#7thfcrm

[solismused]

@7thfcrm asked: a high school gym during a pep rally. @ nezuko (if you have a gakuen (kny high school) verse! )

RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS.

"Zenitsu-kun!" She would call him over from her seat on the bleachers. Long, dark brown strands tipped with pink gently cascading down her slender shoulders. Her brother was seated on the other side of her along with Inoskue. A delicate hand was up in the air to signal for him to sit beside her and the others. "It's good that you found us." She'd beam a small smile at him. "Otherwise you would've had to sit somewhere else and Onii-chan found us good seats."

[solismused]

@7thfcrm asked: “i think someone’s watching.” @ tengen!

At first he wants to believe he's just being paranoid. That little yellow haired kid ( Zenitsu, he has to remind himself ) could always be that way. The night had been relatively quiet for the most part. The pair stationed at an abandoned farm house, that had rumors of demons passing through it. But so far it seemed quiet. He was about to open his mouth to sarcastically retort something, but then he pauses. There was something, someone. He could sense it now as he grows quiet. "Well, Well. It looks like someone came out to play with us, huh kid? Go ahead and follow my lead okay?"

[moonswisteria]

@7thfcrm sent:

“genyaaaaaa~” holding a plate of watermelon just for his boyfriend.

genya perks up at the sound of his name being called and blinks a few times as he turns to see zenitsu. his pupils dilate the moment that he sees the plate of watermelon.

"is that for me?"

[post-mortem-lullabies]

@7thfcrm replied: carry the tired son, maybe yeet him if she feels extra silly

Emil doesn't manhandle people enough, so hands up if you want Emil to lift and yeet your muse

With her hands on her hips, Emil tilted her head, her attention on Zenitsu sprawled on the ground.

She ought to carry him back to the hall, make him eat, bathe and rest. She felt like picking him up and yeeting him across the field, but he had worked hard and did well and she thought it would be a bit too mean. She could just pick him up and carry like a princess, but that was boring. Caring like a sack of potatoes - over the shoulder - was out of the question as well; last she needed was for the exhausted boy to vomit all over her.

There was an option of grabbing his foot and dragging him, but he was sentimental about his haori and Emil didn't have the heart to ruin it for him.... But...

Emil snorted at the mental picture, aware it's not going to be nearly as awesome but still, facing away, she crouched between Zenitsu's legs, lifted them and adjusted so his knees bent on her her shoulders as she kept his feet in place over her chest.

With a cheeky grin, she stood up, lifting Zenitsu upside down. If he lifted himself to sit on her shoulder, so it would be, but otherwise, he was going to be her very yellow cape.

and she's not sorry

[post-mortem-lullabies]

@7thfcrm sent: ❤️ praise kink tho——

Send ❤️ + a kink and I'll tell you if my muse would be interested in it. - accepting

With a bowl of homemade mango and lemon ice cream, Emil sat at the back of Caramel, lazily splashing her feet in the cool, sea water. It was scalding hot that day and she had opened a sun umbrella, hiding in the shade with Bor.

"From a sexual point of view, I don't care. It does nothing to me to be praised, or to praise my partner. But I have a general dislike for silence during sex and praises are a perfect thing to fill the silence with, so if my partner is into that, I'm happy to oblige."

"From a non-sexual point of view though, it's fucking hilarious." Emil grinned from ear to ear as she ate another spoonful. "What do you mean a compliment makes you horny? What do you mean cupping your cheek and saying 'good girl' is enough to make you shiver? It's so absurdly stupid that I love it."

She shrugged. "I like praises. Both giving and receiving them. I enjoy flirting for the sake of flirting. But there's nothing sexual about that for me. It's more like silly amusing jokes we tell each other."

[post-mortem-lullabies]

@7thfcrm sent: he’s tired, he’s trained enough for the day, the bruises on his body would be evident of that. hes just going to plop down next to emil and lean against her shoulder with a long sigh escaping him.

no meme // they are soft and nice together

Zenitsu had worked hard.

If his movements and breath and smell weren't evident enough of that, Emil had simply sensed it. While she was out and about - chatting and helping people out with various chores and tasks - she could still feel this Little Spark work hard in the training field.

Shelling a big pile of beans into a wide, flat bowl, Emil let Zenitsu lean against her. In turn she tilted her head, resting it against his, his hair tickling her cheek.

"How's your training going, kiddo?" She picked one of the few mandarins she had aside and 'shelled' it for Zenitsu. "What were you working on today?"

[tsukkiakarii]

“i never asked to be this way!!” zenitsu would scream out, his body shaking in anger and fear, his golden eyes glaring up at the upper moon, his sharp teeth bare as if a wild animal. //his demon au verse maybe????

unprompted 🌕 @7thfcrm

as much as he barks and snarls, kokushibō herself remains impassive: he reminds her of some woodland creature plucked from familiar greenery, wings clipped so he can no longer fly away. perhaps, if there were differing circumstances, she could feel some warped sense of pity for him.

"do you believe any of us asked?"

instead the moon remains unmoved, evidently expecting zenitsu to tire himself out eventually, "anger will serve you no purpose. why do you refuse to grow, when power is within your grasp?"

slayers these days were so strange.

[historias-multorum]

@7thfcrm continuing from this.

Tanjiro examined the bottle, attempting to be scholarly about it. "Uh well... Maybe we should take to someone who knows about this kind of stuff."

"Who do we know that's smart about strange liquids?"