#chara interactions

[suiseisyojo]

"Hey, Ace, which outfit should I wear for this upcoming date?" /c

"Why do I have to help you pick out your outfit?" Ace remarked as he glanced up from a magazine, rocking the chair he brought over into your dorm room, "I already told you, I don't think this date's a good idea."

You got the fuzzy, shapeless notion that Ace was seething beneath his words—although he deftly kept any acrimony from leaking out as he stood up, ambling over to you.

Ace couldn't let you know the true depths of his resentment towards your little rendezvous, lest he wish to cleave open his chest and admit it was because he liked you that birthed his distaste for you going out with someone else.

Bringing himself up from behind you as you rifled through your wardrobe, Ace leaned his frame against your back as he extended an arm out to plow through the depths of your clothes.

The propinquity between your bodies was so warm, so hot. "Your clothes suck. You don't date much, do you?" Ace quipped with an almost mirthful sounding tone, although he wasn't smiling as he continued, "You should just stay in tonight. With me. Save yourself the embarrassment, yeah?"

[chaomother]

You guys are not ready for how out of pocket I am for Boom! Sonic dude that voice??? Those quills????? His long fingers???? What the fuck he even had a whole bulge and I'm so down bad for him

That one episode where he turned all cold and evil with red eyes had me fanning myself everytime

"keep going," sonic urges you to continue, chin resting in the palm of his hand from across the table. his eyes are hooded, your praises imbuing his buzzing nerves with titillation, and the smirk curved across his lips was a telltale sign he wanted more—more of your adoration for him. "what else about me turns you on?"

[midnightmagicks]

how about "a kiss on the hand" for the dancing prompts~?

The clash of steel rang out, rapiers crossed as sparks fueled by simmering magic shot off and fizzled out like a miniature firework display. The swords held a moment, locked by equal strength before a quick, sharp movement parried one and sent it towards the ground. It clattered unceremoniously, kicking up a small cloud of dust as it skidded a short distance away.

E’mal stumbled slightly from the surprising force of the impact, losing his footing and taking a knee. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as the tension was released. He blew a few loose strands of hair from his face, looking up at the red clad figure in front of him quickly. His eye met with the tip of a rapier leveled at him, another viera man holding it. The one standing cocked a brow and gave E’mal a mischievous grin as he tipped his head up farther with the end of the blade. “I thought you wanted to dance?” With a snort, E’mal matched that mischievous expression and shoved the blade away, rolling to the side to snag his sword back. Still catching his breath, he stood as quickly as he could, stumbling slightly and looking a little haggard compared to the completely composed person in front of him. The other stayed poised and ready, but there was a carefree and unconcerned way about him that made E’mal feel embarrassed for being knocked down so many times. “Well yes, I did say I wanted to dance. But it would seem your idea of dancing is quite a bit different than my own, Mor. I don’t know how many more times I can handle you disarming me.” Even with those words, E’mal got into a fighting stance and squared himself to try once more. He could see Morcant’s eyes sharpen, focusing on him with an intensity only a seasoned duelist could have. They stayed still for a moment; an eerie stillness as they eyed each other. The world was quiet for a mere breath before a twitch sent both of them towards each other, the clash of steel once again ringing out. Magic sparked out with even more intensity, jarring E’mal’s hand and up through his arm. It made him wince slightly, but he held strong. They once again found themselves at a standstill, pushing against each other. This stalemate lasted only a short time longer before a gust of air shot from Morcant, hitting an unsuspecting E’mal and knocking him flat on his back. His rapier rolled away, the built up energy dissipating rapidly as E’mal laid on his back, momentarily starstruck. His only injury being wounded pride, E’mal groaned and sat up once he reoriented himself, giving Morcant a pout. “Now that wasn’t very fair.” “Very rarely is a fight fair, E’mal.” Morcant approached as he sheathed his rapier at his side, offering a hand out to E’mal. He begrudgingly took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. As he tried to pull his hand away to brush his coat free of dust, he felt it pull forward instead. With wide eyes, he watched Morcant bow slightly and bring his knuckles to his lips, brushing a small kiss against them. The dark haired viera glanced up through his lashes with a smile as E’mal felt the heat prickling his face. With a chuckle, Morcant released his hand and turned away, tossing a glance over his shoulder at the now gasping and red E’mal. “Perhaps next time we can try out your style of dance. Eager to see how you’ll get me back.” --------------------- A thing with E'mal and @huntinghare Morcant <3 They FIGHT but make it Flirty

[suiseisyojo]

"Riddle, do you think a shorter hair would fit me? It has crossed my mind for some time now, and I am curious to hear your opinion^^" D/

With you seated across from him, Riddle lifted his gaze away from the teacup nestled between his fingers and examined your frame—giving your inquiry the rumination it deserved. "Shorter hair? Hm⋯" he trailed off, tilting his head to survey you more accurately, "Of course I do."

It was unbelievably cliche of him that he knew you'd look good in anything.

But he wasn't so naive as to believe that a suitable answer.

"Haircuts and styles are personal things," Riddle began softly, memories of his own childhood coruscating at the back of his mind, "It takes some time before you can find one that's right for you."

As long as you're smiling, Riddle⋯ doesn't care how you present yourself.

The path to self-discovery is unending—he's still discovering things about himself that he suppressed, after all—and if cutting your hair short is a path you want to take, you shouldn't hesitate or hold back.

"So, to reiterate, yes; I do think short hair would fit you," Riddle simpered, bringing the tea back up to his lips, "It'll be cute. You should cut it."

Before you can give any rejoinder back, Riddle adds, deadpanning, "Just don't ask me to help you cut it⋯ and don't ask Che'nya, either. Or any of the first-years. Or—"

[suiseisyojo]

"epel! i accidentally cooked a little too much for my lunch— would you like some extras? if you want, of course." /mc

Epel wasn't expecting to feel the warmth of hands and an unknown object press against his cheek from behind, and the action jostled him, an unceremonious cuss overflowing from his lips, "Hah?! Wha the hell—"

Incapable of catching himself on time, Epel blanched as he gyrated in his seat; although once he discerned it was you, all of his panic dissolved in an instant.

"Thank god, you aren't Vil-san⋯" he whispered under his breath, aqua eyes drifting down to the container you were holding, "Can you cook?"

Oh, who was he kidding? It smelled delectable.

A little burnt, but after all the bland tasting foods Vil has been making him eat, it couldn't be anything less than appetizing to him.

A sincere, yet placid smile curved on Epel's lips as he patted the seat next to him. "Come, sit! I'd love some, hehe⋯!"

[suiseisyojo]

“Riddle, I made you a strawberry tart, will you accept it? I really, really did my best for you.” /D.Dating

"Naturally," Riddle's voice was laced with a peremptory self-satisfaction that sounded far, uh, much too arrogant for someone receiving a gift from their beloved, "I-I mean, you worked hard on it, didn't you? Why wouldn't I accept it?"

Rosy hues adorned his cheeks as his silver irises sheepishly peered elsewhere, anywhere but your face, and he inexorably landed onto the strawberry tart nestled on the tray in your hands.

Misshapen and clumsy as it was, it glittered and twinkled more resplendently than anything he's seen before. You did work hard on it for him⋯ each strawberry was placed with the utmost care, and Riddle could even discern the traces of glaze that spilled over from many attempts to position everything perfectly.

All for him.

Is it so wrong to be complacent about that? To be so enraptured and joyous with himself for attaining you? Hmph, he'll keep you to himself.

Overlaying his hands on yours, Riddle added, a soft smile curved on his lips, "We should have some tea with it⋯ Ah, but just the two of us, okay?"

[suiseisyojo]

Congrats on 100 followers !!

This is for the event ~

"If you bite me, I'll scream. " (for Rei and she/her pronouns/D for dating :> ty for your time !!)

"Don't worry, I'd never hurt you, my lamb♡"

Two arms encircled your waist in congruence with your weight being pulled down onto Rei’s lap from behind, his current form resting snug on the couch. “Is that supposed to deter me, little miss?” Rei’s velvety voice whispered against the shell of your ear, pressing your back flush against his chest.

 Rei chuckled as his lithe fingers played with strands of your hair, slowly carding what he could to the opposing shoulder; leaving your neck open for his hot, bated breaths. “My lamb is so cute~ I wonder what kind of screams she’ll give me today♪”

Lush lips pinned short-lasting kisses along your nape as one of his hands extended back down to your thigh, squeezing the plumpness. Rei adored you; adored playing with you and watching how your defiant pout contrasted the goosebumps accumulating on your exposed skin.

“Hm? You really will scream?” Rei’s furrowed his brows together, lips contorting into a disheartened moue. “You’re making this old man sound like a pervert.”

Despite the obviously fake sadness he exuded, Rei knew he wouldn’t give up. And you weren’t squirming in his lap, still compliant and adorable as ever, so Rei couldn’t help but give the crook of your neck another feverish kiss.

And then, his teeth bit down——

[suiseisyojo]

Congrats on 100 followers!!☆ and this is my request for the event,

"Can you help me write a song for my school project? I'll do anything in return if you do so please consider!" (For leo and /c thank you :DD)

"I'm soo happy they came to me! The great Leo-sama!"

Peering up from his abundant music sheets overlayed on the ground, Leo riveted his eyes onto you bending over onto your knees to level with him—and he was immediately enthralled with your request, as well as the way you looked at him pleadingly. Desperate and insistent for him.

 “You say you’ll do anything I ask? Ooh, the possibilities are endless!” The vibrant tones of Leo’s laughter retained mischievous intentions underneath, knowing that his greedy heart was about to take advantage of your offer to ‘do anything’.

Leo gesticulated for you to come sit down beside him, never noticing how he subconsciously inched closer to you so that the propinquity between you was minimal.

On the last untarnished piece of paper, Leo scribbled your name onto the top for you, already feeling bursts of white-hot inspiration skate over his eyesight. “The great Leo-sama will help you write a song that’ll make your teachers weep and give you extra marks!! Wahaha!☆” Leo laughed, boisterous and confident as ever.

Leo pressed his shoulder against yours, his voice lowering quietly so only you could hear his next words with a smirk, “... and I’ll have you spoil me in return♪”