Some angst where one of the LIs show up at mc's wedding asking them to run off with them only for mc to say no and go through with the wedding
A hand grabs you and tugs you back around the corner you just rounded at the venue. You stumble into their chest as they attempt to help steady you.
"H-hey! What gives?"
"S-sorry!"
You shove back at that voice, and that's when you see who it is.
"I thought you said you weren't coming."
Toaster scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah. I wasn't."
You look down at your wedding attire -- luckily, not a spot in sight from that tumble. He studies you as you wipe at the fabric.
"You look lovely, by the way." You turn back up to him, expecting a blush to form, but he maintains a steady, thoughtful gaze.
Now you're the one blushing. "Erm, thank you. Y-you do too." You gesture to his gray suit and he laughs.
"Thanks."
"So, uh," you clear your throat, "can I just. Get back to what I was doing?"
They lurch forward then and take your arm once more. "No! No. Uh, first. Please listen to me."
Your heart sinks. "This isnt..."
"You can't marry them."
"Why?"
"I can't... I can't let that happen." Their hold tightens on your skin subconsciously.
"Let go, please."
They release you immediately, and you take a step back. It's quiet for a moment. Toaster flexes his hand, thinking, but you break the silence first.
"I'm going to get married today, Toast." You speak slowly, quietly.
"Then get married. But not to them." They place a hand over their heart and pat. "Marry me."
"Are you crazy?"
"Maybe." He closes the distance between the two of you and his voice drops to a whisper. "But, God... I'm crazy and I'm brainless and I'm desperate for you."
They kneel on the ground before you, as if they were about to pray. Maybe they are, in their own way.
"Please."
"We can't do this."
"I've never wanted anything more in my life." They grab your hands and kiss them reverently before gazing up at you. "Please. God, you're so fucking beautiful in that."
"You can't say that now." You can feel tears welling up and you want to curse and shout and scream. "You can't. You can't say that anymore."
"I was wrong. I was an idiot. A fucking idiot." They kiss your hands again and their thumb rubs against your soft skin. You start to tremble and Toast kisses your hands once more in response.
You shake your head. "I moved on, Toast."
He stares up at you, then slowly smiles his head. "Don't lie to me. You've never been good at it."
Angry, you yank your hands from his. "Go home. Get out."
"Wait, I'm sorry-"
"Get OUT!"
You turn, ignoring their shouts as you run from your ex-fiance. You burst into the changing room at the end of the hall and lock the door.
Once glance in the mirror and you realize your makeup is smeared. Damn it.
Your back slides against the door, you fold in on yourself, and a sob chokes out your throat as you shake and try to forget the feeling of their lips on your skin.
Damn it.
if we can make the assumption that mood can be represented as a numerical value, then perhaps we can explain why experiencing “love” is so appealing. i’m not sure why this is so, but apparently feeling “love” (not necessarily its associated emotions) comes with raising your mood aka general feeling of positivity, confidence and control (maybe it’s better to think of it as a modifier for thoughts and feelings). it does not necessarily change anything fundamental about a person, but it does have a large impact in going about day-to-day business. this might be what keeps me going back to the romance genre and otome games despite throwing my schedule out of the window for it - the mood and positivity boost after a good haul is worth the trade off. i have been remiss in noticing this because most of the occasions in which i found myself emotionally engaged, i had without fail also disregarded sleeping at the proper time. if we recall, proper sleeping does have an impact on mood - this balances out the mood increase from the feeling of love i got from the game.
that aside, i played Blooming Panic (one route so far) yesterday and it was spectacular. it might have been too long since i last played an otome game, but oh boy am i parched ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
My first OC ever made. I was really young when my little baby was born. Their first name was Gula, but now I'll use them as my sona (?)/ self <3
Thanks for the serotonin, they are just 💖🌹 💕 ♡(ӦvӦ。)
Ofc you can tag me (> ਊ <)🌟
This is incredibly self indulgent, but would you write a bit of dialogue for each oc? Maybe something like a confession, or their way of saying "I care about you". 💕
I gotchu <3 (Characters in order: Callisto, Jacob, Dante, Ruben, Alfred, Cedric, Gareth, Augustus, Travis, and Norman)
(Special thank you to @sweetstlare for Callisto's Spanish! I hope it's ok if I tag you here u0u )
robo... since u are in a silly goofy mood, i gathered my courage to ask this. you know that nickname that quest likes a lot which starts with D and ends with Y?.. what would xyx and toasty feel abt getting called that...
B)
Toaster: chokes. Starts coughing. Rolls off of you (what is he even doing there. weirdo) and stares at you, wide-eyed. "Darling. What did you call me?"
Xyx: laughs against your skin. Grips his hands tighter until his nails threaten to break your skin. "Trying that now, are we?"
Omg omg omg!!!! All of them looks sooo cool and pretty, the design, the art EVERYTHING ahhhh (┛✧Д✧))┛彡┻━┻
A sus órdenes culonas 🤠
¿¿¿Podrías mostrar los diseños de este crossover BTD + MH??? 🥺
Tardé en contestar esto porque volví a hacer los bocetos, los primeros eran muy sencillos y feos ajjajaj. Post largo, con notas en inglich para darle altura y presentación al post 🧐🍷
Long post, y'all warned.
BOYFRIEND TO DEATH X MONSTER HIGH DESINGS UNDER THE CUT
In the beginning I wanted to give Law a more "normie" image but went with a deer appearance at last minute. Shirt design transferred to a skirt, leaf earrings, white top (yes I know none of this has any color but just imagine it) some cute mary janes with oleander hook (ERES HUMILDE MI CHIQUITA)
Ren looks more like a genderbender, but I think it's still cute. Her choker is inspired on the shock collar grey leather with red faux gemstone, knee high-high heel boots.
Vincent is not a character I enjoy but I loved (her) and (her) neo punk look. Choker with "V" tag, white tank top, leather biker jacket with big spikes and phases of the moon imprint on the sleeves, various belts and chain, calf high-high heel boots with moon, belt and spikes detail. Cain at first used a suit but looked boring, gave (her) a crimson coat, long sleeve black dress with red metallic imprint of roses, feathers, inverted crosses and vines with thorns; rings, bracelet and a harness to add to the design. Christian Louboutin rose inspired heels with vines and thorns straps.
Sano and Akira were really ugly in first my sketches because of their simple original desings, so I took some freedom with em' on the second ones. Used EP's Sano's GB desing as inspo on the hair, necklace and top. The black embroidery is supposed to be limb shaped, black gradient and undershirt. Leather half palm gloves. Silver chain and gemstone belts and bracelets on wrists and tail. Akira has the hairstyle that at first was for Sano with kanzashi; harness red faux leather belt, the classic black leather jacket, red top with that skull that was on the jacket and golden bracelets on the tail. Both of them have little scales on their faces.
At first Strade was going to be a zombie that got bit frost, but after a quick research I sticked to a "Nachzehrer" (some kind of german vampires) Pretty much the same as the original BTD Strade. The skull kerchief, shirt, cargo pants and boots. Black top with straps, calf high-high platforms with knife shaped detail, little (and barely visible) hammer and drill earrings, silver coin jewelry.
According to what I read, to kill a Nachzehrer one needs to place a coin in its mouth and behead it. The coin is supposed to paralyze it. She wears coin jewelry (against her will) to keep herself under control and avoid hurting others, especially Ren. Black vein detail on her skin.
I think Rire looks pretty k? A lot of inspo from her original GB design by Darqx, like the skirt, boots and jewelry. Mini black dress with rounded embroidery, the design on the dress (unlike Cain's) would be pure golden embroidery, mesh blouse, black thigh highs, little bottles with souls here and there (if she's thirsty hehe) and bat wing sunglasses.
Of course all OG characters belong to Gatobob, Darqx and EP respectively, I'm just playing around with the fanart 😗
Maybe Lawrence, Ren n Strade in the T pose with some out of context phrase 🥺
I tried orz
Don't ask me why lol
*prayer hands* fic prompt: cooking a new recipe with milo, chill and domestic vibes! ✨️
Rain battered the apartment windows as you fetched an oversized sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen. Milo was leaning against the fridge, printed sfogliatelle recipe in hand. He wore a simple black short-sleeved shirt. The man never seemed to get cold.
"We could just go to a restaurant," he said, and you sighed.
You'd already bought the honey, flour, milk, all of the ingredients, and organized them along with the cookware you’d need on the kitchen counter. You’d even bought a pasta machine. "You can't usually get sfogliatelle at a restaurant."
"What if you gave them a tip?"
Ugh. "I specifically picked out this recipe because it's hard to find unless you go to an Italian bakery. I thought it would be something special."
Milo glanced at you over the piece of paper, his violet eyes a shade darker in the moody, overcast light. You began pulling the sweatshirt over your head, but struggled with the mass of fabric. You felt Milo tug at the sides to help you put it on. “You might actually find something that fits if you wore one of your own sweatshirts for once.”
“But yours are so cozy.”
Now it was his turn to sigh. “Where should I start with the recipe?"
“Measure out the flour and salt, please.”
He grabbed a cup and spoon. You went to work measuring the water and honey, occasionally stealing glances at Milo’s neutral expression. It was cute to watch him focus on cooking. Earlier, you had almost convinced him to wear an apron with hearts printed on it, but he backed out, saying you were going to take pictures. Which you were, of course.
"Is there a special occasion I forgot about?" Milo said without looking over at you.
"Hm...? Why do you ask?”
"You said making the recipe would be special."
"Does it need to be a special occasion for us to do something nice together? It's special because I'm making it with you."
He went quiet at this and dumped the measured flour and salt together, while you gradually added the water and honey to the dry mixture.
The other times Milo cooked with you, it didn't feel overly romantic. Not that you needed it to, but maybe mixing butter and flour or dicing tomatoes didn't exactly put him in the mood. In any case, it was still nice to do something together.
With the ingredients mixed, you kneaded the soft dough that had formed.
“Anything else for the moment?” Milo said.
“Nope, the dough will go in the fridge for half an hour after this.”
Milo gave your head a quick pat and you watched him leave the room. He could’ve at least stuck around a few minutes longer. But at least later you’d get to try out the pasta machine together, and then you’d give him the job of making the filling.
Music kicked up in the other room. "La Canzone del Sol." He had put on one of his records. Must be feeling Italian.
You heard footsteps behind you and felt Milo's firm chest lightly press against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder as he slid his hands down your arms.
"Better?" He whispered the word into your ear, giving you chills.
"I..." you trailed off.
"If you want it to be special, I'll make it special. I can do the rest of the kneading, too."
His hands replaced yours and he went to work kneading the dough a bit too sensually for him to just be thinking about Italian desserts. He rocked you gently back and forth to the music, as you tucked your arms up into the sweatshirt, completely enveloped in his warmth.
"And I'll feed it to you when it’s done, if that’s what you want."
“Never said I wanted that,” you mumbled.
“So you’re going to feed it to me?”
You sighed and nuzzled your head into his arm. You were glad he couldn't see your expression.
“This is.. stronger than I think…”
Uh.. so I reading draqx’s Q&A and I ran across this and my science nerd sense be like
“ So He MuSt DrUnk On Rubbing Alcohol “
So yeah
characters belong to @darqx