#dxthemxnstermash

[mindsccds]

                             Youth smiles without any reason.                                  It is one of its chiefest charms.

          AMIRA                     OZ                           VICKY                   BRIAN        @foulflames     @dxthemxnstermash      @monsterproming       @mindsccds            by nox                      by gio                         by nora                   by castiel

[itchiing-a]

what if i tell you reverse 017 for oz , , , , haha just kidding , , , ,  unless 😳  ▷  @dxthemxnstermash​ / oz ↳  VIOLENT ACTIONS STARTERS.  accepting!

            017. — Threathen my your muse with an object of harm.

steps drawing closer. an immediate sign of alarm. itch acts in automatic, almost as the gesture of shaping his right hand into a dagger and pointing it at the new arrived is the most natural thing to do. in the long shadows casted by the sunset, his eyes glow slightly and watch. he thought no one would have been around school anymore - being late, and being him the last one remained in the cleaning session of today. he had to clean up a lot, after all, as proved by the numerous garbage bags beside the school dumpster, that he was about to throw inside.

no weird colours or smells can be discerned from them (yet), because joking aside, he knows how to be professional.

it takes him a few, long seconds, before his hand returns to the original shape. for as much as his instinct is pushing him to certain actions, his logic still works. nothing has been seen. there’s no need to restart cleaning.

« ... sorry. » he simply says, giving him his back, and returning near the dumpster to throw the bags in it. « thought you were someone else. »

[foulflames]

“please narrator just let me have ONE good day”

           UNPROMPTED. // @dxthemxnstermash​ → oz.

“ Listen carefully to what I’m going to say. ”

“ Raise your stats, loser. ”

[fullofschmidt]

@dxthemxnstermash​ because OOOOOH SOMEONE’S GOT A CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH~!

“HAHA OKAY, UM- okay, so, uhhhHHHHHHHHHH-” GOSH SHE WAS SO NERVOUS WHY WAS SHE SO NERVOUS NOW, C’MON IT WAS OZ SHE COULD TRUST OZ, JUST DO IT, SCHMIDT! DO IT, DO IT, DO IT DO IT-

“RNNNNG- OKAY! Okay- so, okay, like- alright. What if, uh- completely hypothetically- just throwing this out there, no basis in reality WHAT-soever- but WHAT IF every time Amira and I had a, ummm... perhaps alleged “no romo” moment, I was, just... maybe a little, kind of, not really but also definitely-absolutely-lying-to-everyone-including-myself?”

That last part came out in a rush of syllables, eyes screwed shut and sweat absolutely beading on her undead forehead. There- THERE, she ADMITTED IT to someone!

Yay....... progress...........................

[royalreef]

@dxthemxnstermash​ inquired:  [Aaravi] 🐊 hands her a cool lizard, hands her a cool lizard, hands her a c Hand my muse an animal - Accepting

      And INSTANTLY those fins perk up to full attention, the movement sudden enough to leave their fins faintly quivering. Her eyes grow wider and wider, blinking with her third eyelid so as to not lose sight of the little things, pupils pushing the blue of her irises to the very edge of her eyes, leaving them round and black and fascinated as she stares down at the little things, taking them so graciously.

      For someone with meat hooks for claws, she holds them remarkably tenderly. Not grabbing their tails nor gripping them too tight --- she gently pins them between her palm and her thumbs, keeping them secure and stopping them from bolting away, without stressing them out too much. Her own scales might just be a help in that. Not the vast difference of mammal skin or birds’ feathers, but something closer to what they themselves wore. Their own claws not harming her as more are placed onto her, and far closer in internal temperature to herself, even at their smaller scale.

      Miranda... Miranda had seen lizards before, right? She had to, she’s been on land for a few years! It would be strange if she hadn’t, they scurry around everywhere underfoot and bask on walls and rocks and chase after any insects they could find ------ but... Why does she keep staring at them like that? Her tongue --- forked and purple and close enough already to some of their own --- darts out, poking between her lips in a silly enough expression, and sure it’s kind of odd, but she bleps on her own aplenty, right?

      ...... Okay, no. Miranda has not seen lizards before, and she just keeps staring at the tiny things, her own squeaks starting to fill the air. They... Look like her? They look a lot like her! Remarkably so! Not exactly, but close enough! Not a mer, that she can tell, but... Like a mini-mer! A bunch of teeny tiny merfolk, placed in her hands as such a gift, such a treasure, tiny and cute and big-eyed and ------

      One tear rolls down her cheek. Then another. Then another. Her tail thumping on the ground behind her and chirrups still slipping free.

      Aaravi, the lizards are too cool and cute. Miri loves them too much and she’s getting emotional over these tiny not-mer. The lizards are just too good.

[ofarson]

...  you know what, both of those kisses were pretty fucking awesome.

[mindsccds]

« are you sure you want to come? » ▷ @dxthemxnstermash​ / oz @ brian ↳  things we said during d&d.  accepting!

is he, now? if he has to be sincere with himself... no. he isn’t. brian is leaning on the wall in front of oz’s desk, while the other is packing up the last books and pencils that were left around, and he can’t hide that hesitation before answering. it gets too long to hide it. though he doesn’t divert his gaze from oz’s, it becomes quickly clear that he’s not exactly looking at him. he’s looking elsewhere, thinking about the question, and a way to answer it.

a week prior he offered to accompany oz to an extracurricular course, that would give the other more points for the exams, and to brian a good occasion for a nice sleep. the subject of the course wasn’t exactly clear - which caused a couple of jokes from the zombie, the highest of which was ‘ they’re probably not telling it because it’s another sex education thing, and people would present themselves naked. especially damian. ’ -, but that morning the reason for it became suddenly and horribly evident: it’s a course about medical techniques to get a body to work again. or, more simply put... reanimating a body. pretty much his case.

“no one would have come if we said it before!” laughed the teacher that morning, ignoring the confused and horrified faces of most of people, and the fact that brian for once wasn’t sleeping, and to be fair dying inside.

not that he’s scared of seeing a zombie, what the hell. that would be stupid. he just kept... pretty distant from the techniques that were used on him. he’s well aware that he woke up again mostly for an illness, but he’s also aware that some other things were used. it’s pretty clear that he’s feeling uncomfortable, to say the least.

« ... yeah. » yet he answers, after those horrible long seconds of silence. « i mean... we’re already in the course, teachers will get mad if one of us doesn’t go there. it won’t be that long anyway, no? » he shrugs, seemingly uncaring. the effect doesn’t come good though.

« and then, hey... you said you need me. » he adds. « and i’m always here for you when you need me, you know, ozzie. »

[fullofschmidt]

“Heehee, our little harem protagonist is doing so well~!”

“GO GET IT, SHADOW BOY! MAKE MOMMA PROUD, OZFINEAS BARTHOLOMEW EDWARDSON, ESQUIRE!”