#whimsikills

[loveshard]

@whimsikills sent: 😘 to kiss my muse on the cheek from nsfw emoji ask prompts

she kissed him on the cheek. not on the mouth—not hunting his tongue, not bargaining for power—but something more generous and fragile. blaise wasn't certain if that was purposeful or simply incompetence. no one had ever done that, not since his mother, and mom's kisses were always loaded with bad news or promises she'd forget to keep. he didn't think he'd signed up for this type of peril. what was a man supposed to do with quiet affection? "you missed," he drawled, settling his hands at lulu's hips. "target's two inches to the right."

[alcrescendo]

"You're late for breakfast, monster." - Touya

" I'M NOT A MONSTER !! "

[loveshard]

plots please! eee

⤏ send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections ideas!

lucy warren would likely have her hands full with both anthony and blaise.

barbie would be fascinated by zed and life of the undead.

amir or dorian might just be the chaotic mentor freddy needs before he traps something much more sinister than a monster.

blake might find comfort in margot beyond the usual transactional intimacy they share.

dick might find himself eager to mentor or at least partner with jordan after seeing their potential / abilities.

both defying the systems that raised them, dick would also work with annie to redefine heroism on their own terms.

put madison and nico together and they are almost guaranteed to bring out each other's worst impulses.

adom nearly jumps at the chance to battle it out in the courtroom with peyton.

[monstiemayhem]

Mission: Detective and monsters

Fubuki // Kion mission: @whimsikills

"Alot of Hunters and Riders have been disappearing from these parts...and now I'm starting to understand why."

The guiding lands themselves were a huge mystery, a fix location that lead to many different lands was already odd; but this...this looked like Lulucion but in the future. "We're a long way from home buddy..." Kion would turn to Onslow the one he brought this mission.

But where the heck would he start? "Excuse me have you seen people with similar armor to me—they ran off, um you over there have you seen any young rid...what's happening?" He didn't realize they were worried and frightened by Onslow and by his weaponry. Onslow would let out a low grumble.

"Yeah this place IS weird - HEY CAN ANYONE HEEEELP!?" He'd call out to the strange metal city.

[channel08]

Annie is holding out her hand to Tomie.

Tomie’s gaze falls upon Annie’s beautiful long fingers — fingers extended forward in invitation, in openness. In friendship.

Tomie’s expression shifts, fluidly moving past apathy, what could pass as disgust, and finally, confusion. Tomie is well aware of how the world sees her: men desperately want her, will die or kill for her, or will kill her if they think they can’t have her; women will do anything to be her. But not Annie… She remains untouched by what Tomie once thought of as a curse; she has never lost her authenticity and genuine love for her friend, this despite everything.

It leaves Tomie perplexed. Uncertain. Second guessing herself. For so long now she’s been convinced she has accepted what she is — or has become. A rock solid belief now shaken by a single, soft gesture.

She glances up into Annie’s eyes, and Annie can see the fear in her friend as though displayed in bold letters on her skin. “I’ve poisoned wells”, Tomie begins, her voice uncharacteristically shaking, “and bodies of water. I’ve rendered men my slaves; made them do things you couldn’t even begin to imagine. I’ve destroyed countless families. People have died for me, worshipping me as their idol.” Her lips purse like a wounded predator snarling with its ears and tail flat, crouched to the ground; an attempt at deterring what it interprets as danger. So Tomie lashes out, wanting to makes herself unappealing: be the monster she is usually viewed as. “So why would you… —“, her vision blurs. What’s going on? “Why do you still care so much?”

[heirceleste]

@whimsikills [yuko + atlas]

atlas is exhausted. being alive again has proven more challenging than she would like to remember. being stuck in the dream card for so long had drained her magic and still she felt a pull. something tugging at the lightning under her skin, weakening her ability to walk through the different realms. so atlas tugs back, her newly formed horns and the wings that she was slowly but surely regrowing lead the way. fluttering of feathers and light sensation on the curved horns eventually lead way to a door that she was all to familiar with.

immediately, atlas realizes that trying to find yuko only makes the most sense. the witch had been more reasonable than clow, and could perhaps better explain what had happened. the time before being put into clow's card is a bit of a blur, sakura is older now than atlas herself had been when her power was first ripped away.

stepping into the clearing in front of the shop, atlas blinks several times. they can see the connections, the way many worlds and places lead to this shop. it gives her goosebumps and as she looks around her eyes eventually land not just on yuko, but on a creature that smells just like her own magic does.

"yuko!" atlas greets. their voice is still soft from disuse and as they approach the black creature seems to run away after a young boy. stopping a foot away from yuko, atlas expands the full length of her wings and horns (which had previously been hidden from sight) and tries her best to be menacing. although rage simmers deep within her, atlas feels sorrow and confusion more than anything else.

"yuko, i apologize for stopping by unannounced but clow trapped me and stole my magic. i would very much like for you to tell me everything you know."