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[hq-records]

so. like. anyone wanna hear about 007n7? :)

[mcyt-aro-week]

MCYT Aro Week Prompt List (#3)!

Feb 21: Aro joy / Magic / Found family

Feb 22: QPR / Wedding / Pets

Feb 23: ___ to Friends / Adventure / Baking

Feb 24: Loveless / Acceptance / Flowers

Feb 25: Solidarity / Spectrum / Battle

Feb 26: Coming out / AU / Space

Feb 27: Aplatonic / Hobbies / Trope Subversion

Feb 28: Unconvetional Relationships / Community / Celebration

March 1-2: Free choice / Catch-up day

Participants are welcome to choose between the prompts, create something for any/all, or combine them. You're under no obligation to participate every day, and you're free to interpret the prompts however you want! Late responses will be accepted! This list will also be on our pinned post. As always, any and all questions are welcome!

Remember to @ this blog in your post and use the tag #mcyt aro week, so we can find and share your lovely creations!!

[lucky0stars]

I spotted a Master Aced fave from Mod Rain! (he's totes my fave Foreteller too *^°^*) So of course I have to request for him!

Can I get some headcanons about the soft moments Master Aced has with his S/O? (either gender is fine)

Thanks a million!! And welcome btw!

I’m sorry it took so long, I hated making you wait. I was worried I would do poorly and redid these a couple of times!  **Master Aced’s Soft Moments with his S/O**

The Heartless were becoming increasingly bold, alarmingly so, and the raids against Daybreak Town were escalating to the point where they felt almost weekly. 

Master Aced would always be busy as the dust began to settle, as all the Foretellers were. But business concluded, and you were his top priority.

Master Aced was genuine in everything he did. Many would never deny this. But if someone was asked "Which Foreteller seems the most serene, the most gentle of them?" Aced would not be their first choice, and likely not the second.... or the third.

But you knew differently. Fingers with a slight tremble, unaccustomed yet to being a gentle touch, would brush strands of hair away from your face. Soft inquiries about how you felt, physically, emotionally– have you eaten? Peppered questions as he overlooked you to ensure your well-being. 

If you hadn't, well, he’s no stranger to your dorm. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, the hulking, gruff, intimidating masked foreteller hunched in your suddenly-seems-small kitchen. Snooping through your cabinets and fridge as he decides what’ll be best that night. The flick of fire and bubbling water overtakes the rings of spells and Heartless screeches in your mind. A warm silence envelops you and your home, lovingly in a way.

There were days where he stormed in, agitated and enveloping you in his arms. A hug initially, until he leaned over and plopped you both onto your sides. His head resting on top of yours with a long heavy sigh. The tension eased away while he held you close. A comfortable silence. 

Times when you lean against him, venting the frustrations of the day as his heavy hand caresses your hair with a hum. 

A kiss to your palm, wishes for you to be careful softly breathed onto your skin.

Your favorite moments are when you woke up first. Maybe you should get a bigger bed, he’s taking most of it as if he’s trying to claim land in his sleep with his limbs sprawled out in such a way. Not so intimidating of a Foreteller when he snored and looked so serene and out of place with your colorful pillows and spirit pet curled against him. What a sight you’d love to get used to.  ------------------------------------ Mod Rain :)

[huntersmarkzine]

There’s a certain kind of artistry to Yharnam ranging from the weaponry to the architecture and everything in between. Next on our team is @caramelcocooncreations, who with their skills and experience you can count on to help in all things artistic!

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

How many submissions we got so far? And do you have any favorites?

Hi! So far, we have 29 submissions! Mod Kyanako's favorites so far are Hiyoko Saionji and Elizabeth Afton. Mine are Hiyoko Saionji, Cyril, and Snowkit

[dear-systems]

hi, so i-we? i don't anymore been experiencing a lot of the things that systems go through. there's people in my head, sometimes i get out of the shower after waking up thinking it's still monday, but nope, it's wednesday and wtf happened to the rest of monday and tuesday? i started a journal to try to communicate and people are writing back! go to check my grades and the schoolwork i was meaning to catchup on is already done when i have no memory of doing it. i'm so confused

Based on what you've described, I would recommend getting evaluated for DID and looking into resources for amnesiac systems.

[forbidden-magic-au]

This is Newton Pud. A nice, caring gentleman, though he suffers from the clutches of a devious curse. He can’t stand seeing his friends getting hurt and sacrifices a little too much for others.

[1b-rainstorming]

A small, untitled Monowase drabble I wrote at around 1 am. Set after today’s BnHA episode, contains the bare minimum of spoilers.

Word count: 346

Monoma groans as Awase cleans out his head wound with a damp washcloth. “Smacking me upside the head with a stick? Really? I swear, if we weren’t dating, I would have found a way to do away with you, there and then. The only reason I haven’t done it to Kendou is because I care for her. Also, because she would deck me if I tried.”

Awase only grunts in response to his boyfriend’s spiel, carefully unwrapping a brand new roll of gauze. “Stop squirming around.” There’s an lingering silence between the two while he dresses the wound, only broken by the rustling of plastic and a sniff on Awase’s part. “... I said sorry. And you said my apology was, as I quote, ‘adequately mediocre’.” He ties off the ends of the gauze, the end result crudely resembling the checkered headband he always wore.

Monoma huffs, splaying himself on the couch with a dramatic flourish. He places himself gently, avoiding the boyfriend-induced bruise near his temple. “Well, that was what past me thought. Present me thinks you should do better.” He points towards the bandage on his head. “My head hurts. Do something about it.” 

Awase lays down next to him. “I’ve already wrapped it in all the gauze I could find. What more do you want? A kiss to make it all better?” Monoma arches an eyebrow judgmentally, and he sighs. “Of course, of course…” He places a soft kiss as light as butterfly wings onto the side of Monoma’s head. “Happy now, you needly bastard?”

“Mm...” Monoma blinks languidly, a plot hatching in that devious mind of his. “You know... I think my lips sort of ache as well.” Awase’s eyes squint in disbelief, before realisation dawns on his face. Oh, his boyfriend knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Their eyes meet for a fleeting second, and Awase can’t help but let out a loud snort. “I’m rescinding my previous kiss. I hate you so much.” Contrary to his harsh words, he leans in and gives Monoma a peck on the lips. “You’re welcome.”