#advent drabbles

[earlgreytea68]

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[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

“you look lovely.” + horrorcule

“clean this up, won’t you?” + fyostein

“its… you?” + fyolaine

“what are you doing here.” + fukumori wrong fuku

“I can’t believe you!” gods worst yuricule

“I don’t know what I am.” + teruko & tachihara

“Where did you go?” + teruko & fukuchi

YAYYY

under the cut cause these r a lot

"you look lovely." + horrorcule

"You look lovely." Kudzu purrs, adjusting Roberta's scarf, uncaring of the warmth that's ripped away from him with every brush against her. Against Death. Roberta sighs softly, not meeting his eyes as she chews on her lip nervously. "It's hardly a change from my normal outfit." "I know." Kudzu leans closer. "And I think you look lovely in that too." Her face flushes a lovely shade of red, and Kudzu prides himself on hearing Morella giggle from the other room.

"clean this up, won't you?" + fyostein (doa fyosteinnikonathan au but that's not rlly relevant)

The carpet is a mess, and Fyodor almost thinks a dog would be neater. Steinbeck sits calmly on Fyodor's chair, looking at xem while grinning easily. Fyodor smiles curtly. "Clean this up, won't you?" "Hmm." Steinbeck leans back a little. The bell collar makes a soft chime. "Prolly should do that, yeah." He makes no move to. Fyodor considers strangling him.

"it's... you?" + fyolaine

Verlaine does not get many visitors. Least of all after the end of the world. (Though for them it ended much earlier.) So they really do have a right to be surprised, when the footsteps down the hall, which are each taken with the confidence of a carnivore dragging a corpse, stop in front of them. They stare at a demon. "It's.. you?" And they know xe brought hell with xem.

"what are you doing here." + fukumori wrong fuku

"What," Mori starts, already irritated, "Are you doing here." Fukuchi chuckles, and his words all come out slurred. "Jus' a tiny visit." "Are you drunk?" Mori scoffs, but can't exactly deter someone of his build from coming in. He watches him clutch a table to stay standing. "Only a lil." Mori crosses his arms. "So you came here." "You couldn't kill me if ya tried." Fukuchi shrugs sloppily. "I would like to." Mori responds, voice curt. Fukuchi just laughs, and proceeds to turn and throw up on Mori's floor.

"i can't believe you!" + god's worst yuricule

It's somewhere inbetween all the familiar caresses and Morella's unchanging grins that are just a little too sharp that the words bubble up out of Algernon's throat. "I can't believe you!" Morella blinks, staring as if she's been hit across the face. But oh, Algernon would never strike her. Could never lift their hand to even try. And staring at her now, like this, it seems words are enough anyway. "I thought you were dead, Morella!" They continue, hugging themself. "Helen and I made you a grave!" Morella's gaze hurts as much as a blade. Algernon, who is too used to pain, does not stop. "We said eulogies! And-" They choke on something, maybe it's a sob, maybe it's not. "Can't you understand how this hurts? For you to act like nothing has changed, when I look at you and it feels like everything is different?" Morella looks like she's choking on something too. "Algy-" "Please. I don't want you to leave again, but... you returning..." They shake their head. "It doesn't erase any grief."

"i don't know what i am" + teruko & tachihara

Joining the Hunting Dogs is not something you can ever go back on. Once you're a hound, once they sharpen your fangs and your claws and clip you, it is not to be changed. So why did Tachihara hope it could be? Teruko's terrified to look for him, but now she's here, and some documents were signed and she's about to have her last surgery, and she doesn't know what that means. If they're lying or not. If she will be leaving that horrid white room still breathing. "I don't know what I am." She whispers, curling up as much as she can, going as small as she can manage without needing to be coddled. She knows Tachihara couldn't tell her, really. But- He could have made her feel less alone, at least. She might be leaderless, now, but she could have had a pack. That'd be better then this.

"where did you go?" teruko & fukuchi

The thing is that, reasonably, Teruko should know better then to think Fukuchi is coming back. He's not. Everyone else can accept that. But there is some twisted, terrible hope in her chest that rests like a disease, a mold killing her from inside, that makes Teruko want to believe. It's killing her. She goes to an empty office, and all she can think is where did you go and not oh, this is mine now. It is. She doesn't want it. She doesn't want it she wants her captain back and she wants to be held and she can't possibly wrap her head around why he ever picked her as the vice captain. She's not cut out for this. (And she wonders if it would hurt any less if she were.)

[earlgreytea68]

It's Advent drabble time again! For the sixteenth straight year!! Eek!

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[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

a santa hat + atsulucy

old holiday movies + lemon futon

last-minute gift shopping + siglai (platonic or romantic or some secret third thing; your choice)

snow angels + nikonathan

a santa hat + atsulucy

Atsushi wrinkled his nose up as Lucy set the hat on him. It was a whole new texture of itchy that he frankly kind of hated, but Lucy just giggled and booped him. "There you go, tigerkitty. All festive." Atsushi blinked. "What kind of festivities are some weird, scratchy hat even for?" Lucy grinned, clasping her hands together. "I'll call Lou, and we'll explain."

old holiday movies + lemon futon

It wasn't that Kajii chose everything in the relationship, really. But, it was true that he tended to take initative most of the time. From dates out to dates in, Kajii seemed to have an endless wealth of ideas. But it was a cold winter evening, even more so then they'd expected, and so Katai chose something for once. "Since it's freezing out," Katai hummed, eyeing Kajii in a sweater with yellows so bright it was pratically offensive, "I have a better plan." Kajii grinned with warmth and excitement, "Oh?" The TV screen flared to life, Katai grabbing Kajii by the hand and flopping into their pillow nest, snuggling against him like he was the only warmth in the house. "Hush and watch the movie."

last minute shopping & snow angels + siglaithan (i have been thinking abt them so have a combo meal)

The market was crowded a surprising amount for a day where there were at least five inches of snow in any given direction that you looked. Unfortunately, Sigma and Nathaniel were part of said crowd, both shivering their way around. They'd lost track of Nikolai, but weren't really concerned. It'd turn up later anyway, there was no point in looking. Another terrible point of this trip was that it was the day before Christmas for... at least one of them. Sigma didn't really get it and Nikolai saw no point to it, but Nathaniel was very firm about doing at least a little to celebrate it. And so, at home, they had a miserable little bonsai they'd dressed up with three ornaments, one of which was too heavy for it, and... They might have left the TV (left on the fake fireplace video) on, so that was something to immediately deal with when they returned. Their gifts were rather varied in selection, Sigma getting things that would be religated to simply items of nostagia years later, while Nathaniel picked out more functional things such as coats and the like. When they walked out of the marketplace, Sigma immediately tripped across something. "Wh-" Nathaniel looked around, then sighed deeply, glaring at Nikolai as it laid down in the snow, hapzardly making a snow angel. "Really?" Nikolai smirked in return. It didn't even shiver, as if unbothered by the cold. "Yep!"

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

sits down politely. nikoran + "that's mine, give it back!"

nikoran + "that's mine, give it back!"

There had been one bottle of ramune left in the house when they'd left that morning, and now Ranpo was back home and it was gone. They huffed, hopping up onto the counter and hooking their leg around Nikolai's neck. "Nkolai!!" They whine, and the other tanuki laughs innocently, grinning. "Yes?" Ranpo shakes it. "That's mine," They demand crankily, "Give it back!!" "Give what back?" Nikolai giggles. Ranpo wants to shove its face into the snow outside. "My ramune!!" They glare. Nikolai hums, as if considering it and leans closer, sticking their tongue out. The marble rests upon it. "Make me."

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

ice rinks  + inverted sgk

ice rinks + inverted sgk

Technically, they weren't supposed to be here. But that could be said about a great deal of things, and so Jouno and Tetchou skated out onto the ice. "Be careful." Tetchou grumbled, staring down at it as they slid slowly across it. Jouno giggled. "Are you talking to me, or yourself?" "Oh, shut up." Tetchou glanced at them, making their way over. "I'll trip you." Jouno made an overdramatic gasp, backing up. "You wouldn't." "I would." Tetchou moved closer. "Just stay still-" "Nooo!!" They snickered, before breaking into a proper run across the ice, Tetchou following right after.

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

for the spotify wrapped fic ask game:

23 + any nikolai ship of your choosing 38 + fyostein

(also im just now realizing that i could technically cheat and look at your playlist but i did not so. have fun with whatever this gives you sddfgfhgk)

HEHE yayy

23 + siglaithan (eternal winter au)

"We're going to get in trouble." Sigma groans, looking back at Nikolai. Nikolai grins, and adjusts its scarf. "Only if we get caught." "Of course we will." Nathaniel huffs, wiping snow off himself. "You're hardly one to be subtle." Nikolai laughs, grasping his wrist and pulling him close. Its breath, like a fog, melts on his cheek. "Trust me, won't you?" Sigma shudders a little as fae watches Nathaniel relent in real time.

38 + fyostein (some kind of werewolf au)

The car is an obnoxiously shiny thing that Fyodor frankly hates sitting in. It's full of Steinbeck's scent; grapes, sweat, dirt. Sometimes mulch too. There's hay attached to every part of the inside, Fyodor swears. It's nearly unbearably itchy, and yet, everytime he comes around, xe cannot help but accept his invite. Trudging out through the snow and wishing it was with xer paws, Fyodor climbs into shotgun. "Good evening." "Heyy." Steinbeck grins at him with sharp teeth, and revs the car. The moon floods in through the windows, bathing both of them in it. Fyodor bites back a relieved sigh as warm air from the AC floods xer senses. "And what meal are we indulging in tonight?"

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

*crackles knuckles* HI LOUIE!! sorry got distracted it's presentation day at uni </3 here I am with the asks I promised to send 12 hours ago lmao

soukoku + "You're a walking contradiction." "So are you, asshole." (technically two sentences but shhhh)

AND IF YOU CAN MANAGE IT!! /nf fr

kunidazai + "He has always had all of Kunikida's attention; he likes to pretend that he looks away, but he never has, not really."

(shoutout to @/galacticidiots on twt for planting these ideas in my head)

HI it's ok i get distracted from everything ever. i got funky w these

also they got kinda long so . under a cut they go andjkadnask

soukoku + "you're a walking contradiction" "so are you, asshole" (eternal winter au edition)

The snow came down heavy, impossible to see in front of them even if they squinted. Thus, Dazai stuck close to Chuuya, though their bodies didn't ever touch. Dazai was scrawny, though not quite weak, for he always carried his instrument of choice around; speaking of, his poor lute was getting snow in the inside, and because it was at least a little warm from Dazai's body, it was all melting. "Chuuya, my wonderful lute, it's going to mold!" He gasped dramatically. Chuuya rolled their eyes. "Whatever, just quiet down about it, I don't want you to attract anything." Dazai snorts. "Wouldn't Chuuya love to see me get maimed? Or no, they like my music too much..." As if to prove his point, he made a discordant strum on the lute. Chuuya stopped walking to give him an unamused look. "You're a walking contradiction." Dazai laughed. "So are you, asshole!" Chuuya kicked him in the shin.

kunidazai + "he has always had all of kunikida's attention; he likes to pretend that he looks away, but he never has, not really"

If Dazai was terrible sick, then Kunikida was infinitely worse. And with that in mind, their enviroment did no favors. The snow-covered trees stretched up and up, casting long shadows, so that they could hardly see the sun shine. Or perhaps it had been laid to rest ages ago, but they had been exhausted from the moment they woke up, so it would not make much of a difference. They'd known, already, that this would be a gamble. A vague request from a client who was a practiced sort of nervous, but it was nothing that they couldn't handle. Or so they had thought. Dazai looks back at Kunikida, who's leaned against him, eyes half-focused. He has always had all of Kunikida's attention; he likes to pretend that he looks away, but he never has, not really. Before Dazai can say a word, perhaps tease him, something to ease the stress of the situation, of Kunikida's sickness and the injury whose bandages he had to apply himself, for Dazai's hands would only leave the wound exposed the second he tried to assist- Kunikida leans forward and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Dazai," He half-groans, half-says, "I think I see the road up ahead." Dazai hums in agreement without looking away, the place that Kunikida's lips graced feeling like a welcome brand, all tingly and burning despite the temperatures. "I'll drive."