#He’s rocking those dresses tho like i’m all for it

[frog-in-a-cookiejar]

Sketch inspired by that one dress

#Also that man Does Not Own any pants whatsoever #Like the proofs right there #He’s rocking those dresses tho like i’m all for it #art #fanart #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #my art #patterart #digital art #and first time using sketchbook and i love One (1) brush i will die for it it’s so good

[aerynwrites]

Scars

Halsin x afab!Reader

A/N: some friends and I were talking in discord and one of them gave me permission to use this wonderful idea! I hope y’all enjoy ❤️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: major insecurity in reader regarding scars, talks of self hatred, self depreciation, all is comforted tho, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, partial nudity, fluff, kisses, love confessions.

The battles are done, the enemies defeated, and yet it feels like the work doesn’t quite end there.

This battle was harder than the rest, bending and breaking all of you more than expected. So much so that blood still oozes and bones still need mending despite the healing spells Shadowheart was able to bestow upon your group. Even her magic was depleted leaving her with the the rare wounds to show for it.

Return to camp has become a habitual affair, those that are able, help the companions wounded before everyone returns to their tents for the night.

You, however, slink off on your own from the get go, avoiding the healing hands in favor of your own mediocre care.

It’s better for you this way. Safer. At least mentally. The small river a short distance from camp has become your solace. Far enough away to seclude you but close enough that if danger were to arise, help would be close by.

You’ve come here after most battles, rinsing off in the clear water before tending to your own wounds as best you can, too ashamed to ask anyone for help - too scared to bare yourself before them.

Especially since a certain druid joined your team.

Before Halsin had come along you’d been able to slip away with no questions asked. Every now and then Shadowheart would tease you about how she could get the job done quicker but it would end there. Now…now it’s like you can feel Halsins stare each time you leave camp, his offers of help being brushed off with a flippant wave of your hand.

You enjoy his company. More than enjoy it really - so much so that a small crush has started to develop for the larger man. A part of you has longed to accept his offers of help, longed to open up to him in a way you have to no one else.

Yet, each time, the acceptance dies on your tongue and you tuck your tail and run. Just like you always have.

You sigh as you approach the waters edge, stripping down to nothing but your under things in order to sit on a rock submerged below the water enough that you can rinse away the muck of battle in order to assess the damage.

It’s the same process as always. Rinse off, tend to any wounds then dress and head back to camp. But tonight proves more difficult.

You have more injuries than normal, which means more stitching - a task proving difficult due to what you assume is a larger wound on your back. You’d taken a nasty blow to the shoulder towards the end of the skirmish and now it aches terribly and refuses to move the way you need in order to tend to yourself properly.

With a wince, you reach behind you with your good arm and try to feel for the wound, hissing and snatching your hand back when it brushes over the edge of what seems to be a nasty gash.

You’ll never be able to reach that on your own.

Muttered curses slip past your lips, as you turn to focus on the things you can fix instead. However, just as you move to tend to the shallow claw marks on your arm the all too close snap of a twig startles you.

Your head whirls to look behind you, and your eyes widen in mortification to see Halsin standing several yards away.

“Halsin! What are you doing-“ you cut yourself off as you reach for your shirt on the bank behind you, desperate to cover up before he can see anymore.

Before he can think you’re hideous.

The thought is fleeting, but drives your actions all the same.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” Halsin finally speaks, holding out placating hands, as if dealing with a scared animal.

His words stall your movement just long enough for you to notice that the large elf isn’t looking at you. Instead his head is turned off to the side as if he doesn’t want to intrude on your privacy if it’s not wanted.

Your shirt hangs limply in your hands before you gather it to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

With his head still turned away, Halsin clears his throat. “I know you prefer to tend to your injuries yourself, but I saw the wound on your back when you all returned from camp. I only came to offer my help - and if you refuse I will turn now and leave you in peace.”

The air is silent as his words settle between you, and you open your mouth to give your typical refusal before stopping short.

You do need help. There’s no way you’ll be able to take care of the injury on your own. Not properly anyways. And infection is dangerous - even with healers around to help.

You let out a soft sigh, turning back to face the water, your shirt still clutched tightly to your front like some sort of lifeline.

“That’s - yes. I can’t…I can’t reach it on my own,” you admit softly, trying not to quake in shame as you hear his soft footfalls approach.

The thud of his boots in the grass and quiet splash of water is the only thing that lets you know how close he is, your eyes still trained on the river in front of you.

Soon you feel a presence at your back, and Halsins voice meets your ears once more.

“May I touch you?”

The question is simple, yet it ignites a bitterness you hadn’t realized was there. “You have to in order to treat me, don’t you?”

If Halsin reacts to your snappy reply, he doesn’t say anything, instead you feel him settle onto the rock behind you, water rippling between your bodies as a gentle hand rest on your shoulder

“It is ideal, yes, but I will not force my help upon you if you do not wish it.”

His breath is warm against your neck, and you can’t suppress the shudder that runs through you. Shame wells in you again, but this time at yourself. He’s just trying to help and you’re letting your own insecurities - your own self hatred spew at the wrong person.

“I’m sorry, yes - it’s fine. I’m not…used to this is all. I don’t like people seeing me like…like this,” your admission is a soft, broken thing, almost lost amongst the babbling water if it weren’t for Halsin’s close proximity.

He lets out a low hum just as you feel the unfamiliar warmth of healing magic along your back, seeing the golden glow from the corner of your eye.

“A good healer would never shame those needing his help,” he tells you, the hand on your shoulder giving you a reassuring squeeze. “My aid is available whenever you require.”

You shake your head, a scoff slipping past your lips. “That’s not…thank you.”

Your initial words die on your lips, the true reason for your hesitance unwilling to reveal itself so soon. And if Halsin notices your deflection he doesn’t say anything, instead he lets silence fill the air between you until finally that comforting warmth disappears from your skin, the glow dissipating.

“Is there anything else I can help with?”

The automatic refusal sits on your tounge once more but you stop yourself, instead moving to hold up your other arm, showing him the claw marks that have already started to scab.

“Of course,” he says and you can hear him shift behind you. “Would you be comfortable facing me?”

You nod, and for the first time you find yourself telling the truth. For the first time in as long as you can remember you feel some semblance of safety with someone seeing you like this.

Slowly you turn to face the druid, finally letting the shirt you were holding drop from your grip, tossing it back to shore. You still have your underwear on, and you’re sure the man before you had seen worse.

Once you’re settled, you find yourself fave to face with Halsin for the first time tonight, and the first thing you notice is his smile.

It’s a tiny thing, small and reassuring and kind. An emotion you’re not used to seeing in this state of undress.

He gently takes your arm in his hand and applies the same treatment as before. Magic emits from his palm, wrapping your arm in small tendrils of golden light as the healing warmth envelops you once more.

“Will there be scars?”

The question falls from your lips before you can stop it, and you watch as Halsin’s brow furrows.

“This one should leave minimal scarring, if any at all. The creatures claws did not dig deep. But the wound on your shoulder was…” he pauses. “Even magic cannot overpower nature at times. It will most likely leave a mark,” he smiles again, “but you do not seem a stranger to those.”

His words cut deep, hitting you where you know he doesn’t mean too. But your shame, your insecurity rears it’s ugly head again, and you yank your arm from his grip - the magic dispelling as his touch does.

“You don’t have to be an ass about it,” you hiss, moving to stand uncaring of your half healed wound, or the way you teeter on unsteady feet.

“Wait,” a strong hand reaches to capture your own before you can leave. “I meant no offense, truly.”

His words cause you to pause, and you reluctantly turn to look down at where he still sits in the water. His smile is gone, lips downturned and eyes pleading.

“Then what did you mean if not to make fun of my disfigurement - of the very things I hate most.”

Halsin stands to join you, eyes searching your own until he has his feet beneath him and then your hands clasped in his own.

“I did not think it was something you felt ashamed of or I would not have made the jest. I apologize for not treading more carefully but…” he pauses again, weighing his words. “Your scars…they are nothing to be ashamed of.”

You want to laugh, can feel it bubbling up in your chest. A bitter, nasty little sound that wants to make itself known. But you choke it down, the weight of his words helping you to do so.

“But they’re…ugly. Hideous. I’ve heard it enough throughout my life that…it must be true.” Your words are broken, reflecting exactly how you feel inside. How you’ve felt for so long.

Quickly a hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb wiping away tears you hadn’t even realized started to fall.

Halsins mouth is set in a thin line, eyes serious as he guides you to look at him.

“Whoever whispered those lies into your ears deserves a fate worse than the Oak Father can give,” he tells you, eyes falling down to take you in entirely. “Nature may be beautiful, but it is far from perfect - and sometimes it is far from merciful.”

Slowly, he takes drops his hand from your cheek, instead taking your hand in his and guiding your arm upwards. He uses his other hand to begin tracing the scars that cascade across your skin, some small and some large - all with different stories.

His fingers are gentle, barley a whisper on your skin as they travel upwards towards your shoulder and eventually he turns you to face away from him again, his fingers continuing their journey down your back.

“Scars are a part of one’s life, just as nature intended. They tell the story of where life has taken you, of where you’ve been.”

His breath ghosts against your shoulder and a shiver runs through you as his lips ghost over the scar of the wound he just healed.

“Some may have more than others, but that just means their stories are easier to read,” he comes around to your front again, looking down at you with a reverence you’ve never seen before.

“Would you look upon my face and call me hideous for the scars I bear?”

Your heart leaps into your throat, eyes widening. “No! Of course not, you’re…I think you’re…beautiful.”

Halsin smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then why can you not show yourself the same kindness?”

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never…thought about it like that.” You say honestly, eyes casting downwards.

Halsin quickly redirects your attention, bringing up his arm and removing one of his bracers, showing yet another scar. It’s white and faded with time but you can tell it was from a terrible wound that was never treated properly.

“I received this one early in my youth. I thought myself a proper druid, ready to take on even the toughest foes. However, a displacer beast was quick to show me otherwise. I was left with a scar and a lesson learned, encouraging me to not only work hard to attune with nature and its magic but to step back and think before charging head first into a situation.”

His words are wise, and you find yourself studying the scar with curiosity rather than disgust as you have with your own.

The next while continues on like this, Halsin slowly showing you his scars and telling the stories behind them. Eventually you both end up sitting on the bank to dry as the stories continue. And eventually, he gets you to open up too - staring with small mundane scars and stories before eventually revealing the scars you hated most and what led to them. Except…as the night goes on, you find the hatred giving way to nostalgia. Some of them came from memories that make laughter bubble in your chest. Like the time an old childhood friend wanted to try to knock an apple from your head with an arrow but instead left you with a scar on your temple and a fear of inexperienced archers. Or the time you had slipped in the river trying to catch frogs with that same friend and gained a scar on your knee.

Another pleasant story had just finished and Halsin smiled at you, eyes crinkling at the corners in the way you’ve come to admire.

“See, your scars, no matter how much you may detest them, tell your story - each one a different page.” Slowly he takes your hand in his own, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “And I would be happy to know each and every one if you’ll let me.”

His words make butterflies erupt in your stomach and heat rush to your cheeks as you nod.

“It might take a while,” you gesture to yourself, “there’s…lots of pages.”

If it’s even possible, his grin widens. “All the better - it just means more time spent with you.”

You move before you can think, acting on what little bit of courage has gathered in your chest as you lean towards him and press a quick kiss to his lips. You move to retreat, just in case you have read the signs wrong. But a warm hand comes up to rest at the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he kisses you back.

His lips are warm and gentle against yours and you feel like you might melt into a puddle right here. But your elation is cut just short as Halsin pulls away, gazing at you happily.

“You are beautiful,” he says softly, “enough to rival nature itself. Please come to me if you ever need to be reminded of that.”

Suddenly bashful, you give him a small nod before leaning into him again, but this time just to rest your head on his shoulder as your arms slip around his middle. Halsin returns the embrace, strong arms slipping around you and cocooning you in a comforting warmth.

You still have a long way to go, but with Halsin at your side…the journey might be a little more bearable.

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin

[naviavu]

Okay we all know this trope with Ayato and daughter of some Inazuman clan, but hear me out... Ayato and nymph from Chinju forest. He found you when he was coming from beetle fight with Itto, you were laying unconscious in this pretty, translucent dress. Of course, as a gentleman, he takes you to his manor, where you are treated properly. You can't remember who you are or what were you doing, but it's alright, he says, he will take care of you from now on 👀

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND 

PAIRINGS: yandere!ayato x nymph!reader

TAGS: noncon, abuse of power, somnophilia, implied fem!chubby!reader, manipulation, creampie, breeding, shy and insecure reader, kinda lore-y?, ayato is lovesick, gaslighting, ayato is a mastermind and now you’re his

WORDS: 5.6k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: after a whole ass year, guess who’s BACK. anon, thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea and i hope you’re still around (no mentions of itto tho, sorry ☹) as usual, college got in the way but at least i’m getting an internship this year (yay! finally getting paid lol). oddly enough, this fic was the easiest and least stressful to write despite me procrastinating it the most. i hope you enjoy a darker twist in ayato’s characterization! may you have a blessed year, readers <3

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner.” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver from his gaze. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Bathing in Chinju Forest alone at night wasn't the most excellent idea.

You curse as you look around, surrounded by clear waters and tall trees. The night flowers glow a faint blue, enough for you to see a path towards the nearby Torri gate. On the side, your sister’s potion cabin is empty. From here, you can still smell a whiff of whatever Danalise was brewing hours ago before she left.

After receiving news that there are members of the Shuumatsuban waiting for them by the nymph’s dwellings, your sisters have long left before sunset, leaving you alone to bask in the peaceful forest. By this time, they must be discussing affairs with your eldest sister, Danalise, the nymph’s village chief.

As the outcast, your presence isn’t needed. It's not like your sisters ever trusted you to handle political matters or tried to include you in civic discussions, anyway. It was enough for them that you stay out of their way and let smarter and more capable people take the reins. You weren’t talented as Adasia; that birds hum along when you sing. Or Phia, whose paintings and sculptures rival those in real life. Or as smart as your favorite sister Danalise, who’s made countless nymph medicines and healed dozens of the remaining few.

But you didn’t have to be this careless.

You relax when you see your nightgown still perched by the river’s rocks. There have been multiple accounts of perverts-- ordinary men, samurais, and nobility alike-- stealing your sisters’ garments while they bathe, putting you in unease. This wasn’t your first time bathing alone, but it was your first time accidentally staying until night.

Touching the amethyst pendant of your necklace, you silently thank the Archon that no one has attempted to do such a thing. You slip your clothes on.

Well… it’s further proof that even your beauty paled compared to your sisters.

You shake your head. You chose to be alone in the first place to erase negative thoughts that have been brewing for the past week, and it frustrates you how easily it returns.

No more than five steps into the forest, a small vial silently rolls.

It was too late when you hear the glass crack beneath your hard slippers.

You retch. Losing control of your body, you double over and cough violently.

Your body falls on a nearby tree. "Someone– please– help!" You're scared and confused and alone, senses overwhelmed by the foul scent.

Your head spins. The world turns dark, and the last thing you see is pale blue hair and purple eyes.

"--ord, she's awake!" A voice calls out, and your head pounds.

Everything feels too soft.

Where were your sisters?

Footsteps arrive near you. "Good. Ayaka worries too much, and she wasn't even the one who found this cute nymph passed out on the forest floor."

Ayaka? Lady Kamisato Ayaka?

You open your eyes and see Kamisato Ayato.

On his side is Thoma. Even though you’re not close, his familiar face brings you comfort. You’ve seen him talking with your sisters every once in a while.

You sigh in relief, before tensing up again. You were inside the residence of the Yashiro Commissioner himself!

The man beside you raises his gloved hand to touch your forehead. "How are you feeling– oh!"

You squeak and block him away. "Sorry, sorry! Sorry, Lord… Sir… Ayato." You turn red. So much for good impressions. What if your sisters find out that you embarrassed yourself in front of him?  "I'm really confused. Where am I?" You cringe internally. In the Kamisato Estate, of course!

He pays no mind, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. He dismisses Thoma.

"In the Kamisato Estate, inside one of our guest rooms. You were out for a whole day," The shoji on the side of the room is open, letting in pleasant sunlight that warmed your skin. Inside your kimono is your nightgown from yesterday. Your necklace is still intact.

"I found you unconscious by the river when I was passing by Chinju Forest,” His brows furrow with concern, and you flush. You’ve heard rumors of his cold beauty, but nothing compares to seeing him up close. "I had to take you here to be treated immediately. Worry not, I already sent men to inform your sisters of your situation."

You bow, now feeling the ache of your sore body. "Thank you so much, my lord."

He shakes his head. "You need to be careful next time. Nymph or not, bathing alone in public places is dangerous."

It doesn’t help that the nymph's reputation has weakened over the past decades. We’re no longer the powerful creatures that we used to be. Your eyes remain on the pristine white sheets. “But I don’t blame you. The potion used on you was quite…”

"The potion?”

“The thing that knocked you out, (Y/N). Do you not remember?” Lord Kamisato reaches into his suit pocket and brings out what looks like a small perfume bottle, no bigger than three inches, decorated with intricate hearts on the front. "The bottle design suggests that whoever created this is from a foreign land. Sumerian, even. But I cannot be sure unless we get a hand on another sample of the liquid itself."

Your eyes widen. “You plan to catch whoever caused my… unconsciousness, my Lord?”

“Not just plan. I will catch them, (Y/N). I cannot let this happen again, and the fact that it did shows that I lacked vigilance in protecting my people.” You think it was too much effort for one simple case, but you suppress the urge to refute him and dare not interrupt. You can only be grateful for his initiative.

He puts the small bottle back in his pocket. “With that being said, I require you to stay in the Estate for a week to ensure your recovery and monitor you should there be any long-term effects.”

You freeze and the man gives you an apologetic smile. “It’s protocol, and for the best interests of all people in the community. I hope you understand, (Y/N).”

“O-Of course, my lord! I’m thankful for all of your efforts, and I’ll help your investigation as much as possible.” He smiles genuinely this time at your eagerness.

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner, (Y/N).” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Nobody arrived to pick you up one week later.

It is common knowledge to Inazumans that the nymphs from Chinju Forest have been under the Kamisatos protection since the dawn of time, as their ancestors helped each other to grow and survive through different eras. The nymphs gather resources from the forest that helped the Kamisatos grow in their administrative standing, and in exchange, the nymphs and their village are protected from invaders and political monopoly while letting them live a peaceful life. When the time came that the Kamisatos became one of the most powerful clans in the country, they never stopped supporting the nymph’s village.

It was inevitable that one of your sisters fell in love with a clan member. Whoever she was, she had long passed or had gone missing—and even your sisters who have lived longer than you refuse to talk about her.

Rumors say that the Kamisato patriarch was poisoned because a nymph had wanted his love, but he only loved his wife. And so follows the tragedy of losing both Kamisato heads that forced their children, Ayato and Ayaka, to take over their responsibilities and grow up too fast.

Hence your sisters’ fear of the Kamisatos. They have been nothing but kind during diplomatic talks, but you can’t blame them for being wary: the case was never solved, after all. When Danalise interrogated every sister to tears (including you, at such a young age) the night that the Kamisato patriarch’s death had spread around Inazuma, no one admitted anything.

As a safety net, everyone kept their distance: weekly meetings in the nymph’s village became monthly, your sisters avoided collecting food near the Estate, and the staff weren’t as friendly to them anymore.

No one from the Kamisato Estate questioned this change. The seed of distrust had already taken its root.

However, living with them proved you wrong.

Upon Lord Ayato’s absence because of the investigation, Lady Ayaka and Thoma frequently checked up on you. You couldn’t refuse when they first invited you to dinner since Thoma told you that Ayaka was often lonely, and it was rare for her to hang out and let loose with someone else. The staff had been accommodating during your stay, even going far to prevent you from doing simple chores.

You felt like a freeloader. When you insisted that you needed physical activity to speed up your recovery, the servants shook their heads politely. ‘The Commissioner’s order,’ they said.

When Ayato finally arrived home, you greeted him with utmost respect. He laughed and patted your head. “No need for the formalities, my dear. Or else I shall feel bashful that a beauty like you insist on calling me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’.”

You can still hear his pleasant laughter in the hallways after you bolt to your room. Your scream is muffled on your pillow.

Curse your stupid crush on him.

An hour later, one of the servants knocked. “Lady (Y/N), Lord Ayato has called for you in his quarters.”

Against your will, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock twice. “Sir Ayato?”

Ayato opens the door, still wearing his travel clothes. “Come inside, (Y/N).”

As easy as breathing, you immediately recognize the woman behind him. “Dana!”

You waste no time and tackle her in a hug.

Your sister sighs and pries your arms away. "How have you been doing? Not being a burden to the Commissioner, I hope?" She’s clad in her formal garments, but something weighs down her usually confident stance.

The indifference in her eyes and cold words hurt you. You take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself.

You expected Dana to miss you as much as you did, since she was the only one who paid attention to you and cared for your well-being.

Nevertheless, her presence brought a smile to your face. It felt like home was near.

You shake your head. "No! I’ve been trying to help around the house, I promise!”

Silence encompasses the three of you. Outside, the busy staff continue working around the estate. Some are tasked to prepare a child’s room.

You bounce on your feet, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “Sister, are we going to go home?”

"(Y/N)..." Ayato clears his throat. You look at him expectantly. "Upon consulting multiple Inazuman scholars, the potion you inhaled was reported to be a… potency potion for nymphs,” He stops, gauging your reaction.

Only the rapid beating of your heart betrays your calm façade. “What… what do you mean by that, my lord?” You ask, voice steady. You don’t want to know. You’ve had enough of potions and investigation. You just want to go home.

He briefly glances at Dana, silently asking for permission to proceed. Your sister, ever so helpful, refuses to look at both of you. Her glossy black hair covers her face as she looks down.

(Unbeknownst to you, she was seething with anger. Your sister cannot find the courage to look at you.)

Her unusual behavior puts you more on edge, like seconds before tittering off a cliff. “L-Lord Ayato,” Your voice breaks. “Please continue what you were saying.”

He takes a deep breath. “The strange potion puts you to sleep and makes your body more reactive to… stimulation. It’s highly likely that you’ve fallen victim to a person’s sinful desires.”

The whole world stops, and the room expands.

Like that night in the forest, you feel scared, confused, and alone.

You whisper. “I don’t understand.” But you do.

“It’s an aphrodisiac laced with a sleeping drug!” Dana yells, voice shrill. You visibly recoil, feeling her anger come off in waves. “It means that some scum has been planning to violate you.”

“What? I don’t…” The soreness between your thighs. Faint bruises on your wrists. A fading hickey on your neck near the back of it, one that you just noticed last night. Dana does nothing to comfort you, only glaring daggers at your shaking form. Tears well up in your eyes.

Your sister prances around the room, her heavy steps pounding your head. “I told you to go home before sundown! Why didn’t you listen to me?"

“Now, it’s highly improper to blame her,” Ayato interjects. Dana glares at him and clenches her fist.

He moves in front of you and grasps your hands.  "I don’t want to delay the investigation further. We decided you can't return to our village until we catch who did this. The situation has worsened now that we know the culprit’s intentions."

"But how long would that take!" You shout.

(You miss the split second of anger in his eyes.)

You plead. "I just want to go home, Dana, please. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen."

"You might endanger your sisters, (Y/N)! We are not leading a criminal inside our home just because of your selfishness," Her words felt like death sentence. The last time you saw your sister with a hopeless look in her eyes was after she failed to catch the culprit of the Kamisato patriarch’s death.

Your soft sobs pierce the silence. "I’ll… come back for you when the time comes."

(Ayato’s hand delicately trails on the back of your neck to soothe you.)

Dana’s eyes widen, and she looks away. You don’t hear her whisper, ‘this is for the greater good.’

You’re inconsolable when the door slams and she leaves. Ayato wraps you in his arms. You don’t care if your tears soak his perfectly-ironed coat.

You spend the rest of the day in his quarters, sitting beside him while he does paperwork. He gives you a glance every once in a while, a hand rubbing circles on your back when he notices you trying to stifle your cries. Your face glows a faint red, not because of your sadness but because of his intimate actions.

He’s too close. It’s all inappropriate. You tell yourself that Lord Kamisato is just being kind.

But he’s there when you needed comfort and safety the most.

That night, you fiddle with your necklace. You vaguely remember your sisters giving this to you on your birthday.

Betrayal burns through you. You want to break it from your neck.

(You don’t.

Instead of your past, the amethyst pendant starts to remind you of the Commissioner’s eyes.)

You lose track of time. A week with no news from Dana or any of your sisters felt like agonizing years.

You’ve become restless. Every day, you ask where Ayato is.

“He’s working hard to investigate your case, Lady (Y/N).” The staff says. Their eyes that once filled with joy upon seeing you are now laced with concern and pity. “We do not know when he’ll be back.”

Being the black sheep of the nymph village is something that you accepted long ago. Still, you thought that Danalise would still fight to take you back because you trusted her as your eldest sister and your leader.

You hate that she abandoned you. You also hate that you still longed for your sisters’ presence more than anything else.

Your footsteps patter on the freshly-cleaned wooden floor. "Sir Junichi, do you know where my necklace is? It’s been missing since last night."

“Good morning, (Y/N)." The old man sneezes. On his hand is a wedding dress, elegant but dusty. The colors are vibrant and the fabric has no frays despite the old and traditional style.

You remember one of the portraits hung by the dining room where the Kamisato siblings' mother wear the exact same dress. Why is he holding that?

"I’m not sure, but I think I saw one in Lord Kamisato's office."

A faint blush appears on your cheeks when you remember the day you spent with him. "Thank you."

There was no one inside Ayato’s room, despite him being home. On the table, the rare sight of his organized documents greeted you. Several letters and a freshly inked fountain pen rest by the windows. Souvenirs from Lady Ayaka are displayed on the shelves, all with no dust. A picture of him, Thoma, Taromaru, and Lady Ayaka together in a festival is delicately pinned on the corner of the makeshift bulletin board. The sight warms your heart.

Carefully looking around, your necklace glints whilst hung on the high cabinets. You tiptoe and pull. It barely budges. You reach out and swiftly grab the necklace that the cabinet doors open.

Dozens of empty bottles roll out and you shield yourself from the fall.

A familiar rotten smell invades your scent. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

You jump on your feet and run before colliding with a body. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here–"

"Thoma!" You shout as your voice shakes in fear. "He's lying! He violated me!"

"What– who violated you? Please, breathe and calm down."

"Ayato-- Lord Kamisato–" You gasp out, realizing that Thoma is Ayato’s closest friend. "There was no one else in that forest, just him, I saw him– and he said I was violated before he arrived, and that doesn't make sense because he was there before I blacked out! Thoma, please, I know I sound crazy, you have to believe me," You tremble.

In the midst of your frantic words, Thoma appears confused. "You're saying that… it was Lord Ayato who had violated you?" He whispers carefully, hesitant with his words. You nod urgently.

Your thoughts were racing, but you knew one thing: you must get out of this place now. Thoma have always been kind, patient, and understanding, so he will believe you–

"--don't think Thoma believes a word, don't you? Leave us, Thoma."

The housekeeper pulls away from your embrace, curtsied 'm'lord' before exiting and shutting the kanban behind him.

You freeze. You should have known where his loyalties lie.

Behind you, you hear Ayato pick up one bottle. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth. “Find out what.”

“Playing dumb now that I’ve arrived?” He laughs. It sounded melodious when you first heard it; now it twisted your guts. “Not the smartest move, (Y/N).”

“I want to hear you say it. Answer me, Ayato!"

You whimper as your chin is roughly grabbed from behind, forcing you to face him. “I get that you’re upset, but I don’t appreciate the disrespect, princess. Now, let’s start.” He clasps his hand around your arm firmly. “Took you roughly two weeks to find out. Guess there's no denying that now, huh?"  

"Please spare me your explanations, Lord Kamisato," You cried out, hurt and betrayal in your eyes. "I'll make sure that everyone in this Estate knows how much of a degenerate you are–let go of me!"

“The Estate," He whispers, voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is mine. Thoma continued his duties per usual after walking out. Ayaka is happy I finally found a fitting partner to continue our bloodline. My servants always kept an eye on you whenever I was gone. I watched your every move, darling."

"Your pathetic attempts to escape will be halted, and you'll end up in your room again. Worse, on mine," You pulled around and trashed, screaming and shouting and fighting before a bottle was opened, and you inhaled that scent again. "Breathe, my love.”

When you wake, your body was already in the throes of passion.

"Feeling good, love?" Ayato sighs, lost in the pleasure. He thrusts slowly inside you. "Look at us, spending the night in each other's arms like that day in the forest."

He leers at your panicked form, seeing your eyes go wide. He’s naked, and in the corner of your eye, you see his clothes discarded haphazardly in a pile mixed with yours. "Nymphs are easily swayed, aren't they? It only took a few threats to convince them to give you to me. They didn't even want money. They immediately agreed to leave you defenseless so I could finally make a move after all these years.”

You freeze and shut your eyes in response. He tuts and squeezes your neck, so you open your eyes again in fear. "Listen closely, (Y/N). You want to know the truth, right?”

“See your sister’s little cabin right there?” You squeal as Ayato grips your waist and sets you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. “That’s where she does her little experiments, no? Did she tell you what she was brewing that day they left you on the river?” You whimper in response, dreading whatever he will say next. You don’t want to believe it.

Ayato laughs, his hot breath ghosting your neck. You shiver in response. “That’s right. The aphrodisiac I’ve been pretending to ‘investigate’. I guess I still have to thank her.”

He embraces you closer, a hand snaking to cup your tits. You try to slap his hand away, but he grasps your wrists with his other hand. "Ah ah. You need to behave if you want me to tell you the whole story.”

“I have no use for your stupid stories,” You spat.

“Really now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your sister who wanted to seduce my father?”

You have no answer. All your life, you’ve always wondered if someone out there knew the truth.

He speaks before you say your answer. “Little one… no one poisoned my father.”

You stop. “What?”

Ayato hums. “It was an accident; he explored the woods one night and accidentally ventured too deep until he was lost, tired, and hungry. Fortunately, he saw a cabin. Your sister’s cabin. Unfortunately, your sister stupidly stored her toxic potions near the entrance door. With no light, he accidentally knocked down one strong enough to kill him. One small bottle was enough to take his life," He whispers. "It’s been ten years since then. Nobody knew but me… until I decided it was time for your clan to face the repercussions."

“That hag Danalise begged; you know. She asked that I spare the rest of you from punishment and take her instead. But I wanted nothing to do with that stupid wench.” He suddenly bites down your neck, and you yelp. He then caresses the hickey with his tongue to soothe the area. “But you, my dear (Y/N)…” He growls. “I wanted everything to do with you.”

You don’t want to believe it. Under the night sky, wetness dripped from your pussy to his thighs, reminding you that his thickness had been inside you twice without you knowing. This bewitching, powerful man is utterly, completely obsessed with you.

"So I became the sacrificial lamb?" You hiccupped. “Jokes on you, I’m the worst one. Any of my sisters could’ve been a better pick.” You press on. There’s nothing to lose anymore. Everyone you knew betrayed you.

"There’s that sad look on your face again." He gently takes your chin to face him. A look of adoration crosses his eyes and you look away, feeling vulnerable. “I picked you, (Y/N). Not any of them. You.”

"After my father's death, I was angry. I loathed your family. I instructed my people to watch out for you nymphs, especially those who dare go near our territory," He whispers, and you reel back. "Imagine my surprise when my people told me there was one naive enough to bathe alone in the forest. I had to go and see you for myself. Then I saw you… your body, naked as the night… your curves glistening in the moonlight."

“My decision was made from then on.” You don’t resist when his hand drops down to your pussy and starts to rub your folds. Your aching core is overstimulated and sensitive at the same time. “An eye for an eye. You shall be my wife, and I will do anything I can to ensure you’ll be mine.”

His hand stroking you, rubbing you in places that no one ever had, has your mind reeling from pleasure. In your calmer state, you’ve become less resistant to his touches, and your body starts to ache for more. Your face flushes at the sound of the slick between your thighs.

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

He grinds his palm to your aching clit, and you moan. “Ah—my lord!”

Ayato smirks and lets out a small laugh. “That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers, nibbling the shell of your ear. “I told you I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Here, lie on the grass," He carefully puts you down on the cool land and spreads your legs.

You fluster at his ravenous gaze, staring intently at your dripping pussy. Laying bare in front of a man for the first time—your captor, no less—awakens something primal inside you. “Gods, look at you. Your pussy is pretty just like the rest of you. Couldn’t stop thinking about this every day for the past month since I first laid my eyes on it.”

Ayato presses his face flush against the inside of your thighs, face dangerously close to your core. You mewl– both in pleasure and shame of him seeing your intimate part up close. "Am I the first man to taste you, my love?"

When you refuse to look at him to answer, he chuckles lightheartedly, underneath, full of lust. "I would've known if you had lain with another, sweetheart. Anyone who attempted would’ve been executed and disappeared." You feel his arm tighten the grip around your waist, possessive and dominating. "Nymphs are famous for their sweet ambrosia, am I right?"

Ayato dived in and licked a strip of your core.

Your hands tighten on his pale blue tresses, unconsciously pulling him closer. "My lord, please stop! I don't want this– oh!"

"You taste exquisite, my darling," He growls. The man feels his chest emitting a growl, beastly and unlike anything he's felt before. "I could eat you up all night and never get tired. You’re the best meal I've ever had."

And he does, slurping and licking for what seems like forever while you moan and keel to his tongue. You're lost in the pleasure, unintendedly singing such beautiful high-pitched noises that sent arousal to his groin. His cock is painfully hard, and he wants to break you. He grips your thighs stronger and circles his tongue on your clit.

You feel a tightening coil inside your stomach. You pant. "My lord, please, I don't know what's happening,"

"Let go. Come," He says, and everything around you explodes in white-hot pleasure.

You were too dazed and disoriented to realize that you passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you woke up to Ayato pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. "Stay awake, my love. We're not yet done."

Too exhausted to protest, your whole body relaxes. Ayato sighs and kisses your hair, fingers trailing down your strands.

He's proud of the mess he made you.

He cups your breasts and you gasp, body succumbing to his touch. You think it's dangerous that you slowly become familiar and yearn for his touch, but it's not so bad either.

With every touch, you feel appreciated and worthy of attention.

Above all, you feel loved.

You look at him again, naked and skin glistening in the moonlight. His pale blue hair is loose, draping around his shoulder like shiny ribbons.

He's as handsome as the day you first saw him in the Estate.

"Oh?" Ayato teases. "You're the beautiful one here, sweetheart. I am merely your worshipper tonight."

He positions your thighs, opening them once again. You whine when he strokes your tender folds. Between your legs and his is his cock, huge and throbbing with dripping beads of precum. He takes your hand and lets you grip it gently. "You feel that, baby? This is only for you."

It twitches on your hand. You tug it, and he moans.

"It’s—it’s big," He kisses your burning cheeks. "Darling, don’t worry. I would never hurt you. Come, put your arms around me," He places your languid arms around him. Your hold on him is tense. "It's okay, baby. You can scratch me if it's painful; I won't get mad." Your lips melt into his again; your breaths become fogs mingling. "Ready?"

He puts the tip in, and you feel stinging the stretch of his cock that you arch your back and shudder. Your nails leave marks on his back. Ayato hisses. "Archons, you're so tight… Princess, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You mutter. "I think so. A-ah… you're so big, my lord."

Pride swells in his chest. "You made it that way. Tell me when you've adjusted, okay? I'm not going to move unless you tell me to," His eyes brimmed with fondness and affection that it made your heart skip a beat. A glimpse of what Ayato truly felt for you; aside from his sick obsession, he was a man who truly adored you and is willing to serve all your desires. "Stay still, doll. Don't worry about me. Try to relax."

After a few moments of shifting, you’ve become accustomed to his size. He fits perfectly. "I-I'm okay. Please… take me."

Ayato goes in deep, fully sheaths himself inside you, and he feels as if everything he’s ever experienced was made for this moment. "Gods, thank you so much for allowing me to do this, sweet girl. I love you so much. Always have."

And so he lost himself between you, the stars, and the mysteries of Chinju forest. He thinks about when he first saw you and swore to himself that you would be by his side and how this was finally the culmination of his dream. He thrusts wild as if memorizing the spots with the most of your pleasure and ram himself like a man driven mad by passion and lust.

"Ah, I should take you back to the Estate after this, no?" Ayato grunts when he feels you tighten around his length. Your spongy walls feel like paradise. "Make you my wife. It won't be easy, but I could clear your name, and your sisters will live peacefully," He reaches out to toy with your breasts, letting them mold on his hand. "I'll give you the best life I have to offer, (Y/N). You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. Just say yes."

He continues, murmuring ramblings that you don't even understand because of the rapture you're in. You feel the coil building up again, and Ayato does too, as he fucks into you faster and almost losing his grip. "Please, let's cum together. Be with me, sweetheart."

Both of you slowly lose yourselves and– "Ah!"

The two of you explode in pleasure, and only the forest hears your loving cries. Your fine nails break his porcelain skin, leaving a trail of red behind. Ayato holds you closer, molding perfectly into each other as you both chase your highs under the night sky. He kisses you again, and you return his efforts this time, finding that his lips are far softer and less suffocating when he’s gentle. You think feel a stray tear from his eyes escape. “Lord Ayato… please take me home.”

"Ah, I love you so much," He whispers. He looks at your afterglow, all dopey and tranquil. He thinks about the necklace you left in the Estate. He’ll give you much, much more. "I'll make a future with you."

#navi's writings #naviavu #yandere genshin impact #yandere ayato #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere x you #genshin smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #ayato smut #yandere smut #genshin ayato smut #yandere genshin

[jazzmasternot]

What kind of liquor everyone at the hotel drinks

This is a continuation of @hazelfoureyes’s post abt what kind of drunk everyone is.

My credentials for this that I’m a bartender and work in both restaurants and nightlife so I’ve served all kinds of ppl and Ik what customers want before they even order.

Alastor

So we know this man likes rye and I stonefly believe that he would drink either uncle nearest or makers mark. I mean cmon have you seen the bottle for makers mark it even fits his aesthetic. And yes he will smoke a fat cigar with it too.

Lucifer

Yeah this man drinks wine and is real pretentious about it too, he just gives off mega wine drunk type energy. Like will try to tell you all about how this wine is special because you can taste the hints of sandal wood and how it has a appley after taste even tho no one cares. Also the kind of person to say “I’m just gonna have one glass” then boom the entire bottle is empty.

Angel dust

He drinks vodka you can’t tell me otherwise, he’ll drink tequila when he really wants to turn up but it’s mainly vodka. His favorite is a vodka Martini with little (none) vernouth, so just shaken vodka in a martini glass and yes he can tell if you didn’t shake it. His favorite is highway vodka yk the one that’s made with weed and gets you a lil high aswell.

Husk

Another whiskey drinker everyone, I mean he even says it in the show, straight from the bottle no less. It’s probably either jack Daniel’s or Hennessy doesn’t care much about the quality like Alastor does. No rocks glass no ice cube straight up room temp (yuck). Every once in a while he’ll drink jägermeister if he’s feeling particularly devious that night.

Charlie

Listen don’t ever give her straight liquor, bc she will drink it if ppl cheer her on enough and then immediately throw it up, so everyone’s learned their lesson with her. The closest she’d be able to do without dying instantly is the deep eddy Lemmon/grapefruit. Just give her a Bellini or a margarita, also I feel like she’d love lemon drops.

Vaggie

Beer drinker I don’t know why but she gives off a beer girly kinda vibe that makes husks job so much easier. I feel like she’d like the cream and amber ales too. She’d only drink it on draft though no cans or bottles she thinks it ruins the flavor (she’s not wrong) but most ppl don’t understand that. When she’s not drinking beer it’s vodka crans and seabreazes with Tito’s all they and it’s definitely not bc those are the only two cocktail names she knows.

Nifty

Straight tequila no mixer no chaser not even dressed or chilled, right down the hatch bc she likes it when the alcohol just burns on the way down. YAY PAIN! Fun fact tequila isn’t a depressant which is why you start actin crazy when you drink it, and we all saw how she was acting in episode 6 classic tequila drunk behavior.

#the greeks had socrates y’all have me #yes I’m from texas how could you tell? #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel self insert #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel memes #alastor headcanons #alastor the radio demon #fuck you alastor #charlie hazbin hotel #fictional characters #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar fanfiction #hazbin nifty #nifty hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar

[kickis-conan-king]

So I’ve been seeing a lot of lady lance iterations lately and I just. Feel like people take lance as he is in his little baseball tee and just give him long hair for the lady version and just NO. Lance would be a GIRLIE girlie. He already participates in feminine associated activities canonically-face masks and stuff etc, we all know this. Raised on girlie gender juice and taught to embrace that stuff I can’t help but feel Lance would be the Y2K manifestation of Girl. Low rise jeans, denim miniskirts, a row of butterfly clips instead of a headband. Lance would work a job just so she could afford her blowout. She would have French tip nails and wear so much jewelry she clinked when she walked. She’d wear so much lipgloss her lips get that gloss glue line where they part and everything she drinks out of would get a glittery lip print. The only reason she would like her flat chest would be because she can wear those handkerchief tube tops. She can do cartwheels in heels. Still an athlete, maybe played basketball or ran track. Personality wise, Lance would still be a bisexual menace, and vain and loud and competitive everything that Lance already is. Imagine Lance delivering the particle barrier line to Allura with just as much gusto but dressed like a member of destiny’s child. Please get on board with this guys, fem!Lance as blue paladin, her baseball tee she wore to space is a blue baseball tee crop top with princess bedazzled on the front, confuses Coran. High ponytail whipping around??? Hello?? Allura and Lance absolute best friends, bond over #justgirlythings. You guys totally nail Keith tho, I get the feeling that no matter the gender that dude is going to be rocking a shaggy mullet, fingerless gloves, black skinny jeans, gogo boots. Lance is still appalled at Keith atrocious fashion sense and gets on her case but now Keith just looks at her and shrugs and goes “I’m a dyke?” And Lance turns completely red, covers her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand and backs away shaking and sweating (like tamaki at the end of ouran ep1) and thinks about that every single night for the foreseeable future for totally normal reasons, sure.

#lance mcclain #klance #keith kogane #yappin #fic inspo #allura #voltron #fem!lance #fem!keith #gender #please lance is so character to me #dyke #is used lovingly

[smilesrobotlover]

each lbl link's cooking ability? Favorite color? and their favorite person?

Sky: he’s inexperienced with cooking, so he’s not good at it. Has no idea what he’s doing. He likes the color red, idk it fits him. Crimson loftwing you know what I mean? And his favorite person is Cloud of course 🥰 (cloud is his Zelda lol)

Minish: he’s ok, he could make those easy to make meals like ramen, maybe be able to follow a simple recipe. But he’ll ask a lot of questions about it. He likes green, specifically a dark or olive green. His favorite person is…. Uh…. I’m gonna say his grandpa, he loves him. They’re buddies. Of course Picori and Malon are his favorite people that are not family.

Time: he also could follow a simple recipe, but he doesn’t understand it enough to know what he’s doing. Idk, he wears green a lot so maybe he really likes green but I kinda want him to also love the color pink. I think that’d be cute, he loved Zelda’s dress. Malon of course is his fav person.

Legend: uh, he’s kinda mid at cooking like Minish and Time but I’d say he’s much better at it. Will confidently follow a recipe and won’t need to ask so many questions. I think he’d like the color blue, sky blue or ocean blue. And rn his fav person is Tulip, she’s his best friend and really his rock when he’s dealing with Koholint trauma.

Hyrule: absolutely awful at cooking but he doesn’t notice, mostly due to the fact of having to survive on his own and having to get used to bad food. I’d say he likes a pastel yellow, very pretty, Especially coming from a fairy. And his fav person…. Hmmm… well Peony is his best friend so I guess she may be it? He also loves hanging out with Rose and he confides in her about a lot of stuff, (she does the same).

Twilight: he’s a very good cook, his mama taught him well. I’d say he likes the color emerald green. And his fav person, well not a FAV person but he adores Colin, they are absolute homies (of course his whole family are his homies)

Four: not a good cook, also inexperienced, never had the responsibility of cooking for himself. Tho I’d say out of all the colors Vio is the best cook, he’s literally read every book in the library, even recipe books. The colors like their respective colors lol. Green loves green, blue loves blue, red loves red, and vio love purple. And all the colors LOVE Lily so much, she’s their favorite person, of course Leon is another but Lily is their best friend.

Windy: he’s inexperienced so he’s not very good at it, will burn soup. Idk, I think he’d like the color red, he finds it to be striking and cool. Also the blue on the lobster shirt. Uh, he has a lot of favorite people! Firstly his grandma and Aryll, and then Tetra and Linebeck, and all the pirates. They’re his homies.

Spirit: not good at cooking, not terrible at it but he never does it. Maroon is a good color to him. I think purple is another color he likes. And of COURSE Phantom is his favorite person along with Niko and Alphonzo.

Age: he’s pretty good at it. Not as good as Wild but he has an interest and love for food so he’s good. I love the idea that he loves the more deep ocean blue that the zora armor is. Hence why Mipha made it that color 🥺 and of course Mipha is his fav person. The champions and his family are also up there.

Wild: of COURSE he’s the best cook on the team, he’s phenomenal, remembers recipes insanely good and just KNOWS what will work well together. He’s incredible at it. His fav color is the same as Age’s, but I think he’s grown to love the color emerald green. And his fav person, I suppose Poppy and the champion descendants. Sidon is his best friend, Teba is a dad, Tulin is a lil brother, Riju is a lil sister, and Yunobo is another best friend.

Warriors. He could make a decent enough meal, but it won’t be very seasoned. and I just think that he loves the color of his scarf, it’s just lovely to him. And… favorite person, I feel like all the people he knows and love kind of drifted apart? Even Queen. Does proxie count as a person? She was there for him fr

#warriors needs therapy #poor Queen she doesn’t know how to help him #anyways if y’all don’t recognize a name it’s probably because it’s the Link’s Zelda #poppy is botw Zelda. Lily is FS Zelda. stuff like that #peony is the first Zelda #and rose is from the adventure of link game #asks #link between links #lbl chain

[the-type-a]

Duncney couples costume ideas✨

Debbie & Fester from Addams Family (Gimme a kiss. Gimme a $20.)

Bowser & Princess Peach (Duncan does special FX to give himself scales & horns, it ends up being one of his favorite costumes they’ve done)

Roger & Jessica Rabbit (The moment Duncan seen her dressed up, he stfu and threw those rabbit ears on lmao)

Frankenstein & Frankenstein’s monster! (Originally I thought of them being Frankenstein’s monster & his bride but i can definitely see Courtney as a mad scientist, plus the costume also matches Duncan’s big ass forehead 💀)

Chucky & Tiffany (related to the option above, and cuz Bride of Chucky is one of my all time faves, I can see their toxic selves as them 😂)

Queen of Egypt & a Mummy OR Anubis (ok but like Courtney covered in gold & making her eyes pop with kohl liner? 😩 and I can definitely see Duncan doing Special FX to make himself look like he’s decomposing, but omg him dressed as Anubis, the god who protects and guides souls to the afterlife?? Oof)

Catwoman & Deadpool (Ok so this is one costume that doesn’t really match, at ALL. But! The reason is because everyone’s always like “Hero/Villians” but no, I see both Duncney as more of Anti-Hero’s, not necessarily evil but not good either lol plus, Courtney as catwoman?? Hello?? They definitely fought hard on this costume and couldn’t agree so they both just did their own thing, one Marvel & the other DC lol)

OBVIOUSLY VAMPIRE & WEREWOLF (yes duncney fam, even tho I’ve been gone I’ve been keeping up with what’s going on a lil 👀)

The way I can vividly see them dressed in each of these. Just not Chucky and Tiffany. Not because I don’t agree, but because I’m so absolutely terrified of those movies. Kid trauma rocks :)

#the-type-a #duncney #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #ragamuffin-bites

[zingaplanet]

More asks, you say? Don’t mind if I do. Someone sent me an ask about favorite outfits for Federer and Nadal, either on court or off, so I’m gonna ask you the same. Favorite outfits? (Yes, this is an invitation to pic spam our dashes)

Ey fedal pic spam? why not? So I'll first answer this individually.

For me, the Rafa Nadal I've always remembered and one most probably have etched in their minds is the gladiator, greek god look of his quintessential early days of sleeveless shirt + capri pants style. I just think it represents his fighting spirit perfectly and nobody ever quite rocks them like he did again.

Here's one of my personal favourites, US Open 2005 complete with his trademark bandana and long-hair:

I love when outfits represent people's personalities perfectly. Rafa was never the finesse glamourous tennis superstar people often wanted tennis players to be, he's a fighter, and a very simple guy who just wants to play the game he loves so much. That's why he always feels off-kilter in his off court outfits especially when he has to dress up for those formal gala events. I personally think he looks best when he's most comfortable: By the sea, on his beloved hometown island!

Roger is a different person entirely tho, I don't think we even need to discuss GQ most fashionable man of the year's fashion style do we? This man is insane, he has the ability to make any ridiculous piece of outfit looks good and makes me wanna spend like 100 quid on a bloody sweater, which is bad bad bad for my bank account!

My personal favourite tho, is his turtleneck style

(I MEAN LOOK AT THIS GUY, JEEZ, ISN'T HE LICKABLE OR WHAT)

All in all I love Federer and Nadal's outfits, I think they're one of the only athletes who managed to emanate their personalities into their style in such a way that you can only associate certain things with them! (This didn't happen for Murray and Djokovic for example).

I think there's nothing more suited to paint a picture of their mirror opposite dynamic than the outfits from their legendary 2008 Wimbledon final,

i.e., the Swiss Maestro and the Spanish Bull (?):

Now eternally housed in the Rafa Nadal Academy of course!

Talk about outfits that define history!

#i love me sum old school fedal spam #and fedal outfits! #tx for the asksssss #wimbledon #fedal #roger federer #rafael nadal #AKA FASHION ICONS #Tennis rpf

[ruki--mukami]

High clicking sounds filled the manor, but it turned out that Metsu bought heels... not any heels tho, "Ruki-kun! Look! I bought them 20 inch heels and now I'm gonna rock those babies-!" Her voice cracks as she slipped and to her luck fell down the stairs when she tried to pose in the tall shoes, "Ruki?... is it normal for my ankles to feel this numb? It feels like they're non-existent. Also... I think I miss-located a bone... I don't know which bone- oh wait that's my ribs saying hi to my colon... it's all fun and games but I got one arm stuck under me.... help? Please?" She whines out from the bottom of the stairs.

“Metsu—?! Oi, idiot!!”

Unfortunately, the poor girl collided into the hard mahogany surface of the floor before the Vampire could rescue her from the impending doom of fractured ribs, a rearranged spine, and crushed arms. More so than the catastrophic fall, however, her lack of concern for her own well-being bewildered Ruki above all.

“You moron… Don’t walk in those kind of shoes if you can barely stand on your own two feet!” A genuine visage of utter distraught overcame him as he lifted her off the floor to allow her arm much-needed reprieve. “Are you out of your mind? Good grief… I ought to punish you for making your master worry so much.”

With consideration for her sustained injuries, the Vampire scooped Metsu into his robust arms and carried her to the nearest bedroom downstairs to lie down in a comfortable supine position, all appendages splayed beside her most likely aching body in an attempt to nurse her back to health. The whole time his eyes never left her, which both perplexed and irritated him simultaneously over her own recklessness.

“The stupidity never ends with you. Just stay put for now. Truth be told, I had something special prepared for you today. One that might even complement your shoes had they been several inches shorter. Although it seems now a punishment, rather than a reward, is in order for you. Of course, that can wait until after you’ve recovered.”  

Unbeknownst to her, a vibrant pink dress remained in the closet, one that he intended to give to Metsu had it not been for her unforeseen descent down the stairs.

For now, he stayed silent about it and instead watched over her.

“Human bones take weeks, perhaps even months, to heal on their own. Though I’m uncertain if the same can be said for shapeshifters like you,” he let out the most annoyed sigh he ever has in years. “Rest well, Metsu.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #metsu-san #metsu #dress up game

[theartificialdane]

Oh my god not you giving 3/5 for that absolute horror of an outfit V wore 😅 boy V just cannot dress and that’s fine. Like I know you always shit on B’s boy looks but actually B has quite a nice simple boy style often. Just like a lot of male models dress off duty. A simple tank + jeans/leather pants + YSL boots/Balenciaga trainers + YSL bag/Gucci belt bag or one of those simple Balenciaga silk outfits B has many! But boy V somehow just always tries too hard looks wise and they rarely work. But nothing wrong with that tho!!

My dude, you have clearly forgotten the monstrosities B has worn. Because all the stuff you mentioned there is fine, even good! When he goes for off duty model, I’m happy!

It’s when he wears neon shoes with a pastel outfit, or thinks he can rock a hat, or has an outfit that’s soooo close to being good, but then the pants are pinstriped and not black 🥲

Also, I fully hold them to different standarts. Vanj is a little funky dude 💅🏻, and I don’t have to love his outfits for them to make sense within the style he wears. On anyone else, I would have commented on how tight the bottoms are, how the shoes are all wrong, and w-h-y he’s wearing a leather (?) jacket when it’s obviously hot

But, when I can I say, he’s my fruity man 🤷🏼‍♀️ and there’s nothing I can about it

#also #all american fashion looks like V fashion to me #thank you so so so much for this ask! #so fun ❤️❤️❤️ #model Brooke is best Brooke

[longeyelashedtragedy]

all or nothing episode 6: stream of consciousness comments

-ok fuck it i’m going for it

-this episode is called “super mik arteta”

-mikel bothered by the ivan toney tweet and reading it out loud to the squad is SO much lol

-laca just bringing good vibes to everyone...what a fucking sweetheart

-omg when they have to go into that theater room one on one with a coach it has such reality show confessional booth vibes lmao

-mikel saying he’s gonna fine them FIVE THOUSAND POUNDS if they fuck up in the training and everyone’s faces...

-and then granit throwing it right back at him OMG GOD THEY ARE LITERALLY PERFECT

-”did you see what happened between russia and ukraine, guys? how do you feel about that?” MIKEL WTF jadl;fka;dfa;dadfhonestly this is me as a manager tho

-jfc mikel losing his VOICE

-also the way granit just watches him.....lovingly....absorbing it all

-granit being mini manager in the dressing room again

-mikel moving those magnets around the board fast as lightning...imagine what it’s like to be inside his mind 

-laca and emile playing rock paper scissors they are infectious omg

-granit’s BDE and sunshine walking into the canteen...

-mikel and edu plotting in spanish...mikel’s going to spend FIFTEEN HOURS studying the players???? lmao “studying” “the players” (granit)

-OH BOY WE’RE AT MIKEL’S HOUSE NOW

-his kids are so fuckin cute i Scream

- “if he’s on his own at home he will be 24/7 in the office” lorena spitting facts 

-bby oli wearing an arteta 8 jersey and helping his dad light the fire...

-OMG HIS KIDS ARE CALLING HIM OUT ON WORKING TOO HARD and they have little english accents i’m dying

-oli imitating mikel on the phone: “FIVE MORE MINUTES” this is KILLING me

-“dani, you want me to score a goal? it’s on camera so you have to let it go okay? i have to look good” and then he doesn’t let mikel score jfgskjgdkgjdkgl;d

-ok, lorena’s alright i suppose she passes the vibe check too but you know what REALLY passes the vibe check? the whole arteta family like damn my heart is so warm ajdkfl;akdjfadf much to process

-ok back to the Football

-”there’s a thin line between confidence and complacency” this is actually really interesting 

-ben white’s dad hates football??? i’m screaming lmao he had to go play football with his mom’s hair client

-”I just worked so much harder than everybody else”

-”i didn’t meet my wife in a church or in a library i met her in a nightclub” mikel’s latest motivational speech is about him trying to get with lorena maybe that’s why they don’t win this game...it’s the Compulsory Heterosexuality (This is a hilarious fuckin speech tho ngl)

-he forgot the word for library at first gjdkg;ldkg

-granit looking less than impressed when he starts talking about lorena ngl

-ben white being sad after the game is breaking my heart

-mikel always finding a positive spin...interesting tactic ngl.  very diplomat, politician type vibes

-sweet aaron :o

-laca comforting him in the dressing room...i miss this man’s vibes

-granit walking by in his underwear jakdfljakdfdf exCUSE me

-emile sitting there singing hard knock life.....he brings Joyousness every time he shows up on screen i swear

-aaron says having a small squad has made the team get closer

-ben and aaron looking over liverpool match together....jgkdgjd;jkgd

-carlos cuesta’s pep talk to ben is something else alright...his little whisper voice...also wait carlos cuesta is like an actual baby how does he have such BDE

-once again i’m like Freaking Out at the villa game even tho i’ve already seen it

-i’m so tired by this point ajkdfk;ladadf but these episodes were truly iconic like can we just End on this high note

-”YOU GO OUT THERE AND FUCKING TURN THE LIGHT ON AND PLAY FOOTBALL” omg i’m....how are we gonna survive with next week being the last week of these shenanigans MIKEL PUT THAT LIGHTBULB DOWN

#ihc watches all or nothing #name a better love story than me and mikel's tricky reds #too tired for more tags #but like granit is so beautiful it Kills me every time they show his face i'm like ????

[6loodlvstt]

I usually play videogames with no audio cuz when I have it on I get easily bored. For example last month I started pokemon sword and tbh never played it with vol on and when I did that for the first time I was like “? Why the sounds are so annoying?”. Idk probably I’m weird but I get easily overwhelmed with sounds. It’s kinda funny because when I listen to music I listen to black metal/rock in general. But when I’m busy drawing things I like to listen to true crime podcasts. Yeah I’m one of those obsessed with serial killers cases.

And yeah, fear and hunger is just straight up hard. I was surprised the first time but I’m still trying to finish it (I want to die/hj). So far I’m loving sm hades! The character designs are so pretty? Ofc I like Dionysus the most, he was and still is my favorite icon. Just to ask, who’s your fav greek mythological figure? I’m curious. Personally I’m also extremely into the myth of Hyacinth the most. Probably I read too many graphic novels about him ahah. And! Are you perhaps also into egyptian mythology? Since I was a kid I was so obsessed with mummies and the first time I saw one I was so anxious lol.

When I was in school I also had problems at school, mostly because at the time I was the only emo kid and all my classmates were… normal? I liked to dress black, enjoyed spending time writing horror stories and I was a major creepypasta lover. But I genuinely sucked at oral tests. Probably you only had some random quizzes but where I live we also have oral ones. And I fucking hated to speak in front of people. So drawing during classes was a sort of stress relief to my anxiety! So I completely get you :(

This is funny but I always was extremely talented at singing, although at some point I started to find annoying to perform in front of people. And in general the idea of studying in theater looked “uncool” in my teen years. Now I completely changed opinion and I’m a musical fan lol. My family always tried to push me into trying this world in some ways through the years and only some months ago I finally decided to open up. It’s scary tho. You shouldn’t gave up your dreams. Realistically speaking you can start studying in the future if you really want to pursuit violin! ^^

What are you doing now? I hope everything’s going well! <3 -🩹

i always play with audio on since a lot of games i play have audio cues into it, but i understand sometimes the game sounds can be annoying

god me too, to all of the music and the true crime; i mainly liten to true crime at work tho or when im playing minecraft for some strange reason

it sounds like a pain but i so get that,,

my favorite always has been aphrodite and always will be <3

i used to be kinda an egyptian myth nerd but i would have to relearn a lot tbh

sometimes we had presentations tests so i think thats as close to relating with the oral tests but the rest i totally understand

my family is kinda controlling of what i do, if they dont like that i picked up a hobby or something they let me know, like cosplaying for example i find it really difficult because my dads a little creepy and my mom refuses to acknowledge or be arpund me if she notices that i am and its to the point that it becomes a really big problem in my house so now ive got like really expensive cosplays and o barely do it anymore to keep some peace in my house ueue when i move out ill probably pick up a lot of my old hobbies like cosplay, art, streaming, and music stuff maybe ill even pick back up baking who knows!

im still playing dead space tbh,, its so fun but i just asked my brother a steam question and he closed out of dead space so i just lost a good chunk of progress sigghhhh, i hope your days been going well too though :D tell me if you do anything fun <3

#⋆ ♰.˚🩸⌗ d a r l i n g s ˎˊ˗ #╰┈➤ 🩹 anon

[seeutv]

Dreams

🔮Dee and I were running around getting ready for some sort of event at a college and we were using one of our friends room. We went to classes first so we kinda packed haphazardly and left our stuff in place where we’d have to find them to come back later so nobody stole them. So the nupes are having their probate and I’m walking up the stairs so I don’t get in their way. Tell me why Marqus gon grab me by my arm to pull down the stairs and behind them because he was one of the people that made sure others stayed out of the nupes way. He of course couldn’t say anything to me or look at me but I aided an eyebrow and snatched my arm away before heading to our shared room. I told you what happened and you were like oh nah. So as we were talking here comes Marqus. He came to apologize and said that he was only doing his job blah blah. So I was like you know what? Walk with me. I had him come with to help find our makeup stuff and clothes after everything was over and the cafeteria was closing down. We were walking and talking and our hands would brush against each other. One minute we were holding pinkies the next we were holding hands but then we’d drop em when someone walked by and that pretty much repeated the entire walk to the cafe. It was cute. Until he had enough and snatched my hand up and put it in his jacket pocket with his since it was cold. While holding hands he would caress my knuckles and rub our hands together softly because he loved how soft and small mine were. He intertwined them and then go to grasping my hand. Really he was just playing with them with a lil blush on his face. It was cute. We ended up finding pieces of our luggage that I hid around and took it alll the way back to our shared room. He wanted me to come back to his room so we could chill but I told him we had an event/party to go to and that I needed to get ready. So he watched me get dressed and put make up on the whole time with this lil look on his face.

🔮 I was hanging out with Madhouse minus Dee. We were all in this van doing random stuff fr. We were watching a movie and making up alternate realities while outside of a tournament. I stepped inside the tournament to go say hi to a couple of people. Denard was in that dream too but I don’t remember how we interacted. So I leave the tournament once I found out Jervon and them didn’t win. I go outside and I see Marqus pull up. I’m so happy to see him and he’s happy to see me. He’s shy and nonchalant about it tho. He’s not looking me in the eye as he speaks while Jervon is around. When Jervon leaves he comes to me and tells me he missed me. I gave him a hug and told him that I asked the boys to invite him but they said no and then asked him why he missed me. He shyly said because he liked me. And he was murmuring and looking down with his hands in his pockets but I still heard him. My jaw dropped and I smiled and was like you what? I got closer to him so he can say it. He got a call shy again smiling and finally looked me in the eye and was like because I like you and you’re my girl. I was cheesing hard so I gave him a hug. It was one of those hugs where he had his head in the crook fo my neck we were rocking side to side and then I confessed that I liked him too. He pulled back to look at me and smile and said I know before going back in for the embrace. Josh was driving so he saw that I was with Marqus and drove off once he saw that I was okay. As they drive by Champagne and Caelia were cheering me on and congratulating me through the window and I laughed. When they drove out of sight Marqus and I walked to his car so he could take me home

#q #mucus #dreams #crush

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Fashion Retrospective s4

Also hoped to combine seasons but nope. I talk too much. Hopefully 5-6 I can do together. Link to masterpost

Season 4: First off, as well as the lack of skirts/kilts, also sad we never see the harnesses again after s2. What’s the deal? Maybe now they stay in the bedroom ;)

Anyway. So, season 4 is a bit of a darker season? Kurt’s all heartbroken etc, and we see it with how much black/grey Kurt wears. It’s only in the last few eps and leading into s5 (enter the Crack era) that the brighter colours show up. But honestly here it’s not too weird bc s3 Kurt wasn’t one for bright colours anyway.

Esp in NY, we have Kurt develop his style more. Also, he’s not always all dolled up (I think partly bc we see him more just around his home, whereas earlier seasons he’s dressed up for school). So we get cozy Kurt, in those hoodies I love.

But we do see how Kurt has settled, he’s feeling comfortable and confident in NY so he’s toned down the outfits a lot more, doesn’t let them speak for him. Part of me his sad bc some of his looks can be a bit plain/boring/unKurt, but also Chris is beautiful so he can wear anything and look great. Omg in Sadie Hawkins when Kurt legit just in a henley and jeans. Like, who are you.

And again, lots of black. Maybe he’s mourning his relationship lol. Really, not until around Lights Out do we see Kurt sneaking in some colour. I’ll discuss it more in s5 but really tho, Kurt never really did the ‘bunch of bright colours’ thing? His go to colour was red, but that goes with his black/white ensembles. Even s2, there’s Never Been Kissed with the yellow sweater, there’s some pale greens/blues scattered? Again, I’ll discuss more s5...

But anyway, this is Kurt settling into who he is, a lot less statement pieces. And, looking over, not as many ascots as I remember? SOme New Rachel and Glease, but those were the bigger, tucked into collar kind. And then most are in the last few eps, and those are smaller style that still show collarbone. Maybe setting up s5 style? 

Honestly, I think s4 is my fav for Kurt style. First off, more of his fluffy hair rather than the ski slope lol. But also, with his comfy at-home clothes, or his workout clothes for school... Idk, just a different Kurt and I like it. He ofc still rocks a suit, but not as fun as before. A lot of... just a suits, not as many ‘Kurt’ twists. But I guess he’s working, he’s trying to build a career, so has to be more muted. Still, I miss the skirts and capes. And the harnesses.

So, least fav of the season....

I just.... I mean, first off, stands out so much bc rest of season he’s worn Nothing like this. And he never wears this again. I know the theme of ep, everyone wore red/white/pink, but omg Kurt has red clothes that are better. Idk what happened here, sorry Kurt but no.

Now for my favs.... there are so many Help.... Just assume any hoodie he wears I love lol

I dk why, just love it. Love him int he white jeans, love the shirt with peak at collarbone, love how it’s simple, but still stylish... just love

omg why did we never see this again. Love the tie-thing omg, v punk vibes. And the haiirrrrrrr 10/10

Kurt should show his shoulders more omg. We get some later in Tested but just. Let him wear tank tops. And off the shoulder tops. this is so comfy and pretty and I’m so here for it

Had to include this bc it’s so s1 Kurt (baggy pants????) and I like to think he kept those old looks. Great painting outfit, he’s so cute here omg

#Kurt Hummel #kurt hummel fashion #glee #glee season 4

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#tnt duo brainrot because i love them - 90 posts

#quackity - 88 posts

#tntduo - 84 posts

#wilbur soot - 80 posts

#quackbur - 79 posts

#tw quackbur shipping - 74 posts

#dream smp - 72 posts

#dsmp - 71 posts

#wilbur - 70 posts

Longest Tag: 70 characters

#seriously tho if you have ideas please tell me writers block  h u r ts

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I love to think that when either Wilbur or Quackity is questioned about the nature of their relationship with the other that they’ll be all like “WHAT??!! H-HIM??? My relationship with him is PURELY business, I want absolutely NOTHING to do with the likes of HIM,” in utter indignation at this suggestion and then cut to five minutes later where they’re making out against the burger van.

205 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#4

you’re in his DMs, I’m terrorising the casino he owns whilst simultaneously trying to fix every mistake i’ve made in the past. We are not the same.

212 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#3

Ok but like- I’m just saying if a Revived Wilbur and Quackity had a wedding (yes I know of the multitudes of trauma, I’ve thought this whole thing out lmao), then you can’t tell me that Wilbur would just show up in the most gorgeous, lacy, fitted, ivory-white dress ever, and then just throw his filthy old trenchcoat on top and act like he’s a fucking fashion icon.

He’d just be walking up the aisle and everyone there would just be like smh Wilbur couldn’t you go one day without the trenchcoat you bloody JD kinnie.

Also Tommy would most definitely be the flower boy and throw cactuses and shit at people he didn’t like, Niki would be Wilbur’s maid of honour (we love ignoring canon to make fluffy scenarios /hj), Slime would be Quackity’s best man and naturally, it’d be a classic church prime wedding as per tradition.

256 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#2

the men of the dsmp really just knew that straight relationships weren’t gonna be a thing so just said fuck it and went about dating men

281 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i am starting to genuinely belive that my mans c!wilbur just had a massive sexuality crisis in limbo- 

like he comes out of complete and utter sexual depravity almost 100% gayer? my guy probably didn’t have much to do, and when the mind gets bored, the mind starts to think of homosexual things.

i picture him just like sitting alone in the train station, absent-mindedly throwing a rock at the walls, when his brain is just like- “Ok but hear me out- what about men?”

“and what about quackity in particular?”

LIKE- you cannot tell me that this man wasn’t on Wilbur’s brain 24/7, where else do you think this sudden urge to go see him came from?? C!Wilbur definitely had nice thoughts about a certain pretty man, questioned his sexuality ten times a day, and with a splendiferous revival ended up almost 500x more homosexual. That’s just how it works now.

i also have like another million theories about how he changed during the course of his limbo but we’ll save those for another tumblr post shall we-

289 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

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[catcze]

hello nia! the original "ship your anons with genshin characters" anon has appeared! i have a new game for you- assign your anons a genshin date and couple costume! no pressure ofc ^^

Hello anon !! Omg it's so great to see you again :D and ooooo 👀👀 bet !! This'll be a bit quick tho bc I have to go out in a bit but I really missed doing these fun games that you and the 'taking inspirations anon' used to give me so I didn't wanna keep this locked up in my inbox any longer !!

as usual, going off of the anons who I remember in the moment (even if they've been inactive / lurking for a bit) and some of my recently active ones !!

BEANS ANON

I can deffo see Beans going on a date with Cyno !! Tbh for costumes, I'm was kinda torn, but I can actually see Beans and Cyno in matching mummy outfits with fake bandages wrapped around themselves and everything. I don't think they'd be too serious about having the best costume though– for the most part those two are in it just to dress up in matching costumes and hitting neighborhoods to get candy that they'll end up trading between themselves later, yk?

LUCID ANON

Deffo Luce and Albedo go to a costume party together! Specifically, I think that Klee would drag them both to a costume party that one of Albedo's friends are holding, so they all end up wearing matching costumes! Something really cute– I feel like Klee would dress up as a little princess in a dodoco-themed dress, Luce would dress up as a royal just to match klee, and Albedo would come as their knight in shining armor! Deffo all three of them stick together the entire night, with Luce being the keeper of any and all sweets that the three receive (also Luce and Klee deffo sneak some sweet snacks into their mouth, with Albedo pretending he doesn���t notice)

🔫 ANON

For my beloved 🔫 anon, since I’m kinda at an advantage bc ik they like Yelan 👀👀 I can so totally see 🔫 and Yelan going to an underground need-to-know kinda private club on halloween? The kind that not everyone knows about, and that is a bit less wild and messy than your average club, yk? I can also see those two definitely rocking matching villain costumes, too! Like, the refined kinda villains, if you get my drift? Like, Cruella de Vil kind of energy, with the big extravagant coats and the ‘don’t fuck with me I’ll buy your entire building’ kinda vibe? Actual badasses who enjoy their halloween in the corner together, chatting and being extraordinarily cool

🧡 HONEY ANON

For honey !! I can vv see honey going out with Yoimiya ! I dunno, those two are such sweethearts that they’d be the absolute life of any party! I can see them both in cute little ghost outfits! Like, the ones that are more intricate than just your run of the mill bedsheet-with-holes, but that are a bit too comical and cute to actually be scary! I can see both of them hanging out together, waiting at the door as they hand out candy to passing kids and teens who come, telling their young audience to give them their best ‘boo!’ and then rewarding them with candies!

DONUT ANON

Donut would 100% hang out with Kazuha, imo. Hmm, as for costumes... honestly, the first thing that popped into my mind is kitsune, so let’s go with that! Those two would look literally so good in their costumes, too? Like, it’s not incredibly high-level costumes like the kind you’d see at conventions or anything, but if they’re so good. I can also see them spending their halloween at a party, too! One that’s not very crowded– just some friends getting together for a fun evening watching scary movies together and walking around the neighborhood to go trick-or-treating!

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 chocolate.mousse