#Arv writes

[arvandus]

Daily Drabble #7 - Goodbye

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Warnings: ANNNNGGSSTTT. Angst angst angst. No happy ending.  Reader is on their deathbed (old age) and Luci comes to say goodbye.

WC: 1043

You looked so different from the last time he saw you.

Your hair was now white and thin, your youthful features lost to time.  Your body was different too, your frame smaller and more fragile from the weight of living.  It lay cradled in the hospital bed, blankets laid across to ward off the chill.

Lucifer swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he stared down at you.  You were asleep now, your body wrapped in fatigue. Your shallow breaths rattled in your chest, and he knew your time would come soon.

He was glad he didn’t miss it. He wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he did.

Your eyes flutter open and lock on him in recognition.

It was a small mercy... you still had your wits about you, and the look in your eyes was the one part of you that hadn’t changed.

“You...” you croaked.  “What are you doing here? Am I dead already?”

Lucifer swallowed again and drew closer to you, pulling the chair beneath him so he could sit.

“No. Not yet,” he replied.

You gave a small smile.  “I know, I’m just teasing you. My body still aches too much to be dead.”

Lucifer gave a dry chuckle.  “Joking about your end while on your deathbed... you never could take anything seriously, could you?”

“And you always took everything too seriously,” you chided back.  Your voice gave way to a series of dry coughs, and Lucifer placed his hand over yours instinctually.  When the coughing subsided, you squeezed his fingers gently.  “I’m glad you came.”

“Of course I’d come,” Lucifer replied.  “I still love you, after all.”

Tears glistened along your lashline.  “I know... I still love you too.”

Now Lucifer’s eyes burned and he wiped at his nose briefly.  “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened.  “For what?”

“For everything... for not trying harder to make it work between us. For letting my pride get in the way. So many years lost when we could have been...”

His voice faltered, and he leaned forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees.  Your hand reached out and pet the top of his hair, still covered in thick, black strands.

“You’re not the only one who let their pride get in the way,” you replied softly.  “Besides, you’re here now.”

Lucifer forced his tears back and took your hand in his again as he sat up.  “Yes. And this time I will stay.”

Sadness filled your gaze.  “I... don’t even remember what we fought about... isn’t that silly?”

Lucifer let out a dry chuckle.  “At this point, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here to relive old arguments.”

Your hand tugged his gently.  “Come here. Lay down with me. Keep me company. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your body, I want it to be the last thing I feel before I go.”

Now the tears in Lucifer’s eyes did fall, and for once he didn’t try to wipe them or hide them away.  He whispered your name gently, voice cracked with longing and regret.

Slowly he obeyed, forgoing his chair to squeeze himself next to your aged body.  His hand held yours, one arm going behind your neck to wrap around your frail shoulders.  Your fingers were wrinkled and gnarled like tree roots, and Lucifer could feel the bones of your shoulders beneath your hospital gown.  He rested his cheek against the crown of your head as more tears fell to land in your snow-white hair.

Your own tears were falling too, now, gentle and silent as you snuggled yourself into his side.

“Will I be able to see you? After I go?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Lucifer replied.  “Hopefully one day... time in heaven is infinite, after all.”

“Heaven...” the word felt foreign on your tongue.  “It’s definitely not where I thought I’d end up...”

“It’s better than the alternative.”

“But you won’t be there...” more tears soaked into Lucifer’s clothing as your head rested against his chest.

“... I won’t.”

“I don’t want to go....” you sniffed.

A half-sob escaped Lucifer’s throat, choked and painful.  “I don’t want you to go either.”

“Stay with me...” you pleaded.

“Always.”

Silence fell for a long moment, and when you spoke, your voice was barely audible.  “Lucifer... I’m feeling tired.”

Your words carved into his heart, and it was as if he were losing a piece of himself. His arms tightened a fraction. “It’s okay.  Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Your eyes drifted shut, your breaths slow and even, barely noticeable.  Silently, Lucifer let his tears fall as he held you.

Only a few minutes had passed before Lucifer registered a new presence in the room.  He looked up and saw Thirteen there, standing with mournful eyes at the foot of the bed.

“Lucifer...” she whispered.

“Thirteen,” he replied.

“I didn’t know you’d be here... but I’m glad you are.”  Her eyes looked over your sleeping form and back at Lucifer’s bloodshot eyes.  “It’s time, Lucifer.”

“I know.”

Thirteen approached your bedside, her hand on your wrist.  Lucifer kissed your hair.  “I love you,” he whispered.

Then he kissed your forehead, your closed eyes, and cheeks. And finally, he kissed your lips, although now you were too far gone to reciprocate.

He wished he’d done it earlier when you were awake...

As soon as his lips left yours, Thirteen pulled lightly on your hand. Your body remained, but the spectre of you followed, glowing in golden light.

Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat.

You were young again, the way he remembered you.  The way you’d been when you’d loved one another.  You looked back at him, a soft smile on your face. Your mouth opened to speak, but you were already shimmering away, vanishing into nothingness as heaven called you home.  Lucifer barely made out the words on your lips...

I love you.

And just like that, you were gone, the room plunging back into its mundane palette.

His arms held what was left of you.  You heart no longer beat, your chest no longer moved with life-giving breath.  Beneath his touch, your skin was growing cold.

Lucifer doubled over your empty shell and cried.

#Arv writes #Lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #om lucifer #lucifer om #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfics

[thebellearchives]

OH MY GOD WHAT IF I WRITE SOLOMON ANGST BASED ON MUSE’S ENDLESSLY AAAAAAAA

#; belle speaks #it’s absolution month #what if i start writing shots based on muse songs for different characters #i am so insufferable about them #once someone winds me up about muse just a tiny itty little bit i will talk about them for the entire day #yes arvs this is about you ily

[kimistorm]

Throne of Lies [Chapter 6]

➢ AN: If you're coming back from reading chapter 5 before July 31st, please go re-read it again since I've added some things!

➢ Masterlist

➢ pairing: Shang-Chi x GN! Reader, reader is Xialing’s best friend

➢ genre: romance, action

➢ warnings: Movie spoilers.

➢ word count: 2.1 k

➢ synopsis: You met Xu Xialing 4 years ago on the streets of Macau, and you didn’t know it at the time, but the two of you were going to build an empire together. Though, unbeknownst to her, you were already building your own empire of lies. Picks up in the middle of Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.

You were careful. Just like when you and Shang-Chi were sneaking around earlier, you were quiet with your steps and carefully looked around corners. You were slower than when you had Shang-Chi guiding your every step, and the maze of a building didn’t do anything to make you feel any more confident in where you were going. It felt like you were going in circles as around every corner was the same painting that you swore you saw two turns ago. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated with yourself. You thought you were good at directions. Or at the very least, not getting lost. You crossed your arms as you stood at the crossroads and tried to figure out the way out. For a compound that looked quite open and breezy when you first entered, you somehow found yourself lost in the heart of the compound without a window in sight. 

In your silence, you could easily hear a few muffled shouts. Which sounded bad for you.

You didn’t hesitate as you decided down one crossroad and quickened the pace. You weren’t sure if it was because you were discovered to not be in your room, or something else, but you needed to get to that pond as soon as possible. 

You paused your speedwalk to take off your boots and run through the compound in your socks. If you got in a fight with someone, this would definitely work against you, but for the time being, it was worth it in order to run around the compound stealthily. You tried to run in the direction of where you felt the wind, and to your delight, you did find an open area, but it was the courtyard. The lit hallways were plenty to allow the guards across the courtyard to see you and it was mere seconds before they shouted at you and you sprinted in the opposite direction. 

You ducked around corners and down hallways, but you could easily hear the sounds of your pursuers behind you. It wasn’t long until you found yourself at a dead end, and you readied yourself for a fight. Your boots would have to work as makeshift boxing gloves for the time being.

The first person you tackled came down with ease, but it wasn’t long until you were overwhelmed and someone was pinning you in their grasp. You kicked wildly and shoved yourself off the wall to knock the two of you over, which successfully worked, except you hit the ground head first. You tried to fight against the dazed feeling that quickly stilled your flailing limbs, but the world was spinning just a little too much for your liking and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Wake up!” you jolted awake as your eyes snapped open. You probably would’ve fallen out of your chair had you not been nearly tied up in it. You noticed how your arms were handcuffed behind you, around the back of the chair that was keeping you straight up.

“Good morning to you too,” you couldn’t help but gripe back due to the throbbing in your head.

“(y/n), was it?” you froze at the sound of your name and looked to the voice to find Wenwu looking down at you.

“That’s correct.”

“How could a mother care enough for her child that she’d enroll them into a dojo, but then leave them to fend for themselves in the streets of Macau?”

“She died.” You responded bluntly as you continued to glare at him.

“You don’t look like you were born there.”

“World has changed a lot since you first were born,” you explained offhandedly, “immigration.” You were clearly at the disadvantage here. In front of you was a man who effortlessly slaughtered thousands of people and reigned as a dictator. He wouldn’t care if he killed you, but here you were, riling him up.

Katy’s reckless nature must’ve been rubbing off on you.

“Ah, so you immigrated from Ta Lo.” He smiled at you, “did they kick you out as well?”

“You keep on saying Ta Lo this, Ta Lo that. I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“And yet you care so much when I threaten to burn them down.”

“Because I care about human life. It’s not right to burn down an entire civilization to the ground because you’re angry.” You glared up at him, “in fact, it’s downright insane.”

He gave you a smirk, “funny how Shang-Chi said something similar.”

“Good, he grew up with morals even with a horrible dad like you.” He slapped you across the face and you let out a gasp at the sting, but that didn’t stop you from turning back to him with a smile on your face.

“I wouldn’t smile like that,” he threatened, “I know more about you than you think.”

“Really? You seem to be fishing for something you’re not going to get.” 

“You grew up in Ta Lo, and you’re a part of the Ta Lo military. You moved to Macau four years ago as you tailed Xialing.” Your face took on a confused look as he continued his tale. “In those four years, you haven’t heard from Ta Lo. They’ve abandoned you, and yet, you try so hard to protect them.” Your heart was pounding, and in your handcuffs, your hands kept on alternating between being loose and balling up. “To think, Xialing is already abandoning you for just disobeying her orders.” He was grinning widely now, and you could see him delighting at your nervous expression. “You’ve been lying to her for 4 years, she won’t forgive you for that.” He proudly strutted away from you, “You’ll be abandoned and nothing from your life will be remembered.

“You’ve been sitting on your throne of lies for far too long,” even from several feet away you could see him sneering at you, “and I can’t wait to see it collapse.”

You dropped your nervous facade and grinned confidently at him. This change in your atmosphere seemed to shock him as he looked closer at you, “a throne of lies? You flatter me so,” you smiled and he walked closer to you, “no, I think a seat of deceit is a more fitting term. I don’t have a magical superpower that makes me any sort of royalty.” You pointedly looked at the ten rings on his wrist, “I don’t need it. Besides,” you let out a scoff, “everything you’ve said was a lie. You know even less about me than you thought.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Prove it.”

“My men have been trailing-”

“You don’t even know how to get to Ta Lo, you said it yourself.” You allowed yourself to smile a wide, unnerving smile, “if you can’t wait to see me collapse, then I’m ecstatic to see you fall.”

Another punch to the face, this one with enough force to cause your consciousness to falter. Through your murky ears, you heard him say, “take (pronoun) to the prison.”

You were out before you were even moved from your chair.

When you opened your eyes again, there was a dull throb from your head and brown rock above you. Definitely not the bedroom that you were in earlier, though, you couldn’t say you were exactly surprised considering the rough treatment that got you here.

There was a relieved sigh, “glad you’re awake.”

“What happened?” you groggily asked once the world came into focus. The closest person you saw was Shang-Chi looking worriedly at you.

“Ran into my dad.” He explained, “uh, he wanted me to discuss battle plans with him and I kind of shouted in his face.”

You winced as your hand brushed a knot growing on your head, “I thought you were the rational one.”

“I’d say not wanting to burn down a village makes me pretty rational.”

That jolted you alert and you jumped to your feet, “we need to get out of here.” Your eyes quickly searched the cell that you were all being held in as you searched for something that would aid your escape.

“Woah,” Shang-Chi held out his hands around you to steady you, “don’t move too quickly, you just got a nasty hit to your head.”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” you mentioned offhandedly and brushed past him to look closer at your situation.

“When?” it was two voices who asked the question in shock, and you halted your quick movements to find where Xialing’s voice came from.

“You’re here too.” You smiled as you looked at her, though the same couldn’t be said for her. “It was from before we met,” you waved off her concern as you walked closer to her. She still looked at you with anger behind her eyes, but she didn’t forcefully walk in the other direction, so you took that as a step in the right direction. “You’re still mad?” you asked gently.

“Yeah, I am.” Her voice was curt, and you were finding it hard to believe that she was standing her ground just because she was willing to talk to you. 

“We’re both still alive.” You tried to smile and lighten the situation.

“I wouldn’t call being trapped in this prison alive.” She nearly spat out, her arms still crossed defensively in front of her.

You held back the desire to roll your eyes, “would you stop acting like a child? You’re acting really petty right now and honestly, this is the worst time to act like this.”

“So what if I’m acting like a child? I never got a chance to embrace my childhood.” She spat back. You could tell the two of you were getting more and more heated, and that this wouldn’t solve anything, but you were so frustrated with her that it was hard to think straight.

“Yeah? Well, you don’t need to get angry at me for not listening to your orders.” You argued back, “I’m older than you for crying out loud!”

“I’m not mad at you for not listening to me, I’m mad at you because you put yourself in danger! I told you to get out of there!” Xialing shouted at you and threw her arms to the side, finally revealing why she was giving you the cold shoulder.

You couldn’t believe her, “and leave you, Shang-Chi, and Katy behind?” your brows furrowed as you balled your fists, “I’m not the kind of person who does that.”

“You could have gotten out safe and sound, and not get dragged to this prison if you had just listened to me!” the cavernous room echoed back her voice, amplifying the heated emotions of your fight at least two-fold.

“I know how to hold my own in a fight! I wasn’t going to let the three of you get killed!” Xialing was always more comfortable than you around the concept of death. In the 4 years that you’ve been working together, you rarely were the one to finally take someone’s life. Sure, you helped orchestrate it and handled many of the logistics, but it was never you snapping a neck or pulling a trigger. Xialing handled much of that.  

“Are you sure?” Xialing asked scathingly, “because in all of the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you fight.”

“Because you always insisted you didn’t want me to get hurt!”

“You said you didn’t want to fight!”

“I said I didn’t want to fight in a live-streamed match for all the dark web to see!”

She let out a scream of frustration, “it doesn’t matter our past anymore, because all of us are stuck in this soul-sucking prison that I tried to escape all of those years ago. I didn’t want you to get caught up in my mess.”

“I’m already so much more tangled up in it than you know.” You added scathingly. You didn’t wait to hear her reaction though as you spun around and walked away. Realistically you wouldn’t get very far, but at least you wouldn’t be within kicking distance of each other. Of course, the two of you got into disagreements in the past, but this argument seemed to hit a bit harder than your past ones. Probably because it touched so much more on the backgrounds of both of you. Something neither of you really talked about that much. She was determined to leave her father behind and not think about him or the Ten Rings at all. You? Well, you simply didn’t want to tell her your origin story.

You turned the corner (honestly surprised that this cell even had enough space to have a corner) and was surprised to see two people looking back at you. Surely, they heard your entire fight. “Um, hi Katy.” You gave her a shy wave, “who’s this?”

#shang chi x reader #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi movie #shang chi #x reader #reader insert #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male reader #female reader #marvel imagine #arv #marvel fic #marvel series #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #kimi's writing #shang chi x you #shang chi x gn!reader #shang chi x y/n #strangers to lovers #romance #action #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #angst

[nyxi-pixie]

only talked abt this in rbs before but it lives in my brain and i need to fully DISSECT

tv and movies and books etc dont need to be endlessly hopeless and end in despair to be good!!! you dont need gratuitous violence and death and misery to have character arcs or plotlines or a good narrative!!! in fact, over using that shit can makes writing predictable and lose meaning!!!!!

if everyone expects certain characters to just be sad all the time and never have anything go right theyre not going to be shocked when more bad shit happens. it can totally negate the emotional value of the characters struggles if they Never have any wins. (even super tragic characters we usually start by seeing them doing well?? and then descending to shit??? not just starting shit. shit through the middle. and shit at the end. where tf wld the story be. u cant have an arc if its flat😭)

interrupting character arcs with death can be a good strat to emphasise the sadness of a character death OR it can just make the writing seem wasted which is what happens in most cases

killing off every character isnt shocking its boring.

HAPPY ENDINGS ARENT BAD WRITING. WRITING HOPE IN FICTION IS REALLY SLAY ACTUALLY. STOP MINIMISING HAPPY ENDINGS JUST BC THEY DONT RIP UR HEART OUT. NEGATIVE EMOTIONS ARENT THE ONLY WAY TO BE EMOTIONAL ABOUT MEDIA. (look at how many people cried over heartstopper. emotional. no deaths(except immys dog #rip) and happy endings)

SO NO. GIVING WILL BYERS A TRAGIC ENDING INCLUDING DEATH OR TURNING AGAINST EVERYONE HE LOVES OR HAVING THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABT SUDDENLY OUT OF CHARACTER NOT CARE ABOUT HIM WOULDNT BE GOOD WRITING. MAKING EVERYTHING HE FINDS HAPPINESS IN SUPER SAD ISNT GOOD WRITING. ITS BORING AND STUPID AND I HATE IT. will byers defense foREVER. anyway just let him be happy and let him have his bf it will work out much better for both of them. "mike should reject him" no actually ur wrong bc ur wrong.

AND HONESTLY. SAME FOR STEVE IDC IF PEOPLE SAY HE HAS TO DIE TO COMPLETE A CHARACTER ARC. DEATH ISNT THE ONLY CONCLUSION FOR EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER. like if he dies thats fine but saying its the only valid progression for him?!??!?! stupid take.

#i call it the game of thrones effect #and its ruining everything #people genuinely think character arcs should end in death #people say this about steve harrington all the time and its like sure okay but you dont Need to have him die to complete an arv #arc** #stupid concept #characters dying=\=good writing #will byers #byler #i feel like you guys understand this better than most #will deserves a happy ending frfr #most of them do tbh #ANYWAY. SOMETIMES CHARACTER DEATHS ARE NECCESSARY. USEFUL TO STORY. ADD TO PLOT. ETC #BUT SOMETIMES ITS JUST BORING WRITING #'oh we want to make emotional scene so lets kill someone again' nothing says poor writing like over reliance on killing characters #steve harrington #sorry this is a bit of a mammoth compared to my other posts but guys i have so many thoughts

[altfire-archive]

do u ever create something so niche and self indulgent that u dont even feel like u can post it. lol

#sooo much of my writing is this and i just drew. arv*n and alfie again but its a dmmd cg redraw ksdjghksd #like what do i do with it. i guess it just stays in my files forever #watch your feet #it's sfw! but its just such a niche reference and its canonxoc art so idk lol. it just for me

[valflame]

⊰ ♖ ⊱

                  It was the middle of the night by the time he’d woken with a start. His head was pounding, and it took his eyes some time to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom even with the sconce on the far wall flaring to life at his behest. How long had he been asleep...? It felt like it had to have been an age and a half, but that couldn’t be right...

                  That banging he’d heard, too... Was probably something that existed only in his dream, but for him to wake so suddenly...

                  “Is — Manfroy?? Is someone there??”

#⊰ ♖ ⊱ GOOD COUNSELLORS LACK NO CLIENTS / OPEN RP #(( TRYING SO HARD TO BE BACK HERE NOW THAT I'M FINALLY DONE MOVING HELLO )) #(( SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING I GOT A NEW JOB AND THEN MOVED AND THEN GOT A PROMOTION AT SAID JOB )) #(( anyways 'why is my character in arv's castle' does not matter. put them there give me something to write ))

[el-dritchknight]

Addictions [Sterling ARV x M!Farmer Fluff & Hurt/Comfort]

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Characters | Ships: Sterling Cooper/M!Farmer (He/They Pronouns)

Summary:

Xandrite's used to high stakes and even higher rewards, but the one thing they won't risk is Sterling. Or: A gambler and an alcoholic stay up late, talking on the train tracks.

Many things in life were simply sublime, but most of the time, nothing could beat the feeling of a cool breeze caressing Xandrite’s flushed cheeks, a cold bottle of beer in his left hand and the warm ghost of Sterling’s touch on his right.

Xandrite was no stranger to risks. The dismal dreariness of corporate life had often driven him to gambling in an attempt to stave off that existential dread and loneliness gnawing at the pit of his stomach. The staggeringly high stakes, the promise of rewards, of testing one’s luck against the odds - oh, Xandrite could definitely understand Sterling more than he could admit.

Which is why he was now sitting next to the man on the train tracks.

With his head propped onto his hand, Sterling looked at Xandrite. Their cheeks heated up in a way he could no longer blame on the alcohol. “Admit it, farmer. You like a little sense of danger, don’t you?” 

read the rest on ao3

#sterling cooper #sterling arv #always raining in the valley #sterling x farmer #sterling stardew valley #sterling always raining in the valley #sdv fanfic #el writes #stardew valley fanfic

[arven-x-drayster-4ever]

💋 - kissing

💪 - staying fit

NEXT QUESTION

the drayster is great at kissing. trust

he’s never kissed anyone

bro stop outing me :(. Anyways he’s never kissed anyone either

I bet they already knew that >:]

shut up man

for the second thing, I try to work out once a week at Uva’s fitness center.

😳

can you stop. Just answer the question.

I don’t work out. I do walk a bit though, so that’s something.

#arv says #drayster says #ask games #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #//good choices anon- i had fun writing this :)

[zwei-rhunen]

hi yes is it just my eyes glazing over as i "read" through this? no? just me? okay.

.... /nods

lmao don't smile at us like that

edit THANK YOU CID

lmfaoooo this poor girl

nope.

tldr:

#arcanist flashbacks .-. #zwei writes #does this mean that the proto-fluctuations in the anti-aether indicate that a micro-millenium's worth of ARV segments exist too? #see. i can ALSO use the BIG WORDS #ffxiv

[arvandus]

Caught Dancing - Barbatos x gn!reader

Special note: I'm hoping to continue this theme with the other OM characters; I was going to do it as one big post, but it would be too long, so they'll be posted individually over time.

Warnings: fluffy, flirty, with a side of humor; song lyrics are present in this and I have no regrets. 😎

Song: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Muse

Barbatos walked steadily down the length of the hallway, eager to return to where he’d left you.  You’d offered support in some of the cleaning today, but he had to step away for a moment to deal with some unexpected guests.  He only hoped you hadn’t wandered too far, your innocent feet taking you to dangerous, unfamiliar places within the demon lord’s castle.

But his fears were quickly assuaged before he even reached the open double doors of the room you occupied.  The sound of upbeat music met his ears, and above that, the sound of your singing voice.

“You’re just too good to be true,

Can’t take my  eyes off of you,

You feel like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive...”

Barbatos’s steps slowed as he reached the room.  Curiously, he looked in and froze momentarily.

You were dancing around the room, the cleaning supplies set off to one side and a broom in your hand.  Your DDD was the source of the music, the volume loud enough to drown out any signs of his approach.  Between your singing, cleaning, and dancing, it was no wonder that you were entirely oblivious to his presence.

Not that he minded... the sight of you swaying your hips and gesturing with your arms as you sang the lyrics allowed him to appreciate your attractiveness in a way he usually never got to experience before.  A small grin tugged at his lips and he leaned gently against the doorframe, his chin pensively held in his fingers as he watched you.

The song built into a crescendo, the loud guitar and drums building, and you played air guitar on the broom, your head banging back and forth to the beat before breaking out into the chorus.

“I love you baaaby,

And if it’s quite alright, I need you babyyy

To warm the lonely nights, I love you, baaaby

Trust in me when I saaayyy

Oh, pretty baaaaby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh pretty baaaby

Now that I’ve found you, stay

And let me love you, baaaaby

Let me-“

Your turned and froze with wide eyes as you finally saw him.  Your words evaporated on your tongue as the song continued to play and Barbatos could practically smell the panic emanating from you.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Barbatos suppressed the full smile that threatened to betray his amusement.

“B-Barbatos!! How, uh... how long were you there??”

“Long enough to witness your impressive air guitar skills,” he replied.

Embarrassment transformed every inch of your body and the broom fell to the ground as you covered your face with your hands.

Barbatos chuckled and pushed off the doorframe and entered the room. He closed the distance between you and picked up the broom. “An interesting music choice for cleaning,” he commented.

“Sorry, sorry, it helps me focus. I was hoping to finish the room before you got back...”  You quickly moved towards your phone, but Barbatos’s hand caught you by the wrist.

“Do calm down, you act as if you’re about to be punished.” he said wryly.

Your eyes widened and he could feel your pulse quicken beneath his fingertips.  If Barbatos didn’t know any better, he might have suspected his comment had had an unintended yet pleasant effect on you.  He suppressed a grin, his butler mask remaining firmly in place.

Still, he couldn’t help the way his thumb caressed across the soft skin where your pulse fluttered as he gently pulled you closer to him. You followed willingly until your body was inches from his.

“I enjoyed your music. And I enjoyed your singing,” he said gently.

You smiled and glanced down at your feet before looking back up at him.  “Thanks. I guess I didn’t think it was your style, that’s all... you’ve always seemed more like the classical music type.”

Barbatos smiled mischievously. “I am nearly as old as the Devildom.  There is much you have yet to learn about me.”

You nodded in understanding. Your gaze focused on Barbatos’s hold on you for a moment before you spoke.  “Well... I’d like to learn more.  About you, I mean...”

Barbatos cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, considering, before he finally spoke.  “Tell me... do you enjoy heavy metal?”

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[misc-obeyme]

Cc BELOVED

Hello!!! I see for your event my two loves are already locked in (Arv, I see you slamming that button for Barbatos thank you for your service

What if I requested ink for Aresenios? Sksksksk sorry I’m in love w your OC

Or diavolo! If we’re sticking with originals characters

Ily bb SMOOCH

AH SILVER ILY. Yes, I am fully accepting requests for Arsenios, so I definitely wrote it with him. (Sorry Dia...) Thank you so much, I'm so happy that you like him!

I really enjoyed writing this, too, but of course because it's Arrie and I love writing about him lol!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Arsenios (OC) with prompt ink

Warnings: none!

You had been sitting a few seats down from Arsenios at a large table in the RAD library for some hours now. He hadn't even looked up when you sat down, completely absorbed in the papers in front of him. You didn't see any books, so you didn't think he was studying. He was relaxed, but his eyes never once left the paper. He was writing something with what appeared to be a fountain pen.

You didn't worry about it, pulling out your own books to start studying for your next exam. Every once in a while, you couldn't help peeking over at him, but he never looked up.

That is, until he finally did.

And then you were met with purple grey eyes full of curiosity and you suddenly wondered if he had been aware of you the entire time.

"You've been here for hours," he said. "Have you taken a break? You should drink some water."

You reached into your bag, pulled out your water bottle, and shook it slightly to demonstrate that it was only partly full. "Don't worry," you said. "I thought of that. Anyway, it's not like you've moved at all since I got here. Do demons not need water?"

Arsenios smiled and put his hands up. "You got me," he said.

You noticed the smudges of ink across his palms. "What have you been doing anyway?" you asked. "You have ink all over your hands."

Arsenios looked down at his hands, turning them over briefly before turning back to the pages on the table. "I was writing a song," he said. "Got caught up in it, you know? Didn't realize I was getting ink on myself. Maybe my pen has a leak?"

He picked up the pen and began to inspect it.

You sighed, taking pity on him. You took out your water bottle and a handkerchief. Then you moved a few seats down so you were sitting next to him.

"Here, let me try this," you said. You dampened the handkerchief with water and then took one of his hands.

For a moment you were distracted by the warmth of his skin and the pattern of the black magic circle tattoo on the back of it. There was a black smudge across it - ink on ink. You began to wipe at it, hoping some of it might come off.

You could feel Arsenios's eyes on you. All this time, they had been fully occupied by the sheets on the table. Now they were looking at you with that same intensity. You felt the blush creeping up your cheeks and you didn't notice how the water did nothing to remove the ink stains on his hands.

Arsenios put his free hand over yours - the one still wiping at his light brown skin with the handkerchief. Now all you could see were your hands entwined with his. You took in the tattoos, the splotches of ink, the nails painted grey.

"MC," Arsenios said, his voice somehow making your name sound like a symphony.

You looked up and saw an amused expression. It was a slightly crooked smile and gleaming eyes.

"That won't work," he said. "I can't get fountain pen ink off my fingers even when I scrub them with soap. I just have to wait a few days and it will fade on its own. I appreciate you trying, though."

You realized that meant you could move away. You could pull back your hands and go back to your seat where your books awaited you. But you couldn't bring yourself to move, caught in his touch.

Arsenios reached out to place his fingertips gently against your cheek. You should have turned away then, but instead you found yourself leaning into his hand. Your eyes closed almost of their own accord and your body involuntarily sagged. It was as though you'd been hit with a wave of fatigue that you'd been fighting off for the last hour of your study session.

"Let me walk you home, MC," Arsenios said. "You need to get some rest."

You didn't protest. You let him pull you to your feet, his hand holding onto yours as he gathered your things, shouldering your bag himself. He didn't let go until you were at the House of Lamentation's front door.

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[burningvelvet]

Some of Mary Shelley’s journal entries from late July 1816 when she, Percy, and Claire toured the Valley of Chamounix and visited the Mer de Glace (Montanvert). The scenery inspired Frankenstein and Percy Shelley’s poem Mont Blanc:

“Tuesday, July 23 (Chamounix). — In the morning, after breakfast, we mount our mules to see the source of the Arveiron. When we had gone about three parts of the way, we descended and continued our route on foot, over loose stones, many of which were an enormous size. We came to the source, which lies (like a stage) surrounded on the three sides by mountains and glaciers. We sat on a rock, which formed the fourth, gazing on the scene before us. An immense glacier was on our left, which continually rolled stones to its[Pg 145] foot. It is very dangerous to be directly under this. Our guide told us a story of two Hollanders who went, without any guide, into a cavern of the glacier, and fired a pistol there, which drew down a large piece on them. We see several avalanches, some very small, others of great magnitude, which roared and smoked, overwhelming everything as it passed along, and precipitating great pieces of ice into the valley below. This glacier is increasing every day a foot, closing up the valley. We drink some water of the Arveiron and return. After dinner think it will rain, and Shelley goes alone to the glacier of Boison. I stay at home. Read several tales of Voltaire. In the evening I copy Shelley’s letter to Peacock.”

“Wednesday, July 24. — To-day is rainy; therefore we cannot go to Col de Balme. About 10 the weather appears clearing up. Shelley and I begin our journey to Montanvert. Nothing can be more desolate than the ascent of this mountain; the trees in many places having been torn away by avalanches, and some half leaning over others, intermingled with stones, present the appearance of vast and dreadful desolation. It began to rain almost as soon as we left our inn. When we had mounted considerably we turned to look on the scene. A dense white mist covered the vale, and tops of scattered pines peeping above were the only objects that presented themselves. The rain continued in torrents. We were wetted to the skin; so that, when we had ascended halfway, we resolved to turn back. As we descended, Shelley went before, and, tripping up, fell upon his knee. This added to the weakness occasioned by a blow on his ascent; he fainted, and was for some minutes incapacitated from continuing his route.

We arrived wet to the skin. I read Nouvelles Nouvelles, and write my story. Shelley writes part of letter.”

Excerpts from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein:

“At length I arrived at the village of Chamounix. Exhaustion succeeded to the extreme fatigue both of body and of mind which I had endured. For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noisy way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.”

“These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all littleness of feeling, and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillised it. In some degree, also, they diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month. I retired to rest at night; my slumbers, as it were, waited on and ministered to by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during the day. They congregated round me; the unstained snowy mountain-top, the glittering pinnacle, the pine woods, and ragged bare ravine, the eagle, soaring amidst the clouds—they all gathered round me and bade me be at peace.”

“Where had they fled when the next morning I awoke? All of soul-inspiriting fled with sleep, and dark melancholy clouded every thought. The rain was pouring in torrents, and thick mists hid the summits of the mountains, so that I even saw not the faces of those mighty friends. Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats. What were rain and storm to me? My mule was brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert. I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it. It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy. The sight of the awful and majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnising my mind and causing me to forget the passing cares of life. I determined to go without a guide, for I was well acquainted with the path, and the presence of another would destroy the solitary grandeur of the scene.”

Mary used some of Percy’s poetry in Frankenstein. Here’s an excerpt from one of Percy Shelley’s most famous poems, Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni:

“Some say that gleams of a remoter world

Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,

And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber

Of those who wake and live.—I look on high;

Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd

The veil of life and death? or do I lie

In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep

Spread far around and inaccessibly

Its circles? For the very spirit fails,

Driven like a homeless cloud from steep to steep

That vanishes among the viewless gales!

Far, far above, piercing the infinite sky,

Mont Blanc appears—still, snowy, and serene;

Its subject mountains their unearthly forms

Pile around it, ice and rock; broad vales between

Of frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,

Blue as the overhanging heaven, that spread

And wind among the accumulated steeps;

A desert peopled by the storms alone,

Save when the eagle brings some hunter's bone,

And the wolf tracks her there—how hideously

Its shapes are heap'd around! rude, bare, and high,

Ghastly, and scarr'd, and riven.—Is this the scene

Where the old Earthquake-daemon taught her young

Ruin? Were these their toys? or did a sea

Of fire envelop once this silent snow?

None can reply—all seems eternal now.

The wilderness has a mysterious tongue

Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild,

So solemn, so serene, that man may be,

But for such faith, with Nature reconcil'd;

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal

Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood

By all, but which the wise, and great, and good

Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.”

Excerpt of a letter from Percy Shelley to his friend Thomas Love Peacock, July 25th:

“We have returned from visiting the glacier of Montanvert, or as it is called the Sea of Ice, a scene in truth of dizzying wonder. The path that winds to it along the side of a mountain, now clothed with pines, now intersected with snowy hollows, is wide and steep. The cabin of Montanvert is three leagues from Chamouni, half of which distance is performed on mules, not so sure-footed but that on the first day the one which I rode fell in what the guides call a mauvais pas, so that I narrowly escaped being precipitated down the mountain. We passed over a hollow covered with snow, down which vast stones are accustomed to roll. One had fallen the preceding day, a little time after we had returned: our guides desired us to pass quickly, for it is said that sometimes the least sound will accelerate their descent. We arrived at Montanvert, however, safe.

On all sides precipitous mountains, the abodes of unrelenting frost, surround this vale: their sides are banked up with ice and snow, broken, heaped high, and exhibiting terrific chasms. The summits are sharp and naked pin-nacles, whose overhanging steepness will not even permit snow to rest upon them. Lines of dazzling ice occupy here and there their perpendicular rifts, and shine through the driving vapours with inexpressible brilliance: they pierce the clouds like things not belonging to this earth.

The vale itself is filled with a mass of undulating ice, and has an ascent sufficiently gradual even to the remotest abysses of these horrible deserts. It is only half a league (about two miles) in breadth, and seems much less. It exhibits an appearance as if frost had suddenly bound up the waves and whirlpools of a mighty torrent. We walked some distance upon its surface. The waves are elevated about twelve or fifteen feet from the surface of the mass, which is intersected by long gaps of unfathomable depth, the ice of whose sides is more beautifully azure than the sky. In these regions everything changes, and is in motion.

This vast mass of ice has one general progress, which ceases neither day nor night; it breaks and bursts for ever: some undulations sink while others rise; it is never the same. The echo of rocks, or of the ice and snow which fall from their overhanging precipices, or roll from their aerial summits, scarcely ceases for one moment. One would think that Mont Blanc, like the god of the Stoics, was a vast animal, and that the frozen blood for ever circulated through his stony veins.

We dined (M[ary], C[lare], and I) on the grass, in the open air, surrounded by this scene. The air is piercing and clear. We returned down the mountain sometimes encompassed by the driving vapours, sometimes cheered by the sunbeams, and arrived at our inn by seven o'clock.”

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[ready4royalty]

👑 Day Three: Favorite Norwegian Tiara

Norwegian Amethyst Tiara

Details from The Court Jeweler:

The amethyst and diamond parure consists of several pieces: a convertible necklace/tiara, a pair of earrings with removable drops, a ring, two bracelets that can be combined and worn together as a second necklace, and a brooch that can also be attached as a part of the bracelet-necklace. The provenance of the set has never been shared by the Norwegian royal family. While some have speculated that it may have been was a gift to Queen Sonja from her husband, King Harald V of Norway, others disagree. The jewelry historian Trond Noren Isaksen posits in his book, Ingrid Alexandras Arv, that the amethyst set was acquired from Garrard in the 1990s as a replacement for another jewel, a pink tourmaline tiara that had been purchased from the descendants of Countess Estelle Bernadotte. Isaksen writes that the tourmaline tiara, like Queen Maud’s Pearl Tiara, was stolen in the raid on Garrard’s London headquarters in February 1995.

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[ptergwen]

happy 7k val! could you write a little something about arvin never really initiating any physical touch with the reader bc he’s worried she’s scared of him or thinks he’d hurt her (bc he’s always being told he’s violent) so it’s kinda angsty but reader assures him she trusts him and want him to touch her </3

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warnings: a tiny bit of angst

a/n: thank you! i missed writing for arvin hehe i hope you like <3 and sorry for the wait besties i’m gonna work on a bunch of the requests this weekend i promise

it’s date night, and you and arvin are at a drive-in movie. you’re sipping a soda, sitting with your feet up on the dashboard. arvin loves you so much that he doesn’t even mind. you watch the screen in front of you, engaged in the movie. arvin is having trouble staying focused. he’s been stealing glances at you the whole movie, inching closer and reaching out to touch you, but something always stops him.

you offer arvin your soda. he smiles.

“thanks, darlin’.”

“course, arv.”

arvin takes the cup and drinks. you scoot towards him, returning his smile. it’s the perfect opportunity for him to make a move. but instead, he hands you back your soda and shifts his attention to the movie. your smile fades to a frown. you put down the soda and lower the radio that’s playing the movie audio.

“what’d you do that for? it was just gettin’ good!”

“why won’t you touch me?”

arvin doesn’t answer.

“i know you want to. i keep seeing you about to, and then you just don’t. ‘s not just tonight either. you do it all the time.”

arvin turns and faces forward, gaze downcast. his throat tightens as he swallows thickly.

“i’m scared.”

“scared of what?”

“that i’ll hurt you. sometimes i don’t know my own strength. y’know i’m always gettin’ into fights, and folks are scared of me.”

he looks up at you.

“don’t want you to be scared of me, too.”

your hand finds arvin’s, fingers lacing together. his expression is a mix of nerves and excitement.

“i could never be scared of you, arvin. i like that you’re strong and all. makes me feel safe. you make me feel safe.”

those words are the biggest relief to hear. there’s been a constant battle in arvin’s mind, whether or not to touch you, or if you want him to, and the war has finally ended.

“thank you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

“alright if i kiss you?”

“more than.”

with that, arvin captures your lips in a sweet kiss. you smile into it, savor it. it’s rare the two of you share kisses.

you cuddle into arvin’s side. this time, he doesn’t shy away from you.

“what is it boys do when they take a girl to the movies? the arm thing?”

“you mean this?”

you put arvin’s arm around your shoulders. he settles his hand on your shoulder, fingers running up and down. you lay your head on his arm. he sighs contentedly.

“yeah, this.”

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[pokemenlovingmen]

YAAAY TRANSMASC ACE MAN BLOG!! (IM THAT TOO!!!)

Speaking of ace(sex repulsed ace) how about an x reader with arven were the reader comes out as ace?(trans+gay reader ofc, he/they/it btw! :D)

Btwwww before anyone claims this,,,,, I’ll be,,,,,,, “🐾🦴 dog bone anon” :3

Hi dog bone anon!! With all the ace transmascs I’ve been getting in my inbox it’s pretty clear I’ve found my target audience—and they’re all just like me fr fr.

I’d love to write this coming out story with our favorite sandwich man! I love writing about the queer experience, at least the experience I can say I’m familiar with. Ace acceptance rules :)

A Bit of News — Coming out as ace to Arven

🥪 — Okay point and laugh, give him the olympic medal for jumping to conclusions, when you said you had something “important you wanted to talk privately about” he automatically assumed the worst.

🥪 — Unbeknownst to you, he might actually be even more nervous than you when you sit down to talk. He doesn’t do well with sudden news.

“So, Arv… uh, I don’t know how else to say this. But I talked it through with some friends, and you’re my boyfriend, so you deserve to know. I’m… asexual. Y’know…? I really hope it’s not too disappointing to hear… I mean, I don’t want this to change anything about our relationship, but if it’s something that makes it harder to stay together because you’re not comfortable with it or it’s too restricting for you, I understand.”

🥪 — He blinks. You stare at him, biting your lip nervously.

🥪 — Oh, wait… that’s all?

🥪 — He lets out a massive sigh of relief and smiles at you.

“Oh, that’s it? Phew! Sorry, I kinda got nervous there that something really bad had happened. That’s a load off my mind.”

“So, wait, you’re… not upset about the asexual thing?”

“Huh? Why would I be upset about it?”

“Well, it kinda interferes with a big part of a lot of relationships and all…”

“S/O? Do you really think we’d be here, having this conversation, if I was just in it to get you in my bed? There’s probably hundreds of guys out there I could look at and go ‘oh man, he’s so hot’, but there’s only one of you. And I’m not saying I don’t find you hot or anything—but ehh, that’s besides the point—it’s just that there are a billion other things that I like about you past your body. And that’s a billion other reasons to stay with you.”

“Arv, Arceus, you’re too good to me… so you really don’t mind?”

“Definitely not. It’s gonna take way more than that to get rid of me!”

🥪 — After your talk, though (and the deep kiss and wonderful cuddle session that followed), he’s probably got some questions. I imagine he’d be the type to repress his own sexuality for a long time to begin with, so be doesn’t exactly know much about the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. He wants to know more, both to be involved more in the queer community, and also to establish and respect a comfort zone for you!

🥪 — He’s always very polite when he does have questions to ask and always reminds you that you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. But it’s a lot easier to talk about your sexuality, the way you express it, how you figured it out, how it makes certain things feel, when you have Arven there being so genuinely curious and wanting to learn about these things.

🥪 — You can also tell when he did research because he’ll be confirming some really silly facts about the community with you the next morning (i.e., asking you if you really like cake to confirm the memes he saw online. He sorta conducts himself like a confused grandpa trying to be supportive but not really knowing what to do, and you tell him so. He hates you for saying that. >:| ).

🥪 — So speaking of the classic asexual “I’d rather have cake” meme, you find him baking you cakes with alarming frequency because he thinks he’s being funny.

🥪 — Overall, this really doesn’t alter your relationship with Arven much. You’re still his handsome and perfect boyfriend, which he’ll make known anytime you like. He already loved you so much and like he said, hearing you are ace changes none of that.

“Anyone who would only want you for your body is insane anyway, S/O. Really, only your body? I’m mad at anyone who would think like that and they’re just hypothetical people, like, you’d have to be the dumbest person in the world to get with someone as perfect as you and think your body is the only thing that’s worthwhile. Even if I was disappointed about you being ace, there’s literally hundreds of other things about you to love that mean way more than sex ever could.”

“You’re getting worked up about this.”

“I just—I love you, okay?? And I’m getting upset thinking there’s anyone that would treat you like that!”

“Yeah, you really showed those hypothetical people what for. You tell ‘em, Arven.”

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[therealvinelle]

Hi, are there any relatively modern (past ~75 years) Norwegian authors you'd recommend? I'm more interested in genre fiction if you want to narrow it down, but anything goes. Thanks!

(Post on classic Norwegian literature)

I have a few! I unfortunately don't read much Norwegian literature, and the authors I have strong feelings about are older (namely Amalie Skram, Ibsen and Krogh).

Dag Solstad I haven't read but heard so much that I know I must.

Erlend Loe I haven't read myself, but heard great things about him. Has a very charming writing style.

Gerd Nyqvist, Norway's Agatha Christie. Only read one of her novels, "Avdøde ønsket ikke blomster" (the deceased did not want flowers at the funeral), but I liked it.

Jostein Gaarder writes philosophical and esoteric novels. The Christmas Mystery, The Cabal Mystery, and Sophie's World are all fantastic (though you have to start on December 1st with The Christmas Mystery and make your way through one chapter a day)

Unni Lindell is a crime author, though I haven't read any of her crime novels. I have, however, read "Knut - Nobody's baby", which is an autobiography told through the cats which have impacted her life, the most formative being a cat named Knut who forced her to move several times (she tried moving away from him at one point, didn't work out), became a national celebrity, and caused furore among the Norwegian cultural elite on several occasions. I'm not sure if Knut has been translated to English, but I'm hoping some of her works are.

Vigdis Hjorth because she is so incredibly controversial. Triggered national debate when she wrote a novel about sexual molestation in the family that was inspired by her real family even though she's never been molested, which made her family so upset that her sister wrote a novel about when your sister writes a novel about how she totally got molested except she didn't. From what I hear, the novel Hjorth wrote ("Arv og miljø", hopefully been translated to English) was really good and I've been meaning to read it.

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