#what´s in that giftbox...

[numbuh-72]

"Engagement Ring" - "I Left Treasures..." Scenario Response 3

(This response goes to @bluepastels29)

It took a lot out of Skye to leave her room and go to Gianna's house. Eversince she witnessed Gianna's death, Skye was completely devastated...To think she would lose her girlfriend....The night to her day.

Once she arrived to Gianna's house, Skye made her way to the backyard, and Rosella goes up to Skye, handing her a small gift with a letter.

"Gianna reserved this little present to you sweetie..."

Skye takes the present and letter...she decides to open the present. Once she opened the present...her heart sank and tears welled up from her eyes, falling down on her face.

Inside the small giftbox...was a special ring.

Hesitantly, Skye soon opens the letter and reads out Gianna's message.

"Skye,

My sunshine, my day, my everything. I never thought that Alice would take me away from you like this...I'm so sorry...I cannot fathom the thought that I left behind a beautiful girl that I wanted a future with..

So...as my present to you, this is a special Engagement Ring I got specially made for my lovely. I wanted to ask your hand in marriage when we were adults...and give you this ring when the day came. You made my world when you came into my life after what happened with Bryson. I could have never been more happier in my life than with you on my side.

One thing I wish from my sunshine is to please don't be sad forever. I want my sunshine to smile and shine bright like she always did when I was around. Whenever Hoagie give you love and attention, know that I'm there too giving you the same thing. May my warmth under the blankets every night be me embracing you and cuddling you like we always did every night.

I love you my Sunshine. Thank you for everything you gave me." - Gianna <3 <3 <3

Skye shakily breathes while tears fell onto the letter. She soon falls to her knees, crying while holding close to her chest, the ring. Rosella and Salvador both come up to Skye, hugging the girl, trying to give her comfort.

"Gianna was truly happy with you, honey..." Rosella reassured her.

"You made our daughter very happy when you showed up into her life..."

Skye looks up at the parents.

"You really did, Skye...We even wanted to give you our blessing if that day ever came.." Salvador added onto the conversation.

Skye soon looks back down at the ring, tears fell onto the ring.

"...But that day will never come now....S-she was my everything..." Skye quietly responded.

"...I know hun..." Rosella replied, rubbing Skye's back gently.

After some more time together, Skye soon returned to the treehouse and went straight to her room, but before she could go in, Hoagie stops her.

"...Hey Sky Queen, how did it go?" Hoagie asks.

Skye could only give a saddened expression, tears forming again and hugs Hoagie tightly. Hoagie hugs back, sighing softly and rubbing her back.

"I guess...you got what you needed...um...d-do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

Skye nods once at Hoagie and she opens the door for him. Both go inside the room and got into a bed to cuddle together for the night. The last thing Hoagie saw before kissing Skye on the head and letting her sleep, was the ring Gianna has given her before falling asleep as well.

[iseethatimicy]

Hello, I saw your requests open and I wanted ask,, Could I have some hcs where Cater, Trey, Leona and Azul (separately) sees their s/o getting a keychain to match with them?

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Cater, Trey, Leona and Azul seeing their S/O getting a keychain to match with them!

Note: Eep, I think this prompt is really cute! <3 I chose not to write Leona's part because it was very wonky and I didn't know how to write him so sorry about that :< Characters: Cater, Trey, and Azul Genre: Fluff

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It was just a peaceful day, scrolling through your phone as usual. Something peculiar catches your eye, an advertisement for keychains. You do have some money left over and you choose to buy a...

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

You chose to buy an Octopus Keychain. It was a small, purple octopus with black orbs for eyes that hung by a thin lavender string. The Octopus keychain represents Wisdom and Benevolence, It had drawn your attention and you couldn't help but buy it, after all it does reminds you of Octavinelle Dorm's Housewarden. It came with another key chain, but this time it's a gold shell that was held on by a gorgeous silver chain. It resembled the necklace the Sea Witch had worn, whoever made the matching keychain set seemed to have put a lot of effort into the charms. When you first approached him with the key chains, he stared at awe at first. When you gave him the Octopus Keychain, He seems surprised at how squishy and jelly-like the octopus key charm is, but it's a pleasant surprise - it's actually quite cute and fun to play with. He adores the fun smile on your face as you squeeze the "Azul Jr." key charm, he loves to see your joy, your silly laugh, and your precious smile.

"My Angelfish, How can I repay you back? This is truly a wonderful gift. No? But I insist sweetheart! Please, what do you wish for?"

❥ Cater Diamond

You chose to buy a Diamond Keychain. The diamond keychain catches your attention immediately and you can't help but buy it. You're not sure why you're drawn to it, but it reminds you of Cater Diamond. The keychain is a carefully crafted crimson jewel shaped like a Diamond Suit. The red diamond that hung from the chain represented beauty, love, and strength. When he first saw it, He fell in love. He had his phone out and had took photos all over, fawning at your pretty red keychain! The charm was even small enough to be the same size as the diamond face paint on his cheek. He thinks it would be cute to get a key charm of your signature symbol, so he could match with his beloved! Next thing you know, your magicam feed is bombarded with 100+ posts about your matching keychains.

"Like my key chain boo? I thought it would be nice to match with you, after all you're too stunning. Now, wanna take a pic for magicam? I bet everyone will fawn over it!"

❥ Trey Clover

You chose to buy a Clover Keychain. It reminds you of your beloved boyfriend, Trey Clover. It was shaped like a three-leaf clover and it had a simple sage green chain that held it. The clover keychain is a symbol of luck and prosperity. He thinks It's cute that you got a keychain with the thought of him in your head. He must say, the charm is small enough to be the same size as his Clubs face paint. He might as well buy a boquuet of Flowers, bake you a bowl of delicious sweets (or a ring) On your doorstep was a pastel green giftbox with a neatly wrapped Honeydew-colored ribbon. When you opened it up, it was a box of your favorite treat.

"Oh sweetheart, Did you really have to spend money on a keychain for me? I think it's cute, Maybe a bundle of sweets would be enough to pay back, yes?"

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I do not consent for my work to be plagiarized or copied. If you would like to make a similar idea, please credit @iseethatimicy.

[hitmanexchange]

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

It´s your life

Chapter 6

New home

Setting: Kristanna - Modern AU

Rating for this chapter: M (mentioning of sexual actions, this time at the end…🙃)

Word counting: 2738

Previous chapters (on AO3)

Summary: When Anna had finished unpacking her suitcases, she felt even more at home. She wondered what it would be like to live here for the rest of her life. The thought made her smile, but was she allowed to think that way then?

Another note at the end of chapter…

Again, Anna stood before her suitcases and bags, that waited to get unpacked. She looked around the room. Kristoff must have rearranged his shelf and cupboard in his bedroom, to provide some space for her personal belongings. She liked her new surroundings. The three-room flat was situated right above the neat little carpentry. It was a cosy place.

Kristoff and Sven had got the chance to purchase the whole complex one year ago, when the former owner simply got too old to run the workshop any longer. The old carpenter had been delighted to leave the whole building to the young newcomers and had asked a fair price, that was in the reach to pay off in due time, if their work would flourish soon enough. And with the new project on plan, they would get good chances to make themselves a respectable name in near time. Sven himself lived next to his parents further down the town.

Kristoff and Sven had just met the project manager for the new construction site today to sign the contract for their involvement in this development. She had been so proud of him and was happy for her.

When Anna had finished unpacking her suitcases, she felt even more at home. She wondered what it would be like to live here for the rest of her life. The thought made her smile, but was she allowed to think that way then? She gnawed on her lips and sat down on the bed and let herself fall backwards to stare at the ceiling. Where would she be supposed to go from here? She didn´t want to be in the way or sort of intruder. But when she had called Kristoff right after she had left the family estate, he had not hesitated a second to announce his coming over to pick her up. Apparently, he was happy to have her here. Anna felt a gratefulness that reached deep within her, like a warm bath she could dwell in and relax, letting all anxiety drift away bit by bit.

The box with her study books sat in the corner. Anna sat up and thought for a moment. Yes, she would finish her studies, pass her finals best she could. But there was no reason not to look for a job in the meanwhile, to make her own living. To start her new gained life with some useful tasks.

And when she heard Kristoff rummaging in the kitchen with pans and plates, she decided to give her newfound freedom a good push start.

*****

It had been a troubled moment when Anna had called him right after his lunch break. She had been shaken; Kristoff could tell. But then, had he not expected such a call, and had he not secretly favoured it to be so? Not that he wanted his girlfriend to be devastated, the way she had got kicked out, not at all. But she was here now, with him, and he so hoped Anna would consider this her home, too. But then, compared to her former home… there was not much he had to offer. So, it had touched him deeply that she had just said this to him two hours ago.

“This is all. There´s not much left… I´ve nothing to bring, Kristoff… Nothing to offer that makes me a great catch to be taken home with. Will you still have me?” She had said. If only she would understand how happy he was having her.

He thought of the little gift box that was stored in his living room desk by now. He had carried it around so many times already. If only he could manage to find the right moment to ask her… But then, she surely needed to settle, to get acquainted with her life, that had just turned upside down within a few hours. How could he come her way now and ask her to join his world without her having figured out her own in the first place…

Kristoff had not heard Anna´s approaching and was occupied with the food on the stove, when two slender arms reached around his waist and a small body leaned in against his back. He smiled at this tender touch and patted Anna´s hands on his chest. It felt good, so good, to have her here.

“Have I thanked you already for taking me in?” She nuzzled into his shoulder blades.

Kristoff turned his head sideways and cooed to her, “have I told you how happy I am of having you here?” He shifted slightly to turn down the gas, shoved the pans to the side and turned within her embrace just to pull her close and burry his lips in her hair.

Gosh, I love you! I want to marry you, make you happy, start a family of our own… laugh with you, cry with you, grow old together, keep each other warm during cold nights…

If only he knew the right moment to ask her…

“Are you hungry? Dinner´s ready.”

*****

“Please, Anna, you don´t need to prove anything to me. Why don´t you just concentrate on your final exams for the upcoming weeks and be my guest for the meanwhile?”

“But I don´t want to be some sort of house sitter.” Anna gnawed on her lips, while turning her napkin in her hands. “You are so generous to me; I mean you shifted your things to leave some space to my stuff and on top of all you serve me the best food one could possibly get in this town. I want to contribute!”

Kristoff sighed and reached forward to lay his hand on hers.

“I know you do. But honestly Anna, I mean it. Take your time to look around and whenever you find something suitable, we can figure out how to proceed. I love having you here with me. And I will not hesitate to tell you every day if necessary. Besides, I always thought relationship is about being there for each other.”

Anna couldn´t help but smile at Kristoff with sparkling eyes. His words had stirred something within her. What if I could stay here forever? But yes, she needed to proceed for now, and to be hosted by this wonderful man was the greatest gift she was allowed to accept right now.

“Thank you!” She said simply. “I promise to concentrate on those upcoming weeks. But please let me at least share some chores with you. Imagine me proofing to you of being a capable housekeeper?” She giggled and waved off the thought with rolling eyes.

Kristoff grinned and remarked laughing, “go ahead. My home is your castle.”

Anna thought for a moment and tilted her head with a smirk.

“Suggestion for this first night… You know, I´m off the rag again.”

*****

Kristoff sat at the bedside and bent down to kiss his sweetheart awake. Not that easy a task, for Anna was a good sleeper. He didn´t mind. She was here and it was important that she feel safe and home. So, a good night rest would do her any good.

“Hey beautiful, good morning.” He cooed to her ear.

A mumbling something came from underneath a mess of red hair.

“I must head down for work. Breakfast is still on the table. Will you be alright? If you need anything don´t hesitate to come down, will you? Or give me a call. Yes?”

The mass of red hair moved slightly, and some part of a face came to sight, eyes still closed but the lips forming a “goo-mon… iwill… thx…”

A good hour later, after a shower and some crunchy oatmeal for the start, Anna sat over her books again. There was not lecture in today, so she could make herself a good home study day, which – at the end – turned out to be not very efficient. While she could hear the sawing machine and hammering and screwing activities from downstairs, Anna cherished the realisation of being where she was.

Though, her thoughts would wander off to here and there. Rewinding memory of the encounter with her grandfather popped into her mind. Then, she mused over how and what Elsa might be up to by now. Anna grabbed her mobile and checked her messages. There was nothing from her sister. She hesitated first, but then she sent off a quick note to Elsa, just saying that she was fine and sitting over her books (after all and at least, her study library was spread out before her, so it was no lie).

But most of all Anna could not help remembering Kristoff surprising her with that unforgettable trip to Disneyland. The memory of their partaking in those two parades made her dream off all along. It had been miraculous. It was just then, that she remembered her idea of the photo that must hang out as their reminder. Anna connected her mobile with Kristoff´s printer and looked through the drawers for suitable print paper. Ah, there it was. She reached for the pile of postcard sized photopaper, just to spot a little purple giftbox with a tiny fake sunflower on top, that lay neatly stored right behind the paper pile.

She was always told not to be nosy. Of course, she would not rummage within Kristoff´s belongings. She hastily pushed the drawer close and sat straight to commit herself on printing her pictures. The printer rattled and the photos ended up in the tray. No, she would not peep… But then, she had to put back the left-over photo papers. Okay, close your eyes, pull open the drawer and put back the pile. No. The pile must lay just the way you´ve found it. So then, pull open the drawer, concentrate on the paper pile in the front and then quickly shut that dam drawer!

The rest of the morning, Anna spent crafting a neat little frame for the special picture. She had pulled out a sheet of paper from her study paper and kept crafting and colouring little paper flowers and hearts along the hemline. Then, she glued the photo in the middle, and it was perfect. Around lunchtime she was done, and the lovely memory stuck to the refrigerator (Mickey and Minnie Mouse with Kristoff in the middle).

All the while she had been busy and distracted, concentrating dreamingly on her first contribution to add a little something to her new home. But now? She should go back over her books… What was in that little box?!

It was time for lunch and Kristoff and Sven were waiting. She´d better leave… That box…

*****

“Look, what we´ve got!” Kristoff beckoned Anna closer, when she had come down the stairs. She stepped closer to notice him looking at some piece of paper in his hand, shaking his head smiling. He showed her the content of the received post.

Anna gasped loudly and put a hand to her chest. “Oh my gosh, that´s so neat!” She grabbed at the photograph, that showed them both in costume. They were sitting on the sled and Kristoff had placed his arm around her shoulder, while Anna had put a hand on his knee. They were smiling at each other. It was a zoomed in pic and it was so loveable. A wonderful addition to the Mouse-family!

“Matthias has sent a little note with the picture,” Kristoff continued, “if we were ever looking for a job at Disneyland, we should just give him a call.” He laughed and placed a hand at her shoulder blades.

Anna withdraw her eyes from the wonderful picture and beamed up at him, chirping “good to know! If nothing works, I´d give it a try. Would be lovely to see Honeymaren again, anyway.”

Don´t look to much in his eyes, you will ask… Don´t ask what´s in that box…. Don´t!!!!

Luckily, Sven came in to give her a gentle hug and then they headed for a quick lunch break at the coffee shop around the corner.

Anna was determined to go over her lecture prep for the next day. She must concentrate and focus on her duty… If only she wasn´t so nosy… What if she just peeped a tiny little bit? No! She wouldn´t! For some reason, the little gift was in there. What if it was simply an empty box, waiting for a content? No. She wouldn´t peep… If it was meant to be for her in the first place… The surprise would be worth it! If…

*****

It was her second night in her new home and Anna felt content all over. She was about to get ready for bed and finished her evening routine in the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she thought of the early evening. Kristoff had smiled at her craft work at the refrigerator and mentioned with a grin that her proof of good housekeeping was paying off already. He had earned himself a good playful punch to his upper arm for that. He hadn´t asked where she had got the photo paper from. Maybe he had been too tired from his work to think of the drawer. A thought hit her mind and she nearly dropped the toothbrush. What if he wouldn´t remember the giftbox? What if he had stored it in there ages ago and had forgotten about it? Okay, stop that brooding! And most of all – don´t say anything about it! You´re not nosy! Best you go to sleep right away!

When Anna came into the bedroom, Kristoff sat on the bed, looking at his mobile. He wore his boxer shorts as always and nothing else. He looked so dam good. Anna couldn´t go to sleep right away like that…

“Sven has texted just before,” Kristoff remarked glancing at her, “he invited us over to his place for tomorrow evening. His sister is coming and would love to see us again.”

“Ah, Susan, yes, that be lovely.” Anna exclaimed and shifted herself closer to Kristoff.

He put his mobile on the bedside table and offered her an embrace, which she eagerly responded by snuggling herself even closer.

“Are you alright so far?” Kristoff asked, while running a hand through her hair, and placing his lips to her forehead.

“Thank you yes. I think I will be fine with the final lectures coming up. I´m so glad to be here. It´s like a lucky twist of things, that I can learn without pressure and know I´m appreciated for who I am and not for what I achieve.”

Kristoff sighed and increased his embrace to confirm his appreciation. “I´m glad you´re comfy here. And I hope you can let go of what has been implicated on you. Maybe time will help. Hey, your family loves you, I´m sure. They just can´t get beyond their boundaries. That´s sad enough.”

Anna smiled into his chest and pressed a kiss to this broad ripcage. “Yes, thank you, I know. I have texted Elsa today that I´m fine and she´d replied I should contact her when I feel like it. I guess I will call her soon. After all, she always cared in her way.”

But for now, Anna didn´t feel like any more talking. There was another urge within her to show her affection and appreciation of the man that had been so loving to her all this time and who would sweep her off her feet in his ways! No matter, what was in that box…

So, she continued her tender work, shifting to straddle his lap, kissing his chest and neck all the while. By now Kristoff had placed his hands on her hips and was fiddling to pull up her nightshirt. Anna moved her hips and then freed herself completely from the gown.

They would run tender hands along their bodies, Anna lowered herself to press her lips to his. She circled her hips on his lap, favouring his hardness increasingly pushing up against her sensitive skin. Her hard nipples touched his chest and the soft groan from his throat sent an electrifying shiver down her abdomen. Kristoff embraced his girlfriend gently but firm and turned them both over to the side. Anna helped to pull off his pants and welcomed him eagerly and ready to unite.

And when they loved each other tenderly with Kristoff whispering “I love you” in her ear, Anna felt herself at home just so much more.

*****

Note: This fic is still dedicated to @justfrozenthings; sometimes we´re meant to concentrate on things... but for some reason we get distracted… Wait, where´s my mind gone…? 😊 And, what´s in that giftbox...🤪 => The next (and probably last) chapter should solve the unnerving curiousness 🤗

[cobrakatharsis]

got possessed to write something based on johnny being called chozen’s dog in s5, and my own subsequent comment that chozen should put a collar on him, so here’s chozen doing exactly that

1.2k words, established chozen/johnny/daniel, chozen/johnny focus, implied d/s dynamics, implied n/s/f/w, bottom + sub johnny, mentioned crossdressing/johnny in lingerie

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there’s a giftbox on the bed when johnny gets up there.

he feels a little spoilt knowing that that’s not altogether unusual - there’s fairly often gifts left out for him all over the house from both of his lovers. he’s very familiar with all of the different fancy lingerie and clothing gift boxes that the different brands use - and which brands daniel and chozen each favour thanks to that - but this box is different. it’s smaller and a bit taller than any box that could be holding a lingerie set, unless the set’s all folded up, and johnny wonders for a moment if it might be just panties.

thankfully, chozen enters the bedroom behind him in that same moment, footsteps seemingly intentionally audible so johnny knows he’s there. clearly announcing to johnny that he’s got an audience for this gift’s unveiling.

“hey. ‘m i allowed to open it?” johnny asks teasingly, half-genuinely just in case chozen wants to wait for daniel, but chozen nods graciously to the box.

“of course. for you.”

the box is black and decorated with rich silk ribbon bound into a neat bow at the top, and from it lies a fancy embossed leather gift tag of a company name and logo - equally fancy - johnny doesn’t recognise. his name’s on the other side of the tag - well, just “johnny” embossed in swoopy, curling lettering - and along with chozen’s words he takes it as open invitation to lift the lid off the box and set it to the side on the bed.

chozen’s hands touch his waist in the same moment he sees the contents, and the warm, strong body pressed to his back certainly adds to the shudder that runs through him at the sight.

a collar, resting neatly in a bed of black tissue paper. it’s finely crafted, deep red leather with luxurious-looking black padding on the inside, and beside the shining golden buckle there’s a D-ring with an engraved circular tag attached.

removing one hand from johnny’s waist, chozen reaches out in front of them both and lifts the collar out of the box, holding the tag still with a thumb so johnny can read it.

DANIEL A. LARUSSO

戸口長善

the sight of daniel’s name makes johnny inhale, and the kanji beneath makes him pause for only a second before he recognises the familiar characters of chozen’s name too.

ridiculously, he feels his eyes burning immediately as he stares at the neatly engraved lettering. he wants to reach out and take the collar, feel it in his hands, but he knows his hands are trembling so he keeps them at his sides.

“what,” he says instead, voice as light and easy as he can make it, “no phone number in case i get lost?”

chozen lets out a soft breath against johnny’s neck, maybe amusement, and perhaps he understands johnny’s plight because he moves his other hand from johnny’s waist to the collar to unbuckle it with easy motions. it leaves johnny stood in the circle of his arms, feeling chozen’s chin just barely resting on his shoulder as he works, careful with the stiff leather.

“don’t need phone number,” chozen declares once he’s gotten the buckle loose and the collar spread open between both hands, once again completing the circle of his arms. his voice is soft and warm. “if you are lost…me and daniel-san come find you.”

with steady hands he raises the collar to touch the front to johnny’s neck, the engraved tag hanging right between his collarbones, and johnny can feel it so keenly as he shakily swallows again. he looks away from the empty box, unable to handle it as the collar itself is put on him, and in doing so he - finally? - notices daniel stood in the doorway, dressed in his work clothes with a look in his eyes so warm as he watches them that it makes part of johnny want to scream - especially when it only turns warmer when daniel notices johnny’s attention. a smile joins the gaze as daniel approaches, meeting johnny’s side just as the collar’s buckle closes and johnny’s breath is stolen by two of chozen’s fingers sliding firmly beneath it, checking the tightness.

“大丈夫 です?” chozen asks softly.

“yeah,” johnny just barely manages to whisper back, voice shaking. he’s half terrified it’ll crack, but daniel’s kissing him - soft and firm and full of gentle passion - before that can happen, doing that thing he does where he holds johnny’s waist and moves his thumb up and down, and it does what it always does, makes johnny feel safe and loved and held.

the collar has both of his lovers’ names on it - it’s a claim from both of them, a sign that they both own him, together - but johnny knows that it’s chozen’s gift, belied particularly by chozen alone presenting it to him.

the collar is chozen’s version of the thumb-waist thing. it’s chozen’s version of the house daniel bought and welcomed johnny into that they’re all standing in, chozen bridging the gap between all the years daniel knew johnny and knew chozen but chozen and johnny didn’t know each other.

it’s chozen solidifying to himself that johnny is here. that he is chozen’s too.

chozen’s arm loops around the other side of johnny’s waist again, the side not occupied by daniel’s hand, and chozen presses a kiss just above and then just beneath the collar on the back of johnny’s neck, and then finally a soft kiss to the collar itself. it sort of feels like he’s sealing it, which johnny quickly dismisses as a stupid thought, but when chozen’s arm tightens around him it’s with undeniably more tender vulnerability than chozen usually ever shows.

“i love you,” johnny tells him softly, because he really does and he doesn’t know what else to say in this moment, and he feels chozen’s forehead fall to rest against the top notch of his spine. he doesn’t say anything, but the collar around johnny’s neck says everything, and johnny can’t help but smile - stupidly - when chozen’s arm around him tightens once again into a hold and starts dragging him towards the bed.

daniel laughs at them, kindly picking up the empty box and moving it to the top of the dresser before they can crush it as they fall onto the sheets, chozen holding johnny firmly beneath him and seeking his lips out for a searing kiss before he begins his assault on johnny’s neck around the collar.

“i love you both,” daniel tells them, and johnny manages to choke out some approximation of “love you too” as chozen’s teeth sink into his collarbone. blindly, he reaches out across the bed in the vague direction of daniel, and daniel finds his hand to hold it as he settles to sit on the mattress. johnny tries to pull him closer, tries to drag him into involvement with the way chozen’s diving beneath johnny’s shirt, but daniel doesn’t move. he stays where he is, holding johnny’s hand and watching.

“i’ll have my turn,” he assures johnny, that warm smile on his face again, but when johnny gasps a sharp moan it turns steadily into something hotter and harder. “first. i think chozen should get to enjoy how perfect you look, in that beautiful collar he bought you.”

and chozen does.

—

translations

戸口長善 - toguchi chozen

大丈夫 です? - daijōbu desu? - informal/casual way of saying “is that okay?”/“are you okay?”

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Cater Diamond Silk Adorned Personal Story: Part 1

"Something I can only get in the Scalding Sands"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

―The day prior to traveling to the Scalding Sands

Cater: The weather tomorrow in the Scalding Sands issss… Ooh, it says it's going to be sunny! That's great, Trey.

Trey: Cater, it's fine that you're checking the weather on your phone like that, but did you finish your packing for the trip already?

Cater: I'm totally finished, yeah ☆ I've moved around a bunch, so I'm pretty good at packing.

Trey: Right, I see.

Riddle: Oh, what are the two of you doing?

Riddle: …Oh right, you two did say you were traveling to the Scalding Sands tomorrow.

Deuce: I heard about that from [Yuu] and Grim.

Deuce: So Diamond-senpai and Clover-senpai are going too?

Ace: Must be niiice～ [Yuu]'s going, but we're stuck back here. Totally not fair!

Cater: Oops, Ace-chan and Deuce-chan knew about it too, huh～

Cater: No need to sulk, I'll make sure to bring back souvenirs for both of you!

Cater: And of course, one for Riddle-kun too! Right, Trey-kun?

Trey: Yeah. I'll make sure to get you something that'll make you feel like you got to go to the Scalding Sands.

Ace: Awesome! Don't forget, okay?

Deuce: Thanks!! When you come back, please tell us all about your trip.

Riddle: Even though you're off on vacation, make sure you don't lose control of yourselves! You are to conduct yourselves as proper Heartslabyul students!

Riddle: …I hope the both of you have a fun trip.

Trey/Cater: Yeah. / Okay!

Cater: Sounds like the Scalding Sands has a bunch of photogenic hot-spots, so I'm super excited～

Cater: I'm gonna take a ton more pictures than usual tomorrow ♪

[Scalding Sands ��� Zahab Market]

―Present day, during the trip

Jamil: Many of the stalls around here are selling sweets and sundries, so this should be a good place to pick out some souvenirs.

Cater: You're right, and there's a bunch of stuff that just screams Scalding Sands!

Cater: Hey, Trey-kun. Why don't we buy some gifts for the guys back at the dorm here?

Trey: That works. Now, I wonder what we should choose…

Cater: How about something that's easy to hand out, like candy's that individually wrapped～?

Trey: Something like these chocolate dates?

Cater: Perfect! The wrapper's totally cute, and the snack totally looks like something that'd be from here.

Cater: But there might be some folks that don't like trying new foods. Might want to grab a few safe alternatives too.

Cater: Ooo, look at this. The accessories over here at this stall to the left is super stunning!

Cater: A bracelet that's got unusual gems like this would probably be great for those that are more fashion-minded.

Cater: Hmm, oh, but this soap they got in the back of the shop's coconut in it, I bet it would be a great gift…

Trey: Hey, Cater. Weren't you planning on picking out some sweets?

Cater: Ahaha, my baaad. There's so many fascinating things here, that I got a bit carried away.

Cater: I gotta focus, focus. I wonder what will make everyone the happiest…

Jamil: ………

Cater: Alright, I got gifts for the guys back home!

Cater: The design on the giftbox is super cute too ♪ Everyone'll totally be excited for these.

Jamil: …Cater-senpai.

Cater: Ah, Jamil-kun. What's up?

Jamil: I was noticing the souvenirs you were picking, and…

Jamil: Everything you've chosen so far is for other people.

Jamil: It doesn't look like you've gotten anything for yourself, are you okay not buying something?

Cater: Eh?

Jamil: If nothing here is catching your fancy, I can show you to another stall.

Jamil: While I am here, acting as your guide, I would to like to make sure that you're enjoying yourself fully.

Jamil: …Also, I'm not really sure if we will have time to look for souvenirs later.

Cater: Oh, no, no! You're doing fantastic as our guide, Jamil! And it's not like I haven't been looking for anything for myself, you know?

Cater: It's just that I got so wrapped up in picking gifts for everyone else!

Cater: 'Cause like, you know, I'm kinda the super nice big brother of Heartslabyul, right?

Jamil: …I rather feel like Trey-senpai fits that role more.

Cater: Ahaha. Really? Don't you think that Trey-kun's more of the "dad" role?

Cater: (…Man, he's pretty perceptive, huh～)

Cater: (Like I thought, Jamil-kun's always keeping his eye on the stuff going on around him)

Cater: …Ah, hey. I just had a great idea.

Cater: Jamil-kun!

Cater: Since I haven't found anything for myself yet, you should choose something good for me.

Jamil: Eh! Why me!?

Cater: Well, 'cause if I'm gonna be buying something unique to the Scalding Sands, I'd want to have the opinion of someone who knows the place～

Cater: And besides, it's as you said, right? You want me to "enjoy myself fully."

Jamil: Urgh…

Jamil: Hrrrgh…

Jamil: Fine, I understand, but only one thing.

Cater: Thaaaaanks! I really can't wait to see what you pick for me, Jamil-kun ♪

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

WHERE’S THE DOODLES?? WHAT’S MAKING YOU INACTIVE???

*has less doodles to show because college is hard*

Here’s my design for Humanized Narrator from TSP. 

And here’s him with his Stanley and his adopted son, Rec.

The Narrator’s name varies on what form he takes or how he wants to be addressed:-

Voice - The Narrator [in general]

Human - Charles [to anyone who is close but not too close; can be called Charlie or Chuck if you want to annoy him.]

The “Other” form(s) that aren’t human - Chronicle [Rec and others know of this name], Rotarran/Etarran [Formal name]

The story is still WIP, but I’ve sorta mashed up The Stanley Parable and my weirdcore/dreamcore story, Static Sunrise Story. 

This means that there is a lot outside of the Parable but it’s not on Earth. I say SSS’ universe is separate but co-exists with Earth (like The Backrooms universe, which also exists in SSS but as a bridge to Earth for the beings in SSS.)

Rec being The Narrator’s adopted kid was just me projecting again but I swear their relationship is different from Giftbox and Balan’s ^^;

I’ll make a post on this [more on Rec and SSS, Stanley and The Narrator] in the future, so please remain patient.

[bailey-reaper]

I love drama but man poor poor Barok ;A; poor guy deserves happiness! How about his s/o tries to make one day really special just for him, small things he loves and small gifts etc.

ps love your writing and you're great 💝

Headcanons (Pampering the Prosecution)

Notes: Thank you, anon! I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy my writing TwT that's very kind of you to say! Barok definitely deserves some happiness after all the ordeals he's been through!

Content Warnings: vague GAA spoilers.

They've seen how hard he's working – both as a prosecutor and as a person. He's been through so much over the last few months, yet that hasn't broken his stride. It's amazing to see just how resilient Barok is.

Even when his world came crashing down around him in Court, and everything he thought he knew up until now turned out to be a lie, he still kept moving forward, and that tenacity is more than a little inspiring to them.

But, they have no doubt that there's a lot of pain and suffering that their darling does in quiet: possibly when he's alone, or maybe just in his mind whenever dark moments take him. He seems lighter these days, but they know what he's like and they know he'll still have moments of world-weariness.

There's no doubt in their mind that he deserves a bit of pampering –– a reward for how hard he's been working on himself and on keeping focused on the present rather than the past. So, they plot a day of nice little things to show him that he's appreciated and how much they care.

It starts with breakfast in bed, a luxury that he doesn't usually afford himself but is unable to resist when they present the breakfast tray to him. It's his favourite fare, too, along with a cup of fine tea.

After, he goes to his study to do a few things for work only to find a small giftbox sitting on his desk. Inside are a pair of cufflinks, fashioned in the form of the van Zieks family crest; they're a lovely thing, and he automatically changes out of his simplistic cuffs in favour of these.

When he goes to ask his beloved what the gift is in aid of, he finds them waiting with a mid-morning treat: cake from his favourite bakery and a cup of drinking chocolate each. He's starting to worry that he's missed some sort of important anniversary date, which would be most out of keeping for him (he's rather good at dates, well, at putting them in his diary and planning ahead for them at least).

"Um... love," he smiles gratefully as they place a cake on a small plate and set it before him, "This is... incredibly luxurious, and I'm flattered, but, what on earth is all this in aid of?"

They smile at him, knowing full well what he's thinking, "Nothing in particular, I just wanted you to know that you're loved and that I'm incredibly proud of you Barok. I know life has been hard lately, but I can see how hard you're trying to overcome adversity. I suppose I just wanted you to feel cherished."

He's quiet for a long moment, overwhelmed by the sentiment and deeply touched; it was a decision he'd made in the face of the worst possible truths coming to light –– he didn't want to fall into despair or lose himself to grief more than he already had. It was a choice he made in the interests of self-preservation and the integrity that had remained even when all he'd believed in was taken away. At no point had he considered that such a choice might be remarkable.

Yet, to hear their soft words of encouragement and to feel how much they cared for him; it made him see that it had all been worthwhile. He was a lucky man, not only to have had the strength to survive but to have found someone who loved him and was always rooting for him.

"Thank you love..." he took their hand and kissed the back, "These presents are all truly exceptional and lovely... but you're without doubt the greatest gift I have," he smiled softly; lost in a moment of warmth and love.

[cheri-translates]

Prompt: "The way you look at him is the way I always dreamt you would look at me".

My angsty contribution to @stehkotori’s Birdcop Celebration :’D

Gavin rarely makes wishes. 

They’re meant to be reserved for the heart’s deepest desires, he thinks.

He once wished for the muffled sobs from the room next door to stop

A young child should fall asleep to a mother’s lullabies instead of her broken cries.

His wish was granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

He blames himself for his mother’s eternal silence more often than he should.

He once wished to meet you again - the girl who lifted him from oblivion.

The girl whose selfless tenderness reminded him of the only other woman he ever loved

His wish was granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

Just as the universe was generous enough to grant you two a reunion, it was also generous enough to grant his brother the chance to meet you

And a chance for Shaw to be the one you relied on to ease the ache of abject helplessness when the rest of the world had forgotten your existence

When Gavin reunites with you in the Black Cabin with an embrace, he buries his face in your hair

He does this for two reasons:

One: to drink in the scent he has missed for months

Two: so you wouldn’t see his brows furrowed in wordless agony as memories of his horrific treatment of you stirs up an intense headache.

He opens his mouth to apologise, but all that comes out is a strangled choke after he realises that in the world of eternal winter, you had kept his ginkgo bracelet on.

Were you holding on to a hope that he’d find you like he promised he would?

He smiles, his face still cloaked from view by your now slightly damp hair. 

It’s a pained smile filled with self-loathing.

He almost wishes that the sole similarity shared between the siblings was not in the way they both feel about you

But when he sees you afar off, slapping Shaw in the arm playfully while he tosses you a cheeky grin, Gavin decides to stop making wishes.

He suddenly recalls a quote from a movie he had watched with you during a simpler time - “If you love someone, you let them go.”

This line has always bugged him because of how ironic it was - how could a person let go of something he never owned?

Soon after, Gavin is tasked to set out on a perilous mission

He doesn’t know how long it would take - perhaps days, weeks, or months

He doesn’t know if he’d make it out alive

He doesn’t see the need to dwell on these questions - no one will be waiting for him after all.

But what he does know is that he wants to see you for possibly the last time

The night before he departs, he visits your home, eyes trailing to the colourful “GAVIN” scrawled on the sliding door of the balcony just before he lands

The paint has begun to chip off.

Just in time, Gavin thinks to himself bitterly

After you’ve finished gaping in shock from the sudden visitor, the two of you sit on the sofa

Gavin is not a man of many words. But every syllable from his lips brims with sincerity, filling the silence of your house with the words deep in his heart

He admits that he has loved you ever since hearing you play in the music room

He informs you about the mission he might not return from

He tells you to find happiness with Shaw

"The way you look at him is the way I always dreamt you would look at me".

That sentence shatters your heart.

You reach out to cradle his cheeks in your hands tenderly, as though holding the most precious porcelain vase on earth

Because that’s exactly how much Gavin means to you.

After all this time, how could he not have known?

Your sweet, precious, endearingly oblivious Gavin.

“Do you know why I decided to trust Shaw right from the start?”

Gavin shakes his head slightly, the heat radiating off your palms gradually warming his cold, lonely heart.

“I saw you in his eyes.”

The rest of the evening is spent cuddled together on the sofa, your hand entwined with his

You spend every breath detailing the little moments that made you fall for him gradually, like a ginkgo leaf taking its sweet time to drift in the wind

You spend every breath detailing the little moments that made you fall for him surely, like the certainty of spring after winter

You admit how disheartened you felt after noticing Gavin distancing himself from you ever since your return from the world of eternal winter

And how afraid you were when you couldn't make the lingering melancholy in Gavin’s eyes disappear no matter how hard you tried to make him smile

And how you had met up with Shaw to ask for advice, only to get frustrated with his string of dumb ideas, for example:

“Should I lock you two lovebirds in a closet?”

“Or I could stage a kidnapping so my dear brother would come to your rescue and pulverise me with his windy powers.”

“What about hiding in a giftbox outside Gavin’s house as a birthday surprise? Would be even better if you’re wearing nothing but a bow. Pretty sure he’ll like it. I’m his brother after all. We’ve got similar tastes.”

Gavin silences you with a deep, intoxicating kiss before you can mention Shaw’s name one more time

“He’s not wrong though,” Gavin murmurs in between the heated, unrestrained kisses. “I would like to see that sometime.”

“So come back safely,” you barely formulate a clear sentence, your body trembling in response to his fervent expressions of love. “I’ll give you everything.”

After falling asleep in his arms, Gavin carries you to the bed in a way a husband carries his bride, and has the courage to do something he never thought he’d do again.

“This is my final wish,” he whispers into the wind, into the night, and into your heart.

He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in

“That I may stay with you till the very end.”

His wish is granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

Because the future you two share (along with two of the most loved children in Loveland City) is so much more scintillating than his imagination can conjure.

[fazfright-archive]

*     HELLO ?  HELLO  ,  HELLO ?     //     @fxzbear​   :   " i’m worried about you. "

                ❝     ha─ha  .     ❞     it’s  a  drawled  sound   ;   forced  and  and  positively  dripping  with  sarcasm  .  ha─ha .  what  a  sappy  thing  to  say  ,  what  a  sentiment  ,  what  a  joke  .  a  drawn  -  out   /   raspy  huff  that  rattles  in  his  hollow  chest  follows  suit  ,  and  the  springtrap  turns  to  the  bear  with  the  exposed  joints  of  his  fixed  jaw  twitching  and  heavy  eyelids  narrowed  .  if  only  he  had  the  ability  to  scowl  .     ❝     yeah ?  i-i-i  b-betch’a  do  ,  kid  .     ❞     what  did  he  have  to  worry  about ?     everything’s  just  PEACHY  here  ,  ain’t  it ?  s’all  rainbows  and  rock  concerts  ,  all  wrapped  up  like  a  chrome  and  neon  giftbox  ,  nevermind  the  rotting  stranger  shambling  around  their  halls !     something  ugly  and  festering  flashed  through  his  circuits   :   when  would  a  ‘bot  as  well  off  as  that  ever  have  to  worry ?

                     reaching  up  ,  two  metal  fingers  dully  thump  the  side  of  the  younger  animatronic’s  head  .     ❝     ‘s-s-sooner  ya  get  me  out  of  t-t-there  the  better  ,  big  bear  .     ❞

[kewltie]

contains: slavery, master/slave dynamic 

"Here." Katsuki deposits a discreet black box on Izuku's lap. "You'll need this when you go out."

Izuku looks down at the giftbox, a thin rectangular box that sits light on his lap, but it feels strangely heavy. The thing is deceptively innocuous and boring in appearance, but there’s no doubt in Izuku’s mind what it is. "You got me a replacement collar already?" he muses, one hand carelessly touching his neck in thought. It'd been only a week and a half since Katsuki had destroyed his last one in a show of power against the Academy. "Did you want see me leashed that badly?"

He'd almost gotten use to not having that heavy weight around his neck, but without his collar—his PET ID—Izuku couldn't go out in public, not if he wanted to get arrested. The law is ruthless in that regard; a Lesser like him have to be track and monitor for his own good like he’s no better than an animal.

It doesn't matter that Izuku is no different than anyone else except for his quirklessness, he is considered a property by the state and marker like a PET ID, personal electronic tracker, is how they keep Izuku in line—to remind them of their place in this new societal order; there is no place for the quirkless.

Izuku drags himself away from such bitter thoughts because there’s no point in stewing in it now, and looks up at Katsuki, whose staunch silence has been a strange and troubling thing. "Kacchan?" he presses, staring at the tense line of Katsuki shoulders, the twist of pain on his face, and the clenched fists at his side.

Katsuki exhales a long drawn out breath that make him appear a lot younger, unsure, like he's unmoored and Izuku is the one with feet planted on safer shores. "It's not—I wouldn't," he shakes his head in a clear sign of frustration, "just fucking open the damn thing already." He gestures helplessly toward the box still on Izuku's lap.

"Oh," Izuku breathes in realization, heart warms as his gaze drops to his gift. "That was mean of me, I'm sorry." His eyes linger on it for a moment before he carefully lifts up the lid and inside is a delicate silver band that would sit nicely on his ankle.

Heart palpitating, he reaches for it and then stops. His hand goes still, hovering just slightly above the box. Not quite touching it yet. He lets his eyes roam over every curve and indentation, examining it warily like he’s defusing a bomb.

It’s made up of mainly a thin wall of silver curving inward and at the back is a short chain link to close off the circle. A bar of metal tag engraved with Izuku’s name and ID number is hanging off one of the links with a green gemstone embedded in it.

It’s surprisingly simple and clean in design for something worth its weight in gold. This isn't a normal factory made PET ID. Hand still in the air, he finally drops it down on the anklet, tracing the curvature and feeling the cold metal pressing against his skin.

Lesser belonging to elite patrons would often wear a beaded choker, diamond studded earring, gold plated bracelet, or a signature ring embedded with a nanochip as their PET ID. They’re statement pieces. Meant to show off the power and wealth of the owner and not the wearer.The more ostentatious the PET ID is, the more it would further emphasize the standing of the Lesser’s master.

Sometimes, Izuku wonders if a bit little bitterly, if these ‘special’ PET IDs are even more degrading than the mass produce collar and cuff that they are forced to wear.

At least the former didn’t make Izuku feel like a decorative ornament hanging on the arm of his respective master. They can dress Izuku up in expansive clothes, glittering jewelries, and polite smile but it doesn’t change who and what Izuku is—the lowest rung of the social order. Almost by instinct, his hand recoils from the box and its content as doubt claws at his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku hears Katsuki grunt out. He looks up to see apprehension lining Katsuki’s shoulder and his posture tensing up like he’s ready for whatever the fallout may bring.

Izuku quickly drops his gaze back to the giftbox and thinks somberly when did he become so cynical? For all Katsuki’s flaw, his pride, his arrogance, and his temper—he’d never been cruel for cruelty’s sake. There's no ulterior motive to Katsuki's action because that isn't him.

At Katsuki’s worst, he was a misguided and angry boy who’d lashed out at everyone and everything because nobody had taught him better, but it isn’t in his nature to be malicious for malicious’ sake. Izuku knows that, know it well enough that he isn’t afraid of Katsuki.

Katsuki may not always be gentle or kind in that brusque way of his, but he is a good man.

Somewhere along the way since they parted, Izuku had forgotten about that. Embarrassment sweeps over him. "Nothing's wrong," he murmurs, unwilling to meet Katsuki's heated regard again as he gets his bearing. His hand finds the anklet again, pawing at it with a renew interest.

An anklet is rare.

Rare enough that Izuku had never seen it on any Lesser before. PET IDs are visible maker of identification. A collar, bracelet, or even a ring can make a quick and easy scan but an anklet would force others bend down to make the requisite check—Izuku blinks.

His head snaps up to look at Katsuki with curious eyes. “Did you—?” He swallows, fingers clenching around the PET ID. He can't really mean to do that right? The corner of Katsuki's lips quirk up just ever so slightly in that smug way that reminds Izuku that this is Katsuki.

It’s easy to mistake Katsuki’s volatile personality as just another mindless brute who only knows how to use his fist, but he’d been consistently outshining their classmates ever since they were children. Katsuki wouldn’t be where he is today, among the top young heroes in the world, if all he relies on was physical force and his quirk.

Katsuki wasn't just smart. He got a strategic mind to lead and the charisma to pull it off. And this choice of anklet as a PET ID is intentional. Katsuki doesn't care for others' opinion of him, so this is every bit calculated. Izuku’s eyes widen now. “Why though?” he asks.

Katsuki shrugs, a careless shift of his shoulder that does not highlight the gravity of his words. “If you have to lower yourself before them then they, too, have to lower themselves before you,” he says cuttingly. "They have to work for it just to see who you are."

Izuku smiles humorless, unclenching his hand from the anklet. "I'm not worth much for them to really care who I am," he says, gesturing down to the anklet, "and you are making it hard for them to check my PET ID isn't going to make them suddenly sympathetic about my plight."

Katsuki's lips thin out. "You don't need their sympathy," he says with an annoyed huff. "What you need are allies who stand by you and not let the everyone else fuck you over just because you're quirkless."

"And what of the world's opinion that I deserve it?" Izuku muses. "After all quirkless is a debilitating disability under the law."

Katsuki frowns, face usually tight. "I bought you so you’re mine," he asserts. "Not the state or anyone else. The only words that should matter to you are mine alone. Fuck the rest. They're not important as me.”

Izuku blinks. Hard. And then clutching his stomach, he bends over and laughs. Light and free and so full of wonder. The sheer arrogance in this man, he thinks helplessly in that endlessly fond way of had spellbounded him in the past.

Katsuki is truly one of a kind.

"What the fuck, Deku," Katsuki snaps, and Izuku can literally hear the annoyance thick in his voice. Quickly composing himself up once more into some semblance of order, Izuku pulls back up in time to see the pinched expression on Katsuki's face.

He says, with a thinly veiled humor, “It’s just,” he smiles, warmth from the thought, “all so you, Kacchan. You haven’t changed after all these years.”

Katsuki makes a face, opens his mouth, and thought again before settling on: “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that.”

Izuku’s smile only broadens. “I know,” he says softly as his eyes drops once more to the anklet still sitting innocuously his hand. He rubs a thumb over the cool metal under his touch as he muses, light and loose, “But not as ridiculous as wanting you to put this on me though."

Silence.

Katsuki wears his pride like a second skin. It’s his armor and though they had been dented in the past, he would rather die than be stripped of it. To think he would even lower himself to Izuku of all people, to a Lesser even, is not only preposterous but inconceivable.

Realizing right away the hiccup that he had made, Izuku’s head jerk up and he sees Katsuki had gone stock still, face carefully and eerily blank. “S-sorry, it was just a stupid joke. I didn’t really mean—“ his next words hang in the air under the severity of Katsuki’s glare.

“Give me that thing,” he instructs coolly, like the words coming out of him wouldn’t turn Izuku’s world upside down.

“W-what?” Izuku squeaks out in disbelief. Horror. And whatever other nonsense this entire situation had made itself into. No, no, this can't be happening.

And when Izuku is still stuck in his shocked stupor, Katsuki steps forward, reaches out, and rips the anklet from his hand. Then, oh-my-All-Might, he drops down to his knees in front of Izuku's feet with a startling ease that sends a bout of fever rushing through Izuku’s head.

Izuku hastily withdraws his legs from the floor, tucking it close to his chest protectively. “Get up from the floor,” he hisses, looking down at Katsuki’s bow head. “I said it in jest. You—you didn’t have to do it!” He flails helplessly, because Katsuki had gone mad. Absolutely, wretchedly mad.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki snaps with a snarl of his lips. “Don’t tell me what to do.” His free hand shoots out, snakes it around Izuku’s right leg before yanking it down. Izuku struggles against his hold at first, his other free legs kicking furiously at Katsuki to let go.

What a ridiculous picture they both must make with Katsuki making an attempt to hold onto one of his legs and Izuku trying to fight him off, but it's a losing game. Katsuki is a trained hero who fights villains for a living, put away criminal daily, and he has a powerful volatile quirk, while Izuku is just plain old Izuku.

“Don’t,” Katsuki orders, heated palm pressed meaningfully on Izuku’s skin. Just a single word from him can bring such dangerous connotation that Izuku stops, the fight having been knocked out of him at last. He knows exactly what Katsuki is capable of, the danger he poses to Izuku.

It's in the way he carry himself, the scars stamped all over his body, and the lethality in his hands. It's the same hand that is currently wrapping around Izuku's ankle. The palm pressed against Izuku's bare skin is firm, and it burns like a brand, but his touch is careful. Controlled.

He had seen that hand take down a villain twice Katsuki’s size and weight, blast a hole through steel, and send a man flying across town. Katsuki’s hands capable of so many violence things, but hei had also use them to save a pregnant woman trapped under rubbles and carried a child out of a burning building. They'd saved lives; they'd saved Izuku once a long time ago.

Katsuki lifts the heel of Izuku’s foot up and rests it on his knee. He drags his other hand, the anklet still in its grip, near and opens the chain clasp. With an immeasurable care and steady hands, he wraps the jewelry around Izuku’s ankle and closes it once more.

“Things don’t always change, but sometimes they do,” Katsuki tells him, voice low as he places Izuku’s foot down on the floor again and backs away. He stares up at Izuku, eyes unflinching as he says dogmatically, “I’m not that dumb ignorant brat anymore. “

It’s not an outright apology, Izuku knows but he sees of Katsuki’s hunched form and it’s—it's, the dynamic is all wrong. Izuku has the shackle around his ankle, but Katsuki is the one on his knees. One of the strongest, mightiest, heroes of this generation is kneeling before him.

How absurd.

It's maddening, really, but it's a statement if there ever was one. Katsuki’s hysterically clumsy zig-zagging attempt of an apology without ever saying those damning words. That's just so like him. That's just so not like him. Katsuki's right. He's still the same old Bakugou Katsuki that Izuku knows but he'd grown up  now. Time, care, and effort had aged him well.

Katsuki stands up and steps back as Izuku’s eyes fall on his feet. “I know,” Izuku murmurs, looking at his newly acquired bespoke collar.

There's no doubt in his mind that it is collar, because all PET IDs in all its many forms are simply that, but just for a second with the anklet sitting easy and light on his ankle, he doesn't feel it. Doesn't see it for what it is, it’s Katsuki's concession to him.

Izuku had been afraid it would be too heavy to carry around, and it is. Katsuki’s intention are weighing him down, locking him in place, but somehow in its confinement, he finds comfort and security. Katsuki can't change how the world may see him, but this is a start.

[shiningliive]

Hello! Thank you for answering my ask last time! I've been enjoying this game a lot! I really like your blog! I hope this hasn't been asked already but what are the best way to get prisms?

Hi! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying shining live, and im glad I’ve been able to help you out. 

As for getting prisms, theres not really any solid ‘get lots of prisms quick’ things. You mightve seen i said i recently redeemed 980 prisms from my gift box, but that was because i’ve been way too busy lately to read event and side stories, so after catching up one a few months of those I redeemed all those prisms. 

I wrote this a few months ago, but I’ll copy paste it here as well:

“Tips to gain prisms:

Max special practice and max level your rares (20 prisms for full level plus 10 for their stories.) If you haven���d done this with your normal cards yet, max level them as well. It’s easier since you do not need to special practice them.

SSS all easy and normal songs. 9 prisms per song per difficulty, it really adds up. SSS hard songs as well if you can easily.

Prioritise prism rewards in collection events.

Minimise the amount of prisms you need to use during events by saving LP gifts just are preciously as you do with prisms. Try not to use extra LP gifts outside of events you want to tier in.

Make sure to log in every day, especially on birthdays and for special login bonuses.

You get a lot when you complete events, and you’ll generally have a net gain of prisms even if you are tiering high up. (200 prisms for rank 750 etc. Thats almost enough for one 10+1.

Make sure you clear your missions. Weekly, monthy, event, normal missions each give prisms. Even just from weekly missions, you get a lot of prisms

Watch the daily ads if you have an EN account. This is 5 prisms a day, so 1825 over a year, enough for 6.8 10+1′s. * ads are currently unavailable on EN.

There are the login bonus roulette boxes that you get which can in theory give you a lot of prisms, but I’ve only ever gotten above 30 once, and that was just 50.

If you are going to buy prisms, set limits in advance to how often you’re going to do it.

Tips to save prisms:

Start a secondary account (on a different phone or a different server) and use it to solo. This really helps me to resist the temptation of soloing on my main account since its usually a massive waste of prisms in the long run.

Set goals. If you want to save enough to do the guaranteed UR for you favourite boys birthday, you will need 700 spare prisms when that time comes. Always make sure you have 700 spare saved up for his birthday (if thats what you want to do.)

I will usually only let myself scout once if my boy is just an SR in a set (unless I like the UR of course.)

Remember that every set will be added again in the future, you will always have another chance.

If you think you will be tempted to use prisms during the event but don’t want to, try to wait until after the event to do the event story and redeem the prisms you would get from it.

Same thing goes for redeeming prisms. if you want to save prisms, keep them in your giftbox until you need them. Plus, its super fun to redeem them all together and get +500 all at once.

If you want to, save up for Shining Party (double UR chance) or half price scouts (150 instead of 300 for 11 cards.) These usually happen for special events or milestones (anniversaries, player count etc.)

I always try to be above a certain number of prisms, or at least keep track of how many i will want to use for different things. Obviously, it can be difficult to save up that many in the first place, but I always try to have the 700 I will need for a birthday, plus 900 for emergency UR of best boy (3 pulls), plus whatever else I want to have saved up for events or the elusive Setsugetsuka set.

Remember, that gachas are basically a form a gambling, so make sure you have your limits and stick to them. Hate to be a killjoy, but do not let gachas be your entry into gambling”

There might be a few other ways to get prisms now since this was written a while ago, but thats most of it! Hope that helps, and good luck saving. 

[mirahvieria-blog]

OOTD 10.3.18

I’m super sorry that some of these pics are at a lower graphics setting than I normally use. Been having SL weirdness all day and my viewer keeps crashing. I tried.

Let’s have a close up of these shoes because I love them. I rarely wear heels when running around the grid, but today I made an exception.

So this was my own fault, really.

Location - Serena Estates Rental Hub - It’s very decorated for Halloween

Mesh Body - Maitreya Lara (Shape is my own)

Mesh Head - Lelutka Chloe (Eyes, lashes, and lipstick applier are also Lelutka Chloe)

Horns - Sweet Thing - Succubus Horns (HUD, both the white and gold bits change color) - FREE Group Gift, there are other past gifts available and lucky boards too.

Hair - little bones - Chel: Variety - Group Gift, Group is 100L to join, loads of past gifts available. 

Skin - 7 Deadly s[k]ins - Carter: Fudge (Omega Applier) - This was a gift for prize camping for 25 minutes (I think) last month when they had prize camp chairs out. They recently disappeared but I hope they’ll re-emerge soon because I often sit there anyway. 7DS has 2 MM boards and some others for everyone, but if you can do the group, it’s so, so worth it. Group fee is currently $L225. They have been changing up the MM, lucky boards, and mini mania boards a LOT lately. At least once a week. So many chances to get pretty skins!

Circlet - Lumae - Celestial Headchain// Gold - FREE gift - the four small pink boxes below the group gifts are actually just 0L regular gifts, but the group is free and there are some lovely group gifts to be had as well.

Face Tattoo - Fallen Gods - A Touch of Discovery: Gold - FREE gift from the last round of Vintage Gacha.

Septum Piercing  - amias - June gift piercing - Group Gift - group FREE to join, past gifts available (Yes, I know, I wear this one a lot. It’s so cute!)

Earrings - tram - shizuku earring - FREE Group Gift, they have a couple hairstyles available as well. No cost to join. Here’s a shot of the vendor ad, so you can get a better idea of what they look like.

Top -  Mystrie - Hela Bone Top - FREE Hunt gift from Mischievous Mayhem’s Demon’s and Heathens hunt going through October 31. Fell in love as soon as I unpacked it and knew I had to make an outfit!

Stomach Tattoo - Wild Roots - Beetle (Omega, Slink) - FREE from the lucky boards.

Gloves - SA Quartermaster - Apex Gloves - FREE Hunt gift - another from the Demons and Heathens Hunt. 0L, available until October 31. This is the female gift, there is also a hint for males at this location. The gloves came sized for Freya, Isis, Maitreya, Slink, Tonic, & Venus.

Necklace - RealEvil Industries - Prix Necklace - FREE Group Gift - Group is free to join. There are several really nice gifts to grab on the wall and some more assorted giftboxes on the floor to the left of it.

Bento Rings - Bonita - These were a gift at the last round of Limit8 which closed just a few days ago.

Pants - Arctic Storm - Terri Jeans - FREE from Midnight Mania - no group needed. Actually part of a set with a top. Sized for Freya, Isis, Venus, Ebody Classic & Curvy, Maitreya, TMP, Tonic & Classic XXS-L.

Shoes - KC Couture - Stefy Wedges (HUD) - Lucky Board Prize, Group required, group is $25L to join and there are 9 group gifts and a mini mania out for you in addition to the two lucky boards. The HUD on these puppies is a massive fatpack. You can change the upper, the wedge texture itself, as well as the cutout color. Maitreya, Belleza, & Slink.

Staff - Talevin’s - Staff of Whispers - FREE from Midnight Mania - Can be worn on the back like I’ve done or in the hand. When you get to the landing point, use the teleporter on the archway above the stairs so you don’t have to walk! There’s a couple lucky chairs and a mini mania here too. 

Pose, Photos 1, 2, 4, & 6 - K&S - Roxy Bento

Pose, Photo 3 - Belle Poses - Luma - FREE gift

Pose, Photo 5 - DK - Strawberry Basket - Free?

[stereohypelondon]

Optimist Series by FL@33’s Tomi @Vollauschek – #realist is button badge of the day – also available as fine art print. So are #optimist #idealist #pessimist… https://www.stereohype.com/411__fl33 — @stereohype @flat33studio T-Shirts are sold out but we are considering a reprint. Let us know whether you would theoretically be interested, which one and what size… #buttonbadge #giftbox #print https://instagr.am/p/CbZrK_vgNKx/

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

This week and last week’s doodles!!

Sadly, I haven’t started on the Face-Taker bio, but luckily there’s more doodles I have!

Something I drew for @daleespringdraw and they loved it! ^^

I used the 23 year old reference of her BWW OC, Adlynne as Giftbox is 20 years old.

My JSAB Moon OC, Luther from my JSAB blog @cr1spy-s0da​ and his sweetheart, Ribbon who belongs to my friend @fanfictiontrash​ [who I wish all the best in their life]. I love this ship for two or three years, I believe! I just never had the chance or clue to show what’s going on in the background ^^;

I know I missed MerMay 2021, but I wanted to draw a mermaid and Natalie, so I mixed the two together and I got Mer!Natalie as a freshwater Sakura Koi who longs to be human to share her stories and my Mermaid AU!/SeaportUniversity!Lance falls for her after she arrives to fulfill her wish in a rowboat filled with freshwater, instead of wanting sight.

I am curious if Natalie and @dreamiiiiie​‘s BWW OC Selene would get along? 

BWW SPOILERS (Hatless!Balan)

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There are moments where I want to draw but all I can come up with are guidelines and sketches and that’s it...

Boy! I sure hope that Giftbox doesn’t turn Balan’s gifts into a new personality based on super neutral hero- DAMMIT!!!!

Everyone, meet Zoe Troop! I don’t know how they entered my head, and how they broke into the Balan Theater???

Giftbox’s default form started to change slightly [her black hair has a reddish tint when under light and her hands are getting bigger], but it doesn’t bother her. Then she felt the sense of wanting to cause mischief but not into too much trouble with Balan and Lance, thus creating a new false persona, the Darling Rascal themselves. Balan and Lance knew and they let them in on the Theater business temporarily.

Currently, Zoe Troop is trying to fix their costume while not ruining it since Balan made it for Giftbox/Zoe

Their theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poTkpTNyJJ8

[fire-emblem-heroes-supports]

Gwendolyn/Love Abounds!Lilina C-S support

Written by  airlock

C SUPPORT

Lilina: Thank you so much for coming with me to the festival! I still can’t believe you accepted my invitation.

Gwendolyn: And refuse an assignment from my liege? I would never! Besides, it’s an honor to serve as your bodyguard, milady.

Lilina: Serve as my…? Oh, dear, Gwendolyn, you’ve got it all wrong! I wanted you to come not as a bodyguard, but as a friend!

Gwendolyn: A friend? But, milady-

Lilina: Is this why you came in full armor?

Gwendolyn: Of course! An Ostian knight should always be ready to protect her masters! Even if that might… technically not be her assignment?

Lilina: Hmmmm… I’d say you deserve a break every now and then! Don’t you think? Look, here, I think we can still find you someplace where you could change into something more comfortable-

Gwendolyn: Ah! Well, milady, if it’s alright with you, I’d rather still wear my armor. It’s just that… I can’t afford to get sloppy now! One little break, and I might not even be able to walk in these heavy plates the next day… Please, forgive me for being such an unseasoned defender! Today, I may be unworthy of protecting you, but-

Lilina: No, no, it’s alright! You’re doing fine, Gwendolyn. I’m so sorry, I never knew just how much work it takes to wear that armor… But your dedication is amazing! I won’t get in your way, then. Please, feel free to keep the armor on.

Gwendolyn: Ah! Milady does, uh, fill me with honor… I mean… thank you!

Lilina: Eheheh! You’re welcome.

Gwendolyn: … And to be perfectly honest, even if I did come in a fancy dress like everyone else, I wouldn’t look half as stunning as- Hrm!

Lilina: Hm? Did you say something?

Gwendolyn: No, it’s nothing! Please forget I said anything, milady.

Lilina: Heheheh. If you say so…

[Lilina and Gwendolyn have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Gwendolyn: So, what’s this about a tournament…?

Lilina: Ah, yes! It’s a little competition that comes with these festivities. Just some quick duels in short groups. I’ll be participating with some friends, of course!

Gwendolyn: Ah! In that case, please allow me to accompany you, milady! I’ll stand between you and any harm that the other competitors might pose!

Lilina: Harm…? No, silly, you’ve got it all wrong! It’s nothing quite that serious. Just have a look at what I’ll be taking as a weapon.

Gwendolyn: Hm… Well, whatever it is inside that box, I’m sure milady will wield with dexterity and-

Lilina: No, see, the giftbox is the weapon! I can channel my magic through it. But, of course, a silly thing like this isn’t half as strong as any of my tomes! Nobody’s getting hurt by anything this goofy.

Gwendolyn: Is that so?

Lilina: Here, some of the other contestants are over there. Just take a look around! Nobody else will be carrying any real weapons, either.

Gwendolyn: Hmmm… Oh! Could that be Lord Eliwood of Pherae? And our own Lord Hector! I’m unworthy of being around such esteemed company… Although they look different somehow. It’s almost as if they’ve aged backwards! Is this festival really that rejuvenating?

Lilina: (…… Hmmm. I don’t know how I can explain it to her.)

Gwendolyn: And say, do you recognize that green-haired lady with them? She seems lovely, but… Ah, forgive my discourtesy! Anyway, I see what you meant earlier. Those weapons they have are beautiful, but anyone can tell they’re just ceremonial. And of course, as gorgeous as that lance of Lord Eliwood’s is, our Lord Hector has them all beat once again! The gold accents on that axe are just fascinating…

Lilina: Gold accents- By Roland! That’s not a prop! What is my father THINKING?!

Gwendolyn: Milady?!

Lilina: I’m sorry, Wendy, could you please wait for me a few moments? I’ve just got to give Father a piece of my mind… Ugh!

Gwendolyn: … Lady Lilina is graceful, even when she’s furious…

Gwendolyn: … Wait, did she just call me “Wendy”?!

[Lilina and Gwendolyn have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Gwendolyn: Lady Lilina! Er, you’ll get them next time! So-

Lilina: Hahahaha! I appreciate it, but you don’t have to worry about me. I may not have won the tournament, but I had lots of fun, and that’s what counts!

Gwendolyn: Ah! So… what comes next?

Lilina: It’s almost time for everyone to share their gifts!

Gwendolyn: Ah! Time’s passed so fast… Did everyone even have time to buy things?

Lilina: Well, now’s the last chance! Quick, do you have anyone you want to get a gift for?

Gwendolyn: Huh?!

Lilina: You know, friends, family, someone you fancy…

Gwendolyn: S-someone I-

Lilina: Oh, I know, I know! You’ll want to get Bors something, right… and you told me about some of your friends in the unit… Hmmmhmmmmm… Right! This should be more or less enough gold to buy four nice gifts!

Gwendolyn: What?!! I can’t possibly accept-

Lilina: I’ve got to hurry, too! Let’s meet up by the exit, Wendy!

Gwendolyn: Lady Lilina! Milady! Come back! This is- I can’t- … huff… run… in this armor…

Gwendolyn: … Hmmm. If Barthe figures out I bought him something with Lady Lilina’s money, I’ll never hear the end of it… Astolfo has a lot of drinking on the job to stop doing before I’ll start getting him nice things… Do I know Ogier well enough to think of a gift…?

[Lilina and Gwendolyn have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Gwendolyn: Huff… puff… huff… puff…

Lilina: Hey! Over here! You kept me waiting!

Gwendolyn: Sorry… Whew! At least… I can’t say… this wasn’t a good day… for armor practice…

Lilina: There, there… Oh, dear, just look at you! Your face is all red… Have you been running that much through the stores?

Gwendolyn: Uh… Yes! I was… hustling to buy some gifts, of course!

Lilina: Oooh! Come on, tell me tell me! What did you get?!

Gwendolyn: Let’s see… I bought this box of sweets for my brother… and…

Lilina: And?!

Gwendolyn: … This one’s for you! Uh, happy Day of Devotion!

Lilina: Aaah! Oh, I, um… I don’t know what to say! I never thought… Thank you so much! Really, I’m simply overjoyed…

Gwendolyn: Er… Wouldn’t you have to, um, at least open the gift before you like it that much?

Lilina: I just… hmmm, how do I say this? It means so much to me that you decided to make this gesture! I’m sure it’ll bring us closer!

Gwendolyn: Ah! Please don’t misunderstand, milady, it’s just… you were the only person I could think about- er, that is, I just couldn’t think of anyone else to get a gift to, is all! We’re still different, you and I, but… if I understand this festival right, then it’s for anyone we’re grateful for, even our lieges, perhaps!

Lilina: Oh, Wendy… I haven’t forgotten about your concerns, but it’ll be alright. Just for today, there shouldn’t be any differences standing between us. That’s what I think, at least! What do you say?

Gwendolyn: Y-You called me “Wendy” again! I… well… if it’s just for one night, then, maybe…!

Lilina: Thank you once again, Wendy. Now, if you’d just come over here…

Gwendolyn: … She’s just not gonna open the present, huh?

[Lilina and Gwendolyn have reached support rank S.]