#belfrys

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starter for @belfrys​ ft taako

LITHE,  PAINTED  FINGERS SLIDE  DELICATELY  over  the  edge  of  his  vase,  shaping the  outer  edge  with  an  artist’s  precision. it  has  been  quite  a  while  since  taako  has  put  to  work  the  decorative  skills he  employs  in  baking,  but  it  feels  a  little similar,  working  on  his  baby  and  making it  look  exactly how  he  likes  it.  

teal  hues  scan  idly  over  kravitz’s  work—  not  nearly as  good  as  his  of course,  but  cute.  

he  reaches  for  the  bottle of  wine  and  tips  it  over  his  glass,  taking the  liberty  of  refilling  kravitz’s as  well.    

“  I  must  say  I  love  the  whole,  goth, you  know  macabre schtick  you’ve  got  goin’  on—  "  he  gestures  more  or  less  to  the  whole  of  the  reaper, a  gape-toothed  smile  quirked  along  the  edges  of  his  lips.  “ the  cape  is  very  nice—  is  that  part  of  the  uniform for  being  the  grim  reaper? is  that,  like,  required  or  do  you  just  go  above  and  beyond  for the  job?  ”

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@belfrys​ said: ‘ is that mine? ’ / taako from krav

“  IS  WHAT  YOURS?  ”  taako  warbles, shuffling  into  their  living  room,  cane  digging into  the  carpet with  every  step.  he  wears  a  roomy  black  hoodie with  the  abbreviation fmcr  (  fantasy my  chemical  romance )  slapped  in  white  sharp  letters  over  the  chest.

he  helps  himself to  a  seat  in  kravtz’s lap,  kicking  his  aching  legs  out  over  the  empty  half  of  the  couch. their  cat  go-gurt hops  down  from  his  perch  by  the  window,  seeking out  scratches  from  taako  that  he  idly  provides.

maybe  his  legs  are  bothering him  today,  or  maybe  kravitz was  just  at  work  too  long, but regardless    he  needed a  little  something to  keep  him  company.  that  old  hoodie that  smells  like  him  would  do  just  fine.  

he  traces  a  hot  pink  nail  beneath his  boyfriend’s  jaw,  teal  hues  greeting  his.

“  how  was  work,  babe?  did  you  swing  your  scythe  real  good?  ”

[godconsume]

◓ for lily or matsu because im finally online in time for a goofy meme @belfrys

come & claim your prize // accepting!

was matsubusa drunk again? it seemed his coping mechanisms in surviving in the rocket castle was by spiraling down into a bottle of sake, and as sakaki approached, he frowned, nose crinkling at the strong smell of alcohol. between he and aogiri's constant, petty little arguments... he was questioning why he bothered with bringing the pair into his group.

" matsubusa, " he greeted, tone dry and without warmth. " i have noticed you have been particularly... unwell as of late. so i have asked-- " made. " ghetsis to source me a pokemon to serve as an aid to you. "

within his palm, sakaki adjusted the pokeball once hidden by his fingers, now expanded and its occupant released with a press of the button.

in a burst of light, an audino manifested, cheerily trilling and peering to matsubusa, who it seemed to recognize was its new ward.

" try and keep the thing as alive as it will try to keep you. "

@belfrys obtained AUDINO!

and a bonus...

" ah, young miss! "

his english accent is thick, not as smooth and crisp as he would like it. it had been some time since he had been outside of kanto and johto, and his japanese brain was making adjustments to accommodate ill-fitting english words that did not come naturally to his tongue. being in a rush did not help either as he flagged down the young blonde girl who was the first spotted.

" i have a flight to catch, and cannot keep this pokemon--you look trustworthy and kind. i have faith you will take care of it well. "

a dive ball was pressed into her hand, and sakaki pulled back before she could return it.

" i need to go now, but i believe you will do just fine. "

perfectly fine, in fact, with the stolen starmie he was no longer in need of.

babygirl lily obtained STARMIE!

[reastless]

" such pretty hair -- " a clammy grey hand reaches out through underbrush, elongated fingers hovering but not touching. she does have some manners, even mesmerized by the gorgeous cuetain of fine gold spun from the stranger's head. it looks so soft, tousled like dry grasses in a breeze. " may I? " - claira who is normal @belfrys

@belfrys

luke wishes he did not startle so easy— it feels rude to be visibly frightened for a moment of someone who is clearly, completely harmless and very friendly! but, as it is, he is not accustomed to hands pale like rain clouds and waxy as the dead reaching from the bushes. black, split nails attached to fingers that bulge a bit at the knuckles and become thin as twigs everywhere else emerge from their hiding place within a dying fern bush and he jumps, a hand clasping his heart.

“ oh! oh, I’m so sorry, miss. yes of course you can! here— ” he sinks down, collects a handful of his tangled, lengthy bushels of blond and places the split ends in her palm.

“ do you want to keep some? I don’t mind, I have so much of it. ”

[agonybow]

@belfrys sent... MEME.

“ can’t say i didn’t warn you. ”

wasn't that just the truth of their lives? joseph, always providing warnings, while sebastian just ran head-long into it all. such as the thick, knee-deep mud he had mistakenly believed to be far more shallow than it was, and then promptly dismissed joseph for believing otherwise.

he scowled, irritated not only about being very much in the wrong, but also the wet mud seeping through his pants.

"yeah, yeah, you told me so--help me out? please?"

a hand was outstretched to where joseph stood safely on the firm grass, managing to rearrange his sour expression into a puppydog plea--or, perhaps more kindred to an old hound's sorrowful expression.

"my pants are going to be all kinds of fucked up after this."

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@belfrys for kravitz 

MANICURED  NAILS  DRUM against  the  table  adorned  with  untouched  cheddar biscuits.  across  from  him  is  a  very  empty  seat.  it’s  honestly embarrassing  being  seen  like  this;  he’s  such  a  recognizable face,  practically  the most  famous  individual on  the  planet. what  if  one  of  his  students  saw  him  like  this?  ghosted in  the  fucking fantasy  red  lobster while  looking  like  such  a  snack.  he  cast  disguise self  for  the  evening  to  look  like  his  pre wonderland  self,  did his  hair  and  makeup,  and  wore  a  brand  new  dress  he’s been  saving  for  a  special occasion.  he  hides  his face in  the  menu  as  if  the  hat  peeking  over  the  top  is  not  recognizable  enough.

it’s  not  like  kravitz  to  run  late  for  anything, at  least,  not  without  sending taako  a  message first.  besides,  the  threat  of  enduring  taako’s wrath  at  being  stood  up  for  anything less  than  a  dire  emergency is  incredibly  weighty. after  thirty  minutes, there’s  literally  no  way  it isn’t  something  bad.  

he  sucks  air  through  the  gap  in  his  teeth, teal  hues  searching the  ceiling  as  if  in  thought,  but  really  he  is  only  delaying  the  inevitable.  he  wraps  up  the  cheddar biscuits  and  tucks  them  into  his  bag.  then  he  withdraws  a  5x7  between thumb  and  forefinger with  an  autograph scrawled  across  it,  slaps  it  on  the  table,  and  exits  the  restaurant.  

…

with  a  whip  of  his  wand  fast  as  a  snake-strike,  taako’s eyes  go  blank. his  body  where  it  lies  goes  completely limp,  and  he  feels  himself withdrawing  from  it  like  a  dying  exhale. he  watches  curiously his  body  beneath him  grow  dimmer as  the  light  around  him  fades  and  he  finds  himself  instead in  the  astral plane.  

it  takes  longer than  he  would  have  liked  sifting  through the  different  portals sliced  through  the  fabric  of  space  and  time  before he  finds  him.  

steel  grey  motheaten wings  outstretched  and  pumping  through the  air,  a  razor-sharp  body  jagged  with spikes,  and  a  jaw  glowing blue  as  it  readies  what  appears  to  be  fire.  a  dracolich it  looks  like, though  taako  has  never  seen  one  except in  books.  kravitz is  evidently  in  over  his  head  with  this  one.  spectacular  timing, he  thinks  as  he  steps  through,  heels  clacking  against stone.

“  hey  dipshit! ”  he  yells, blasting  off  a  spell  to  catch  the  dragon’s  attention. it  swivels  around, piercing  eyes  recognize the  new  presence.  “ hey!  you  ruined my  date  night! that’s  my  boyfriend, and  we  had  red  lobster reservations!  get  ready  to  fuckin’ die  twice,  amigo! ”

with  that,  an  enormous  beam  of  orange sunlight  erupts  from  the  tip  of  his  wand.  he  holds  on  to  his  hat  as  wild  gusts  unleash  from  the  huge  circle  of  brilliant  light  that  swallows the  dracolich  whole. its  screams  scrape the  very  fabric of  the  dimension, light  illuminating  almost painfully  bright  before folding  into  the  darkness  once  more,  revealing the  dragon  lashing around  and  twisting in  the  wake  of  it,  blinded.