#and bats only got a pink cape

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Bite Me (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Happy Halloween my Ghosts, Ghouls and Zombie goons! I am here bringing you some Sousoku this spooky day! :D I wrote this for a good friend of mine (you know who you are) and wanted to share it today! I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @intheticklecloset (Tagging you cause Chuuya! >:3)

Summary: Chuuya's vampire costume is perfect; but what's the point of Halloween if you don't embrace the character fully?

It was perfect.

Chuuya smirked at his reflection, shifting between poses as he took in his new look. Halloween was just around the corner- as was a massive halloween party being held at the weretiger’s apartment. Whether he even agreed to it or not was unclear, but having it outside of the agency meant Chuuya and Akutagawa could attend without stirring the pot.

That didn’t mean Chuuya wasn’t gonna go all out dressing up though.

His tailored suit fit perfectly, the velvety cape draped over his shoulders hitting his lower calves and making him a man of shadow. For makeup, he didn’t do too much- some highlighter on his cheeks and eyeliner that made the blue of his eyes extra intense. All together- he looked amazing.

He grinned, flashing his vampire teeth. They popped out of his mouth, falling into the sink.

Well…mostly amazing.

“Damn dollar store teeth!” Chuuya grumbled as he picked up his lost prop, washing them off with a grimace. He couldn’t find any of the good costume teeth- and the custom ones he ordered in the mail weren’t going to be here until the day before the party. These would just have to do.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” Dazai’s happy chirp from the living room brought him out of thought. He was working on little pom pom bats for the apartment, the coffee table littered with crafting supplies as The Nightmare Before Christmas played on the TV. “Come with us and you will see, this our town of halloween~”

….Chuuya peeked at himself in the mirror, then back at the room Dazai was in. Then he smiled, a devious grin on his lips. Slowly, he began creeping towards his boyfriend.

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“This is halloween, this is-OUCH!.” Dazai yelped, giving up on singing along as he waved his burnt finger. “How does Chibi do this every year? He probably doesn’t have fingerprints.” Blowing on his finger, he failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. “We can steal so many reese's cups-”

A loud shriek filled the room, a half-finished pom pom bat flying out of his hands as Chuuya’s lips pressed into his neck. “Chibi! What are you-AHEHEHEHE!”

“I’m hungry,” Chuuya growled against his skin, pressing kisses and gentle nibbles against it while Dazai tried squeezing him out, laughing hysterically. “Give me your blood!”

“Aheahhaha! Ahehahahahahhaa! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuhuuya plehahahahhahhase!” The brunette tried to gently push away the other, flailing into the couch with a wobbly smile. “Dohohohon’t, it tihihihihiickles!”

“Tickles huh? Surely you don’t mean this?” Chuuya stuck his hands out without warning, scribbing into Dazai’s ribs as he carried on gently biting him. The taller of the two arched with a loud squeal, falling on his side and bringing Chuuya with him. “Maybe I’ll have ribs for dinner tonight.”

“Bahahhahahharbaquueuueeu? Soohohohohunds good, leheheheht’s hit up thhahhahaht one plahhahahhce!”

“Nah, I want home cooking. I want some nice fatty ribs.” Chuuya dug into Dazai’s middle set with reckless abandon, earning a fresh squeal. “You got some good ones here.”

“Whohohohoho are yoohohohohu cahhahhhahalling fhahahhahaht? Iihihihihim gohohohoohna-AHHH!”

“Gonna what?” Chuuya teased, going for his armpits, making Dazai flop like a fish. “Whatcha gonna do?”

The detective wheezed, too ticklish to even respond. Only when his cheeks were cherry pink and his face hurt did the devious attack end. “Aheheheh…hehhehehehe..yoohohohu’re a teehheheherror!”

“That’s what vampires DO, you dork.” Chuuya flicked him gently before reaching over, grabbing one of the many pom pom bats. “Hey- these aren’t so bad! It’s a tad messy, but no one’s gonna know.”

Dazai was quiet, and for a moment Chuuya wondered if he said something wrong. When he looked back, the brunette was looking at him so fondly, an easy smile on his face. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s just…” Dazai reached up, playing with the loose red locks that fell over Chuuya’s shoulder, twirling them within his fingers. “You look really good right now.”

“Must be my ‘vampiric allure’.” Chuuya snorted, even as his face flushed some, heart racing. He put down the bat and turned to Dazai fully, letting him take it all in. “Looks like I’ve got you under my spell.”

“I am your willing servant.” Dazai grinned, pulling him down and kissing him. It went from sweet and soft to hot and fierce quickly, the brunette pushing off Chuuya’s cape as the redhead worked the buttons of Dazai’s vest. “What about the bats?”

“Screw ‘em. We can finish them later.” Chuuya pushed him fully into the couch, looming over him with a cheeky grin. “Better yet- send them Akutagawa’s way; he and the weretiger can figure it out.”

“I like the way you think.” Dazai snorted, letting himself be kissed again and again.

Thanks for reading!

#BSD #halloween #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sousoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #dazai x chuuya #chilling with the boys #vampire antics #I love them your honor

[adobe-outdesign]

Could I request a review of the Cybunny? They're my personal favourite, I have a tattoo of one! Would love to hear your thoughts 🐰

The Cybunny is... drumroll please... a bunny. Strictly speaking it's fairly standard for a rabbit, but the face and proportions make it super cute. The addition of a colorful mane with uneven splotches also adds a lot to the design and gives it almost a permanent Easter-esq vibe. I also like the addition of colored paw paws that extend up onto the base of each foot, which match the primary mane color. Meanwhile, the pink accents in the ears, spots, eyes, and nose add a nice secondary touch of color that's not too overwhelming or distracting (unlike, say, the base color Wockies). Overall, these are some aesthetically pleasing, well-balanced bunnies.

As a side note, my only nitpick is that Cybunnies have these super subtle whisker dots around their noses which are so hard to see that I literally never noticed them until writing this review. Those definitely should've just been dropped.

While the raised paw looks a bit weird, I think Cybunnies as a whole were improved with customization. The original art was starting to look slightly dated, and something about the head size and position looks better to my eye, even if it's hard to place why—it's like the original was hunched over a bit, if that makes sense. I also think the ears look quite a bit better.

Favorite Colours:

Halloween: Vampires are a pretty obvious pick for Halloween and this is by no means a fancy design, but man does it look good. I'm a sucker for a good black/white/red palette, and the fangs, red eye shadow, red tail tip, and black cape and ears really all come together to make a great design.

My only nitpick with the conversion of this one is that the cape shape got a bit lost in customization (originally it looked more like bat wings), and also we lost one of the all-time best Battledome poses (above). Also, there was a missed opportunity to make the mane spots look like bats or blood splatters or something.

Maraquan: "What if a rabbit was a fish" is a valid question that has to be asked sometimes on Neopets.com, and TNT delivered with this one. The teal and magenta come together really well, as do the long fur and striped markings. The ears also have a really nice shape to them and are much longer than Cybunnies usually are allowed to have.

Like the Halloween Cybunny, I do have one nitpick about the converted version, which is that it inexplicably lost the hair on top of its head. Why??

8-bit: I went over this in my 8-bit colour review so I won't spend too much time on it here, but this is just a really nice colour. While not technically "correct" from a pixel art standpoint, something about the pose is super cute and it has a great retro feeling to it.

BONUS: The woodland Cybunny is nice enough that I had to give it its own spot on this list. The flower accents on the mane are lovely and mimic the spots they usually sport, and the wood itself looks great—the grain contours correctly with the body shape and little details like the knothole in the ears really bring the whole thing together. (An honorary mention goes to camoflauge and Christmas, which didn't quite make the cut but I still like quite a bit.)

#neopets #neotag #cybunny #neopet reviews

[robinsdearest]

Three Steps Back

Jason Todd x Reader

The Red Hood scoffed to himself as you bought your third coffee for the day. You were a creature of habit, and that made the vigilante’s job easier.

Jason frowned looking down at the manilla envelope and its contents spread around him, jotting down a few notes. Looking back down to your figure in the local coffee shop, Jason shivered. The rooftop was beginning to get uncomfortable and the weather was starting to grow too cold for surveillance. 

The Red Hood had been following you for weeks at this point. He had your name in a folder with all personal identifying information to be found. Oddly weird things about you that no normal human would ever be able to know- including what looks to be the exact coffee order you preferred. The Bat could be useful sometimes, he did have to admit. 

From the coffee shop, you walked several store fronts north until reaching the corner store. You reached into your pocket to pull free a set of keys. Unlocking the door, you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d be in this building for the next several hours. Jason sat back on his heels.

The building across the street from your floral shop was perfect cover for recon: Hood could watch your daily routine without disturbance. It’s also a short distance to your apartment a couple blocks west. You could have possibly been the easiest target the Red Hood has ever had on his list. 

Jason gathered his items and notes, twisted around, and begun to jump building to building to return to his own apartment. 

It had been several months since Jason’s return from the Lazarus Pit. Although he amended (with the word used loosely) his relationship with Bruce and the subsequent caped crusaders, Hood was still walking on thin ice. He remembers the look of disgust on Dick’s usually smiling face when Jason had asked for a folder containing your information. Alfred might have been the only one to showcase his enjoyment of Jason’s rebirth. He remembered what he thought to be everything before the explosion that killed him. Jason had thought he was taking two steps forward with these people. He did admit to himself that he had been working some odd end jobs, working down lists given to him by mercenaries who paid well. Things he knew the rest of the family did not agree with. 

You, however, remained at the top of a different list. This mission was not for amendments or money. This hit needed to be smooth and seamless- Jason needed answers. He didn’t remember where you fit in this picture.

A few hours later, Jason returned to his perch. Right on schedule, you were locking the door of your shop. It was well past dusk, and it was about the time you looped home, picking up carry-out along the way. 

Red Hood turned west to head to your apartment like you normally did. He got a few strides along the top platforms before he halted: you had gone the opposite direction. 

Odd. Creatures of habits should stick to habits. 

Jason turned on his heel to sprint in order to catch up. As you came closer into view, you had changed your clothes, your wool blazer much nicer than the leather jacket you wore earlier; you held a small bouquet of an assortment of red flowers in your gloved hands, your shoulder bag bumping your leg as you walked forward; you walked slow, your face a touch pink- from crying or from weather, Jason could not tell. 

He followed you for a few more blocks before you reached a small movie theater. Jason ducked into an alley. The night was too clear, and the masked man needed a better view of your actions. 

A man had caught your attention, pulling you into a hug with a hand lingering too long on your hip. A twinge of jealousy shocked Jason’s heart, catching him off guard. He shuffled anxiously as he watched the two of you interacting. 

“Come on, my man.” Jason whispered to himself. “Who the hell are you?”

As if the gods pitied him, Jason’s rhetorical question was answered.

You turned to gesture back in the direction of your flower shop, revealing the man’s face to the Red Hood.

Jason’s breath caught in his throat.

What on earth was Dick doing with you?

His mind raced, but Jason needed answers. He was getting impatient. 

Jason whistled: three short trills followed by a single long trill. 

Dick’s head snapped immediately towards the direction of the alley. Jason coyly waved a two finger salute before shuffling backwards. He knew Dick wouldn’t bring you. 

When Dick rounded the corner of the first building, Jason tossed a small pebble from the fire escape, hitting the older man on the top of the head. Dick angrily shot a glance but refused to look at Jason directly. Jason hopped down back to the ground.

“Circus bird.” Jason teased, but Dick only grunted in response. Very short for a man who seemed so happy a few moments ago. “What are you doing here?”

“Movie date, obviously.” Dick kept an eye over his shoulder checking the entrance to the alley. 

Jason chuckled, leaning against the cool brick. “Wonderful, boy wonder. However, you’re cutting into my job. I need you to abandon this date and move on.”

Dick reared his head and flashed a snarl towards Jason. Dick pushed his brother by the chest. “A job? You are the one that needs to get out of here.” Dick tried to keep his voice even but his anger was apparent. “Leave before you’re spotted.”

Jason knocked on his helmet. “People know who I am.”

“Not everyone.”

Jason had a retort to validate his infamy when a figure appeared behind Dick. 

Dammit.

“Dick? Are you okay?” You called out. 

Dick ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, babe. I’ll be right there.”

“Babe?” The words left Jason’s mouth before he registered they were even spoken. 

You walked up to Dick, threading your arm through his and tugging him backwards.

“Dick, come one, this is dangerous.” You eyed the Red Hood intently. 

Jason had never been in such close proximity to you. You were breathtaking. He couldn’t let you leave now without the job being completed.

“You’re right, let’s go.” The duo turned to leave, yet Jason couldn’t help himself. 

Jason found himself yelling after you. “Forget you, Dick.” The pair spun back to look at him. Jason pointed at you. 

“Do you know who I am?” Jason shouted, causing you to flinch and hide behind Dick who swung a protective arm behind him. The lack of answers pushed Jason further. Time to get bold. He continued. 

“I’m pretty sure you do, sweetheart. I need to know why I have terabytes of information on you. I have photos and information time stamped years ago with your name and face. Shit, your face is even on my phone. Who are you?”

Dick took several steps forward. He gritted his teeth as he spoke to the man with the helmet. “Jason, you and I need to speak about this later. Not now.” 

You looked like you were holding back tears- the bouquet of flowers you previously held hit the ground. You spoke quickly. “Jason? Like my Jason? What are you talking about?” 

You were obviously scared, frightened, and just as confused as Jason. What did you mean by “mine?”

Questions answered by more questions- this is not how Jason needed this job to end. Dick was ruining it all. 

The photos in his phone showed you, much younger and much more intimate than Jason would ever admit. There were hundreds of photos of you doing mundane things. Jason thought up until this moment you were a job left unfinished. His head was spinning and he couldn’t get a deep breath. Why is he suddenly feeling like this? What effect do you have on him?

Jason ripped the helmet off his head, revealing his face to you for what he thought was the first time. He was sure he heard you gasp, but still nonetheless, Jason drew his weapon. He held it steadily as Dick acted as your shield. Another twist of jealousy in Jason’s gut- he gripped the gun a little harder as anger flared.

“Move, Dickie-Bird.”

“Listen to me, Jason!” Dick started to yell. “You remember everything about your previous life except for this.” The older man gestured between the trio.

You suddenly fell to the ground, and Dick crouched to check on you. Jason’s hands were shaking as he lowered his gun. 

“It’s Jason? He remembers everything but me?” You whispered, your soft voice carrying just far enough for Jason to hear. 

The terror that cleaved its way into Jason’s bones was a new sensation, and it forced the man to his own knees.  You were sobbing into Dick’s shoulders, echoing off the brick walls of the alley. Jason wanted nothing more than to comfort you, a strange sense of familiarity. 

Jason wanted to scream; this was all too confusing. He knew he had lapses in his memory, but nothing like these whole sections cut out. How could he experience these feelings with you but not know who you are? 

He roared back. “What the hell is going on? How do you know me?” 

“You two were dating, you insufferable idiot.” Dick spat. 

The coffee order. The seemingly unobtainable information Bruce had on you was not pure coincidence. The look on Dick’s face in the cave. Jason had taken the photos on his phone. The jealousy, the fear. 

He must have known you. 

Right?

So why can he not remember you?

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #red hood fanfic #dc fanfic #robinsdearest #Oops more angst #guess whos back #maybe for the time being #let me know how you feel about this one and there might be a part two? #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader

[bramble-scramble]

A Bite for Good Luck

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

(Early, but I'm impatient)

Sooo, I haven't felt like writing in a while, and I'm still mostly inactive here, but I'm not done being... myself. And I may have been really inspired by @hostess-of-horror yet again. Thus I present to you a little vampire-themed Phandrow thing that came to me in a fit of insomnia. It's kinda saucy! Nothing explicit, but, y'know. Vampire stuff.

Enjoy 🩸 🧛

The poet was working again. A multitude of candles illuminated his words, their light reflected in the polished mahogany desk seen on either side of his parchment.

It was hard to believe it had been just over a month since he had received the letter. The summons. So much had changed since then; he had lived a lifetime in those weeks. Become something of a different creature.

He had always been one to stay up late, but now... now the night was his world, and he spent the days languishing. There was little else he could do. He hardly considered... perhaps hardly remembered... the orange and red hues of his homeland, the plump squirrels and healthy pumpkins. His brain was filled with the howl of wolves, the flap of bats' wings- the sounds of the castle and its grounds, which he was forbidden to leave.

Of course, he had hardly known it would come to all this. Despite Sweetlopek's fears, despite Dryad's dire warnings, he had said goodbye to them both. That was the hardest part. And yet... and yet he would do it again. He would make the same choice, knowing it all. He had been more prolific in these past few weeks than in a year or more combined. Because, after all...

Sir Poet-Warden, the letter had said. I request your services. I am in need of a chronicler of my life, my deeds. In return I can offer you room and board, sturdier and more reliable than that with which I know you currently make do. Moreover, while you are under my roof, I can make you a promise. No curse shall harm you, no ill luck will cross my threshold. I know it may be hard to believe, but my powers are great. You may write as much as you desire, on any subject, with no fear of cosmic retribution. In return I only require that you not leave my premises until released, and handle my particular needs with your utmost devotion and priority.

Ever yours,

Lord Tom Phan

Woodrow kept the letter near his heart, in his coat pocket, but he need not pull it out to see it clearly before him. The red ink, the lovely cursive, the gramophone seal... he had memorized every word before he had even set foot in the castle.

The poet found himself stuck on a rhyme, and got up to stretch. As he arose, a sudden rush of dizziness greeted him. He swooned, and stretched out his paws to catch himself on the desk. Stars and sparkles danced in his eyes behind his glasses. When he had regained himself, he lifted a paw and looked down at it in the candle-light. It was hard to remember how pink it had once been. It was certainly a very pale pink now. He wondered how the rest of him must look - he had not seen his own face in an age. There were no mirrors here. Why would there be?

He sat back down on the chair, wondering what Sweets and Dryad would think if they could see him now. But even more than them, he missed... her. Jinx. His cloud. She was not allowed past the threshold. A storm had taken up residence outside the courtyard, a thick and constant rain in the woods that deterred any visitors even moreso than normal. But, true to the master's word, ill fortune could not come in.

...Was all of this really worth it?

The sky outside was beginning to brighten, ever so slightly. Woodrow knew what that meant. He got up and drew the blinds closed in preparation.

Yes. It was worth it.

And before long, the familiar huge shadow filled the doorway to his room. The poet could sense it before he even saw it.

"You're home," said the writer, turning joyously, ready to approach. There was his lord indeed, his black cape, his piercing eyes, his imposing form- but the poet stopped short. There was red on the corners of his lord's mouth, and in his bulbous transparent belly, streaks and rivulets of crimson sloshed and whirled.

"You- you have eaten already," said Woodrow in shock.

"Only a little, my dear," came the reply. "A small hors d'oeuvre."

"Am I no longer enough for you?"

"Of course not," was the cooing answer, and in a smooth movement the master of the house was upon his guest, one paw on his back, the other caressing his hair. "Nothing can satisfy me the way you can. Perish the thought."

Woodrow smiled in relief. He thought he might be blushing, but- he doubted he had the means.

"It is only..." the Lord continued, "I fear I have been pushing too hard. Taking too much. I fear to let you sate me alone."

"I am fine," said the poet. "Truly."

"I do not think so, my darling." He smiled, sweetly, his pointed fangs digging into his lower lip. "And yet... I am still rather hungry, if not famished. So if you are ready-"

"I have been waiting all night," said the other breathlessly. "I have tried to keep myself warm for you."

"Very well, very well," chuckled the ghost. With ease, he lifted the other and carried him to the bed, laying him down, taking off his glasses, settling his head on the red velvet pillow that awaited. The Lord reached for the pink bow that his beloved wore - every morning, it was there, wrapped tightly, keeping the poet's collar close around his neck; and to untie it was to open a present, the same one every day, but one that never got stale. It was a test of patience, and yet, a ritual. With paws trembling in anticipation, Lord Phan pulled at the ribbon until it loosened, then took it off and set it aside. He opened up the collar of his beloved like peeling back the rind of an exquisite fruit. And then-

Woodrow gasped as the fangs found their familiar indentations, and pierced inwards. He may have gotten used to the pain, but he would never fully deaden to it. And he didn't want to.

Despite his claims, his Lord seemed no less hungry tonight than any other. The familiar suction of the skin, the desperate movement of the tongue to clean up any missed drop- the poet moaned and turned his head, an instinctive bodily reaction to such sensation - and soon found a paw on the other side of his face, turning it gently but firmly back - the message was clear: stay still.

"Mmmnm," the soft, involuntary, almost musical hums of bliss that emanated from the Lord as he fed made Woodrow want to melt into the blankets. He had never had much reason to be proud of his body, but apparently his blood was a delicacy. And of that, he was happy... he was lucky, after all... he was precious, wanted, needed so desperately... he...

He passed out.

----

Some time later - he knew not when, for the blinds kept the room as dark as night at all times - he awoke. His coat had been removed in favor of warm blankets, and while he was tucked under them, laying on top of them at his side was his Lord, gently stroking his hair and his cheeks.

"Are you happy?" was the first thing he mumbled as he came to. In his blurred vision, he could make out the red swirls gorging his beloved's clear tummy, cascading around the musical device at his center.

"Of course, my delight. You need never ask," said the vampire-ghost, red still streaking his chin. And yet... he frowned. "But again, I must warn you. When I get started on you, it is ever so hard to stop. And I fear... well, perhaps we shall take a week off, or so."

"My... My Lord..." said the poet in sorrow. He needed the break, of course. And yet...

"Look at this, mon cœur." The Phantom touched Woodrow's hand and brought it up to his face, and the poet saw that his own paw-pad was barely distinguishable from the white fur around it. "You are not well. I shall bring you whatever you desire, and as much of it as you need, whlie you recover your precious health."

Woodrow nodded, feeling that sleep would soon overtake him again. "Pumpkin and carrot soup," he said weakly.

"What?"

"Soup..." he repeated. "The way Sweets makes it... I shall write him for the recipe, when I... when I am up. That's what I need. I'll be... myself in... no time." And he closed his eyes, his breathing slow and heavy.

Lord Phan kissed him on the forehead, leaving a mark of red. He tucked him in even tighter, and arose, heading for his coffin, for his own daily rest.

#mario + rabbids #mario plus rabbids #phandrow #woodrow #ts woodrow #the phantom of the bwahpera #soh vampire au

[thepariahcontinuum]

For the ask game

A cape whose power in the ability to control damage that have made.

Like if they cut someone with a knife, they can move the cut around their victims body, or transfer it onto anything their victim is touching as a structural crack(or vice versa)

After harming something enough it allows them to puppet that object or person around.

Oh so this is just "Cycle of abuse, the person" then isn't it?

Okay since you specified that the power works on people I'm gonna say that it only works on people/living tissue, Manton limits and all that....So this is someone who has been hurt, is hurting everyone around them as a response to that and eventually, unable to heal or move beyond their trauma becomes someone who uses pain and abuse to control people (Literally with the puppeteering someone through their injuries).

I wanna say this is a Villain who tried, I mean really tried to be a hero, tried to be better but just couldn't do it. They went to the authorities and got nowhere until they triggered and then went to the PRT who got them out of that situation but didn't have the resources to help them beyond making them a Cape (We saw how much therapy the Wards actually get, it's not enough) and eventually it solidified in this kid's mind that all that really matters in life is power and who has it over who.....One fuck up on the job was enough to send them running away from everything, to another city where they reinvented themselves.

Smalltime villain, someone in the same sort of league and scale as pre-Boston Games Damsel. They have a crew around them but they don't have and don't want other Capes in it, they stay small-time and off the radar, not really interacting with the other villains in the city. it's about control, because control means power and power means safety.

Costume wise.... I'm thinking something Mall Goth/Scene Kid, something that looks "Early teens" even when she (And now the character is solidifying in my head I'm thinking young woman) reached late teens/early 20s. Basically she never let herself grow beyond a certain point. So Black leather trenchcoat and platform boots, the rest of costume is blood red and hot pink deliberately clashing, ripped tights and too many belts....Her mask is a cartoon smile full of fangs that covers the bottom of her face and she wears a bright wig which hides more of her face.

She's always got at least two weapons on her person, usually a flick-knife and a baseball bat, along with her boots, sharpened nails and wearing a lot of rings....And also a lighter, usually for punishing fuck ups. Because if your whole routine is controlling the pain you inflict on people, may as well have options for the kind of damage you're doing.

She changed her cape name when she became a villain and because she's still stuck in her hot topic phase she went for something deliberately edgy: 'Scarlet Anguish' (Definitely the name of a band she was in when she was in school).

#wormblr #worm web serial #parahumans #Worm oc #Dyssols

[dairy-farmer]

What do you think of Tim breastfeeding? But not just in front of Bruce and the other bats? How about in front of thr JLA members, other heroes, comissioner Gordon. Both in and out of costume. And people stare and they want to ask if they can have a sip?

😍😍😍😍 i LOVE tim breastfeeding, lactating, milking and everything!!!!!!!! it's just so good!!!! i love the idea of an au where some people just naturally lactate and that breastfeeding children that aren't yours is a pretty common sight. it's seen as something that's comforting for young children who are in great distress and are separated from their parents. it's some evolutionary cultural thing, children can't cry and attract the attention of predators or other hostiles if they're too busy nursing with a tit in their mouth. when a child starts whimpering and getting fussy in a dangerous situation it's natural for a milker to swaddle them in their arms and softly cover their small bodies while pressing a tit to their mouth.

before he became robin tim didn't really encounter a lot of scenarios where his instincts tugged at him to make use of the milk in his tits. tim as robin nursed more babies and toddlers in a week than most milkers did in their life.

shaken up children who lost their parents in a stampede from a stadium that had a bomb. a frightened child that'd just been screamed at by a mugger to not move while a gun or knife was pointed at their face and their parent pleaded for them to not hurt their child. kidnapped children who'd spent hours tied up and blindfolded. rescued children who were quiet and staring at everything with big, empty, quietly anguished eyes.

they're the children that require the most reassurance, the most comfort. they're the ones that need to be cradled in a warm lap, swaddled in tim's cape, and rocked until they had a belly full of warm milk.

bruce never asks tim to milk. no one does. milkers are hardly identifiable from other people but when they see tim unzipping the front of his chest to expose a tit they all universally understand what he's doing.

bruce doesn't say anything the first time tim coos and tugs a sniffling rosy-cheeked baby that got separated from their mommy into his lap and zipped down his suit enough to expose the rosy buds of his tits.

he doesn't say anything but he does go quiet. and that is telling.

sometimes people stare. police officers and firefighters who arrive at the scene and get briefed by batman while tim sits on the curb and lets a toddler nurse. reporters and their camerapeople once they realize what's going on try to get shots of tim with his suit undone and breasts exposed.

tim takes the rooftops after that and he and batman bring the child stright to gordon who will be able to sort out the kid's parents as well as medical care.

gordon tries not to stare but it's clear his attention keeps drifting back to tim who is playing with one of the little palms of the baby suckling his tit.

gordon swallows audibly watching and his eyes keep drifint back to tim much to batman's annoyance until the frustraton bubbles over and batman snaps at gordon.

"commissioner! does robin need to put a tit in your mouth for you to listen or can we return to the subject at hand?"

commissioner gordon sputters at that but snaps back to attention. only to stare again when robin shows up with another latched infant a few nights later.

at first tim was uncomfortable with the attention and the eyes on him but he grows used to it. he doesn't put much thought into the titans who like to curiously come in close and watch as small jaws move up and down, the corners of baby mouths overflowing with pearly white milk. as sweet innocent eyes stare up at him with curiosity like they're not sure who he is or why he's feeding them but they're not opposed to it.

impulse and superboy are especially curious, always staring intently when it's time to hand the child off and tim's pink, swollen nipple gets exposed to cool air.

people are weird about tits in general so tim expects the stares.

especially since after disasters and during clean up robin can almost always be found surrounded by children separated from their parents and rescued babies who are all taking turns getting their share of milk.

when surrounded by rubble and nursing various injuries while awaiting relief teams, there's really not much for capes to stare at. so tim is almost always the default. even the most 'well mannered' capes will catch themselves the spit slickened tit of robin. the way some milk will smear on the skin and drip down the curve of a soft, fleshy tit on onto the uniform. the way that once all the children were picked up robin would dab at his little milk-swelled tit with some wipes from his utility belt before firmly zipping his suit back up.

some capes like bruce and dick were able to note subtle changes in tim the more he nursed. they note how his tits were almost consistently swollen, buds always smeared with milk. tim had gone up a cup size since he started regularly letting children tug at his uniform to get access to his milk.

anyone else who noticed those changes never mentioned anything, lest something be implied by the fact that they were staring close and often enough to notice.

but as people watch and stare they can't help but notice how gentle robin is, how he caresses the back of little heads and whispers comfort in their ears, how he doesn't wince even when teething children bite down on a sensitive little tit.

it's a tempting sight seeing it. and seeing children go from hysterical crying to quiet, focused nursing and sleepy blinks it...well it makes them curious.

so they stare and maybe try to work up the nerve to perhaps one day ask robin if he had room for one more-

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 14

A/N: Well, you know what you're in for at this point. Fujioka is pulling his hero cape on, be prepared.

Fujioka had decided to summon the other servants who had been hired under the Kaneshiro name, Umemiya the assistant chef and chambermaid Yuuki. He needed them for his plan. Now was the time to rescue Seijuro and unleash a war. But then again, didn't Masaomi already unleash the war by taking away Seijuro's life in the first place? Fujioka waited nearby the stables. he knew Masaomi was suspicious of him the most right now, so it would be best to converse his plan away from the man's ears. He could see the two walking towards him. Yuuki was a relatively young maid, being in her mid-thirties. Rima had hired her to take care of Shiori and to file in reports on her health when she started getting sick. Rima wanted her own people to report to her, not Masaomi's servants. Yuuki had stuck around out of pity towards young Seijuro. Assistant-chef Umemiya had been hired in the aftermath of Shiori's death. When replacing her in the kitchen, Masaomi had forgotten to hire an assistant for their new chef. Lady Rima had again stepped in. They technically also had Tamamura Anna, the head of the cleaning ladies. She had been assigned to cleaning Shiori's room when she was just a little girl, and was older then any of the servants in the Akashi household. To Fujioka, she seemed ancient and to never be effected by her old age. It was almost something magical, which is why, when she went on one of her rare vacation trips last month, some of the younger servants were gossiping that,"'the old crone is undoubtedly going to kill some young kids to steal their youth. As how else does she do it?"' Fujioka had to inform her after he had taken care of everything. The old bat was even more loyal to the Kaneshiro clan then he was Umemiya smiled hesitantly at him. "Hey, we got your message." "It has to do with young Seijuro-sama, isn't it?!" Yuuki stressed, looking like an agitated bird. Panic at the unfolding events had definitely struck her. "Yes. It is obvious, it cannot continue on like this. We need to interfere. Now." Fuijioka answered, and Umemiya ran a hand through his long, luscious black hair. "Well, what are you planning?" "Calling on Rima-sama won't be enough. We need to move him to his grandmother's, tonight." "Rim-" Umemiya quickly clamped his hand for Yuuki's hand, before she could squeak the name. Though it was clear he was also shaken by the suggestion. Moving Seijuro to his grandmother would certainly not go by without any drama. He did not want to be caught in Masaomi's and Rima's crossfire, that's for sure. "How are you going about that without getting someone killed?" Umemiya asked. "That depends on how well my plan is executed. Masaomi doesn't trusts me at the moment, so Yuuki, you need to deliver the message for Seijuro to pack a small bag for himself, only necesseties. Umemiya, in the meantime, grab whatever belongings you have in the kitchen and prepare a car. I suggest the lotus, it's at the back. Barely anyone goes there, Masaomi has used that car only twice in the decade he's owned it. In the meantime, I will gather my own necesseties, and I suggest you do the same after delivering the message Yuuki. Masaomi will not abandon his strict night routine for anything, he didn't even after Shiori's passing. Once he's off to bed, we're gone." Umemiya slowly nodded and Yuuki gulped but nodded furiously. "It's time to save the young master," said Umemiya as a grin broke out on his face.

Yuuki left as she was told, hurrying up the stairs. She could hear the painful cries coming from Seijuro's room, and her heart broke. 'that poor boy. How can his father treat him so terribly?' She entered the room, and she saw him sprawled on the bed, both his pupils and sclera bright red, his cheeks pink from the tears. "Don't cry Seijuro-sama," she rushed to his bed. "Fujioka-san has a plan. We're taking you to your grandmother's." Seijuro looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Grandma Rima?" "Yes. Pack a small bag, necesseties only. We will help you live the life you want, so please don't cry. Your father won't win, I promise." Seijuro didn't knew wether he wanted to laugh or cry more but he did as he was asked. Desperate he was, not the be parted from his friends. But he was even more desperate, not the be parted from you.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi #akashi seijuro #basic instinct #knb x reader #akashi masaomi #fujioka to the rescue #running away #akashi x reader #akashi seijuurou x reader

[littleequinn]

Chapter 6

(This is leading up to the game Arkham City)

*Perse began to train with Batman with not only her powers but hand to hand combat

*She struggled a lot at first but eventually got the hang of it. Perse didn't really have to use hand to hand combat too much since she had powers but it was just in case she couldn't use them

*Perse is only allowed to do patrol with Batman doing simple things. Absolutely nothing dangerous.

*Sharks. she loves sharks. her favorite is a bull shark

*Don't even get her started on sailor moon. Perse watched all of it in 3 days. Her favorite is Sailor Saturn since she can relate to what shes went through.

*Music she really enjoys is goth and metal. Becoming a pastel goth girl.

*Skateboarding becomes a daily activity for her. Perses board is pink with black bats on it while the bottom has sailor moon stickers

*Cheese is her pet possum. It hates everyone except her

*The first fight Perse was in they were talking bad about Batman and her.

Perse and Batman were on the roof stalking some wanted thugs that were having an interesting conversation

Thug 1- "Have you seen that kid thats been with batman?"

Thug 2- "Not yet. Is she hot?"

Perse cringed at this while Batman was ready to pound them in the ground.

Thug 3- "I heard she was that Persephone girl? The one that killed some of our crew. Nobody is positive though.

Persephone..

she despised that name.

Perse jumped down and faced them all. A mask from the purge covering her face. She hasn't decided on a costume yet so she winged it.

Thug 2- "Hahahaaha whose kid is this"

Perse didn't respond and sent water strikes at them knocking them down. She walked over to the one thug that wasn't knocked out and stood over him.

Thug 3- "W-who are you"

"Kore"

Perse enveloped water around her fist and punched him knocking the bastard out.

Over time she did start to talk more to everyone but mostly just to be a smartass

Robin- "Perse! Do you have my grapple?"

Perse- "Of course I do! Since I use it all the time when you aren't around"

Robin-.......

Perse- :)

Barb will never forget the time she was showing Perse all the main villians when she pulled up Penguin and she started laughing out loud clutching her stomach. This was shocking to her because she hardly ever smiles.

"Why is he so short and fat? You could use him as a bowling pin"

Barb couldn't hold back her laugh which caused the attention of Dick and Tim.

Barb made you repeat the joke to them in between laughs.

The rest of the villians seemed boring to Perse but one stuck out

Harley Quinn

Perse was mesmerized by how stunning she looked.

"You good?" Dick asked and waved a hand in front of her face.

Geesh, had she really been staring that long.

Perse blushed and started hitting Dick.

"SHUT UP!"

Tim walked over to Barb while they were play fighting

"You think shes ya knowww"

"For sure"

Alright enough about Big Perse lets talk about little Perse

*She carries around the cape EVERYWHERE!

*Favorite person is Bruce ofc and loves everyone else equally

*Loves cuddling with everyone and eating goldfish

*Wears diapers sometimes but only when shes feeling very little

*Only lets Bruce and Barb change her

*Is very sweet most the time but will have tantrums sometimes

*HATES loud noises

*Doors slamming is a huge trigger and will make her slip very small

*Loves to pretend being a shark in the pool

"Bubba looks" Perse held up a hug shark stuffed animal Bruce just got custom made for her. It was dark pink and had her name stitched on the side.

Dick smiled and acted very suprised

"Wow! Is that your new shark?"

Perse nodded her head and smiled.

"Its very cute just like you princess"

*Favorite things to wear are pajamas especially her shark onsie

*Robin loves carrying her on his back while you shoot water at Dick. He lets you splash him in the end because he loves seeing you happy

*When it comes to Bruce you feel the most safe when hes Batman since thats when he saved you.

*Perse loves when he just holds her in the rocking chair and rubs her back. Its calming and helps her sleep.

*Just imagine Batman sitting on a cough with a little one bottle feeding them.

*When the rest of the fam saw it they almost screamed

*They were just too cute

Now that we got that out the way time for Perse in Arkham City!

#fandom agere #little space #agere #agerereader #little!reader #age regression #batman agere #agere caregiver #age regressor #agere reader

[vonpharma]

w[h]ip wednesday what im alive?

hiiiii. i got dumped and i am very sad and writing is not happening good. but i have like 17k of prosecutor sibs fic on the way that will be done, very soon, i think. here's some of that.

uhhhh miles and franziska in forced quarantine because miles faked sick and it worked but uh oh! franziska's actually sick! hijinks abound. not actually they mostly just annoy each other. here you go i love you.

Somehow, hours later, they are playing scrabble.

It’s past sundown, and Franziska is stubbornly still awake—though Miles can see the pull of sleep fighting her, bags hung heavy beneath her watery gaze. As the day drags she’s beginning to look more and more like a flower mid-wilt, but she is Franziska, and so Miles is forced to sit there and observe while she needlessly forces herself to stay upright, intent to prove a point to any forces that may be watching. Were it anyone else, he might have a speech prepared—about how prolonging rest will only prolong the illness too, about how he promises he won’t tell if she lays down, shuts her eyes for just a little bit. 

The clack of her slamming down another tile snaps Miles back to his senses, and he holds the urge to scream behind his teeth where it lives.

Truly, Miles never foresaw himself having to work out the needlessly complex logistics of something like this. Scrabble, he thought, was simple—you spell. Whoever spells better wins. And Franziska, in that regard, would be a worthy opponent—she was a child prodigy, after all, some days Miles wondered if she was born with a law book in her hand.

She clearly did not agree with him, though. Franziska had demanded, right off the bat, that they play in German—as Miles would have an unfair advantage if they played in English. It was obvious in the angry pink heat of her cheeks that she was not expecting him to flip the script on her, because he retorted that she would have the unfair advantage were they to play in German. 

So… they are playing in Denglish.

It’s going about as well as one might expect.

Miles stares down at the board, squinting at the mess of letters Franziska has seemingly thrown down at random. Zurückverfolgt, it says, and it has, somehow, cleared out her entire tray, netting her an additional fifty points on top of the—thirty-six?!—she’s already just pulled. When he raises his stunned gaze from the tiles, Franziska looks about as smug as he’d expect her to, arms crossed as she leans back in victory.

“That’s not a real word.”

“It is.”

Miles had the errant thought, as they were settling down to do this, that he should’ve flagged the elder von Karma down and asked him to fetch one or ten German-English dictionaries from the manor’s sprawling library. There was a military-grade walkie-talkie resting on the bedside table, it would only be a single button press, a short request—yet still, Miles cannot find the energy to do even that. 

Outside, with the sun having set, the chill creeps in through the aging windowpanes, beneath the outdated architecture of the manor. Franziska is wearing her comforter like a massive, regal cape, one that would make her look like a ruler of all she surveys were it not for the incessant shivering and sniffling. Miles, too, grows cold as the whirling flurries outside crawl beneath his skin, and it gets harder and harder to ignore that it is still December.

“It shouldn’t be,” Miles says. “This language is a pillar of the decay of society.”

“You are a pillar of foolishness,” Franziska retorts, “not to mention a sore loser.”

Miles takes a deep breath, trying so desperately not to envision the shape of his love for his sister as it grows smaller and smaller there in his chest. Perhaps that metaphor isn’t particularly fair—of course he still loves her, he just doesn’t have the patience for this right now. Interacting with anyone in the heart of winter is a chore, and that’s for mere minutes at a time. Being locked in a room for this long with someone as trying as Franziska, it would drive anyone insane.

And there is simply… no reprieve. Because they’re in quarantine, Miles has been commanded by the house’s patriarch to stay exactly where he is. He’s not permitted to even stick his head out the door to breathe anything else besides the same recycled air, feeling thinner and thinner by the minute with the amount of disease it must be carrying. The door might as well be nailed shut.

Franziska is gloating. Miles is staring at her, watching her lips move, but the overhead light is buzzing, it drowns out the noise of all else. That same buzz seems to itch in the space where muscle meets bone, Miles feels it like hundreds of tiny stormclouds beneath his skin. Steeling himself, he keeps his eyes on the floor, away from the walls as the space between them gets smaller and smaller and smaller.

He can’t breathe. 

It’s an otherwise unremarkable thing, just a bit of a squeeze in his chest that the air refuses to flow around properly. There’s a sense of coldness in his fingers, like he’s reached out the window and grabbed a handful of snow off the tree, tingling and hard to ignore. Experimentally, he balls a fist, relaxes. He does that a few times, trying to will the blood to warm his digits the way it’s supposed to. 

“—and acknowledge me when I speak to you, Miles!”

Miles hears her riding crop whirr past his ear before he feels it hit his hand. A hiss through his teeth is what follows, like his body can’t even find the energy to yelp proper. Any attempt to jerk away from Franziska is lost entirely in the way she gives chase—if he backs up, she’ll easily follow. This close, he feels the fever radiating off her like a space heater, made even more stuffy and suffocating by the way her angry words puff his hair into his face. 

The room shrinks, still. Franziska doesn’t seem to notice.

#did you know? maybe dont lock miles in a room he can't get out of. #just an idea. #wip wednesday

[comet-wire]

Sweet Tooth Bats - oc concept/ref pages!!

Information so far can be found in my carrd!

Read my comic!

Cross posted on my Instagram & TikTok!

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Character notes & art below!

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Merchant/Jester:🍭🎭

Name:Kevin but goes by Kirby in their jester gig, doesn't mind either name to be referred too

•He/they

•Part time jester and merchant, they took up two jobs to be able to sustain their living requirements; although very exhausted. They're actually a really good jester! However, he tends to get unfocused and mess up, but it garners him more attention and laughter so at times he doesn't have to worry about it despite still being embarrassed. Previous employers from some jester related gigs haven't thought much of it, in fact they'd think he did it on purpose to be funny, so it works out well for Kevin/Kirby.

•Skinniest and lankiest of the trio

•21-22 y/o

•Jester attire is more elegant but silly, often sporting a white, baby blue and pastel pink color scheme with some gold accents. His merchant attire is the most elegant out of the two but considerably more simple than their jester attire, both have the same color scheme. It makes him look like cotton candy and the only two allowed to point this out without getting a yellow diamond esque stare is his partners.

•He's basically that image of the guy in the window with the cigarette 67% of the time but he's all lovey and blushy with his partners. He's the tallest but Salem and Ripley are shorter but considerably stronger than him and it makes them blush all the time.

Black hair but eventually dyes/puts some pink in it

•Refrigerates empty cardboard (he forgets to throw it out lol)

•The "Sweet" in 'sweet tooth bats'

Kevin/Kirby - Instagram post

Shark Tamer:🦈🌊

Name: Ripley

•They/them but doesn't mind other pronouns as they are apathetic towards gendered terms specifically

•Once human but got cursed to be part fish/shark, they don't mind it but get worried about outliving Kevin/Kirby. They love their sharks and are actually happy they can swim underwater with them since the curse/transformation.

•They meet Salem and Kevin/Kirby post curse however

•Stocky but slightly toned,arms are the most toned/beefy

•20-21 y/o

•Their clothing style is more street wear-esque with a slight hint of flowiness at times but they usually wear a tube top thing and dark blue baggy streetwear type pants with rips in it with red accents.

•They also have gills on their neck and sharp teeth! They have shark like teeth but 3 specific teeth are oddly longer but Kirby/Kevin and Salem think it's cute

•They appear more human-like but the longer they're swimming or underwater the more shark-like they become! It is not an H20 mermaid situation, if they get water on them for a split second they're absolutely fine! They'll get grayish-blue skin as a result of their curse

•Darker blue and white hair

•They have a tattoo on their one shoulder!

•Can pick up both Kevin/Kirby and Salem with ease

•Melancholic personality but also mischievous; therefore they and Salem get the sillies and Kev/Kirby are just 🧍

•Due to sharks being often misunderstood, as they actually do not pursue humans but are merely curious, they also get their fair share of misunderstood situations due to the curse and also working with sharks

•Two of their sharks are named Finn and Wave

•The "Tooth" in 'sweet tooth bats'

Ripley - Instagram post

Vampire/Vampyre:🦇🩸

Name:Salem Cynfael, nickname is Sally. Last name is pronounced 'Sin-fell'.

•He/they/it

•Chubby and pear shaped!! Very squishy in the face

•21-23 y/o

•They like to wear the usual cape and cravat type vampire get up but they switch it up every now and again, they just like the flowiness of the cape (it's his favorite!!) But other than that it's often seen wearing dark colors with occasional splashes of bright colors, they would like the scene and goth styles (given that they're a younger vampire)!

•They dye part of their hair red as a way to honor their deceased mother, as he has his deceased father's hair color so it combined the two colors in its hair!

•Very smiley for a vampire, often bleps which makes the other two go 🥺 bc they look so silly with their fangs in the mix of the blep, it's one of their stims!

•Has a slight accent! Is it German or Romanian?? We don't know (yet) lol

•Has umbrellas as to not get so burnt by the sun!

•fascinated with humans but most humans have appeared to be scared of him from the little interaction he has gotten with them, still wishes to be friends. Thinks they're "Full of life;" Salem only drinks animal blood if he absolutely needs to, other than that he doesn't drink blood.

•The "Bats" in 'Sweet tooth bats'

Salem - Instagram post

Other notes:

-Salem is loosely based off of Oskar from School for vampires!

-Ripley is loosely based off of Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto) and Splatoon!

-Kevin/Kirby is named after the lil pink creature Kirby and also Kevin from spooky month!

#val/comets art #val/comets ocs #my ocs #sweet tooth bats comic #sweet tooth bats (ocs) #jester oc #vampire oc #shark oc #monster oc #monster design #goth oc #ibispaintapp #ibis x paint #clown oc #jester #merchant oc #putting in queue so itll deploy later #digital art #concepts #oc concepts #oc reference #oc ref sheet #sweet tooth bats concept art #sweet tooth bats reference art #long post #salem cynfael #kevin/kirby the jester #ripley the shark tamer #<<<oc tags #they're my poly gay ppl my beloveds

[kingsnooz]

Chapter 2

Soft chirps could be heard as a family of Birdon dreamt in their nest. Soft trills subconsciously were made by the parents to soothe their young. A sudden gust of wind was cast into a chick’s face stirring it awake for a moment but eventually went back to its dozing state.

Skidding to a halt upon landing in the clearing, Meta Knight felt ashamed as his wings were tucked. The king was already there, along with the accessory adorned dee. Complication after complication happened on his ship. First he awoke behind schedule due to not setting his alarm (and collapsing from exhaustion), then the training between the newest recruits got out of hand and of course as their leader couldn’t allow such insolence to continue. But how could he break it to the king! The astral’s whole reputation may be ruined. He couldn’t even look at them.

He fell to his metaphorical knees in defeat.

“Your majesty, there is no way I can make up for my tardiness. I sincerely hope you could forgive me.”

A snore could be heard.

Oh… they were asleep.

Bandee stretched and nudged his king awake causing him to make a grumbling yawn.

“Finally decided to make an appearance eh masked man?”

“Sire allow me to apologize, I-." Meta started but was cut off.

"Eh don’t worry about it, just glad you got some rest. Now help us move these rocks. We already started but decided to take a nap since we had some extra time.”

Indeed some of the large boulders have been moved, others cleanly cracked apart.

After clearing away the rubble, the purple shard was thankfully still there… until it bursted apart. In a split second both Dedede and Bandee were covered by Meta Knight’s cape.

After returning… two masks were there.

Both a light grayish steel and slashes of gold. Although both crescents one had golden waves, reminiscent of a sun along with other small differences. All the while Galaxia began to vibrate.

“Galaxia, what’s wrong?!” The distressed knight cried out.

“I… I know of them my child. They’re no master crown but are somewhat similar to me. They choose who has their power. Only when true strength is proven can they willingly work with the host and even then the mask must have a connection to the holder in some way.”

This information was relayed with mixed results.

“I’m not so sure about this sir, we just recovered from the Jamba Heart situation.” Bandee noised.

“Well leave it to us then! Me and Meta have been itchin’ for a chance to let loose!” Dedede proudly announced.

“Wait, what?!” Bandee stated shocked.

“All you kiddies have been working too hard. Me and metal head can take care of whatever trials these things have for us. Go off and play with Kirbs or something. Tell the pink blob I said hi.” Dedede said matter of factly.

“B-but great king!”

“No cuts, no buts, no coconuts. Now get out there and have some fun!” The penguin laughed pushing the dee away.

“Yes sir! Oh and one last thing.”

With surprising strength the child pulled the astral towards him.

“You better keep him safe.” He whispered.

“Bye!”

“Your majesty, allow me to consu-“ But before that the royal had already approached the mask.

“Alright, me and my bat winged buddy would like to accept y’all’s challenge.” He proudly announced. Nothing happened.

“Díos mío mi rey, you must be more careful.”

Abruptly the earth began to shake as a tower rose and rose, breaching the clouds.

Behind the bird a sharp inhale could be heard. Dedede didn’t feel the need to turn around, already knowing the tone all too well.

“And I thought I was the rash one when we were younger.” Meta knight said, his glare piercing the monarch he could almost feel it.

Kirby heard a knock on his door and crawled out of bed, putting his night cap on its hanger.

The pink puff opened his door and his eyes immediately lit up.

“Hiya Kirby! I have some extra time today and wanted to ask if we could hang out today?” Bandee asked.

“Of course Bandee! But I just woke up so I’m kinda hungry…” Right on cue the literal bundle of joy’s endless stomach grumbled.

“We could make an apple pie!” Bandee announced as Kirby jumped up and down.

“Alright, I could use some more apples. We can stop by a shop for more supplies!”

So together the kids went off on the smaller than usual quest.

“Preparations must be made. It’s necessary to gather supplies depending on how long this could take. You bring the essentials and I’ll contact my crew.” The knight listed as the king gave him a thumbs up and once again the knight took to the skies.

Upon returning the knight saw… well this was his own fault.

Containers of various foods, cooking supplies, care products, at least some fully needed things and… was that a chess board?

“Before you say anything I already got it all planned out. Now c’mere.” The king stated and once again lifted Meta Knight and reaching for is cape. From then the supplies were thrown in.

“Why must you misuse my prized accessory?”

“It’s not misusing, it’s being smart.” Dedede pointed out.

“Remind me to teach you how to make your own… now are you ready?”

“You bet it!” The king smirked.

(Last chapter)

#kirby #bandana waddle dee #meta knight #king dedede #kirby fanfic #shorter but mostly build up #my stuff

[byanyan]

@maximummuses sent:ㅤ"Go home." (From Damian)

late night wanderingsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤgo home. it's a line they're familiar with, flung at them from around every corner by those older than them for as long as they can remember. it's an aggravating one, dismissive of them in the most infuriating sort of way — always based on their age, and nothing more.

this time, however... things are a little more interesting. turning on their heel to face the jackass who's joined them on the rooftop, biting retort at the ready, byan isn't expecting to find themself staring down someone who appears to be somewhere around the same age as them. even less are they expecting to find themself face to face with robin. surprise evident, etched into features which initially held little more than hostility, they simply stare at him for a long moment, whatever words they'd been ready to attack him with now evaporated and gone.

and here they thought they'd never see the bat or the bird with their own two eyes, let alone have one standing directly in front of them. seems like they aren't the only one who's been drawn to the area by all the commotion down below.

ㅤㅤ" huh. you're a lot smaller in person than i expected. "ㅤrecovering from the shock almost as quickly as they'd been struck by it, a vaguely mocking grin creeps across the teen's lips as they give the other a once-over. stepping back from the ledge they've been peering over for the last ten minutes or so in an effort to figure out just what the hell is going on in the streets down below, they draw themself up to their full height and quirk an eyebrow, hands slipping casually into the pockets of their shiny pink bomber jacket. head canting to one side, numerous earrings tinkling with the motion as they knock against one another, byan looks rather like they're about to start snickering.

ㅤㅤ" i'm not goin' anywhere, fuck you. "ㅤdespite the amusement in their expression, there's a subtly scathing note about their tone and something almost challenging that flashes in their eyes, like they're insulted by the order and they're daring him to step forward and try to enforce it.ㅤ" i got front row seats t' whatever clusterfuck is goin' on down there, an' i got no interest in listenin' to dudes in capes. you go home, freak. "

#maximummuses #maximummuses / damian. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: gotham ⋮ in city / i feel my spirit is contained. #ahhhh hi i was v excited to see your muses in my inbox!! #i'm so sorry that byan's gonna be an absolute shithead to at least one of them tho #i think they'll be at least a little nicer w/ maps but damian? they're going to be a Problem with him smh

[venus-star-bynding]

HEY GIRLIES (INTRO POST)

ok so... i suppose it's about time to introduce the cast. if you've been following vsb you know who they are, but, just in case you need a list...

Tess Starriy- Ness AU. chimera, part Giigian, PSI user. likes women and hitting people with her baseball bat.

Yuki Tazimile- Lucas AU. not a chimera, but a PSI user nonetheless. likes sunflowers and crying in her room at 3 AM.

Mitzuki Tazimile- Claus AU. chimera, part Giigian, PSI user. former Commander of the Pigmask army. WILL kill you. likes stargazing and punching things with her platinum arm.

Zalind Rosze- Jeff AU. chimera, something user?? does she have PSI?? we don't know. i don't think she knows either. likes bazookas and geometry.

Tillie Scarlette- Porky AU. not technically a chimera, but is considered one anyway. PSI user. former Vessel of the first Emperor of the Mind, Gyiyg. likes murder and the color pink.

Franklin Tenni- Ninten AU. chimera, PSI user. hopes you don't notice i only named her that to make franklin badge jokes.

Twinkle Roosevelt- Lloyd AU. chimera. the subject of philosophical debates on whether she is technically alive or not. a bit jealous that Zalind got PSI and she didn't.

Jack Mars- Duster AU. chimera, part Giigian, PSI user. also in a band called the Runaways. likes playing the bass and drinking paint.

Madame Fassaud- Fassad AU, though you could probably guess that. chimera, mostly made of plastic. PSI user, due to being a Monarque nymph. likes capitalism and listening to electra heart without understanding the meaning of the album.

Colonel Ivory- former colonel of the Pigmask army. chimera (?). seems mean, but will cry if you compliment his cape. likes embroidery and baking.

Roj Saturn- a Saturnian. from Saturn. who speaks Saturnian. obviously. chimera, PSI user. wears a red kerchief as a hood that she sewed herself. will adopt any traumatized child she finds in the dirt. likes cinnamon scented candles and baking pies.

Codyrwin- Tillie's Mindkin. former second Emperor of the Mind, after Gyiyg was killed. annoying. hates being called Cody. would kill you, but can't use PSI. likes arcades and taking over cities.

Soline- slightly aged up Fuel AU. chimera. drummer for the Runaways. likes fire and being way too loud at 12:30 AM.

Eyes- Tess's Mindkin. cellist for the Runaways. tends to jump into situations without thinking. gives the best advice, somehow. likes adventures with his friends and killing gods.

Vittoria- Queen Mary AU. Franklin's Mindkin. violinist for the Runaways. everyone's mom. likes singing and dramatically standing on the balcony of her castle watching over the land.

Truman- a Mook. PSI user. guitarist for the Runaways. drunk all the time. not to be trusted, in the nicest way possible. likes drinking paint at home depot and seeing how many public spaces he can get kicked out of.

Telestra Starbov- the last surviving Starman. PSI user. a former general of the Pigmask army, though she doesn't like to talk about it. singer for the Runaways. likes standing very still and staring at you.

Saf Saturn- another Saturnian. from Saturn. y'know. PSI user. very sarcastic. curses too much for a Saturnian. pianist for the Runaways. likes guns and occasionally drinking paint.

Tamothy Timor- a robot created by the Pigmask army. backup singer for the Runaways. thinks he deserves his own tv show. likes using the sparkle emoji and thinking he's the most popular Runaway.

Roxanne- Mecha-Porky AU. possibly the only creature in existence who idolizes Tamothy. plays tambourine for the Runaways. has no musical talent at all but was adopted into the band after escaping from the Pigmasks. likes video games (only when she wins) and gossiping about the Pigmasks.

Bunnie Larimar- a girl from an alternate dimension. guitarist for the Runaways. no one knows about the world she comes from because she never talks about it. likes women and making bad decisions.

Love Tazimile- Yuki's Mindkin. backup singer for the Runaways. brother of Gyiyg, the former Emperor of the Mind. very sensitive, cries easily. likes dogs and flowers.

have fun! i will not elaborate further. (/lh)

#venus star bynding #vsbposting #if you aren't the one person on the planet who has context for this... #i am deeply sorry for the chaos you just read. #(no i'm not) #(read it again /j) #context posts

[severed-ties-uf]

Chapter Thirteen: Plot

Trigger warning: torture.

Three weeks before the last chapter, Jackie had just killed the two monsters who were a part of the bombing plot against Chara, (the conversation heard on the Echo Flowers).

“Got 'em.” Jackie says, lowering his rifle, putting it on safe, and placing it on his back with the sling. “Well, that’s that. Hmm- I should probably check if either of them had anything on them.” He thinks to himself, as he turns himself into a bat and flies down to where the monsters once stood; upon reaching them, he turns back into his regular form.

He reaches down to their clothes covered in dust, and checks their pockets for anything useful. Eventually, in one of their jackets, he finds a notebook with a pink bookmark in it, opening it to the bookmarked page.

On said page, he finds information regarding the location of the terrorist gang responsible for the attack's hideout. He learns that they have been responsible for multiple assassination attempts in the past, and that they had a total of twenty-three members at one point. And finally, the name of the gang: The Liberation. He chuckles, thinking to himself, “Asriel is going to love this.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone and calls up Asriel. Upon picking up, Jackie wastes no time. “I have something for you, your highness, I think you’ll love it.” He says, chuckling to himself.”

“What is it?”

“A book containing a fuck ton of information on the terrorist gang responsible for the attack, and several other attacks it seems.” Jackie responds.

“Oh,” Asriel says, almost laughing in satisfaction. “Bring it here, I’d love to meet this gang myself.”

“Right away.” Jackie responds, hanging up. Without further delay, he turns himself into a wolf, and runs off towards the castle at top speed (200 m/s).

——————

Once at the Castle, Jackie turns himself into a bat, and flies up to the balcony of Asriel's study, returning to his normal form once there. Standing there, waiting for him, is Asriel.

“Howdy.” Asriel says, opening the door to let Jackie in.

“Hey. Jackie responds, reaching into the pocket of his cape and pulling out the notebook, “I got it right here.” Jackie hands the notebook over to Asriel.

“Excellent! Come on in.” Asriel says. Jackie follows him into the room, and they both sit down at a desk.

Asriel opens the notebook and begins to examine the pages. “The Liberation, huh? Pretty generic name.” He says dryly. “Hmm. So that’s where they are, in an abandoned building just outside of the heart of New Home. And there’s at most twenty of them, since three are dead. Good.”

“Yup. And better yet, according to what I heard from their conversation, they’ve run out of ideas, for trying to kill Chara. They described your and Sans' defense of Chara to be too good for them to bypass.” Jackie responds.

“That’s perfect.” Asriel says, laughing to himself, and leaning back into his chair.

“So, what are you going to do?” Jackie asks.

Asriel sits up straight in his chair, “I am going to rally up some guards, and storm the place, you’re free to join me.” He says, smiling.

“Hell yeah, I’m coming.” Jackie responds.

“We attack tomorrow at dawn. Meet me at the Castle barracks.” Asriel says, standing up.

“Sounds good.”

Jackie leaves, and Asriel exits his study and heads downstairs to the living area. On the couch sits Chara. He walks over to them, placing his hand on their head and ruffles their hair. Chara giggles in response.

Asriel lifts his hand up, and speaks. “Good news, Chara. We found the location of the terrorist gang responsible for the most recent attack, and apparently several others.” He says.

“Oh, good. What are you going to do?” Chara Asks.

“We're staging an attack tomorrow.”

“Are you going to kill them!?” They ask panicked.

“Only if we have to, I’d like to solve this nonviolently.” Asriel states.

“Okay.”

——————

The next day: Jackie meets up with Asriel in the barracks. Jackie wearing a combat uniform, with his rifle slung on his back, and holding his magic weapon, Sleight of Hand (a magic set of sharp playing cards that he can control with his mind). Asriel stands, wearing his partial armor and robes, holding his red magic sword.

“Are you ready your highness?” Jackie asks.

“Ready as ever.”

——————

Asriel, Jackie and a handful of guards, stand outside the compound. “Attention, members of The Liberation. This is Asriel Dreemurr, we have you surrounded. Surrender now, and we can all walk out of here unscathed.” Asriel yells.

No response.

“I repeat, surrender now, and none of you will be harmed!” He once again yells.

Without further ado, they storm the compound, several monsters surrendered, those who fought back were put down swiftly. However something was off, there were only eight members at the compound, when there should’ve been much more.

Asriel and Jackie stand in a back, windowless room, which they have turned into a makeshift interrogation room. Their leader, Don, lies on the floor.

Asriel approaches Don. “I’m going to be nice here, and give you one chance to tell me where the others are.” He says, coldly.

“Rot in hell.” Don responds.

Asriel grabs the man by the face, forcing eye contact with him. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And right now, it seems like you’re picking the hard way.” Asriel says, throwing him to the ground. “Is that right?”

“Fuck you!” Don yells.

Asriel sighs, “I warned you.” He says, grabbing Don's hand, hard (not enough to break it though) partially digging his claws into it to lock it in place.

Don hisses in pain, “you’ll never get me to talk!” He taunts

“So, this is how it is going to work.” Asriel says. “I have your hand here, and I will keep burning until you tell me.”

“Go to hell.”

Without hesitation, Asriel creates fire in his right hand (the one holding Don's hand), at a relatively low intensity.

Don screams in pain.

Asriel continues burning, Don's hand becoming more and more charred. “TELL ME!” Asriel yells in a hauntingly booming deep voice.

Don says nothing. In response Asriel intensifies the flame, continuing to burn Don's hand, and the fire spreading to his wrist. Don watches as bits of the flesh on his hand fall off and land on the ground in front of him. Screaming in agony.

After another minute, Don finally gives in. “Stop! Please! I’ll tell you! I'll tell you!” He begs.

Asriel stops the flame, still holding Don's hand. “SPEAK!” He yells.

Don struggles to speak through crying. “They’re in another building, in New Home.”

“WHERE!?” Asriel demands.

“In a basement, under the Royal Monument.” Don responds. “There’s a hidden passage, under the statue of Asgore.”

“How?” Asriel quietly says to himself. “Do you work for anyone?” He asks.

“No, but we do have someone funding us and providing weaponry.” Don responds.

“Who?”

“Asgore.”

“Fuck.” Asriel says to himself, agitated. He looks over to Jackie, “read his mind, is he lying?”

“No.” Jackie says. “I’m afraid not.”

“God damn it.” Asriel says, dropping Don's hand, which is now charred to the bone; Asriel turns around and begins to leave the room. “He’s yours, Jackie. Do what you please.”

Jackie chuckles to himself, looking towards Don, licking his lips, and opening his mouth, revealing his shark-like teeth.

Don, attempts to back up. “No, please!” He begs.

Jackie bolts toward Don, grabbing his arms and biting deep into his neck. Don squirms, flails, and screams in pain, to no avail. Jackie drains his blood until Don finally turns to dust.

——————

The same day, Asriel and his team stormed the second compound, arresting some members and killing the rest.

——————

Sans is awoken by a phone call. He quickly picks it up, barely awake.

“Sans, we need to talk about something.” Asriel says.

Sans quickly pays attention, realizing the seriousness in Asriel's voice. “Yes, your highness? What is it?”

“Something major came up. Without getting into the details, I am going to need you to keep a close watch on Chara when with them, okay?”

“Alright. Understood.” Sans responds, confused.

“Thank you.” Asriel says, and hangs up.

Author’s notes:

Jackie can only somewhat read minds, just enough to tell when someone is lying. He hasn’t developed full mind reading yet.

Asriel commenting on the name being generic is me just roasting myself for not being able to think of a good name.

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#underfell #underfell sans #underfell chans #underfell chara #underfell fanfiction #underfell ship #undertale fanfiction #undertale ship #undertale #chans #chara x sans #underfell oc #underfell asriel #childhood friends au #underfell au #severed ties uf #severed-ties-uf #tw: torture

[cleverhalloweenpun]

Thoughts on the New Trailer

normally I’d put this under a read more, but I guess that new ‘expand’ feature makes read mores pointless I guess so.

opening shot shows us the whole school, and what seems to be a whole town behind it? I was wondering why the school would be the Only safe space for monsters, like you’re only in high school for what... 3, 4 years? but it seems a whole society has been built surrounding the school, giving us a bit of a Camp Jupiter (from percy jackson) situation I guess? I think that’s really fun from a worldbuilding perspective. The trailer also gives us a few more locations

like this: the Coffin Bean, which is on school grounds now, supporting my theory that the school is more than an educational institution, but rather an entire town. Also it just looks gorgeous. The vibes are Immaculate. Gothic Castle with Slightly Less Ancient wooden buildings added on and Even more modern 1960′s Diner-looking coffee shop within it. Amazing concept, lovely execution. Also I’m just happy to see the Coffin Bean back, I used to have the playset as a kid.

we also get to see Frankie’s bedroom, it’s full of knick-knacks but what stood out to me were the Body Parts they’ve got hanging behind them. Are they there purely for decoration, or are they Replacement Parts they could change into if their limbs break or they feel like sporting a pink hand one day? (I wonder if it’s foreshadowing for the animated series, maybe switching up their body parts will be a Thing with Cartoon Frankie, we know they have a mechanical leg at least)

Bloodgood’s office looks just about how I expected it to, no Nightmare in sight though... where is the Horse! she’s supposed to be the headless horseman, not the horseless headmistress! Actual reason I took this screenshot was her “I hate mondays” mug though. A Big Mug for her Big Mood. I wonder if she bought it for herself or if it was a gift from the school staff lmao.

Heath’s shoes and socks being better than the entire rest of his fit. They’re really Heath, I like them.

Terrifying Trigonometry. I was not prepared for Frankie to look So Tiny compared to Clawdeen in some of these shots. Are they the only one not wearing heels? I feel like their height changes throughout the movie. The hallway could have looked better, but the coffin lockers and the swarm of bats that just flew through it are making me nostalgic nevertheless.

no straight nonsense between Clawdeen and Deuce please don’t even Tease it. I swear. I’m still hoping the Thing they’re hinting at with these two is that they’re both half human, and that’s why they were referred to Like That on the website. Please I do not want to see Clawdeen have a crush on a boy and we’ve had enough Romance Drama with Deuce in Gen 1 give him a Break.

Cleo with tinsel in her hair here, eye of Ra necklace and scarab details on her nightgown. Have we ever seen Cleo in green before? Either way, it looks really good, why did they reveal the characters with their worst outfits when they’ve got looks like these throughout the movie? Strange decisions.

Speaking of good looks, Abbey’s holographic bubble jacket? Great Decision. Love that for her.

also this look that Frankie’s got going on. White shirt with a sweater vest that has the original monster high colour scheme? Bow tie? Ripped Jeans WITH a Plaid Skirt, Tennis socks AND Dangly Neon Pink Earring?? Dead Fashion Disaster Walking. and I love them for it. reminds me of when I got to dress myself for picture day in 6th grade. Why can’t they wear all their favorite clothes all at once? They’re new to this they’re just figuring it out.

Draculaura’s little winged boots!! also the cape! Very cute, but not as cutesy as gen 1 Draculaura, which I’m really going to miss, but I think her new style and personality balances out this new gen 3 trio, so I see why they changed her this much. She was my fave as a kid, but I feel like if this came out back then, Frankie would probably be my favourite instead, this Draculaura is meant to be someone else’s favourite, if that makes sense.

y’all just stepped right into Ghoulia’s bedroom. She was trying to sleep, and you started trampling all over her things! Rude.

and then there’s this which I’m guessing is Jekyll’s lab? and... tomb? I honestly have no idea what to expect from this, but the wishful thinking part of my brain wants to say this strengthens the theory that our boys Jackson and Holt will be revealed/hinted at towards the end of the movie.

#monster high #monster high the movie #long post #monster high gen 3 #mh g3

[icyhotsugar19]

“A night to remember”

Authors note: Omg I genuinely cannot believe I'm doing this rn, Hi! Uhm it's Robyn! It's been a year and you probably didn't even miss this but here I am! With writing motivation..yay! And since I've kept reading fanfics my writing has most likely gotten better, 2020 and 2021 was a wild year.

The setting is in 1800s btw

It was a cold night.

You were running down the forest, escaping from someone..something..somebody..at this rate you couldn't even imagine what it was due to how scared you were, so you kept on running, and running down the dark forest hoping you'd escape from whatever was chasing you.

Your legs hurt and your lungs did too, due to the lack of air you were getting since you were running so fast you got a headache. You trip over a small rock, this making you fall so suddenly that you couldn't catch yourself. Your face hit the ground, you quickly try to get up but you're dizziness and leg cramping made it difficult for you. So you crawled and crawled and crawled for around 5 minutes until you find a mansion, red and black themed with gargoyles on each window, you were so desperate to finally lose the thing that was chasing you, that you were left with no option but to go in.

You stood up and slowly walked to the gates, black and sharp who shined with the beautiful moonlight coming from the sky. To your surprise the gates were open, as if something was waiting for you. You went in the front yard, yet all of the sudden you get chills running down your spine, as if something didn't want you there. Yet you kept heading to the front door. The grass was covered with fog who you didn't understand where it came from, nevertheless you paid it no attention.

Finally, you stood outside the front door, 2 wooden 5 foot doors who blocked your entry, these 2 had a particular handle, that looked like a bull's pierced nose. You laughed nervously at this thought. You knocked 3 times, hoping someone would let you in. But it wouldn't be much of a surprise if nobody did, since the lights were off. And the only sign of live coming from the mansion was the freshly cut bushes. Yet there was no answer, with much concern, you knock 3 more times. This time, you see something that catches your eye.

A strange figure flying around the blue night sky. Which looked like.. a bat?! Seems like the "bat" came in from a window, and suddenly theres black smoke coming from it. As if something just transformed. Then the window closes..You think this is odd but due it the headache and the feeling of almost passing out you couldn't think much about it. Your vision starts going black. That's when you see a figure opening the door. Seems to be a male dressed in a suit. A very pale man.. who's hair was bi-colored, hair split in the colors of red and white with a particular scar..You couldn't catch anymore details since you pass out.

When you wake up you find yourself in a pretty wealthy looking room, candles and a bed decorated with red blankets which was the one you were laying on. It had a slightly pink veil. "Pretty" you thought. Right after that. You see the same man who you saw the the doorstep. This time you had the opportunity to catch some details.

He had this black cape which's interior was red. A green collar along with an old fashioned tie. He had heterochromia. Making his eyes more captivating than they were. Something that really caught your attention was his scar and his fangs. Such long fangs.. that's a bit odd isn't it?

"Ma'am, are you feeling any better? Or is there something that perhaps pains you? If you need me to get you some water I'll most pleased will."

He said. In such a captivating manner. No one has ever talked to you with such care and concern

"N-no sir, Ill be fine, I can assure you that. But could you tell me who you are? And what is this place?"

You stuttered a bit due to the sudden appearance of this man. Who even though you were close or everyone from your kingdom and you knew all the faces from there, you couldn't recognize this one.

"Yes! Forgive my manners ma'am. My name is Shoto Todoroki, This is my mansion. Where my family and I used to live. I apologize if I scared you"

He said looking a bit upset due to his previous lack of manners. There was a short yet comfortable silence. Until he said;

"You looked a bit pale when I took you in. Was there something that you were running from? I'm saying this because I noticed a lot of sweat coming from you, and that you were Hyperventilating."

Pale?! He had no place to be talking about paleness if he looks like a sheet of paper! Though you understood his concern

"Yes there was. Though I cannot fathom out what it was."

He looked at the ground with a disappointed expression. He sighed and then got up.

"If there is anything you need, please just shout my name. And I will be heading here shortly."

He went downstairs.

You looked around the room more carefully. You noticed a beautifully designed rug. Red with yellow stripes. As if it belonged to a royal. The sight from the window was mesmerizing. You could see the bear moon with a thin of clouds surrounded by it.

You got up. Wanting to see more of the mansion and so you did. You went out the room and saw family pictures in the wall besides the stairs. It seemed like Shoto's family. His parents,His siblings, and little him.

You kept going down stairs and you see him with a glass of wine in his hand. Looking outside the window.

"Sir? I was wondering if you could tell me more about yourself. Don't ask why though. It's merely curiosity. Nothing more."

He turned around by the bear sound of the word "sir". You went down the stairs and got close to him

"Oh! Yes, uhm I've been living here since the day I was born. And my family has owned this house for generations. I can't deny it gets lonely."

You tilted your head with that last sentence. Thinking about how could it be lonely since he seemed so young. His family should still be around..right?

"If you don't mind me asking. Where is your family?"

He raised his sharp eyebrows at the question. As if he wasn't expecting it.

"My family? They're.. away."

I mean sure they were away but only because they moved a century ago. They thought it would be best for the family to split so they don't get hunt down. His father decided Shoto would stay on the house you are staying in.

You hummed at his answer. Looking outside the window as well. You could see the beautiful night sky covered in stars along with their biggest star. The moon. Such a wonderful view to share with such a handsome man.

The thought of human's sleep routine came to his mind out of nowhere. Realizing he had to send you to sleep

"My lady, it's very late at night. I think you should go rest based off how rough this night has been to you."

He says. But you Hear something that you can't believe. The certain word of "my lady" came out of him mouth. You couldn't tell if it was an accident or if it was intended. But you didn't care. It still made your heart flutter.

"You're right. Well! Guess I'll see you tomorrow when I wake up. Goodnight Shoto."

You say. Calling him by his name. Which this only made him get a tinted pink blush.

You went upstairs heading to your room. Not to your surprise the bed was so comfortable. As if you were shifting into a cloud. With this you came to your sleep pretty quickly. You went to sleep hoping to see that man again. A man like none you've ever met. Was it because of the house? His scar? His eyes? His hair? Or the way he talked to you? As if you were a delicate rose under his care. You couldn't fathom out which one it was. You just loved the way he made you feel. As if it was love at first sight.

Timeskip

The big morning sun rises out of your window. This making you squint your eyes. You slowly but surely get up from the bed. Ready to greet the man you saw last night. Yet he wasn't anywhere to be seen. You looked around the kitchen, living room, hallway, ballroom and even in the bathrooms but you couldn't find a clue. It is here when you open a door. This heading for his room. It was as dark as it could get. No windows. No candles. No nothing. Just pure darkness. Since you couldn't see anything you gave up and thought he just went to work or shop some food. What you didn't know is that he was in that room sleeping upside down. Just like a bat! He opened his eyes due to the cracking sound of the door. He stood up and went out wondering was was it you needed. But don't worry reader!! He won't touch any sunlight since The windows are closed. It's just candles.

He steps out to find you getting ready to go out

"Hello! Ma'am! I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier! I was busy."

He tried to excuse himself. This catching your attention. You turn back to him.

"Shoto it's ok! I understand if you were busy! But I have to go now! The village is waiting for me!"

His expression goes from happy to upset. He didn't want you to leave... he hasn't had any visitors in such a long time.. he hated being lonely.. oh man how he hated that feeling.

He runs downstairs to get close to you.

"Do you..actually need to leave?"

You could tell the upset and sad tone in his voice. Even though you had no option but to leave. You felt remorse.

"Listen here sir. I don't want to leave either but it's just I have very important things to do back home. I'll try to come and visit once in a while. Though make sure I can find you this time."

Before you leave you kiss his cheek.

Then you step outside. Disappearing into the woods. Shoto knew he couldn't do anything about it. So there he stood

Alone again. Longing for your presence.

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TYSM for reading! If you want to keep contact with me my discord is Robyn-tastic#0111 and TikTok is @autistictodoroki !!

Hope we meet again. Sincerely. Robyn

#shoto x reader