Guys, please watch this video. It’s genuinely a bit informative, and and it out a massive smile on my case.

Also, watch the Patreon section, there are a couple lil surprises.

jevin: what if i just blew up the diamond pillars

joe: yeah like what could they do, leave mean comments on your video? or on reddit?

hypno, very dismissively: cancel you on twitter?

Bhonshu (Baby Khonshu) and Amsu (Taweret's kid) do everything together because they're best friends!!!

Khonshu doesn't know how to parent, so Bhonshu lives at Taweret's house for the most part. Meaning Khonshu dropped him off for a sleep over and never came back bc he's a deadbeat. When he does come around tho, he gives Bhonshu pieces of old bread and stuff he thinks he can eat. He's such a bad parent, he doesn't know that Bhonshu doesn't actually need to eat or even have a mouth at all. Bhonshu keeps them all tho bc he loves his dad and thinks he's the coolest even if he's not around a lot so now a corner of Amsu's room has turned into a garbage pile lol Ofc Amsu doesn't mind but Taweret certainty does. She's been trying to get Khonshu to come and get him for ages, but he always seems to wriggle out of it

All previous posts of them here: 1, 2, 3

@nofngs : " Ooh, so you're the guy my brother keeps talking about. " random inbox starters ; always accepting.

    𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑  𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙  𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙  𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝖆  𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊?   that,  one,  michael's  little  brother  would  even  seek  him  out.   and,  two,  that  michael  had  apparently  told  sam  about  him.   it  was  a  strange  feeling  because  he  never  really  thought  about  the  idea  of  anyone  telling  someone  else  about  him,  the  only  people  he  knew  might  discuss  him  was  his  brothers  with  star.   but  the  idea  of  michael  talking  about  him  to  his  brother  was  almost  alien.   david  couldn't  help  but  laugh  softly,  smoke  exhaling  from  his  lips  as  he  did,  cigarette  between  gloved  fingers,   "   oh  really?   is  that  so?    "   he  smirked,  exchanging  a  glance  with  dwayne  that  was  only  amusement  because  how  else  were  they  supposed  to  react  to  this  situation?   bringing  the  cigarette  back  to  his  lips,  inhaling  as  he  looked  over  the  younger  emerson  brother,   "   and  what  exactly  has  michael  told  you,  sam?   it  is  sam,  right,    "   michael  hadn't  shared  much  and  he  couldn't  help  but  wonder  what  the  older  emerson  would  think  about  little  sam  talking  to  him  right  now.   something  told  him  that  he  would  not  be  happy  about  this.   which  just  amused  david  even  more.

Amsu Kuroishi♟

Name

Amsu kuroishi(黒石アムス)

Age

19(physical age unknown)

Race

Vibora

Nickname

Kuro - Massnori

Amsua - Maki

Occupation

4th year student at Ryoutei Academy

Prince in the Vibora clan

Birthday

May 21

Gemini’s born May 21 have a great will to succeed and bend all their efforts towards that aim. They see things on grand, even epic , scale and live their lives in a similar fashion. Because of their dedication and sense of purpose, these individuals can be seen as ruthless and even dictatorial.

Their dark side is : the superficial over the substantial, short term gratification over long-term achievement. The wise Gemini form these traps and puts that brilliance to work higher purposes.

Horoscope

The rising Gemini is a chatty, and always looking at life from new angles. You’re naturally social, and a great mingled since you know what’s interesting to share.

Birthstone

Agate is the most traditional birthstone associated with Gemini and is considered to bring about good luck for the twin zodiac. Agate is known to assist in opening the throat chakra, therefore helping with public speaking and easily speaking one’s truth.

Sex

Male

Pronouns

He/him

Nationality

Japanese

Blood type

Some of the most positive traits of people with blood type B include curiosity, relaxed, strong and adventurous, creative, passionate,active, outgoing. On the other hand,the negative traits can include wild, selfish, unpredictable, erratic.

Current Location

Incheon city

“Ruki! Greetings once more, even though our kind doesn’t really celebrate holiday’s like but happy Halloween! 🎃From one alder to a vampire.” Massnori stated before running throw his hair which now had cat like ears on them along with whiskers attached to him..

“Before I’d take my leave Ruki.. I’d like you to meet someone Amsu Kuroishi, he’s one of a dearest Acquaintances of mines. Massnori paused before a tall man approached them both from the shadow of the night, the glistening of the moon light fell onto the male, his blue haired male, piercing on his ears his blue eyes landed onto the two as he walked towards them in a pirate costume…

“Pleasure to meet you, Ruki. I’ve heard much about you from Massnori occasionally.. ” Amsu said slipping his fingers with his eye patch to the side to make better eye contact with the vampires and Massnori near him.

"Hello, Massanori. It's been a while. Good grief... What's with that getup? And those ears? I never would've guessed an Adler would dress in such an attire, even for Halloween. Do you have a small bell that jingles for your collar as well? That would really pull everything together into one cohesive costume," a chuckle left him. "I jest."

Averting his gaze to the man beside him with hair blue as the autumn skies, Ruki assumed a more tense stance around the stranger with his shoulders slightly raised and furrowed brows. The odd demonic scent he picked up from Amsu signaled to him that he is a Vibora, much to the Vampire's piqued interest.

"Unfortunately I cannot say the same of you, Amsu. This is my first time hearing of you, but I do hope we get along well. Whatever Massanori has told you about me, I can only hope it's nothing slanderous. In any case, since we're all dressed for the occasion, shall we depart on a Halloween excursion for tonight? I look forward to it."

Combining you and Eight would end in one (1) relatively functional person, but you're just both kind of a mess in opposite directions like this. /lh

It's what we do best.

Aaah another good and fluufy amsuing work of ders Xb

trying something a little different! enjoy (˃ᴗ⩹)

avatar reactions - squirting ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

jake ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• pretty experienced in sex, so the prospect of seeing you in such a state of pleasure wouldn't exactly surprise him; that said, the hot, clear spurts of your sticky essence all over his long blue fingers would illicit an expression of sheer delight for jake

• he'd keen to your writhing form, still bouncing on top of his flexing fingers as they continued to pump deep into your clenching, slicked up pussy--"..goddamn it, sweetheart..aah, ffuck..atta girl, there you go.."

quaritch ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• he's laying underneath you, tongue fully sheathed in the hot, wet entrance of your cunt; eyes closed, brows scrunched and mouth smirking in lust at the feeling of your soft thighs and gyrating hips on his face; nothing makes this man happier than seeing his pretty girl get what she needs from him

• quaritch had been teasing you for a while now, but had finally relented and graced you with the opportunity to swerve hard onto his open mouth, and although he could sense your enjoyment, he hadn't quite expected the warm gush of your sweet juices. dribbling down your legs, your continued needy humping only further smearing it across quaritch's eager face--through muffled groans and amsued chuckles, he'd let out a "..now that's my girl..gimme all you got darlin', that's it..mmphm"

tonowari ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• this baby had been 100% oblivious to your oncoming orgasm; so lost in pleasure as his hips bucked up into your throbbing pussy. spooning, he'd only meant to cum swift and quiet before you awoke, but feeling your grinding hips and hearing those soft, sleepy moans made it virtually impossible to not plow hard enough to wake you up

• so here he lay, angled deep enough to reach the sweet spot that made you whine; the slick leaks of precum oozing from his pulsating cock, as tonowari continued chasing his orgasm. but once he heard a whine of especially needy anticipation, and the tell-tale wetness working its way down your thighs and onto his girthy blue length, tonowari could do nothing but bury his face in your dark hair as he released his creamy, warm seed deep into your clenching pussy.

tsu'tey ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• although mature, tsu'tey was yet to experience all forms of intercourse that the human race had explored; but seeing your quaking hips and higher-pitched moans, he felt the urge to continue grinding his toned thigh in between your spread, writhing legs. he'd been rubbing the rougher skin of his leg against your hot mound as he humped the grass beside your hips; his orgasm was swiftly approaching, but tsu'tey's focus remained fixed on your form: squirming, bucking, whining

• such a sight only made his spear-like cockhead pulse and leak for you. once you began to gyrate up into the firm of his knee, he could tell you were getting close; although he didn't expect the hot streams of your arousal coating the outer flesh of his thigh. your hips continued to grind as his cock released reams of milky white cum into the grass below, all the while taking in the erotic view of you underneath him.

ronal ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• she'd been doing her best to hold back her breathy moans, likewise using one hand to clamp over your mouth as you rutted your wet openings against each other; one leg on each side, likely grinding hard enough to leave dents in the sand beneath you. in spite of the early morning and noise of the rolling waves on the shore, your groans and whines couldn't be kept quiet enough

• in aims to reiterate the need, ronal jutted extra hard into your pussy, in hopes of breaking you out of your lust-stained haze; all it did was make your back arch further, and juices spurt across both your legs as the increased stimulation rocked your orgasm through you. soon ronal was cumming too, both of you sharing a sticky, arousal-slicked release in the early dawn; she'd made it happen before of course, but never when she was trying to actively quieten you down--"asshk..this mess won't clean itself..come and lick it up for me love.."

neytiri ⋆ ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ﾟ☾ ⋆

• never one for slow and steady foreplay, neytiri was already knuckle-deep inside your clenching opening; index and ring jostling right up against your sensitive spot, making your hips buck onto her fingers as your hands further gripped the thick tree trunk in front of you. you'd endeavoured to swiftly reach your orgasms before the clan meeting, but what had begun as a quickie had soon become full-blown finger-fucking. she'd already made you cum twice from her tongue, but neytiri wasn't done there

• she'd decided to pummel her long, lithe fingers deep inside you; the squishing and slick only exacerbating the lewd noises from your throbbing pussy. "..let um'ma hear you, sweet one..can feel it..you clench for me..tssshk..release, release.." she'd whisper out, grinning as she felt the gush of your orgasm flow between her fingers, dripping onto the lush forest floor below you.

+reqs open my lovelies :)

A couple of my new OCs I've done! In order they are Mido, Amsu, Taliesin, and Bernadette

You always meet twice part 5

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Ghost/Soap

Ghost wakes up first, after the longest sleep he had in months, years if high on pain meds in medical dosent count. Its warm, really warm and it can't be the sun because its cloudy. He looks at Soap and nearly pushes the Scot out of bed. If it would be possible. Soaps limbs sling around him like a fucking octopus, ironically on the tv is a octopus or sea animal documentary running. He try to remove one of Soaps arm from him what only leads the scot to cling more on to Ghost. "Fucking hell, Johnny", Ghost complains under his breath, really inconvenient. Soap moves in his sleep and Ghost thinks he's moving away from him but it's the opposite. Soap basicly rolls on to him their legs so intwinded that Ghost has no i dea how rto even untangle them. He should never have given Soap special treatment in the first place. And still the cold in his bones is gone melted away by the clingy scot. With no other choice but to stay in bed Ghost watches the TV seeing how the octopus is using a coconut as a mobile hide, atleast he will not get bored till Soap wakes up. Nobody has to know he is not waking Soap up to kick him finally out. He's in trouble and Soap will still get special treatment.

Soap wakes up 2 hours later to someone talking. He's memories are fuzzy, his head arching, hungover as fuck. He trys to figure out what happend after his 6th drink. He remebers a taxi ride back to the hotel with Gaz, Price and Laswell. He rembers Price making sure he gets into his room. After this thinks are still fuzzy. "Yes, of course, will be ready by then", the voice says then humming a few times. The person must be on a phone call. He burrys his face more in to the pillow , a very firm pillow that is moving? His brain is slowly putting one and one together. A person on a phone call, his 'pillow' moving he must be with someone else in his hotel room. "Soap you're awake?", the voice, the very familiar voice is asking him. Ghost, he's in the same bed with Ghost oh fuck what did drunk Soap do and think. Probably something really dumb. "Aye", he says not wanting to move. "Our plane goes in 3 hour, we meet in the lobby in 40", Ghost simply informs him, as if Soap being in bed with him is normal. He was likely on the phone with Price Soap puts things together. Soap makes incoherent noice of protest, to much rest sleep in his brain to move, trying to get the moment as long as he can. He dont want to leave bed yet, likes beeing so close to Ghost. "C'mon Sergeant you need to get ready", Ghost says a lot firmer, while he trys to shove Soap off of him. "Is that an order Lt?", Soap ask sleepy, clinging more to the taller man. He hears Ghost huff amused. "It can become one. You have your key card?", Ghost ask and Soap is making a confused sound why did he need his key card in his room? Some pieces of yesterday return to him. Hes standing in front of Ghost door. Oh fucking hell, what did he do? He rolls of Ghost, strugels a bit to get his legs free, thanks fuck he's still fully dressed and drunk Soap did not forget the key card. "35 minutes you better hurry up." "Did we? Ehh..." god he cant even ask, but he needs to now, he wants to know what they did yesterday. "We just watched TV, till you fall asleep right after you reassured me that you're not about to fall asleep a few." Well if thats the worst he did, Soap can live with it. "Ah, sorry for ehh.. I should go for a quick shower...", Soap stammers before rolling out of bed like a walrus of a ice floe. "See you in 30 Sergeant.", Ghost just says getting out of bed himself. When he walks out Ghost room he runs straight in to Gaz. "Having a walk of shame?", Gaz snikers amsued. "Ah shut up Gaz", Soap hisses, his cheeks burning hot is not helping. With out looking any further at Gaz he is disappearing in his room. He looks at his own phone having several missed calls and giving Price a life signal before he rushes in to he bathroom for a much needed shower. He somehow gets ready in record time and of course he mets Gaz in the elevator again. He's sure Gaz waited for him to ask more questions. "So?", Gaz ask clearly referring to earlier. "Could not sleep watched TV with the Lt." Gaz looks at him as if he trys to fool him. "You watched TV with Ghost?" "Yes." Gaz is squinting his eyes unsure if he believes Soap or not. "God Gaz, as if Ghost would do something like this to risk his career", Soap hisses when they step out in the lobby seeing Ghost and Price talk. "Sergeants", Price greats them look lingering a bit longer in Soap Ghost just nods shortly before ignoring them. Does Price know? Did Ghost tell him? Shit it's not like anything happened besides him clinging to Ghost like a koala to a tree and then used Ghost as his personal pillow. God he really did something. And Ghost didn't even wore his mask and he didn't got a good second look. Oh shit no he will not under any circumstances fall for his embarrassing teenage crush again. No, he's an adult now, he is just admiring Ghost skill and not having his 17 years old dream come true, he's his CO now anyway so he's of limits not to forget according to Tommy Ghost is not even in to guys. So no need to get some teenager hopes up, he probably also should apologise to Ghost later.

Ghost is the first in the lobby waiting for the others, Price is the first one to come down. "Ghost, you now why I couldn't reach Soap but he still knew he had 30 minutes to get ready?", Price ask him suspiciously. "He couldn't sleep, we watched TV", Ghost tells the truth clipped. Price raises a eyebrow. "Well I'm pretty sure that I made sure that Soap ended up in his OWN room", Price conters agitated. "Yeah and he very drunk called me and said he's in front of my door." "And you let him in your room?", Price ask suprised. "What's that really about Price?", Ghost ask hating this tip toeing around the topic. "Heared Gaz ask Soap if he has his walk of shame." Ghost is glad is mask because his face is dropping in utter shock. "So nothing happened?", Price ask stern needig the conformation for his own piece of mind and because it would mean no paper work. "What the fuck Price, you know i would never especially when someone is as drunk as Soap was. And never with a subordinate", Ghost hisses having trouble to keep his voice down now in his anger. "It's not about you it's about how Soap looked at your face when you revealed it", Price hisses clearly getting pissed by Ghost attitude. "Soap and I meet before Al Mazrah. He was friends with Tommy when I just enlisted", Ghost explains equally pissed hating he has to reveal part of his past. Price eyes widen in suprise of this answer. "I oh, does he know?", Price ask referring to the death of his family. "No. Told him we don't talk anymore.", Ghost answers making Price look at him as if he had two heads now. "Thats defently a way to say Tommy died", Price sighs shaking his head. "Could not tell him that on the flight here. Could I?", Ghost hisses angry. "You should tell him, Soap will probably look it up when we are back at home base." "Was that all Captain?", Ghost ask hopeing their talk is over. Soap and Gaz are leaving the elevator getting closer. "The rest can wait till we are back." Ghost hate how this sounds but stays silent as the Sergeants are closing in. He has the feeling he gets a alcohol and cigare therapy sasion with Price as soon as they touch britisch soil.

Soap sits next to Gaz in the flight back. Needing all his metal energy to just look at the wall in front of him. Ghost sits in a dark spot in the plane only his silhouette to see. Soap also feels how Price is looking at him from time to time. Did he fuck up, with ending up in Ghost room? According to Ghost nothing happend and he also didn't feel any arches that would make him think other wise. It's not like Price can see through walls and saw them cuddel. So maybe he didn't fuck up, to bad. Gaz gives him meaningful glances from time to time and its annoying but he dont want to talk about it in a fucking plane, because he is probably about to lose his shit. Jesus fucking Christ it can't be that bad now can it? Why ate they all looking him, its drives him nuts. They dont thing that, he tryed to get in Ghost pants right? They are not wrong, but he cant be that obvious. Right? right! "You good Soap?", Gaz asks him. "Yes", Soap lies, nothing is good. He has a crush on his coamding officer and everyone fucking knows. "Don't worry about it, Price does not look like hes ready to rip you a new one." "Thanks Gaz." "Sorry for putting you in this postion, Price overheared me asking you about your walk of shame." "It was not a walk of shame." Gaz gets a bit closer wispering in Soaps ear: "Sorry i assumed, but you look at Ghost face all doe eyed in the safe house." "I meet Ghost when he was still Simon Riley. Did thought i would see the big brother of a friend in fucking Las Almas", Soap hisses their talk catching the attention from Ghost. "What, spill", Gaz says very intressted. "Meet at a illegal rave." "Are you trying to fuel me? Cant imagin Ghost at a fuckign rave", Gaz says in disbelief, he really trys to imagin a younger ghost at a rave. He even imagin him with his stupid skull mask, it feels wrong, broding Ghost at a colorfull rave waving glow sticks and dancing. "Was not his scene back then either, but he he was there with his brother." Soap explains with out getting in anymore details. Unknow to them Ghost is silently aproaching them to put a stop to waht ever Soap is sharing. "I think you broke my brain Soap. Cant even imagin Ghost in a normal club, let alone a rave", Gaz hisses. "I never saw him dance, cant imagin him enjoying being on the dancefloor." "You two finish gossiping?", Ghost asks them not liking Soap talking about his past, making the Sergeants flinch and knock their heads together. "Yes", they answer in unison and Ghost walks back in the shadows.

Ok I already gave Taweret a son here and here but he needed a friend so here's Khonshu's kid! His name is... um... Bhonshu (which is short for Baby Khonshu) and he doesn't speak or eat! He just follows his friend and dad around making little cheeps. The lollipop is just for holding.

A small gift for @tagedeszorns with how the beloved nuisance that is Lucius got to be discovered for the third legion.

Panting the boy stood over the dismembered body of his foe, he could barely hear the cheering over the sound of blood rushing in his ears but he smiled. The thrill of a close fight was unmatched and this one had been close, for a moment at least.

Suddenly the cheering was overturned by furious hollering. Lucius' head snapped up, trying to calm his breathing and clearing his vision. The followers of the champion he had just unceremoniously taken apart, were enraged by the death of their leader. Pushing past the masses they begun making their way towards Lucuis, the guards who were trying to stop them were cut down brutally as at least a dozen men jumped into the arena.

Lucius straightend himself, his muscles burned after the day of fighting and especially after this last one, but as if he'd let them have at him without a proper fight.

He went through his hair as they surrounded him, a mocking smile on his face.

"You're challenging me!? I guess you liked the performance so much you just need to experience it firsthand do you?" he raised his rapier, the tremor that went through his exhausted arm was not notecible to the angry masses, but one had noticed, one who had watched him since his first fight today. The man, hidden in the shadows, gripped the handle of his sword, but neither drew it, nor stepped out the shadows yet, rather letting the scene unfold.

The Arena was in disorder, half of the audience crying out in shock and outrage while the other half cheered on the new entertainment.

Lucius dodged two crude blows without much difficulty, trying to get to a more advantageous position. His speed was his greatest strength, but it was deminishing rapidly and as unskilled the croons were, they noticed him slowing down too, getting more aggressive with their attacks. Lucius saw the blow aimed at his head coming, trying to evade, he knew it wouldn't be enough. Angrily he raised his sword, finishing the slice that would end his last victim.

He couldn't see the blow that severed the arm with the oncoming club, having it fly past Lucuis and smashing into another man. The struggle had become a massacre, Lucius and the others barley able to keep up with the flash of royal purple and gold which moved through the remaining men of the dead champion.

Now the adrenaline was kicking in again and Lucius struggled as he felt someone grab him, trying to stab the person that held him. The air escaped his lungs in a huff as he was dropped an unexpected long distance to the ground. He hid his shock and confusion behind a scowl as he scrambled off the ground, bringing some distance between him and the giant. He stood up straight, trying to make himself as big as possible as he took in the massive Warrior before him.

"Who are you?" he demanded having his rapier raised again, very well aware that if the giant wanted to hurt him he could not do anything to stop it, but that didn't mean he would not make it as hard as possible for the other.

As the expression on the giants transformed into an amsued grin and a chuckle excaped him, Lucius took a moment to look at his opponent properly. Of course he knew what the giant was, even the plebs would recognize an Astartes, a son of the Phoenix who in turn was the son of the Emperor, beloved by all.

Lucius had never greatly cared for politics or the art of war at large, he wanted to fight and he wanted to be the best at it. But still, he had never seen one in the flesh, they were more imposing than he had imagined.

"Sergeant Saradar Tyrion and... put that stick down Lucius," Lucius' eyes were drawn back to the slim, surprisingly handsome face for an appearently seasoned Warrior, to which the decorations on his armour and the scar on his right cheek gave testament to. Eyes with a purple hue looked down at him and Lucius huffed. He felt insulted, for both the comment and that the Astartes had gotten him out of the prickly situation. Still, he lowered his rapier, his muscles thanking him for it and he couldn't help but feel honored that the other knew his name.

"I could have managed those few untrained goons. But your assistance is appreciated nonetheless," Lucuis took some time to inspect himself for any wounds, only a few bruises, but he could taste blood, a tear on the inside of his lip, but on the outside there was nothing. Perhaps a scar would remain, but only on the inside, it would not be visible to others and only he would know it was there. That fact calmed him and the fact that there was no other injury made his chest bloom with pride which was quickly diminished by the still amused Astartes who looked at him with an unsettling but, to Lucius, familiar look. A sharply evaluating one.

"Of course, you could have,"

Lucius wrinkled his nose at the expecting silence that followed, the Astartes was expecting him to make the next move, one that would most probably determine the rest of his life.

This was just another kind of fight, another duel, another dance. He shifted his weight, adjusting his ruffled clothes and stared into those somewhat abnormal eyes. The exhaustion of the day was past him now and Lucuis knew what he wanted.

What he had wanted since the first time he saw two people in a duel, what he had done since he was a little boy who beat his first opponent. He wanted to become better, fight better, all techniques the old sword masters could teach him on Chemos, he had mastered already. But just earlier, when he had been barley able to even see the strokes that the Astartes had made, he saw something near perfection and he wanted that, but better.

"So tell me then, where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows, smiling inwardly the other let out a chuckle in a mix of disbelief and amusement of the audacity and guts this boy had. Though he stilled a moment later, two armored fingers going to his ear as he seemed to listen to something, before he turned and started walking away. Thrown off, Lucuis made a step to follow him before he stopped. Had he failed in some way? No, impossible! So he called out,

"You didn't answer my question!" The Sergeant glanced over his shoulder,

"And you won't receive one if you keep standing there,"

Lucius jogged after him with a huff, were all the Astartes so infuriating? But he knew, as the sounds of the city and the arena became distant that he was destined for greater things, he would learn and train, he would become the best and one day surpass the Sergeant.

One day, all the Imperium, no, all of the galaxy and beyond would know his name.

Meet my oc’s!

Massanori Mukami

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘚𝘢𝘵ō

Amsu Kuroishi

Calista

Maki mukami

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Mystictober 2022 | Day 6 - AU (Witches)

Summary: The two on the opposite team decide to see what the RFA is up to down town.

They expect something informative. But instead they just try to decorate.

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“Watch them carefully,” Her serene voice reminded him; the task ahead not the most interesting if he'd been honest.

He couldn't stop but narrow his eyes as he leaned back to meet her gaze, seemingly unable to comprehend. “What's this for, even. It makes no sense to me..”

On the other side of the town; right where the lights blurred down into another the lower the sun set, was the RFA. Trying their best to come up with the right decorations as they were in charge for the presentation of the city this year. Jaehee stopped waving her hand.

Only inches hovering over the floor with her floating broom making the smallest of nosies. “Ah, not again..” She sighed, pulling her heat right.

“Hey, cheer up!” The redhead spooked her when his head came into her view from above. Upside down like this, she almost felt threatened. “Seven!” She screeched at him. “Mind you not sneaking up on me like this!?” But he only shurgged.

Yoosung shook his head in the back; placing down the many pumpkins with the rightful spell. Last time had been a lesson, considering he ignored to study the correct spells and almost ended up setting the town on fire right around midnight. It taught him to take practicing seriously for once.

He lifted his finger while biting his tongue; doing his best ignoring Jaehee and Seven arguing. Zen leaned over his shoulder, rubbing his chin before he huffed. “Did you make them yourself?”

Yoosung shook his head after rubbings his hands warm on his coat, apparently finished although Zen didn't agree internally. “Actually, the kids down town made them! Isn't that cute?” Zen smiled by that.

“It is, but why you do this by the moving spell buddy?” He said amsued, raising his hand which started glowing greyish. “Look at this one instead~” The pumpkins lifted into that air; having Yoosung snap his head back.

Yet soon they all stood symmetrical in the places the younger one with purple glowing eyes had tried to line up himself earlier. Zen then flipped his bangs back with a sly grin. “Much easier.”

The student swallowed the comment and just showed a thumbs up. “Alright. Thanks Zen.” He sighed as the other presented himself like he always did.

A few feet further, Jumin rushed through the many pages on his personal spell book, seemingly observed by some particular pages. “Hm..” He hummed. “Perhaps this would work.”

With the right words being spoken, it didn't take much for him to snap his fingers and add lament in many cool colors on the rooftops. It forced a gasp out of Jaehee in shock; eyeing her boss as he removed the choice almost immediately afterwards. He flipped some pages in the soft light of the street lamps and ended up with shimmering lament which changed colors.

Seven jumped up on top of one roof, yelling out to Yoosung. “Hey, com'on and join. The space is much closer up here!”

The student gave an unsure look to the white haired man, but decided to listen and come next to Seven on the older looking rooftop. Zen chuckled as he gave Jaehee a page she had lost without noticing. “They are children, aren't they.” She agreed with the beaming eyes of hers.

On the other side of town; the blonde woman facepalmed herself as her right hand stood straight with a half disgusted expression. “Nevermind, this is a simple waste of time.”

She proclaimed and the one with minty eyes rolled them in secret annoyance. “I already knew from the get-go, they are idiots.” She didn't respond and instead opened a portal with her bare hands. Small lighting causing it to crack.

“Let's just go back to Mint Eye. I thought they would do significant work, but are just clumsily decorating the town... Not very helpful.” She went with a slight whoosh into the portal; followed by her Believer who threw one last gaze at the group having fun.

For a split second his eyes lightened up and it was then that the roof Yoosung and Seven stood on broke under the pressure. Satisfied with their yelling, he huffed the cold air to follow his Savior back to their place. He couldn't help it, a bit of sabotage mixed with some pain wouldn't kill them. But surely do them right, he thought.

agent mulder was a challenge hannibal decided to conquer. he wanted mulder to be his, acknowledging that in order to keep dana, it'd be smart of hannibal to get them all together. knowing this, he began the process of somewhat courting mulder. where the other man oftentimes tried to argue with the psychiatrist, attempting to scare him off, hannibal - amsued at the efforts - continued to get closer. he'd inivited mulder over for dinner this evening ; just him, wanting conversation with no one else around. he's surprised the man had accepted, even more so when mulder actually showed up. hannibal had poured him a glass of wine, allowed him in the kitchen while he worked to finish the meal. hannibal dips a clean spoon in the sauce he had been creating, glancing at mulder with a hidden grin as he held it up. 'fox - if you wouldn't mind tasting this for me to see if it's to your liking,' lip quirks a bit, smile looking innocent - eyes, not so much. 'it would help me greatly,'

It had been a long, sordid affair.

Dr. Lecter had appeared back in Scully's life not too long ago, and with it their dynamic had completely shifted. It was effecting the X-Files. It was affecting their own relationship, and Mulder knew he had to make an effort to try to extend the proverbial olive branch in order to maintain some sense of control on the situation. He attempted to hold his footing, going toe to toe with the psychiatrist in multiple battle of wits. Most of them ended in stalemates or truces, never really getting further than a few mental blows traded back and forth with one another. Something had to tip. Someone had to break the status quo.

When Mulder accepted the invitation, it was on the grounds of hoping that perhaps he and Hannibal could come to some sort of agreement. Perhaps a mutual understanding. The man was smart, educated, and he figured that perhaps spending some time alone would get him to better see into the mind of Dr. Lecter, perhaps looking past the rigid front he kept polished to a fine sheen. What he had not expected was to be treated to a home made dinner, prepared before him. His technique was incredible and Mulder knew instantly that was something he could not keep up with.

Already the wine tasted sour on his lips, a jealousy forming in his gut at the idea of Scully preferring these lavish, almost decadent displays of mastery in the kitchen. He didn't have money like this. He didn't have anything like this.

His first name pulls him out of his mental spiral. Auburn brows lift with shock and something that couldn't be determined right away. Fox. The name sounded unexpectedly good on Dr. Lecter's tongue, the accent leading it to sound just as foreign. Touches of pink press to the shells of his ears as he pushes himself away from the surface he was leaning against. It could simply be the wine. It could be a number of things.

"I prefer to be called Mulder, if you don't mind." He says, eyes finding the others, "I even make my mother call me Mulder." But not lately. Not since his father died. He allowed her that luxury simply because he was all she had left. He didn't need to know that though.

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