change moods


Color him intrigued.

“Can you now? Do enlighten me.”

He’s looking away, blushing in embarrassment.

“I am a widower, Optimus. I can never bond with another, but I don’t do casual, but like anyone else, I have needs. Pornography may be the second best thing, but at my point in life, it’s all I’ll ever have. We can’t all be so lucky.”

There’s a pause.

“Also… My late mate shared your frame type.” 

Murder 4-How it was done

The buzz in the room is high; everyone seems to be getting closer through this weird, twisted game. Food is served before them and everyone eats with laughter singing through the castle for the first time since they arrived. Kenna enters through the big doors in the back of the dining room, envelopes in her hand, the bell in the other. Everyone puts their forks and knives down as she rings the bell, their hearts skipping beats in their chests. The mood changed as everyone remembered why they were really here. “My dear friends,” the host begins. “Your killer was… not very impressed with most of you but one person’s theory in particular stuck out the best. Congrats to Jess! You have been spared.” Everyone claps for Jess, wondering how they got so close to being correct. Kenna continues as the clapping dies down. She opens the letter and begins to read. 

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You don’t have to go down there, Richie. 

Right. I didn’t have to get on a plane in LA, I didn’t have to go to the dinner, I sure as hell didn’t have to come out here. And now I don’t have to go in.

Alphonse-sama, I hope you get your body back really soon!

I can’t believe I haven’t drawn this smol ray of sunshine digitally (or seriously, for that matter), also trying out a new style!