#terraphantasia

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The pink haired man would fall to his knees in front of Jack, the card he just drew from his deck falling from his hand. The card lands face side up, revealing it to be a card of "Champion Glizzy Gobbler. Draw two cards. Lose five hundred life points because you're gay"

Daisuki buries his face in his hands. "I'm not GAY"

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Jack couldn’t lie at this point. He absolutely thought Daisuki was making it up when he said this deck just… literally kept calling him gay. But there it was. In front of his own eyes. Wow.

“…You’re… really going to have to decide, are you working with this deck, or what your plan is. After all, if you’re going to keep falling apart trying to use the deck, you’re not going to get very far…” he then points out to him with a tsk.

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“Who riled Jack up this early in the morning? You do realize I have to deal with it now, right? I didn’t sleep at all last night, this an inconvenience…”

Also, why is Jack ranting about some guy with a deck that calls him gay??? And about… an mpreg fairy card?????

Mention: @/terra-phantasia and @/dimensional-duo

[lovelybunchof--roses]

“THAT WASN’T AN INVITATION TO GO FLIRTING WITH MY LIL BROTHER!”

L now annoyed because he’s going to have to get a broom to beat Moss off Luigi.

[lovelybunchof--roses]

Doots his flute to summon Hermes.

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He has been summoned by the horrendously perfect and majestic flute playing. Ah yes, this is truly the only way to summon Hermes.

With an amused smirk crossing his features, he floats down to the other, laying on his stomach and legs bent backwards, like he was a gossiping little high school girl.

"Well, well, well~, aren't you an interesting one~?" he greets with a small laugh. "It's not every day someone summons me this way. To what do I owe this pleasure~?"

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You wanted him, so here he is! Moss arrives, his hands cupped around a baseball sized moss ball and a giant grin spread across his face. "My love~! Bao Bei~!" He cheers and would loop his arms around L.

"Look at our son~! Isn't he grand?" He coos and pokes at the moss ball. "He looks just like you. Has your eyes."

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L blinks when he hears Moss, about to ask him what was going on. However, as soon as he felt those arms wrap around him and reveal the... ball of moss meant to apparently be their son, he deadpans and looks towards him. Dear God.

"...Moss, do I need to get you checked out? Do. Do I need to be worried?" he asks him slowly before breathing out a sigh. How was this man somehow a little more baby crazy than Irene, especially when they were both men and incapable of bearing children.

[lovelybunchof--roses]

…

“Something’s been missing and I don’t know what it is…”

L you’re literally asking for Moss to pounce you at this point—

[lovelybunchof--roses]

“I headcanon that L would look great pregnant”- Moss

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Send a N S F W headcanon you may have for my muse and see if I like it

(( I AGREE! ))

“We can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep having this conversation, I DON’T HAVE A UTERUS, MOSS. I CAN’T GET PREGNANT, THE EQUIPMENT FOR IT IS NOT THERE!!” L continues to be thoroughly exasperated with Moss’s bullshit—

(( And he’s right. But. *looks aggressively at Dani/Oxi-Toxin* ))

“NO.”

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“Nǐ hěn kě ài bǎo bèi~” Moss wraps his arms around L, nuzzling into his neck. His voice would take on a distinctive husky tone, his hands moving to begin rubbing on L’s hips. “Wǒ yào nǐ~”

He opens his mouth, gently biting L’s neck and sucking hard to leave him with a nice little hickey before he grins. “I want to make you late for work today.”

(T: you’re very cute. I want you)

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L was in the middle of changing to his hero uniform, pants on and shirt in hands. He was about to lift it up and over his head when Moss suddenly came up behind him. And his arms wrapping around his waist. He stumbles slightly as he’s brought closer. That damn voice of his…! Even when he didn’t have any idea what Moss was saying, the heat in his tone, now mixed with his mouth on his neck making the Italian gasp, tilting his head a bit to encourage the marking on his neck.

When he did hear words he did understand, he chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully at him. He tosses his shirt aside as he turns around in his embrace, wrapping his arms up and around his neck before pulling him in for a chaste but deep kiss.

“Sei una cattiva influenza~. Sei fortunato ad essere così bello…” he purrs in a playful tone before smirking at him. “You want to make me late to work every day.”

(( T: You are a bad influence. You’re lucky to be so handsome. ))