#nogoodsimon

[swordsmanillusion]

no-good-simon replied to your post: ur eyebrows b agenst skool ruurus

ur non-existant peenie is against skool ruuru’s

pls he has a penis and he can cut urs off if you're not careful 

if you have one

[scientificbeauty]

Enma rubbed his eyes, his sleepy mind slowly registering the infants sleeping form, but wait... why was she crying? Cautiously he lifted his hand, reaching out and hesitantly settling it in her hair, slowly patting the green mess. "Th-there there..", he murmured, slowly scooting closer to pull her into a hug, gently patting her head. (Imagine she slept at the Shimon's home or something and got stuck in Enma's room? UwU;; )

There was a reason as to why Verde had been at the Shimon's household so  late at night: Research. That sounded far too generic, but wasn't it true? The earth flames were exceedingly rare, limited to a single bloodline... It was more than tedious for the "children" to deal with a stubborn scientist such as Verde, not giving the option of whether or not they wanted to be test subjects or not, but at least she wasn't causing any harm to the family. Opposite, if you asked her. Since the Representative Battles, Verde was quite curious how the old "Team Skull" functioned... But as it reached night time, there would be a need for rest. She didn't expect students to work all night like she did. 

At some hour in the night though, she did fall asleep. She wasn't sure when, but it was long after Enma himself went to bed. Nestled with her face in a small stack of papers, the Arcobaleno slept on an old blanket and pillow that was left for her in the young boss's room. How long she slept was another thing she was unsure of. It wouldn't be long before blocked memories resurfaced in the form of nightmares. 

"Nn..." Oh good. He woke up. Verde continued to dab at her eyes with the corner of the blanket, sniffling and avoiding any sort of eye contact with the boy. Which became a bit difficult when held. "I'm f-fine...." She murmured, her actions speaking louder than words as she buried her face into his chest.

"Just... something stupid...Go back to sleep, Enma..."

[misticalillusions-blog]

no-good-simon has hopped into the pond

Oh? Who was this? Another tooth decay fairy? He didn't look like one, more like some lame high school kid with bright red hair. Tooth decay fairies tended to look more unusual...

Still confused, Fran out from behind the tree where he had been practicing his illusions. His master always told him to not let anyone see him while he made them, it'd give the magic away apparently. Not that he really cared, though if he could scare someone then he'd comply with that rule.

[g-iacinto-blog]

▬ margherita ;

ღ Perhaps he should have asked in person, awaited an immediate response to his request, but while that would have been less time-consuming, Byakuran hadn't wanted Enma to feel pressured by the possibility of disappointing him. Enma was a genuinely kind person, something Byakuran was still trying to wrap his head around honestly, and it was obvious that he would put others before himself in many situations, even if it ended badly for him.

So a note attached to a bouquet of flowers was the better way to go about it. Then if he wanted to say no, all he had to do was not show up. He could pretend he never got the invitation, or ignore its existence entirely, whatever he wanted, and in that case Byakuran wouldn't bring it up again. Not for a long while, anyway.

A strangely normal-seeming first date, or rejection? Byakuran couldn't be sure what awaited him as he sat down at a table in the specified cafe, a spot clearly visible from the door, and fiddled with his fork. He had only arrived a few minutes early, so waiting to eat the slice of red velvet cake in front of him until Enma was there to share it couldn't be too difficult.

When the clock ticked past one an unfamiliar feeling crept up in him, a feeling he dismissed as hunger. At what point should he consider it a rejection? Ten minutes? Half an hour? An hour? There came a point where continuing to wait got pathetic, right? So what was that point-- But Byakuran's thoughts were stopped by a familiar head of red hair entering the front door. Immediately perking up, he gave a small wave of greeting. "Enma-kun~ I'm glad you could make it~"

It had only been a few minutes and he'd been contemplating rejection. That was definitely hunger.

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agamemnoncrying replied to your post: 

nope, i don’t, not really. just almost.

butt.

no-good-simon replied to your post:

(psst you forgot HIV. )

I HAVE HIV

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Quickly pulls the gun out of his hands. "Why are you holding a squirt gun?"

He laughs and looks where he had heard Enma’s voice from. “It doesn’t really matter now. You can have it.”

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( Congrats it's Enma Randomly Hugs People day, and G's the only one on the list. ) The red head wrapped his arms tightly around the pinkette, innocently nuzzling his face into the other's torso.

Another cute one is hugging him. G feels tears sliding down his face this time and he finally manages to find the gun.

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Leans in close, with his face inches from the older male's "Your face is burning up, are you completely sure you're fine?"

“I…” he doesn’t know what to say anymore. So he does the only thing he can - G get’s up and walks to the bathroom, locks the doors behind him and cries while reaching for his dick yet again.

Someone seemed to hate him so much.