pupils.

Mother fucker.

Lloyd sprints back through the sliding door and out of his room, he vaults the banisters to jump down three flights in the stairwell and only emerges at the poolside to see his target collapsing forward, the bikini bitch groping the body as it falls to sneak a keycard out of his pocket.

She screams bloody murder and everyone fucking buys the act. She scrabbles away, bare palms on the concrete, one holding his goddamn prize, until she slips backward into the pool.

“Son of a…” Lloyd scowls, but there are too many people moving over the walkway to rubberneck.

He sees happy, dotted yellow emerge from the other side of the water, empty-handed, a sympathetic towel thrown over a clearly shocked woman.

From across the courtyard, you, Sunshine, turn in Lloyd’s direction, pulling at the front of your suit bottoms to emphasize a stiff, rectangular shape underneath.

You’re staring right at him when slowly raising a middle finger and winking before wrapping the generic towel tighter.

Onlookers and good samaritans gather, crossing in between you two. He can’t make a scene.

Then you’re gone, folded into the wave of terry cloth that ripples and recedes with passing drama.

He stands there, dumbfounded, ten feet away from a dead seagull.

Did…did Lloyd just fucking lose?

A/N: *evil, unhinged laughter* This shit is gonna be fun....

[Next Part: Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy]

[Main Masterlist; Lloyd Hansen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[apollodeath]

Fairgrounds.

König x Reader

SFW

A/n: just a cute fair date with König SFW there’s some suggestiveness? But just cute. I made it really fast so hopefully it’s not bad.

When the two of you finally arrive you can’t hide your excitement you’ve been looking forwards to the fair all year long. Before König left on deployment he pinky promised you he’d take you when he got back, he got back two weeks before the fair opened and you had completely forgotten about it by just being so excited to have König home, he had remembered all along.

“Bist du aufgeregt, meine Liebe?” He smiled a little looking down at you while you two waited in line. It was a cold day and that wasn’t stoping the fun. His hand was warm enough to warm your cold hands plus you both had remembered to dress warm.

“Oh yes!” You smiled nodding. König admired your childlike excitement over the simple fair day. The cold brought out your rose tinted cheeks and nose, which he just adored.

“What’re you going to ride first?” He asked passing the time in the long line.

“I think the carousel!” You thought for a second “all I know is the ferris wheel will be last.” You smiled holding his warm hand close, tucking both of your hands in and around it, even though it was freezing König still burned hot. Which was a plus these kinds of days.

“Why’s that Liebe?” He tilted his head a little.

“Once the sunsets we’ll be able to see all the fair and town lights plus the stars” you explained already thinking how great the view is gonna be.

Once getting to the front and making your way in the fairgrounds it looked massive and full of side shops, games, food trucks and rides bigger than expected. You saw your first ride, the carousel.

—

Time passed and you two were done with rides and finishing up your carnival snacks, searching for fun games to play. König throws his empty drink away and looks around at all the quirky games and flashing lights.

You spotted the classic hammer game in all the cheesy rom-com movies. Whoever hits it hard enough gets a cute plush. Or a small ugly one if you’re ‘weak’ you laugh to yourself thinking about it.

“What?” He notices your smile and little laugh.

“Oh it’s just ‘The Strong Man’ game over there” you pointed “I think I would like to play” you laugh.

“Feel like testing your strength, meine liebe?” he smiles, you notice his cheeks and nose have a little pink sheen on them from the cold air. His breath fog lets you know it’s pretty cold out tonight. And maybe your frozen finger tips.

You walk up and look at the small ‘rewards’ they’re a pack of glow sticks and the other is a plastic beaded necklace.

“Those are… fun…” you joke looking up at König he laughs with you.

“Ja, I could glow in dark” he chuckles you laugh into your hand then look at the big ‘rewards’ that hang up on a display wall. They have surprisingly good quality plushes.

“Whoa those are actually cute” you point at them all.

“I think so too. ” he looked them over.

“Are you playing?!” The carnival worker shouted towards you making you look at him.

“Oh! Yeah I am.” You look back at König smiling and he gives you a little thumbs up as encouragement.

Getting closer to the game and taking the cartoonish big hammer you realized the machine was actually pretty tall. A red bell that sat at the top was meant to be rung, that’s if you were a ‘the strong man’ or whatever. You looked at the other rankings on the machine and they were silly little titles. The one right below the top was ‘regular man’ and 2 feet off the grounds title read ‘baby muscles’ and that got you to laugh. Before slinging the big hammer over your shoulder you realizing it was actually pretty heavy, brought it up and you got a better grip and swung down hitting the little pressure plate, making the little puck go up, but less then half way up. No bell ring. You read your little silly title. It’s not as iconic as ‘baby muscles’

‘Princess power’ you read and look at the worker he points at the bucket of small rewards.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile and grab your glow sticks on the way over to König. König smiles and laughs a little.

“Princess power is fitting” he says with a laugh grabbing the glow sticks and putting them in his coat pocket for safe keeping. You laugh and shrug “I wanted glow sticks anyway” you joke.

“My turn.” He says with a slight smirk, he takes his coat off handing it to you to hold, he adjusts his shirt sleeves and walks over getting the hammer, in his hands it looks smaller and also easier for him to pick up. For some reason König being in the cold without a jacket and even though the game was cheesy, you couldn’t help but admire König’s arm muscles as he lifted the hammer up and over his head then with a huff of his foggy breath in the cold he brought it down hard and fast. The puck shot straight to the top, ringing the bell. Flashing lights displayed his won title ‘The Strong Man’ and the people waiting to play start to clap and you smile brightly joining in on the short applause.

König points to the plushies and says something to the worker you can’t hear but he hands him a little white bunny plush and König takes it; walking back to you.

“For you mein Schatz” he smiles with pride in his walk and smirk. You blush taking the bunny and handing him his coat. You wrap the new plush in a hug then tippy toe kissing König. He softly cups your blushing cheek and then leans in whispering “it reminds me of you mein kleiner Hase”

You blush a deep red and look at him, his toothy grin is wolf-ish and once more he leans in and whispers “you’ll give me my real prize tonight…”

I just love him.

[dazyxi]

;; RYWD WRITING (REMEMBER YOU WILL DIE) — content warnings: very brief mention of sh (digging nails in skin), derealization (slightly), and smoking. other warning: not lore accurate. i wrote it for fun, and it's very short becauseeee... i didn't know how to continue it from that point ibr 😭😭i don't write shit like this sooo it's very fast-paced and sloppy!!

The air is thin in Ivy's lungs. The breaths she's expelling are heavy, heaved, and drawn out. She's struggling to inhale and exhale. To breathe. To function. Her room is too tight, the walls too closed-in. In short, she feels like she's being choked. Strangled. Not just by this apartment room, suffocated by life. And she doesn't know what to do. There's no out. She's stuck. Stuck in this endless loop. Stuck in a role. A rabid dog on a tight chain. A vicious animal waiting to be set loose. A psychotic murderer who shouldn't be trusted. Stuck proving them right.

She's mad. Not at Orla. Not at the people who labeled her. At herself. She put herself in this situation. How could people think differently when all she does is fit into their title? Whenever she's given the choice to do the right thing- be better- she does the opposite. Maybe she got comfortable with the low-held expectations. Got used to being held in poor regard. I mean, you can't disappoint someone who never had hope, right?

Her skin is crawling with discomfort, and her posture is rigid as she sits against a wall. A lazily bandaged hand lays against her exposed collarbones. An attempt to ground herself. Flesh against flesh. Warm flesh. Not cold.

She's disoriented. Alienated. As lines of reality turn fuzzy, and she starts to get distant, she mentally wrangles with herself. Nails start to press carelessly into olive skin while her mind ripples with static. This feeling, the sickening nauseation of being trapped, is clawing through her. Seeping into her bone marrow. Sticking itself to her permanently.

Strands of her black hair are stuck to her face by sweat. The sweat that beads from her hairline and trails down her cheeks, joining tears she was unaware of. She feels pathetic. Helpless. She wants to give in. Let herself melt away. Instead, she lets her hands fall to her side in a clumsy action, leaving crescent-shaped indents at her collarbones. They're laced with a left-over stinging sensation but no blood. She starts to count her fingers. Starting with her index finger. . . then middle finger. . . ring finger. . . pinky finger. Index. . . middle. . . ring. . . pinky. She repeats it over and over and over until she's sick of it. Sick of calloused fingerpads scraping together in a strange anchoring method. Blearily, she mocks herself through the disorderment, This is all so stupid. Get over yourself.

She stares at the ground. Exhausted. Her gaze flits around the rays of neon light cast from the windows and onto the floor. Squints at the cracked wood. Scrutinizes the fractures. She drags her eyes upward to the window, the presence of Vapolis leaking through the glass. It's taunting in a way. Slowly, she regains her thoughts, the repeated buzz being replaced. Her mind scrambles to catch up with her emotions, and a moment later, she's frantically digging into her pockets. Her fingers catch onto the cigarettes and lighter, messily dragging them out of her jacket like she's on borrowed time. She flips the lighter on after she's stuck a cigarette in her chapped lips. Briefly, she watches the flame dance. Observes as it spins and whirls around like a dandelion in the wind, only less innocent.

She places the fire underneath the cig, and soon after, tendrils of smoke billow into the atmosphere. She sighs out clouds of mist while the familiar rush of pleasure pangs through her. Easing slightly, she lets her body slump, head tipping upward and hitting the wall. Her sore eyes flutter shut, her shoulder still tension-filled and clamped up at her sides, but the looming factor of dread has settled. Somewhat. It's still at the forefront, lingering in her mind. She takes another drag, and her mind begins to haze over.

One hand still holding her cigarette to her lips, the other struggles to help herself up on wobbly legs. They feel like jelly underneath her weight. "Fuck," she mutters, her voice strained. Wrecked.

It's whatever, she thinks. She'll adjust. Conform to fit the mold. Easier than trying to break it or reform it. She always does what's easier for her. Less work. At the end of the day, she did this. What's that saying? Nobody to blame but yourself?

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Ch. 3: The Murder Family

Warning: Curseing & Mentions of Sex.

Third POV-

a new day and new arrivals. Taking place in the I.M.P building, inside the main a The knocked on the door is heard as a voice came from the others

"Ah.. Here she is now!! Our lovely..Yn!" The voice seemed sweet as anOverlord opened the door and walked in.

"Blitz. It's ready.." Yn sat on the desk on Blitzo as she showed him an iPad.

"What the hell is that?" A taller imp asked, she seemed to be a sinner.

Yn looked up at the imp, "Who the hell is this?" She asked. The sinner's face turn red a bit rather from anger or... lust?

"Ah.. Yn. this is our latest client, Mrs. Mayberry.." Blitzo gestured to Mrs. Mayberry with a sly smile, "And this is Yn...she's...special to the I.M.P company. She's the top boss of this company and everything that has ever happened to a creature of Hell!" Blitzo stood up, smiled, hugging Yn and pulling her into his lap.

"Ah. It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Mayberry.." Yn muttered out, even through she is tired she haves a look that can easily be mistaken as a tease expression, this made Mrs. Mayberry tensed up for some reason, "It's nice to meet you too." She avoided eye contact as she grumbled annoyed. Blitzo smiled and nuzzled his face into Yn's neck.

"Now...Show me the fucking video so we could fucking kill some bitch!" Blitzo's face raised up, showing quite the evil smirk.

"Yes Sir.." Yn leaned on Blitzo as she lifted up the iPad so that both could see.

Play Video-

"I was a good person, before it all went down. I was good my entire life." Mrs. Mayberry begins to tell us her story.

A shot of a red school house. Birds fly in the background. 'Learning is fun' is written on the side of the building. There are trees and a playground. A bell on the roof rings. Mrs. Mayberry opens the classroom curtains, revealing two birds singing on a tree branch. Inside the classroom, Mrs. Mayberry writes 'Good morning!' on the blackboard.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Mayberry twirls around and catches her piece of chalk, "I hope you all did your homework!" She smiled brightly.

Several smiling students nod in a dance at their desks. A brown-haired boy wearing a dunce cap spins on a stool and faces the wall. Music starts playing randomly.

Play Song:

The class sings 'la la la' while Mrs. Mayberry faces the board. She drags her piece of chalk in a line on the board, the piece almost gone. Her face is beaded with sweat and her eye twitches.

Mrs. Mayberry faces the class, "Oh my stars! Stop singing, children! Hush up, now!" She snaps politely.

The class falls silent.

"I forgot it's my husband's birthday! I didn't get him anything special!" She seemed stressed as a little girl came up to her, she wore a Pink dress so let's call her Pinkie.

"Maybe if we call him, we could do a happy birthday surprise!" Pinkie smiled happily, holding her teacher's hand.

An unused condom hits the screen and accepts the video call as Mrs. Mayberry's face appears from the other, while the sound of a squeaking bed is heard. Back in the classroom, her face turns red in anger and then shock as she stares in bewilderment. The children stand behind her with concerned, fearful looks. Her face blank and in shadow, Mrs. Mayberry stands up and walks away.

"Wait! Mrs. Mayberry!" Pinkie grabs hold of Mrs. Mayberry's arm, "Remember what you taught us? Think before you act..."

Mrs. Mayberry grabs hold of the girl's neck and tosses her through the roof. She walks out the door.

The children scurry to the window to see Mrs. Mayberry drive through a white picket fence in her green car. The children head back to the computer to watch.

Jarold could be heard offscreen, "Okay..." He notices Mrs. Mayberry, "Oh, sh*t! Sweetie, what are you doing here?" He questioned, shocked.

"Shut Up, Jarold!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled. A woman's screams as gunshots rang out.

"You scream like a b*tch!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled still. Dunce boy cowers in his seat as the sound of a chainsaw is heard. Blood splatters against the computer screen as the children stare in horror.

"Oh. My God...What have you done...? Sh...She had a family?!" Jarod yelled offscreen.

Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "We could have had a family!" She cried offscreen. Gunshots are heard and several children look away in disgust. Mrs. Mayberry wipes away the blood from the screen. She looks frazzled at her students.

"Oh, dear God. What have I done..? In front of you all!" Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "I'm so sorry, my children! Don't forget to work on your times tables!" She cried.

Another gunshot is heard and the children faint on the floor one by one.

Blitzo and Yn stared at each other before looking at Mrs. Mayberry. Blitzo still held Yn close.

"After one measly massacre propelled by blind rage...So, that's why I'm here..." She crossed her arms, throwing a cigarette in a trashcan.

"To what, Mrs. Mayberry?" Yn questioned, hearing a ding, as she pulled out her phone, staring at it.

Mrs. Mayberry gritted her teeth, "To get my f**king revenge!" She growled.

"Feisty." Blitzo muttered for Yn, only to hear as the one laughed, "But uh. was she hotter?" Blitzo questioned. Mrs. Mayberry glares at Blitzo with an incredulous look on her face.

"I'm just saying, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, t*ts." Blitzo said. Mrs. Mayberry seethes in anger, her aura glowing red. Yn stares up at her with a small sigh.

"Anywayyyy, I don't think you quite understand how we're operating down here" Blitzo looked at her and Mrs. Mayberry glares at him, "See, we take revenge out on the living, and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of death.." He smirked. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her fist. Her red aura glows again.

"frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you..." Yn watched the blank screen of her phone.

"Boop!" Blitzo boops her on the nose. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her claws, "Not... all of them... That whore survived..." She hissed, "Now, they all call her a hero.."

On Earth-

The camera zooms up to a hospital bed with a bandaged blonde woman recovering. The room is filled with colorful bouquets of flowers. The woman's children and husband are by her bedside.

"How does it feel to have survived such a crazy bitch?" A female reporter questioned.

"I just hope that sick woman finally found peace.." She gave a 'sweet' smile.

"'You are so brave! Here's two million dollars!" The reporter smiled happily as she handed the check to her, a golden check. The woman smiled gratefully, "Ohhh! Thank you!" She seemed fake.

Cameras flash as Martha smiles at her husband. Martha stands with her husband Ralphie and their two children in front of a house by a lake, surrounded by a picket fence.

"Between the talk shows and the donation bullshit, she made so much goddamn cash... getting shot was the best thing to happen to her!"

Scene cuts to Martha standing at a podium with 'VNN' on it. A news reporter holds out a microphone among several other microphones.

"You're a hero!" A reporter smiled.

Martha is then seen jogging with a dark-skinned woman with blonde hair.

"You're a hero, girl" A jogger said running by.

In a grocery store, a boy wearing a beaver-skin cap talks with a cashier named Brook.

"My mama's a hero!" Martha's son smiled happily.

"She is a hero!" Brook smiled.

Ralphie and Martha have sex in a bedroom and he grunts in pleasure.

"You're a hero!" Her husband grunts.

An old priest is seen with his hands folded in prayer by church doors. Martha stands next to him with her hands folded.

"You're a herooo!" The Priest prayed.

Martha is then seen standing at the front of Mrs. Mayberry's old classroom. Another teacher introduces Martha to the class. 'How to deal with trauma 101' is written on the board.

"'You're a hero!" The class smiled and cheered.

Martha smiles as she is given anal sex from another man.

"You're a hero!" The man grunts.

Back in Hell-

Mrs. Mayberry's purple fists create cracks on Blitzo's desk as she smashes down on it.

"SHE IS NOT A HERO00000!" Mrs. Mayberry shouts, her voice echoing. She leans in close to Blitzo's face, her face red with anger.

Blitzo held Yn, terrified while Yn seemingly surprised by the outburst, "Mm-hmm. Yeah! Okay, yeah, my thoughts exactly.." He cuddled Yn close.

Blitzo rapidly presses a red button from underneath his desk. A red light flashes by a label reading 'Deranged client.' The other labels read 'More coffee, 'Soiled my pants,' 'Horny client, 'Horny Blitzo,' 'Client giving birth, 'Ghost,' 'Lovely,' and 'Stolas.'

Outside the office Moxxie, who is holding a black and red crossbow in his hands. In front of him is a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms are shaking as the pointer hovers around the man's crotch area.

"Moxxie, stop shakin'! You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!" Millie, Moxxie's Wife, pointed to their hellhound, Loona.

Loona lies on a gray couch and holds up the family picture in one hand and her phone in the other. On the wall are drawings of Blitzo in a horse shape and a drawing of Robo Fizz with an arrow sticking out from it.

"Wow. I feel soooo loved here..." Loona said sarcastically, scrolling on her phone and eating a snack provided to her.

"Just take a deep breath..." Millie inhales, "and let it out!" She smiled.

"But... It's a family! Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?" Moxxie sighed softly, looking at his wife.

"I mean, if that's what the client wants.." Millie shrugged.

"Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family.." Moxxie suddenly starts speaking with a stereotypical Italian accent, "That's understandable." He goes back to speaking normally, "But to eradicate an entire innocent, seemingly, in this instance, upper middle class family bloodline?" He sighed softly.

Loona looks at the picture as she thinks for a moment.

"Hey! You don't know they're innocent!" She points to the boy, "This kid probably sets dogs on fire..." She points to the girl, "maybe this girl gets off to bullying Australian kids online..." Loona points to the father, " and this guy... This guy definitely watches..." Loona sneered.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties... It's why so many of them end up here!!" Millie pointed out.

"But..." Moxxie was interrupted by Millie.

"Guilty and innocent aren't our business, Mox." She cups Moxxie's cheeks as she shakes them, "Killin' who were paid to is our business. Shoot the target..." She kissed him softly as she backed up.

Moxxie aims his crossbow.

"I just think it's a bit excessive, and we could be a bit more selective, is all..." Moxxie sighed as he got ready to fire the arrow.

Blitzo barges into the room followed by Mrs. Mayberry and Yn.

"Guys! I want you to meet..." Blitzo loudly shouted.

A startled Moxxie accidentally fires his arrow and it ricochets around the room. Millie jumps into Moxxie's arms as the arrow hits a computer. The arrow then flies and creates a hole in the family picture that a stunned Loona is holding. The arrow hits the bottom of a tank with eels and the tank starts to wobble dangerously. The arrow flies toward Yn, but Blitzo catches it with one hand.

"...Our newest client..." Blitzo gritted his teeth at Moxxie.

Moxxie quickly rushed up to Yn and apologized. Millie came up to Yn just to make sure she's okay.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" Millie asked sofi.

"Yea" Yn blinked, "I’m fine." She shrugged.

"Thank the fires below.." Millie sighed as she placed her hand over, wherever her heart was meant to be.

"Yn.. I'm so sorry!!" Moxxie apologized once again, "You sure you're okay, right?.. No scratch?" Moxxie looked around Yn.

"I'm fine, really." She assure Moxxie. The eel tank falls down. Glass and water spill on the floor. The eels fall out and burst into electricity, setting the room on fire.

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!" Blitzo yelled as he kept Yn away from the electrified waters.

Outside the building, imp firefighters carry the eels away and head into a red fire truck. Mrs. Mayberry drives off in a yellow taxi cab as Blitzo waves goodbye.

"Byyyyye! And, don't worry, we'll get that skank in less than twenty-four hours or your first kill is freee!" He smiled forcefully, as he held Yn close to him.

Blitzo waves as the car drives away.

"When did we start implementing that deal?" Moxxie asked.

Blitzo turns with a glare to Moxxie, "When you set fire to my office in front of a CLIENT, YOU FUCKIN' DICK SHIT!!" Blitzo yelled.

Blitzo grabs Moxie's face and pushes him away, "Now, someone PLEASE tell me that fancy book is still intact!" He looked at the four.

A nearby billboard with Blitzo's face on it reads with misspellings: 'Goat an asshole in the living worlds!? Come to I Am Pee!!??! Make sure you put this sign up on the rite side. Don't fuck this up. Also payment may take a couple of weeks because it cums in the mail. Speech to text- -Blitzo-'. Loona types on her phone.

"You mean... our only ticket to the other side?"

Loona pulls out the grimoire, "Yeah. Got it..." She handed it to Yn.

"Thank god... I can't even begin to think what Stolas would have asked me to do to repay.." Yn sighed in relief.

"And that's why you're one of my favorites, Loonie.." Blitzo used baby talk voice, "You get a tweat, now!" He smiled as he held up a dog biscuit to her.

"Ew. Stop." She pushed it away.

Blitzo throws the treat into the air and catches it with his tongue, like a frog. He pulls it into his mouth and chews.

"You're so gross!" Loona looks like she's gonna hurl.

Millie draws a pentagram with chalk on the wall. It glows red and creates a portal to the human world.

"Awwww, stop it..I got enough of that from my therapist!" Blitzo smiled happily.

Loona rolls her eyes and leaves. Blitzo puts his hand on Moxie's face, who struggles to walk to Millie.

"Now, let's go lick some ass!" Blitzo smirked, pulling Yn closer to him.

"The expression is 'kick some ass... Blitzo..." Millie snaps her fingers at Blitzo as she walks through the portal.

"Mine's better!" Blitzo smiled as he walked through the portal, holding Yn close.

"No It's not." Yn said.

Moxxie sighed, "Aww, fuuuck..." He followed.

Moxxie walks through the portal. All four imps stand in front of a small red house by the lake as the sun sets. Blitzo and Moxxie lean against the side of the house, rising from bushes. Blitzo stands up and peers into the window.

"That's gotta be her.." Blitzo chuckles darkly, "This is too easy. Moxxie, do you want this one?" He faced Moxxie.

Moxxie looks pleasantly surprised, "Me?" He questioned.

"Yeaaaah, this one's simple enough for you to handle!" He crossed his arms.

Moxxie stands up and peers through the window. His face falls as he looks at the family having dinner.

"It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital.." Yn stated, sitting on the ground near Millie.

Martha and Ralphie, Martha's husband, affectionately rub each other's noses. Martha holds a dinner platter in her hand. Moxxie hesitates at the window.

"You snooze, you lose, Mox!" Blitzo throws the gun at Yn who catches the shotgun with ease.

Martha's face is seen in a reflector, her doe eyes wide and blinking innocently.

"Aaaand I've got ya, bitch.." Yn's eyes narrow at Martha, her eyes light up with a sudden sparkle.

"Wait... Are we actually killing a family?!" Moxxie looks shocked at Blitzo.

"No, don't be a puss...We're just killing a mother." Blitzo smirked, leaning near Yn,

"'You've got this, Lovely!" He cheered. Yn positions her rifle.

Blitzo glanced at Moxxie, "And we're ruining a family!" He smiled evilly as the rifle clicked.

"But... Ho. Hold on, hold on! Let's just think about it." Moxxie seemed worried.

Moxxie lifts up Yn's gun as she fires. The bullet hits a glass mirror inside the house. All four family members gasp in fear.

"What was that, Ralphie?" Martha asked worriedly.

Ralphie shakes his head, "I dunno, Martha! But, whatever it is..." He grins evilly as he stands up holding a rifle in his hands, "they're gonna be tomorrow night's dinner!" He grinned evilly still.

Martha sets the platter on the table and pulls out another rifle. She drinks a glass of wine and smashes it onto the floor.

"Alright, kids! Guns out!" Martha yelled.

The boy pulls out a small gun from his beaver-skin hat. The girl pulls out another rifle. All of them have evil grins of sharp teeth.

"Looks like we got some rabbits to catch, young'uns!" Ralphie chuckles darkly.

The scene cuts back to Blitzo and Moxxie.

Blitzo was fuming in anger, "What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" He yelled.

Moxxie wheezes anxiously, eye twitching. He lets out a croak with his snake-like tongue out. He then falls to his knees, hands over his face.

"I'm sorry. They just seemed so wholesome and happy." Tears fall from Moxxie's eyes as he takes more breaths, "I panicked!" He cried loudly.

Blitzo facepalms, "Oh, who the fuck is innocent, Moxxie?! From the moment of birth, you're already a parasite leeching off your momma's tits!" Blitzo leans in and pokes Moxxie's head, "Get the FUCK over yourself, you baby dick prune!" He yelled loudly.

A blast shoots through the wall and hits Blitzo in the arm, black blood flying out.

"AAAAH! A new hole!" "SCATTER!" Blitzo and Yn screamed.

Blitzo, Millie, and Yn flee the scene and Moxxie hides in the bushes. Another hole appears and part of the wall explodes. Ralphie and Martha grin and leap through the large hole with guns drawn. Yn jumps onto the roof and then from the roof she jumps into the trees. Moxxie peers out from the bushes and rapidly looks around. A child's hand grabs Moxxie by his tail and he yelps. Ralphie fires at Millie who flips backwards and dives into the lake.

"'Where'd you go, little critter?! Y'all can't hide long from me!" Ralphie questioned.

Millie is seen with her head above the water under the dock. A knife is in her mouth. Millie breaks through the dock and lands on it, with her knife and a grin. Ralphie swings a glass bottle and Millie runs behind him out of the way. Millie jumps up in the air, knife in both hands. Ralphie swings his bottle upwards, knocking Millie in the head. She cries out and falls to the ground. She struggles to stand, but collapses onto the dock. Her eyes twitch. Ralphie smiles evilly down at her as the cloudy sky spirals red.

Moxxie opens his eyes and gasps with a squeak to find himself tied to a stitched up dead body in a chair. Moxxie's face falls in fear as he looks at the girl and boy. Both their eyes are red and devious sharp grins form on their faces. Moxxie tries to defuse the situation.

"Oh! Well, hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?" Moxxie smiled.

Both kids speak in low creepy tones, the boy finishing seconds after the girl, speaking instantly after Moxxie.

"It's nice to have a new critter to play with..." They smiled creepily.

Moxxie glances up in fear at a red light above him. The light reveals a human head high up and several limbs on plaques. The wooden walls are stained with red blood. Two plaques hold stitched up faces of skin. A larger plaque displays a dead man with long white hair, arms crossed, eyes and teeth bulging out. His upper chest is connected to the plaque. A picture frame made of bones reveals another face made of skin inside it. Human skin is tacked to the wall with 'Bless this mess' stitched onto it. Moxxie looks and sees a dead human body on a platter in front of him, an apple in the human's mouth. Organs are in a nearby bowl.

"Ohhhhh... crumbs..." He looked terrified. He suddenly hears a loud thud on the roof of the building followed by a low growl.

"Yn..."

four gunshots ring out in the woods. Blitzo dashes through a bush. Martha's evil laughter follows as Blitzo runs through the forest. She slides down a hill and catches her breath at the bottom.

"I know you're hurtin', little devil." Blitz takes deep breaths as she leans against a tree. Her eyes go wide as she covers her mouth. A silhouette of Martha is shown walking through the woods.

Martha, in the same voice, "I promise that I can make that pain go real quick! Just come let Mama Martha put a bullet in your pretty little skull!" She laughed.

Blitzo sighs in relief before his phone lets out a yelling ringtone. Blitzo pulls out the yellow cell phone and it flips through the air. The phone has 'GFY' written on it with a laughing devil emoji on it.

"Dammit!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Stolas! This is a really bad time." Blitzo tries to grab hold of the phone eventually doing so, then she holds it to his ear

At Stolas palace, Stolas is shown relaxing in a bathtub. There are candles with blue flames around the tub. The floor has glowing astrological symbols on it. The curtains look like the starry night sky. Glowing constellations float around the room. Stolas holds an old rotary phone to his ear, in the shape of sunflowers.

"Mmmmm, when isn't it a bad time, Blitzy?"

"What is it?!" Blitzo's angry face appears in a bubble.

Stolas leaned back, "I've been meaning to follow up on you, Blizy, and my little conversation regarding my grimoire..?" He smiled.

"What did you just call me?!" Stolas pops the bubble with his finger.

"My book, Blitzy.. The book I was given to do my job? That I have allowed you and dear Nn to use to do yours.?" Stolas smirked.

Blitzo looks scared as a rifle clicks. A bullet flies through the tree where Blitzo was moments before. A shadow of Martha with red eyes and mouth appears through the hole.

"I can HEAR you, darlin'!" Martha yelled.

"Shhhit!" Blitzo hissed.

"Anywhooo, I have been thinking... You know, I have been... permitting you to access the mortal realm less than... legally for quite some time now, but I do need it back to fulfill my duties. I was thinking, what if we worked out some kind of exchange? Favors for favors?" Stolas sits up, twirling the cord in his hand.

Stolas runs his finger on the edge of the tub. He makes walking motions with his fingers as they begin to glow red. Scene cuts back to Blitzo and running through the woods. A bullet hits a tree and Blitzo ducks behind another one.

"Doesn't that sound..." Stolas suddenly speaks in a seductive voice, "...enticing?" Stolas smirked.

"You gotta stop using your fancy ass rich people talk, okay? I'm trying to concentrate on not getting fucked in my A!" Blitzo yelled as a bullet hit the tree that he was hiding behind.

"Then, let me keep it simple: Once a month, on the full moon, you and Yn return the book to me, followed by a night of..." Stolas' eyes glow red and he lowers himself into the water with a lustful look, "paaassionate fornication~." Stolas leans slightly over the edge, "Aaand you get to keep it all the rest of the time, hmm? Sounds fair, my little Imp?" Stolas smirked.

"Fine! Whatever!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Ohhh, Blitzo! I'm so excited! I cannot wait to feel your slimy **** inside of my **** ...To **** the.." Stolas spoke through the phone. Blitzo cringes and closes his eyes as Stolas rambles on about his lust for Blitzo and Yn.

Blitzo drops his phone as he is pinned to the tree by the butt of Martha's gun. Stolas continues talking on the phone through censored bleeps.

"Gotcha! So, you're a little devil, huh?...Come to drag me and my kin to Hell? Well... NOT TODAY, SATAN!" Martha presses the gun harder into Blitzo, "Gonna send y'all back where ya came from!" Martha smiled evilly.

Moxxie, who struggles to free hinself from the rope, his hands tied behind his back. He looks up and gasps as he sees fires being lit from outside. A hangman's noose hangs from the wall

"Millie!" Moxxie seemed worried as he looked down. Both kids stare at Moxxie with wide evil grins. Moxxie grunts and struggles again. He notices the girl pull out a sharp knife.

Suddenly Yn bursts through the roof and crashes onto the floor, she looks up at the kids with completely black eyes, her mouth has widened into a disturbing smile with sharp teeth.

The kids try to attack Yn but she grabs the boy and breaks his arm. The boy screams in pain and the girl charges at Yn who grabs her throat and she starts to slowly squeeze.

"Yn, stop!" Moxxie shouted.

"What? Why should I? These little brats tried to hurt you!" Yn argued back, she really wanted to kill these brats.

"Please." He gives Yn puppy dog eyes, Yn sighs and throws the girl into a corner.

She walks over to Moxxie her face returning to normal and frees him. A silhouette of Yn and Moxxie appears as they break through the window, Moxxie holding her gun. A "Live, Laugh, Love," sign hangs from inside the room. He and Yn races outside through the forest, where red symbols hang from tree branches. There are torches in rows and tents. A full moon appears in the sky.

The camera pans down to reveal Millie and Blitzo tied to a stake decorated with spikes at the top. Ralphie laughs as he pours gasoline on the ground under their feet. Nearby, a grinning Martha holds a torch in her left hand.

"Lovely had that fucking shot...God dammit, Moxxie!" Blitzo sighed.

Martha wears skull earrings, jeans and a low-cut shirt with polka dots. Her eyes are red and her hair is thick and blonde.

"Satan! We return your FILTHY creatures back to the pits of Hell!" Martha raises her torch as Blitzo and Millie struggle to free themselves, "May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy WORK!" Martha grunts as she tosses the torch to the ground, where it lands under Blitzo and Millie.

Evil laughter follows. The flames rise up around Blitzo and Millie, but they remain unharmed.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't really hurt us, but, I mean, I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard..." Blitzo smirked and chuckled.

Martha stares confused, "Oh. Shit." Martha rolls her eyes, "Well... I'll just shoot you in your smart-ass mouth!" She grins and pulls out her rifle.

"That would be more effective..." Blitzo stated.

"Blitz!" Millie seemed shocked.

Martha laughs evilly again as she aims her rifle at the imps. Both imps close their eyes and flinch. Martha then yelps as a gunshot is heard. Martha's eye flies from her socket and she collapses to the ground. Moxxie is shown holding his gun while Yn stands next to him.

"Moxxie! Sweetheart!" Millie smiled happily.

Yn and Moxxie runs over, Yn kicking Martha's body to the side and untie the rope, freeing Blitzo and Millie.

"You're not gettin' your goddamn paycheck for this one, Mox!" Blitzo falls down but Yn grabs and holds him in her arms. Moxxie and Millie smile at each other and embrace.

They both move their heads. Ralph trips backwards on Martha's body before fleeing the scene. Blitzo smiles at Yn.

"Should we make out?" Yn sighs and drops Blitzo onto the ground.

"Oh, yeah, thanks! I'm fine!" Blitzo sarcastically says.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise" Blitzo pulls Moxxie into a hug.

"Apology accepted..." Blitzo then speaks in a low voice, "But, if you ever pull a stunt like this agaaaaain..affecting lovely, causing her harm.. I will fuck you while Yn fucks your wife..." Blitzo lets go as Moxxie looks fearfully.

Millie raises her arms in a cheer.

"Alrighty! Job well done! Now let's get off..." Blitzo pulls a gray and black horse toy from his chest.

"Finally, I'm just done with this family." Yn said. Blitzo puts it back and retrieves his cell phone.

"Ehhhh, yeah. Give me a moment. I need to get something I left at the house." Moxxie smiled softly.

"Okay, fine. But, hurry up.." Blitzo speaks loudly into the phone, "Loonaaaa! We're ready to come home, dear!" Blitzo smiled, as Millie talked to Yn.

Moxxie starts running through the woods with a determined look on his face. "***** use while you and I and Yn are ***** jelly sandwiches all night.." Stolas has continued to race over the phone about his plans for Blitzo and Yn.

The two kids were being lifted into their father's arms in the corner of the house. Moxxie points his rifle at them. The girl and boy look scared and the girl has a teddy bear with her.

"Don't move!" Moxxie demanded.

Ralphie chuckles, "What are you gonna do little guy? Kill us?" He smirked.

"I should! You people are monsters! But... you should have a chance at a life and a purpose. Look at your children. They have their whole future ahead of them! You are going to face your crimes justly!" Moxxie picks up the remote, "I will call your earthly authorities, and they will make sure you are dealt with fairly. I'm handling this... my way.." Moxxie presses a button and the television turns on.

Moxxie looks surprised and glances behind him, "Oh, shit." Moxxie glances at the TV remote, the buttons looking like eyes and a face, "Uh... do you, uh... Do you have a phone to summon 911?" He asked. Ralphie motions his thumb behind him, "Yeah, it's in the kitchen..." He stated.

"Then... what is this for?" Moxxie questioned.

"It's a universal remote. Got it for the kids!" Ralphie hugs them as Moxxie smiles, eyes shining.

"Awwwww..." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

The scene switches to Moxie arriving at the portal with Blitzo and Moxxie at night.

"There he is!" Blitzo slung his arm around Yn, "Have a good wank-off session, Moxxie?" He smirked.

"Excuse me?" Moxxie blinked, confused.

"Look, I don't care where you cum in the living world. Just come to your job on time, alright?" Blitzo pokes Moxxie several times for emphasis, "See you at the office!" Blitzo goes through the portal and drags Yn with him.

Millie places her hand on Moxxie's cheek, "Y'ou doing okay, sweetie?" Millie asked.

"Better now, honey. I think I just needed a minute to process." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

Millie touches Moxxie's chest, "You have a goooood heart, honey.." Millie smiled.

Millie playfully pinches Moxxie's nose, "Just a fuzzy head!" Millie kisses Moxxie and Moxxie smiles lovingly.

Millie walks through the portal. Moxxie turns around and notices two police cars and a helicopter outside the house.

"'We got em', boys!" A loudspeaker voiced.

A helicopter fires a missile through the roof and the house explodes in a massive inferno. Something hits Moxxie in the head. He looks down to see what is left of the teddy bear head. He looks stunned as Blitzo grabs his neck and pulls him through the portal.

The final scene cuts to Mayberry and the imps celebrating their victory. A white banner reads 'killed the bitch' in red letters. Loona and Mrs. Mayberry are holding pieces of cake on their plates. 'We did it! :' is written on the cake in light blue icing. Blitzo has his arm in a sling.

Everyone is wearing party hats. Everyone laughs and cheers except Moxxie, who sits with a distressed look on his face.

"Ahhh, did you see my little Mox-Mox?!" Millie smiled excitedly.

"Yaaay!" Mrs. Mayberry cheered.

"Ohhhh, yeah!" Blitzo smirked.

"Yay." Yn smiled softly and cheered.

Millie hugged Moxxie, "We did it! Oh, Moxxie!" She cheered.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished! And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up..." Blitzo cuddled Yn close.

Millie rubs Moxxie's head, "And killin' people isn't that big of a deal if they try to kill you back!" Millie smiled sweetly.

"That's messed up. But, I paid for it!" Mrs.

Mayberry laughed.

Everyone except Moxxie and Yn laughed. Blitzo raises a fist.

"Yeah, fuck that family!" Blitzo laughed as he held Yn close, "Right, Lovely?" He smirked.

"Mhm.." Yn nodded as she leaned on Blitzo's chest and finally went to sleep. Mrs. Mayberry keeps eyeing Yn looking her up and down with a hidden blush.

Time Skip-

It's late and everyone went home for the day, Blitzo is seen laying down next to Yn who is sleeping peacefully. He raps on arm around her waist with his tail rap itself on her thigh holding her close, Blitzo smiled softly, laid his head on Yn's, 'I promise...I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe.. Lovely' Blitzo smiled lovingly.

Previous Page: Ch. 2: Immediate Murder Professionals

Next Page: Ch. 4: Overtune

Beginning: Front Cover

[canine-teethed-sheets]

5 with kerror,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

-one and only

KERROR MY BELOVED SOBS

[ you're doing great. / ship: kerror ]

[ Mr_StabbingTon : hey you up for training again? ] [ read.]

[ string-a-ling-ding : yeah, i guess i think so ] [ read. ]

[ Mr_StabbingTon : same place same time? ] [ read. ]

[ string-a-ling-ding : yea ] [ read. ]

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" alright, remember the sequence? can you repeat it to me? " Killer prompted him.

" start with a finger, and then slowly another. and then... uhm, something... p- palm? " Error stuttered, sweat beading beside his temple.

The other softly sighs and reminded him that it would be the whole finger and then the palm. Error nodded swiftly at his mistake. Killer spreads both of his hands out and started counting.

" alright. 1... " Error slowly placed his middle finger onto the other's palm.

" good, good. 2... " Hesitantly, he placed his index and ring finger a little too roughly. He shivered. " gently now. soft like a feather. " Killer reassured him, earning a nod.

" now here's the part. ready? " Another nod.

" deep breaths. 3... " His thumb and pinkie trembling lightly before he slowly rests them on the patiently waiting palm.

" amazing, absolutely spectacular my yarn, " Error blushed at the pet name, his free hand moving his scarf upwards to hide his face. Killer could only chuckle.

Within a moment of surprise, he felt his hand getting held. He gasped, looking down and realized that he has his hand fully clasping his other. Knowing better to not burst out, he hovered his other hand over to Error's and patted slowly with just a finger.

" you're doing great, jellyfish. you did it, " Killer cooed, making Error let out a breathless laugh.

[raisindave]

[Chapter 61] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

What would your father think if he saw you right now? Putting a wickedly sharp knife in the hands of a man you've just knowingly turned your back to. He's specifically trained in pinpointing the most efficient way to sever your life from your body. A man you've known for a year, tops. Whose background strongly suggests that he should be an emotional wreck and has already established himself as a fanatic for the macabre. Hell, he just technically admitted to bludgeoning a man within an inch of his life with his bare hands just minutes ago. Worst of all, nobody's even seen his face, so filing a police report about your murderer is off the table if some civilian happened to walk by. So why does the heat from his chest along your spine taste so sweet? 

"Aren't you worried I'll cut you?" The warm air from his whispering breath on your earlobe made goosebumps run down your arms. 

"I don't know, are you getting sloppy ?" You chime sweetly. "I thought you SAS folks were better than that."

He slammed the blade down flat between your pinky and ring finger; the flash of cool air from the movement made you shiver. The knife buried an inch deep in the picnic table, splintering thickly painted wood as his free hand on your lower stomach dragged you closer to his torso. He must have been intrigued by your challenge. It startled you and softened you in equal measure, suddenly accurately aware of a swell of body heat radiating through you. The act saps the breath from you, how close it was to the webbing between your knuckles, a show of force. A familiar pace in his breathing captured your fascination, especially as he reaffirmed control of the knife by slipping the blade free from where he'd buried it in the wood.

Each tap of the dagger made your heart thunder, but digging fingertips and a flat palm on your lower abdomen was the scourge of your creeping apprehension. Parylization ceased, and your free hand slid down his arm, across his knuckles, even when the present setting commanded your attention with every slice. The thought of this being a somewhat innocent game of chicken with your comrade quickly spiralled into something darker. He dared to go faster, even with your skyrocketing anxiety. Yet, it made you crazy. Your head fell back against his shoulder, feeling the humid night air breathe across your damp neck. Sentences in their infancy crept across your lips, falling short of formation, betrayed by the hypnotic spectacle. He was finding feverish excitement in this game he was playing with your body as the field, and you were no more than a spectator. Not that it made it any less entertaining. 

Tch.

The blade was all you could focus on, except for the split second between when it snapped back to the surface. 

Tch.

A bead of sweat slid down the column of your throat. 

Tch.

Your free hand shot to grip his fair hair from over your shoulder with white knuckles. 

Tch. 

He started a rhythmic rocking of his hips against you that made saliva pool over your tongue. 

Tch.

What if someone walks by?

Tch.

Is it wise to grind against his searing body heat and redirect more blood flow to the hardness pressing against your tailbone?

Tch. 

The thrill, the fear, the risk, makes you crazy. Makes you both crazy. Drunk on a frenzy of anticipation of pain, a blood-curdling scream for both of your attention that you were both equally forced to obey. Hazy streetlights above grew hazier from the view of half-lidded eyes. Especially when the scratchy fabric of his mask slipped across the bridge between your shoulder and neck. This really is a testament to the extent of his superb control over every muscle in his body, especially when it comes to those knife skills. This would've made for excellent recruitment propaganda for the SAS if it weren't for his free hand sliding over your breast, crushing soft flesh. Laboured breaths on your shoulder and a drawing at the hem of your dress pushed you beyond your breaking point, only held back by the prospect of that pocketknife slicing your flesh from the bone in a split second.

For only a moment, the game ceased. Just long enough to let him manhandle your hips, lifting you properly onto his lap. The hardness of his member under your bare core ripped a sigh from your throat, forcing you to try to recall where you'd lost your underwear. Just as you were able to get a grip on your position, he gripped both of your wrists, commanding you to spread your fingers on the dewy wood with a pointed finger. You did so, bade by his harshness. And you'd be wise to keep them in that position he demanded from you, because he'd slipped the silvery weapon back between his fingers, posturing to resume this sick game once again. Now toying with all ten of your fingers, methodically working around you with masterful precision. The intensity was enough to wring a whine from your chest, paralyzed by anxiety, save for your rocking into his lap. 

That pesky unused hand made its way along your wetted entrance, audibly snickering in your ear at the revelation. Being subtle was no longer in his repertoire, toiling in this sick display of authority with clearly evident excitement. Not a word from either of you. Just breathy silence and the occasional whimper when he continued to drive his fingers into you while your eyes followed that glinting dagger. Unholy heat crept through you, drained when his digits briefly slid from within you, only to be swiftly and cruelly readministered. It's enough to make you crazed, and he clearly found some sick pleasure in your paralyzed state, taking advantage of your lapse of control. Even the sound of his work on your body made you shiver and sob, electrified by his dexterity.

Something inside of him must've made it known that you were close to coming undone around his fingers, and he cut his slippery intrusion short in an instant. A flash of movement made little sense in your hazy mind, but he'd picked you up, stepping free of the bench and walked you over to the end of the table. The smell of damp wood filled your senses, and your cheek pressed into the cool surface. Effectively crushed down into the soaked tabletop with a palm at the base of your neck, the pads of your feet fought for traction against the misted grass below. After a brief fumbling of fabric and a struck zipper, he slid himself into your dripping depths with never-before-seen ease. Strangled cries tumbled over your tongue, and his groans harmonized with your meweling. The sideways view of a seaside city park, hiding in plain sight– without the hiding. This is so dangerous, so indiscreet, so inappropriate, so fucked. But the sinful sound of his thrusts striking slick flesh made all concern dissipate. Once again, his hand wrangled your wrists together, planting your palms back into the table, hazily but greedily obeying every radiating atom in his body. 

"Relax your hips a bit," the words sounded like a song in your ears. 

A slice through the air broke your concentration on his command, if you had any to begin with, dragging your chin along the tabletop to see the knife buried in a space between your pinned fingers. Pumping pressure rocked you dangerously close to connecting the bridge between your fingers with the razor-sharp blade, fighting terror and pleasure in an unholy cocktail. You obeyed his bidding to the best of your ability, even if it was nearly impossible with charged muscles. Who cares if someone sees you, they should be lucky to bear witness to this sinful coupling. The world has never felt so small, so simple as it does right now. Just the present, just this table, just his cock churning your insides and his knife between your fingers. It's enough to walk you to the edge of your climax, chased by an oncoming wave of creeping heat that breathes through your body. 

"That's it," his smooth, gravelly accent made those two words force a chill run down your spine, helplessly obeying him with bated breath. 

You came undone around his cock, nearly screaming at the unparalleled pleasure that tore through your system. He took his time to wring every tremor from you with an unforgiving pace, grunting ill-mannered expletives into your ear as he pressed what must be his entire body weight against you. That punishing pace of his faltered, pouring his seed into you with reckless abandon, groaning heartily into the open night air. You didn't even notice his fingertips crushing against the soft flesh around your hips until their grip was softening, slowing to a tedious rocking in and out of your core. Your hands were free nearly the whole time, but the gripping tension in your body compelled you to obey him beyond the need for orders. 

He slipped himself from within you, and a flash of white sleeves in the corner of your vision signified his release of the grip on your body, collecting his knife from above you. A sobering click of his blade folding shut lifted your attention to the present, snapping you into reality with the sudden absence of his body heat. Warm essence streamed down your thigh, and you fought for the strength to lift your chest from the picnic table, but you did. Unexpectedly, he flicked the bunched skirt of your dress back down over your rump, eliciting a snicker from him. With some strain, the pads of your feet fully reconnected with solid ground, taking some time to gather your senses again. Not far away were your stilettos, rendered slippery and unsteady by idle mist whenever, or however, you'd discarded them.

"By now, most people would've asked about my mask," he struck up an unusually casual conversation, calm and collected as ever, hearing a clinking belt from over your shoulder. 

"That's a predictable question. Predictable is boring," you chided absentmindedly, your thoughts still foggy and raw. 

"You seem interested enough."

"What, are you scared I'll lose interest if I see your ugly mug?" 

"That's not a concern," he mused when your eyes met once you rose to face him.

"Quite an arrogant one, aren't you," you griped, hopping into a faster pace to catch up to his sudden leave. 

"It's not arrogance if it's justified."

"Says the man who's hiding behind a piece of cloth."

It's a good thing the truck wasn't parked too far away because your weakened knees had yet to fully regain strength. Even prying open the heavy passenger door proved challenging, with lazy muscles hesitantly following your direction. But stepping into actual shelter will be gleefully welcome after spending so long out in the biting early morning air. Be it a subtropical region or not, the nights were chilly, especially with bare shoulders and a thin sheet of tulle separating you from the elements.

"Well, have the others seen your face?" The words squeaked from your throat from the strain of lifting yourself into the seat. 

"Pretty predictable question, wouldn't you say?" he chirped in that low, casual articulation with contrastingly impish eyes. 

"Fuck off then."

Laughter cut over the sound of a rumbling start of the ignition, flooding the terrain in illumination. No longer in near pitch darkness, the trail leading up to that quaint park is nothing short of picturesque, looking more like a default wallpaper on some expensive laptop. Even as you drove away, your head swivelled to catch a departing view of that seaside terrace. 

"Price, Soap, and Gaz have, Laswell hasn't," he affirmed calmly, reigniting the conversation. 

"Why did they get to see?"

"It was strategically important at the time."

"And Laswell not seeing it was strategic?"

"She wasn't there."

"Will you ever show the rest of us your face then?"

"If it's strategically important."

"What if I told you I've already seen under your mask?" 

"Oh yeah?" He challenged hoarsely, intrigue igniting in his gaze on the illuminated road. 

"Yeah, I peeked in your window when you were sleeping. S' nothing special," you shrugged with brazen certainty.

He huffed a laugh with knowing arrogance at your bluff. Reading right through you before the sentence is even fully formed. Even without taking his eyes from the road, it was like he was looking right through you, probably weighing your soul with a smirk under that dumb mask. Cheekily lying to people used to come so easily to you, are you losing your touch? 

"I sleep with my mask on."

It's hard to say if he's joking. He probably is, but an odd part of you sowed doubt in your conviction. He seems the type. A familiar silhouette of that boxy barracks and landing strip came into view after being temporarily obscured by dark foliage. Returning there no longer filled you with dread, only the thought of returning to bed and getting at least some sleep before wake-up-call. At least he was kind enough to take you to the back entrance of the compound rather than the front, avoiding a lengthy walk of shame. Tires slowed to a halt on crunchy gravel just under the light of a flickering wall lamp, a metal fire escape door that'd been left ajar by some lazy recruit. 

"Where are my panties?" You pressed, writhing in your seat to find where they'd wound up.

"Confiscated."

"I didn't permit you to loot them, you dog."

"'Call it a brag rag," he grumbled playfully, sliding his hands down the side of the wheel to rest on his lap.

"You already have enough of those," you snark coldly, fighting a bubbling giggle to retain a glimmer of composure.

He scoffed, and you swung your legs from the car seat, planting wobbly stilettos on uneven gravel. The thought of a sheepish but satisfied skip back after curfew made a cheeky grin pull at your cheeks. Everyone else is asleep, and you'll soundlessly tiptoe down echoing hallways, slipping past your dormitory door and taking great care to prevent it from creaking. Whatever excuse Ghost will have to conjure for your abandonment of your post better be good, because poor Price's heart might just give out if he knew what you were really up to.

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This entire Knife Game sequence was inspired by this one 1-second clip of Ghost in the background of a random MW3 trailer. (Also lol I just noticed Gaz over his shoulder)

Master List

[meatsukawa]

matsuhana_23prompts: jewellery

It was around the third semester of the second year of high school, when Takahiro really got into making jewellery. Just something brought back from childhood, the fond memories of beading trinkets with his older sister. One day he was looking for some plasticine or whatever to art and craft around with in his not particularly tidy room and instead he found a handful of handmade little pink rings of the past, more fitting for pinkies than ring fingers at this point. So why not this, he decided. That occurred during the winter break. He sat down with a couple of beads, a string, and a dream in january, and by the time march came by, he gathered a bunch of different supplies and mastery to create the more and more masterful jewellery.

And that is how he ended up with his biggest project so far, to make an appropriately brilliant bracelet to one brilliant Matsukawa Issei, whose birthday was coming up approximately on that very exact thursday. It happened during lunch break, they were at their secret spot on the roof, sitting face to face, Issei with legs crossed, Takahiro with knees to chest. Takahiro instructed Issei to place his hand on Takahiro's knee and to stay still. The project has been going on mostly in silence, when Issei eventually spoke up. Which was always an event."Do I really need to keep up my hand like this?" He asked a bit shyly, not unusual from his nature. But after this two years of getting steadily closer to and comfortable with each other, it wasn't exactly the sound Takahiro would've preferred to hear. So he had to try and be very nice.

"Yes, yes," He gave the reassuring answer as gently as he could, which was admittedly not his usual nature, and carefully put a small, shiny fishbone-shaped bead on the string. "It's extremely crucial. So it all stays nice and steady while I'm working."

"I mean..." Issei tried again. "You can do it without my hand too, can't you."

Takahiro hummed. "How will I know the exact size it needs to be then? We're almost done."

"I think you just made that up," Issei said, bravely this time. "You said you're planning to sell some. Then you can't do it this way with every person."

Takahiro looked at him, nonexistent eyebrows raised.

"I really hope at least," Issei added, to which Takahiro nodded. He looked back to the project again. He chose a deep green bead over a blue one.

"It just needs to be perfect," He said a moment later a bit faintly, catching himself of watching Issei's hand more than the bracelet itself. He realized a long time ago, how pretty Issei's hands are. And a shiny bracelet around his wrist just made it even more obvious. Then Issei, a mind reader apparently, gave him just another great question.

"And why a bracelet, anyway?"

Takahiro took an exasperated breath. "You're asking so many questions today!" He only had to attach the clasp to the end. And it was done. He held up Issei's hand with both of his hands a bit, so they both could see the fruit of his labour closely.

"I see," Issei smiled. "Thank you. It's seriously pretty."

You're seriously pretty, Takahiro wanted to say, but he didn't. He looked back and forth between Issei's hand and his suspiciously widening grin.

"Anyway," He said, with one hand clasping over Issei's, and the other thoughtfully tracing Issei's wrist around the bracelet with his fingers. "Yeah, I'll try selling some. My sister's suggestion, actually, when I told her I got into this for real this time. She also thinks they're kinda cute."

"Uh huh."

"Not in the school, obviously, no one really has style around here anyway. I was thinking about setting up an online shop."

"Of course."

But Issei apparently still couldn't stop smiling.

"What now?" Takahiro asked, suddenly alarmed.

"Hiro. You're still holding my hand."

bluesky

[lunarscaled]

The crow that perched itself on one of Lyric's horns was young, but it seemed to have already taken a liking to them. To prove this, it attempted to drop a small, golden ring into their hand whether or not they were prepared for it. Gift, please take. If Mammon liked them, then so do they.

-> Their horns had a dulled sense of feeling in them: the cores had blood and vessels close to the base, and by extension of them being attached to their skull they could feel weight and force and sometimes more extreme feelings of heat or cold. But normally, they didn't feel anything serious---even if they did, Lyric's awareness of their surroundings was sharp, and it would be hard for something to escape their perception long enough to do serious injury to their horns. The little crow is no exception, and if they hadn't been holding a particularly large tome in both hands they may have instinctively reached up to shoo it away, thinking it has mistaken them for a statue or a strange tree or something of the like. They can't see it at this angle until it hops closer, leans its long neck down over their forehead and looks them in the eye, little red beads of thought that Lyric only barely recognizes after some contemplation. Right. Mammon kept crows, didn't he? They had offered him some particularly insightful human textbooks on corvid care, since Lyric favored them more than other types of birds, even if he didn't really need them. This one has hardly fledged and gained all its adult feathers. They can tell by the little gaps of down clinging to where it has molted, especially around the back of its head and ruff.

"What are you doing about, little one? I don't keep bread in my pockets."

-> They don't notice the ring clutched in its beak until it opens and closes around it in a quick motion, the sound of metal against keratin. Hmm? Lyric holds their palm up just in time to catch it as it tumbles from its mouth, a thin plain accessory barely large enough for... maybe their pinkie, they think. If they were to wear it. They hold it between thumb and forefinger in case the crow was merely pridefully displaying their looting, but it hops back up to their horn and seems to be comfy on the perch.

"A gift for me, then? How kind of you."

-> Lyric has the afterthought that this may be something that belongs to Mammon and it has been stolen from him in an act of affection for them by one of his birds, so they wiggle it onto their finger for safekeeping, in case he comes looking and bemoaning. Their hand gently reaches up to scratch at the bird's head, rolling some waxy pin feather caps between the pads of their fingers to loosen up the freshly grown feathers there.

"Don't stay away from home too long, though. You wouldn't want to get lost giving gifts."

[romiantic]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓

HEAT, headcannons of fashion-designer!mitsuya + model!toman boys

→ INCLUDING mitsuya, mikey, draken, hakkai, chifuyu

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff :) + no warnings

→ A/N: every character is timeskip !

FASHION-DESIGNER!MITSUYA whose fingers are to the point of being calloused and used up. Then again, it’s take long hours of time and dedication to create many many pieces for his first fashion show. Fingers are shriveled and beads of sweat has his lilac and black strands sticking to his forehead

FASHION-DESIGNER!MITSUYA who fought long and hard on having his friends model in his show. It really wouldn’t be a show without his toman friends since they were the ones supporting his career

FASHION-DESIGNER!MITSUYA that desires to sleep more than ever but can’t since excitement and anticipation is building inside him for his first fashion show. Not only, but nervousness is also adding in for how his toman friends would do in his first show

MODEL!MIKEY has made his debut on the runway, striking a smile so soft yet moving. He poses out the multi shaded blue jeans and a tight crop top that Mitsuya made him wear. A small golden necklace of the toman symbol sits well on around his neck. He sways his hips left to right and gives the audience a kiddish smile — a wave as well

MODEL!DRAKEN, a hunk of a man who has the girls leaning far into their chairs. His exposed chest and thighs pop as he models the swimsuits Mitsuya has planned for him. Knowing how much girls love the charming Draken, swimsuits would be more than perfect to model for his show. As DRAKEN hits his stop, he slightly turns and shoots the girls a charming smile, a smile so beautiful that has them melting

MODEL!HAKKAI, the pretty boy model that everyone has been hearing and seeing. He sashays onto the runway and models out a designed bloody red suit with a chain hooked onto the belt loop. Red flame glasses to match the suit and a small silver ring to add on. He smiles to the crowd as he poses to point out each and every intricate detail of Mitsuya’s clothing. As he turns to walk away, he slightly turns his head to make the cameras shine on his 10 karat nose ring stud

MODEL!CHIFUYU, the other pretty boy that many have been waiting to see. Not as well known as Hakkai but after this show, he just might be. The black-hair, green-eyed boy makes his way on the runway, walking in a suit that seems so…rich. The jacket of the suit drapes across his arm and he wears a serious, ceo look on his face. A grey suit he wears, it seems so simple but the way he accessorize it makes you think that the outfit is more than “simple”. A silver ring on his pinky finger, silver stud on his nose, his usual gold earrings, and a gold necklace hanging from his chest pocket. The necklace dangles quietly as walks, he ends with a small smirk and shoots a wink at the audience

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[littlefreya]

Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.  

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira​ . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

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Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out. 

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single. 

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind. 

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown. 

“I see you took off your costume for the evening." 

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset. 

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased. 

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.” 

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.” 

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now… 

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home. 

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with. 

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous. 

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.” 

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth. 

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used. 

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness. 

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing. 

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him. 

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”  

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away. 

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles. 

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head. 

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.” 

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street. 

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment. 

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.  

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie. 

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping. 

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite. 

Tagging: @the-soot-sprite​ @henrythickcavill​ because they asked to be tagged in these. <3 

[rataslesbianas]

this was SO fun and a great exercise but also i think it drained a few years off my lifespan

[ID: Six drawings of different hands, with different color backgrounds. There is text next to each indicating the person's pronouns.

The hand with a red background (any, it/its) is clenched in a fist. They have slightly tan skin and wounded knuckles, and a few small scars. It's nails (the one that is visible) are painted black, and it has a few beauty spots.

The hand in an orange background (they/them, cra/yon, peach/peaches, li/lil, honk/honks) is making a peace sign. Cra has pale skin and a lot of freckles, and yons hand is stained with colorful paint. The two nails that are visible are painted, one orange with stripes and one blue with a heart. Li is wearing various bracelets, some of beads and some of string.

The hand in the yellow background (they/them, she/her, it/its, ae/aer) is doing a rock and roll sign. She has light skin and freckles. They have small scars all around, as well as calluses at the tip of their fingers. Ae has two yellow bandaids, with decorative patterns, in aer wrist and aer pinky finger. It's wearing a white ring on its middle finger, and a green string bracelet.

The hand with a green background (he/him, they/them) is extended and palm up. They have tan-dark skin. He has pen stains on the sides of his index and thumb, and very light calluses at the tip of his fingers. They're wearing a yellow string bracelet.

The hand with a blue background (he/him, xe/xem, ze/zir, star/stars) is resting up. Xe has tan skin, covered in a lot of small scars, and a plain bandaid on xes wrist. His nails are painted black, and he's wearing various bracelets and rings, some of which are silver.

The hand with a purple background (she/her) is resting, half way closing it. She has dark skin, and her nails are painted lavander. She's wearing a turquoise bracelet and a purple bracelet. End ID]

[bliss-bud]

some assorted omori hc’s from brainrot station

HELLO OMORI FANDOM take this random list of hcs I made up in my head?? cause im sad and the omori gang own my heart

thinking of them is free therapy (to recover from the ending of this godforsaken game-)

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Sunny watches those japanese/korean asmr baking videos to calm down when he’s stressed

Aubrey has a secret love for cheesy shojou manga (and Sunny has a not so secret love for anime and manga in general)

Sunny has a secret obsession for pink heroines in anime...

Hero is the one who gave him the idea to pick up digital art (and he’s amazing at it)

Sunny can sing and uses it to work on his confidence!! (just think ‘I Hear A Symphony’ in his voice...)

Basil enjoys things like rug making, embroidery and resin art

+ he ends up making resin gifts for all of his friends using some petals from his garden

he makes Hero a keychain for his new keys w rose petals and some small lily of the valleys, makes Aubrey a classic ring paired with a necklace chain with a single gladiolus wrapped around the inside of the ring, makes Kel a string bracelet with a small little bubble with a single cactus flower in it, and makes Sunny a resin bookmark with a tulip and small sunflower petals around it

Basil and Sunny have matching pink/blue beaded rings made of string that they wear on their pinky fingers (is this a ship hc? you decide! its def a platonic red string of fate thing for me)

Sunny has asked Aubrey to both pierce his ears and dye his hair for him (he chooses a platinum blonde split dye)

Basil also pierces his ears but Polly takes him to do it professionally (she’s terrified of infections)

Hero takes up a part time job as a baker at a small cafe on the weekends (after some SERIOUS consideration of course)

I think he could go through a reconsideration of career choice

Kel makes it a habit of calling Sunny stupid names like ‘lil buddy bro’ that he comes up with on the spot (brother dynamic between Sunny, Kel and Hero... yeah)

Sunny takes Kel to an asian supermarket to introduce Kel to asian snacks one day and its the only kind of snack he’s eaten SINCE

his collection continues to grow to this day

he’s also obsessed with yakult (and Hero’s glad he’s putting something good in his mouth for once)

Kel is the kinda guy to drink milk with his lunch (love you Kel but no)

Aubrey is a heavy sleeper and mumbles in her sleep sometimes- she’s an absolute beast to wake up

Sunny has frequent sleep paralysis episodes and is so unphased by them that he just makes a sleep paralysis journal instead (I totally dont do this.. no way...)

everyones worried for him but at least he’s expressing it creatively...?

Ironically, Basil has a small pollen allergy (which causes him to go bedridden during bad spring days because of how many plants he has in his house)

Sunny’s favorite childhood snack is mamee snack noodles (pls tell me you guys know this one) + he has a small basket filled with asian supermarket snacks at all times

he always has at least one pocky box on him at all times (his favorite is strawberry)

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some of these were banked and others I came up with on the spot but! I hope at least someone like this. I hope you enjoy thinking about these guys as much as i do!!