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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 1 month

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Woe, Crack Baby Shitten au be upon thee.

(@bamsara 's little doodle of Nari being dubbed Cult Babysitter and holding a little lamb irrevocably changed my brain chemistry. So of course, I'm now making it everyone else's problem with the headcanon that Narinder is good with children of all ages.)

A couple of months before Lamb gets captured, they meet another lamb or a very small flock that have to split up very quickly after meeting since there's more chance of the lamb species surviving if they aren't all together. In the meeting, Lamb agrees to try continue the lamb species and gets pregnant via *magic* or afab.

Of course, all of the lambs are captured and killed with Lamb being the last, still a few months away from giving birth.

But then they are chosen and resurrected by The One Who Waits.

Fun fact: a fetus can survive for a few minutes after the death of the carrier. (Also this is a world with magic and gods in it. Logic means nothing to me.)

Lamb starts their cult, crusades across the lands and meets all sorts of allies and enemies. All while quietly mourning their entire species and the child that never would be.

Right up until they go into labour.

The baby is lamb through and through with soft wool, wide eyes, tiny cloven hooves and floppy ears.

But the influence of the crown is blazingly obvious since the baby's wool is jet black and they have three red eyes.

I can't tell which would be funnier. Lamb giving birth in The Lonely Shack or while they are physically in The Gateway just post-beating Leshy. Like they were in active labour right throughout fighting Leshy and had no idea. Either way, it's Shocked Pikachu .jpeg all around. (My fucking KINGDOM for a doodle of this.)

Various dot point shenanigans under the cut

There are two ways to go about this. But either way, Baby is not staying in the Cult. Too dangerous, especially if word gets to the Bishops about there being another lamb. So Lamb can and will speed-run this shit. So it takes them about 4-6 years to fully defeat the Bishops.

Baby stays with Ratau:

Lamb goes and yells at TOWW. They are panicking because they have no idea how to raise a probably-half-god baby.

Narinder has no idea what happened right up until Lamb comes in screaming about him being a Baby Daddy and child support.

Ratau is Grandpa now. This is his fate. He embraces the Grandpa life.

Baby learns how to play knucklebones before they can speak.

Shrumy tries to wager with Lamb/Ratau for the whole Baby. Once and only Once.

Baby's first word is dice. Or die.

Baby worships TOWW, but they are a Baby and don't really comprehend worship so the small shrine gets a lot of flowers, neat rocks and some drawings. Narinder always gives a lot of gold for them. And No, it's not favouritism. Shut up.

Baby knows curses. This is concerning for everyone except Baby.

Baby gets a little TOWW doll. It's their favourite, it goes everywhere with them and washing it is a nightmare for everyone involved.

Baby is jokingly referred to as TOWW's most Devoted Follower because of the doll.

↑ this action will have consequences.

When Baby is not so baby, they make stuff out of their wool for TOWW and for his disciples. Or asks their parent to help them make stuff.

Cue Lamb awkwardly giving the three some very wonky scarves or hats.

Baal loves it.

Aym refuses to take his off. Ever.

Narinder is actually upset cause his doesn't fit. He's too big. He had to wear it like a little ring.

Or Baby stays/is brought to the Gateway ala Aym and Baal situation:

If Lamb gives birth in the Gateway, everyone is getting a free midwifery education and free trauma. The cats want a refund.

Ya know when a baby instinctively clasps their little hand around a finger and it's like a crime to pull away? That but with Narinder's big ass claw that Baby can only barely cling to.

Aym cries the first time he holds Baby.

Baal straight-up refuses to give Baby back for a good hour.

Lamb visits at least once a day.

Lamb also brings baby things since a baby will do what a baby will do.

Depending on how old Aym and Baal were when they were gifted, Narinder is either learning all of this for the first time or is reminded of how challenging baby care can be.

Narinder purrs = a zonked Baby.

Baby's first word is Vessel.

Baby is taught to fight. Lamb doesn't like it but accepts it.

Baby has a little lamb doll. It is only due to the fact the afterlife doesn't have dirt that they avoid the nightmare of trying to wash it.

Baby is jokingly referred to as TOWW's most Devoted Follower since they refuse to be parted with him for long.

↑ this action will have consequences.

Lamb teaches Baby about being a lamb and if Aym and Baal join in, well who are they to deny their child's only friends/guardians this?

Narinder and Lamb figure out how to get Baby to teleport to the Living World and Baby gets to visit Grandpa Ratau.

Post-game shenanigans.

Narinder: Give me back my crown. Lamb: Ok. Sure. Narinder: I will now sacrifice my most devoted follower (the Lamb) for my freedom. Lamb: *Kill Bill sirens*

Lamb somehow doesn't kill Aym and Baal and instead kidnaps them via Indoctrination Circle out of spite/ reluctance to hurt them.

Narinder feels betrayed that the Lamb would refuse like this and kidnap his acolytes. He was going to resurrect them! He can't fully commit to raising a child while being the God of Death.

Lamb feels betrayed that Narinder would want to kill their child. After all they've been through together! After the way they saw him treat Baby with such gentleness and now he wants to kill them?!

This comes out in the very final moments right before Lamb goes to give the final blow.

Narinder: You are a vengeful false idol and a traitor! Lamb: At least I'm not a monster who wanted to kill my own child! Narinder: Wait. What.

This devolves into a massive argument with divorced-couple vibes.

Narinder is insulted and a bit hurt they thought he would kill his own child.

Lamb is hurt that Narinder would just demand their sacrifice without even talking to them about the whole situation.

Either way the lesson learned is Narinder needs to be more blunt and Lamb needs to not jump to conclusions.

So they are left with a newly usurped Narinder and a newly crowned Lamb. Oops.

Baby is with Ratau when all of this is going down.

Baby is happy their family is all together properly. Baby is Not Happy about this whole cult thing demanding attention from Their Baba.

The Cult is baffled by the sight of their leader with both a baby and a Spouse? Bitterly Divorced Ex? Estranged Co-parent?! What ever it is, most of them have elected not to touch the whole situation with a 10ft barge pole.

Baby learns what the word Father is and how that word refers to Narinder.

Baby calls Narinder Father/Papa/Daddy. Instant KO.

Narinder somehow gains a small hoard of children that like to follow him. Baby Does Not Approve.

Baby also Does Not Approve of this newly formed rift between their parents.

Cue Parent Trap level of Shenanigans.

Aym and Baal are recruited.

The Hoard of Children are recruited. Baby now Slightly Approves.

Narinder and Lamb have an Actual Conversation after the 18th time they get locked in the confessional together.

This of course evolves into Narilamb.

Bishops are saved from purgatory.

Despite all attempts otherwise, Baby is introduced to them.

Shocked Pikachu .jpeg x4

Maybe after a few more years, not-so-baby Baby wants a sibling.

This got so much longer than I thought but yes. Shitten Shenanigans: Accidental Child Acquisition flavoured.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #Shitten Shenanigans Au #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #narilamb #true devotion #Cotl Aym #Cotl Baal #Cotl Ratau #accidental child acquisition #at least on Narinder's part #long post #I once again do not go here #this got longer than I thought it would #Bam's brain is SO wrinkled and I want to lick it

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aaroleswapau · 5 months

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Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

#ace attorney #den's aa roleswap au #franziska von karma #aa swap au asks #aa swap au art

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starlit-memories · 1 year

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Pure Vanilla Cookie X Reader

The sounds of a slow paced writing filled the room. It was snowing today, and you were too sick to go to school.

But the homework won't do itself, and you didn't want to risk it at school.

But you were so tired...

Where did the tiredness come from anyways? You swear it wasn't that much a few minutes ago.

You glanced at a drawing you made a few days ago.

It featured a beautiful garden with a night sky.

You know it looks far from the real thing, and yet, you couldn't help but admire your work.

Well, you did draw it from how you remember, with no references.

It's impossible to get a photo or two from a dream anyways.

...

The sky was painted in various colours, you could almost see a few clouds painted with pink and white.

Or at least you assumed that they're clouds.

You unconsciously tried to fix your glasses.

Well, emphasis on the word 'Tried.'

Instead, you found out that they're not there.

And your hand is not how it should be.

A-are you a cookie now?!

This disturbing thought wasn't living up to it's standards as it should've, strangely.

The garden was still there, but now you could see the colours more clearly.

And you finally noticed the sound of sea.

You were thorn between going to the place, where the sea should be, or staying in the garden.

But a light gasp, coming behind you, rips your choice from you.

You attempted to run away, not looking behind you.

But instead of running, you started to fall, since you were not used to be a two dimensional being.

Thankfully, whoever was behind you, quickly came to your aid, and caught you before you could kiss the ground and possibly die.

"Be careful now! We don't want you to become crumbs."

That voice... Why does it sound so familiar?

You were (at least to you) quickly rotated to look at whoever saved you.

What met you was, unsurprisingly, another cookie.

But, weirdly enough, without his signature hat.

"Would you like to join me for some tea?"

Both of you walked to the hidden terrace, well, walked was an overestimating for you.

It was more like Pure Vanilla Cookie carried you there, while talking about how beautiful today is. You were quite unerved by his staff, which just stared at you, unblinking, almost as if it was in a trance.

The terrace was... So simple and cute.

There were a few waffle chairs, with the emblems ingrained into them, signaling that they're of the vanilla kingdom kind.

There also was a table, though of the same design as the chairs.

You also noticed a small kitchen in the corner, with a small island too.

It truly was a sanctuary of peace.

Though, you were rather curious on how could something like this exist in this garden.

You were set down on one of the chairs, and in front you, were already a few plates aranged, almost, as if you were an expected guest. And pure Vanilla Cookie placed his staff on the counter. Despite the pretty sights next to you, you were quite creeped out by the staff STILL LOOKING AT YOU.

Seriously? Does it ever blink like in the game?

Pure Vanilla Cookie placed a few deserts from the phantry, and you could recognise a few favourites of yours in his hands.

You tried to take one of the deserts, but couldn't do it, due to your new form.

Pure Vanilla Cookie cringed, almost, as if he realised his mistake.

"Ah... Forgive me, I should've realised..."

Then, he took a few napkins, and muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear what exactly.

Then, a few moments later, he gave them to you.

"There, these napkins should help you with picking up stuff."

You hesitatenly tried to take the dessert again, not fully believing what he said.

True to his words, you could grab things now!

Pure Vanilla Cookie said nothing, only softly smiling as you happily muched on the deserts. (even if you couldn't exactly taste them.)

He slowly walked to the counter, and took a few cups from somewhere.

You were having a staring contest with the staff, the deserts forgotten.

He called out your name(when did you give it to him?) Before asking you a question.

"do you have any preferences?"

seeing your confused face Pure Vanilla Cookie looked confused, before realising his choise of words.

"err... As in, would you like tea, coffee, or even perhaps hot chocolate..?"

Content with your answer, he had begun making you and himself your drink of choise.

A few minutes later, he set down the cups with drinks on the table, and sat down on the opposite side of you.

"Be careful to not spill that on yourself."

You thanked him for the drink.

Pure Vanilla Cookie's POV

You were not someone for conversation, he quickly found out, he had to start all the conversations first, and they ended just as quickly as he started them.

But it's okay! It's nice to sit in silence, with the only sound being the sea nearby, and the gentle reminder of the wind going through the leaves of the trees.

He was so happy for you just to be here again, it felt like a long time ago when both of you met first. It must've showed upon his face, since you had made an odd comment on that.

You looked almost... Peaceful. Just drinking your drink of choise, despite knowing that this is all a dream.

He knew too, and he wondered if you liked the drink he prepared, despite not being able to taste it, due to your current circumstances.

"Thank you..." A weak voice was heard from you, and a few moments later, you put your cup of nearly finished drink on the table.

"Is it...time for you to wake up?"But he didn't want you to leave yet!

"I'm afraid so..." A few moments later, you got up, and hugged him.

"Thank you..."

Pure Vanilla Cookie didn't hear the next words you wanted to say, for alas, you had faded away...

Away, somewhere, where he cannot follow you yet.

His expression fell.

"Perhaps, I'll have to ask Expresso cookie to strengthen that device, and the link between the worlds."

#pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie #crk #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #self aware crk #crk self aware #Self Aware crk x Reader #self aware pure vanilla cookie #self aware pure vanilla cookie x reader #you #you x pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla cookie x you #crk x you #you x crk #sorry had to fix the issue with the hot drink...

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mlmxreader · 25 days

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What Remains | Cooper Howard x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ '' How I end up here''

And

"I wanna know who I'm looking at"

With ghoul please

( I didn’t watch the show but this character I.... What I'm thinking is bad...) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Cooper Howard is long dead, but maybe a part of him still lives in The Ghoul. Even if it's only a little bit.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence, jealousy, sex references, violence references

╰┈➤ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Cooper was too busy with searching the chem box to even think about looking up; with you standing guard so diligently and with great loyalty, he didn't know of any reason why he should have.

After all, you had been travelling together since you saved him from a group of super mutants, and although it was not easy, you had gained each other's trust, confidence and now it felt odd if you weren't together - you were a team, now, after spending so long together.

Of course, you still had disagreements, though, like when you wanted to help your old friend Valentine and Cooper it a bullshit distraction.

"Thou shalt not get side tracked by bullshit every time," he had grumbled, even whilst aiding you in helping Valentine.

It still made you laugh when you thought about it. He never wanted to play the good guy and was really only ever out for himself unless there were enough caps in the question; but you could see it, the layer of decency hidden under all that lone wanderer bullshit.

The humanity that he so desperately tried to snuff out. Trying to run so far from what he used to be but still clinging onto gope that somewhere in all the shit, there was something - someone - to bring him back. To pull Cooper Howard back into the light at last.

You cleared your throat, drawing his attention at last.

"It's gettin' dark, Coop," you told him. "We ought to find shelter for the night, then keep going."

Cooper grumbled even though he knew that you were right; being so close to the edge of the Glowing Sea was more dangerous at night than any other time.

Ravenous deathclaws stalked the land searching for anything they could devour. Glowing ghouls with rotted brains and empty dyes were just waiting at the chance to consume any sort of meat. There was always something in the shadows.

But Cooper still slammed the chem box shut and he still stood up and gestured for you to follow him back to the ruined house not far down the road.

It had only one bed, but it still had a roof, and that was better than nothing.

At least you weren't on that fucking foggy island again with all those gulpers and anglers and crabs. so there was that.

"You take the bed," Cooper told you with a huff. "I'll just sleep on the chair."

You shook your head. "Why don't we just share? It's plenty big enough and it wouldn't be the first time."

Cooper huffed as he took his hat and coat off, putting them on the chair before sitting at the edge of the bed; he watched you with great curiosity, taking notes of every movement as if he was studying you and trying to learn your behaviour.

You didn't think much of it - he had been doing it for a while now.

Well, ever since you met up with that Ghoul Mayor who had endlessly flirted with you; you knew Cooper didn't like the fact that you flirted back, but you assumed it was only because he didn't want you to be distracted by the oh so handsome ghoul.

"Hey," you cleared your throat as you looked at him, the buttons of your shirt undone to expose only the slightest glimpse of your chest. "We're okay, right?"

Cooper glared up at you, then nodded slowly. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"You've been different since Goodneighbor," you said with a shrug. "Ever since that Mayor invited me to stay the night, you've been weird."

"Thou shalt not-"

"Get side tracked by bullshit every time, I know, I know, but it ain't that and you know it," you told him, folding your arms across your chest. "It's like you had an issue with him wanting to get in my trousers."

He glared at you for a moment, then shook his head with a scowl. "How'd I end up here? Bein' fuckin' questioned about why I cockblocked that Mayor you fuckin' couldn't wait to jump on."

"Hust tell me why, Coop," you sighed.

"He weren't right for you," he told you with a sneer. "He didn't know what it's like out there for people like us. He spent all his fuckin' time in an office doin' chems - he don't know. Someone like that can't be right for someone like you."

"And you think you would be?" You asked with a raised brow. "Then why the fuck didn't you just tell me? Why the fuck did you have to go all stupid and weird?"

Cooper grumbled. "Shut up about it, would ya? It don't matter - I ain't... I ain't who I was and I ain't never gonna go back to it. So shut up, lie down and fuckin' sleep. We'll head out first thing. Second dawn comes up."

"Or what?" You challenged.

"Or I'll take you back to Goodneighbor," he all but growled out. "And you can stay there with your pretty boy Mayor."

"You wouldn't," you shook your head, narrowing your gaze at him. "I'm not an asset to you, Coop, and you care about me - whether you admit it or not. You care, you just won't let me in... but you want to... so tell me, because I wanna know who I'm looking at: The Ghoul, or Cooper?"

His expression softened as he looked down at the ground to hide his weakness, groaning and sighing heavily. "My name was- is Cooper Howard. I'm a bounty hunter, and I hated the way that Mayor looked at you, spoke to you... but I can't be what you want, and we both know that."

You came to sit beside him, your hand landing on his thigh. "So you can't be yourself? Because that's what I'd want. I'd want the snarky, violent, asshole who shoots first and asks questions later."

Cooper didn't say anything, just put his hand on yours and nodded slowly; he couldn't bring himself to say it, in all honesty. He tried to long to snuff out his humanity that it felt wrong to even try to engage with it again; Cooper Howard was dead, and he knew that.

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jar-of-maise · 9 months

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"Um Lyney," Paimon began, in an uncharacteristically hesitant voice.

"Oh? It isn't like you to be so shy, please go on, what's on your mind?" Lyney asked, looking up at her curiously.

Paimon looked at Aether anxiously, then floated a little closer to him, shedding sparkles as she flew, "well, some of the kids were telling us about how you tell them about fairytales..." She begins.

"Ah!" Lyney snaps his fingers, "are you here to ask me to tell you some stories? Well why didn't you say so?" He hops up easily, gracefully revealing several embossed hardcover books which fall out of his hat.

"Take a pick! There are many here, don't be shy," Lyney says cheerfully, showing the books off happily, "this one is a personal favourite," he winks at Aether.

The cover is of a golden-haired prince, drawing a sword from his sheath, sparkles dance around his figure. White armour adorns his strong figure. "It's a pretty cover...but," Paimon begins, raising a finger.

Lyney raises his eyebrows, "oh? Not to your taste? That's alright," he twirls the book around on his fingers, then tosses it up in the air, where it disappears after a sharp snap of his fingers.

"How about this one? It's about a mermaid and her journey to the human world," Lyney offers, smiling at Paimon and Aether as he shows them the book.

"Well, they're all very nice but–" Paimon tries again.

"Goodness! Have you always driven such a hard bargain?" Lyney asks comically, shaking his head, the books tumble down from his hands as he sighs in defeat.

"Lyney." Lynette says with a deadpan look on her face, "they probably want you to tell them a specific story."

"Yeah!" Paimon exclaims, "thank you Lynette!"

"No worries," Lynette says, crossing her arms and nodding, "my brother does have a habit of talking too much," she says, tail swishing side to side.

"Hey! I'm still here you know!" Lyney cries.

Lynettte fixes him with a very exasperated glare, "I know."

"Oh Lynette, how could you be so cruel to your dear brother?" Lyney whines, slumping, a few cards slipping out from underneath his hat. They fall sadly onto the ground, like limp autumn leaves.

"Um..." Aether begins, "we were hoping to hear about the story you created for the kids here," he says hopefully.

"The story...I made?" Lyney asks, perking up, "you want to hear my stories?" He asks in a tone so innocent that Aether can't help but feel endeared by his excitement.

"Yeah! Of course we do, you're a great storyteller Lyney!" Paimon cheers, "yeah!" Aether agrees, nodding vigorously.

"Well then," Lyney gathers his cards in one sweeping motion, shoving them back into his hat, "I can't disappoint my audience then, can I? Please take a seat, the show will be put on momentarily." Lyney grins, gesturing at the table in front of them.

"Please help yourself," Lynette says in a monotone voice as Paimon and Aether slid into their seats. She places her hat onto the table, and once she removes it, trays and plates of snacks appear magically.

"Wow! Thank you! Paimon's digging in then!"

Lynette nods, satisfied, she pours herself a cup of tea and takes a long sip from her cup.

"So Lyney," Paimon says to the magician, who's mumbling to himself as they help themselves.

"Hm? What's up?" Lyney asks curiously.

"The children here said that this story was called, 'The Thief's Hope' but, they also said that it has a sad ending," Paimon comments, "is that true?"

"Ah, you want to hear that story," Lyney says, there's an unreadable expression on his face, "well I wouldn't say it's that sad, uh, it's just not your typical fairytale."

"Yet the kids still love this story," Aether says, watching as Lyney puffs out his cheeks in slight disagreement.

"Yeah I don't really know why," Lyney laughs, slumping onto a nearby couch with a poof!

"Hey, at least that means you're a good story teller!" Paimon says comfortingly, nibbling on a cupcake as she talks.

"Perhaps," Lyney looks at Aether, then at Lynette. His eyes are wistful as he gazes at his hands silently. Outside, the rain was pouring ceaselessly. A cold wind brushed by and the water rapped on the windows. Lyney thought for a long time, then he just sighed fondly, fingers tracing a seam on his shorts before smiling brightly at Aether and Paimon.

“Alright! Let me tell you the story!” He jumps up from the chair and bows deeply, “Lynette, if you would please,” he bows towards his sister who sighs, “fine," she says.

Lynette snaps her fingers and just like magic, a large backdrop appears behind Lyney, Paimon gasps in surprise and Aether leans forward curiously. It’s a depiction of the Fontaine streets, and the desolate piece of artwork is crafted with life-like accuracy.

“Allow me to take you back in time,” Lyney steps forth, a hand tucked behind his back as he twirls his hat on his fingers.

“There once lived a young boy, he was very poor and often worried about when his next meal would come by,” Lyney snapped his fingers and a little doll fell down from somewhere above his head, it was neatly stitched together, yet dirty and battered as though it had been abused and never loved.

Lyney smiled and nodded at Lynette who waved her hand. A spotlight shone onto the makeshift “stage” focusing on the tiny doll who picked himself up and began to walk around.

“He was often bullied, looked down upon and slowly, he found himself pushed to the darkest streets, where the light did not fall,” as he spoke, Lyney flicked his fingers, they appeared as dark, long shadows on the harsh light of the backdrop and the doll was flung away.

“But he never forgot what being in the light felt like,” Lyney’s voice echoed from somewhere, like a omnipresent narrator. As he spoke, the little doll picked itself up and began to stumble slowly towards the audience, “he longed to go back, there was a hole in his heart that he wanted to fill. A void that was as dark as the night sky.”

The inky blackness that suddenly filled the stage was so desperate and suffocating that Paimon audibly gasped. No light shone, indeed, it seemed as though even the oxygen was being removed from their lungs. Aether wondered if this too, was a part of the magic.

"He tried to fill his heart with the scraps that littered the streets," Lyney's voice began to speak again, "he hoarded those little things zealously, even they had no love for him and he had no love for them."

A small pinprick of light appeared on the stage and focused on Lyney's figure, he stood in the centre, with a grave expression on his face.

"His fingers were nimble and his feet too, were agile," Lyney smiled, a small doll appearing on his hand.

"He took the memories and love of others, he tried to light up the darkness in his heart with the light and warmth of others." Lyney procured a candle, "but he could not chase away the cold in his heart, nor could he brighten any corner of that room, for it was locked!"

Lynette grimanced into her cup, but begrudgingly waved her hand. The flame of the candle died out as she waved her hand and Lyney smiled widely.

"How should I light up this dark heart?" Lyney walked across the stage, making a thoughtful expression, "Ah! The boy realised something, when he was wandering the streets one day!"

Lyney smiles, carefully placing the doll down, "people crave the unknown, they are fascinated by fantasy…and what better way to achieve that than–” a sudden burst of streamers erupted from behind his back, “magic?”

The backdrop changed, it was a light and happy scene, where the doll reappeared, looking much cleaner and put together, the doll was surrounded by other dolls, they were smiling at him.

"If I can't love myself...and I can't take it from others, what if I made them give it to me? That was what the thief thought," Lyney grinned, blowing a shower of confetti hearts at his audience.

Aether smiled slightly when some of the paper brushed his cheek.

"So he began to try and perform, with the few skills he had learned from stealing. No matter how he tried to mask his true self, this boy was a thief," Lyney pointed at the heinous doll with an accusatory finger.

"The truth was that he was a thief, and that all his story-truths were lies." Lyney declared.

Aether and Paimon smiled knowingly, Lynette helped herself to a muffin. She was enjoying the chance to enjoy as many treats as she could.

“So the thief had finally found something that could fill up his empty heart," Lyney kept talking, "but still, the feeling of emptiness persisted. So he kept performing, kept going, just to chase that feeing," butterflies flew out from Lyney's finger tips as he spoke.

“The treacherous thief lied his way to the top. He tricked people ceaselessly, putting on a show that the masses would love. Lies were piled up on falsehoods. The thief could no longer return to the shadows of his past."

Lyney made a shape with him fingers where the light reflected it's shadow onto the backdrop, "The Thief looked down at the world from on top of the tower he’d built. It was exquisitely crafted, held together by fabricated illusions. He was a sinner, a devil who’d escaped from hell who was undeserving of the light he had gained."

Aether's eyes narrowed slightly, he sipped some tea but listened attentively, Lyney noticed this change, smiling to himself he thought, 'ah he gets it.'

Lyney kept talking, "Like a famous actor, the parts that he had to play continued to increase. People’s lives were entrusted to his hands at night, and in the daytime, he stole people’s hearts. He had never been bested and life itself, was the stage for his craft.

He sat under the night sky one lonely evening, gazing out into the inky darkness. The thief looked at the stars, they had always sparkled so beautifully, untouched by pain or sorrow. He wanted that light, even though he knew he could never emulate that gentle radiance.

That was when he met her,” Lyney’s voice took on a reminiscing tone and suddenly Aether was seized by a strange thought, was this just a mere story? He had no time to ponder this question, because Lyney was moving onto the next part of the story.

”Who was she?" Lyney wondered aloud, "well, perhaps she could be described like a burst of sunlight in a cold, frosty winter, or a wonderful flower blossoming in a wasteland...but no," he paused, "she was more than just those."

"She was the steady roll of waves on the ocean, she was the star that never left the night sky," it seemed like Lyney had forgotten his magic in that moment. He stood before them, as a performer still, but Aether realised that this was not only a story, but a reflection of Lyney himself.

"She was not words, she was a feeling," Lyney almost whispered to himself. Yet in the breathless silence that beheld the room, he may as well have shouted those words. Upon beholding this vulnerable side of Lyney, Aether couldn't help but smile sadly.

"The Thief was a certain kind of summertime sadness, one that spring couldn't cure," Lyney said slowly, withered petals falling with every step he took backward, away from the audience.

"He had no words that could describe her, for all the stories The Thief had spun, all the lies he'd said, there was no word he knew that could speak about the truth in her. But The Thief liked to call her mon armour," Lyney smiled bitterly, there was a hatred in the way he uttered those words.

Aether was taken back, but he didn't know why Lyney seemed to dislike those last few words so much.

"Her presence was gentle, yet searing. To The Thief who couldn't remember hugs or caresses, her touches was an uncomfortable, addicting burn."

Sitting in the audience, Lynette looked at her reflection in her cup sadly. This, was his way of atoning for lies, by weaving truths into his stories so that he might not spin falsehoods. She knew Lyney better than anyone else, to most this was obvious, but they didn't know about the hopes of her older brother. Past his light, and his shadow, was a young boy who loved to love and be loved.

That, was also a kind of truth.

"This Thief," Lyney murmured, "he was a haunted house, hollow from inside to out, plagued by a restless soul that was more focused on destroying the construct that kept it existing than anything else. Every now and then, a wind would rush through and open half-closed, weeping wounds.

The people who sojourned in this house did not help the soul, they loved only the mystery, the romance, the unattainable nature of his performance. And often left the house shabbier than when they first entered.

But not mon armour, she came in, like a little ghost. Planting purple wisteria in his mind, with wonderful trees that entwined their roots around the house and bound him to the earth. Camomile grew from his scars, moss and dewdrops patched his wounds.

She planted gardens of lavender in his mind, so that his anxiety might be soothed.

If there was anyone that might make him feel like life was worth living on, it would be her. A gentle love, that didn't demand. How funny, The Thief had never once known how to care, he did not think about the emotion itself. Never committed." Lyney nodded, though Aether didn't know if he was talking to himself or his audience.

"Yet he tried, loving was clumsy. He couldn't make sense of the lines he was meant to colour inside and often scribbled outside of those boundaries. But at least, he was less transient, and more of a home now." Lyney drifted off into his own thoughts, "my love, what a wonderful name, if only..."

Aether lets him mumble to himself, Paimon also floats over to him with a soft, melancholic smile. "Poor Lyney..." she says quietly, "the story must mean a lot to him."

"I think there was a bit more than just that," Aether comments, but refrains from saying some of his other thoughts, knowing Paimon would just freak out.

"My brother finds it hard to express himself," Lynette chips in, "thank you for listening to him," she bows her head.

"It's okay, please tell him that we'd listen to him anytime!" Paimon exclaims waving her hands.

"Thank you, I will."

"I know you're not much of a talker, but we'll also listen to you, if you need it," Aether says, smiling brightly at Lynette, who gives him a little smile in response.

"I will cherish that offer." She says, "honestly," she adds, looking at Lyney with a half-endearing, half-fond and equal parts exasperated expression, "for someone who insists he's unlovable, loving sure comes easily to him."

"He has a lot to give," Aether says kindly, Lyney is quiet, a broken piece of cermanic-ware, so fractured yet so well patched up he looks new. Aether is glad he has something to hope for.

"Lyney loves like he breathes but treats it like it's cancer," Lynette replies, "when he first realised he was infatuated he said he got a heart stroke. Yet if loving really was a disease, he'd hope he'd never recover from his illness" Lynette takes a sip of tea and rolls her eyes gracefully. "In that sense, he's utterly hopeless,"

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ccarrot · 5 months

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More Chuuya hcs pls

Lemme tell you a little about my aus while i'm at it!!

Whenever i draw SB lab art, if he's got short sleeves and Dark eyes its chuuya and short sleeves with crazy contracted eyes it's cloneboy! If chuuya's wearing a. longsleeved nightgown it's Chuuya from schoolkoku au!

So the mechanics of Corruption are a little strange because N wants chuuya to say the trigger phrase presumably to "factory reset his mind" but in order to actually activate Corruption he needs to wear the ability proof anti-mindcontrol hat BEFORE he says the trigger so that his mind doesnt get wiped in the process.

To continue on Corruption, if N was intending to get Chuuya to actually activate it, then there COULD be a way for Chuuya to stop it himself. I don't buy the idea that Chuuya's been literally coded to respond a certain way to the words, but maybe it's true that he's been conditioned/brainwashed in a way. In any case it's not lile Verlaine's Brutalization.

Nawy originalaccountname has convinced me that Chuuya has a fear of electricity and lightning storms.

Donut Shop Chuuya experiences an Evangelion Mental Breakdown(tm) at 19. Regains a Lifetime of memories. and the stress of that makes him benched from his executive duties. At some point he just, ditches Yokohama and holes up with Adam and Mary in England for a bit. Donut Shop Chuuya comes back to become Dazai's Bakery employee at some point but not after getting dragged into the Bungo Stray Dogs plot. Hopefully no more fighting for this boy afterwards.

Chuuya's ability is sustained by a singularity ability right? The point at which somthing reaches an infinite value is essentially a singularity, for black holes i think its when the center becomes infinitely dense bc the gravitational pull becomes infinte. My loose memory of physics concepts aside, If chuuya's base ability was enhancement, then Corruption is triggered when the enhancement gets activated on himself, and he's get closer to death when the gravity of his ability gets closer to infinity. Asagiri is a Nerd.

I think if Chuuya ever dies, his ability would like. Explode out of him into a giant black smoke hound thing. A massive BEAST emerges in the wake of his death. Gwahh so edgy.

Like ghhh i think if he never managed to leave the lab he WOULD see N as a caring father figure to look up to. From what we know about N he isn't clinically detached, he's very hands on and manipulative. And we also know that chuuya WILL latch onto any form of kindness and devote his LIFE to uphold that. He'd think of N as his parent.

Most of my skk aus involve Chuuya experiencing the Horrors and Dazai is the pov character who goes through comparitively more realistic trials. I follow Asagiri's formula 👍

More abt hallucinations. That scene was definitely supposed to draw a parallel with him and Atsushi i think btw. So i hc he has issues with night terrors and audiovisual hallucinations, no matter how much he ignores his trauma he wont escape these till he faces it head on. Anyways i think he encounters "ghosts" a lot. The Flags, people he may have killed. Murase really frequently, and N when he gets stuck with sleep paralysis fhh. One he minds the least is Rimbaud actually. Rimbaud's "ghost" is never unhelpful but not one he regrets too much either. Rimbaud's last words to him DID fundementally impact the course of Chuuya's life

Either way he gets bad insomnia. Perpetually has reddish under eyes. He uses makeup lately. The edgy red eyeliner to fit his vibe. Bro is so tired.

Chuuya gets injured easily and a lot but he walks it off like A Champ. Perks of an inhumanly good pain tolerance. Also he gets chronic migranes and pain in general.

He actually smiles a lot. He tries to be really expressive when he talks to people, and if he isn't annoyed or half zoned out he'll try to appear friendly. This doesn't apply to School au or Analog au chuuya, those two girlies are still learning the muscle movements for smiling.

I headcanon Chuuya to be singularly the coolest character in bsd ever and no one can compete. Chuuya won an Oscar.

#ask #headcanons #chuuya

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gildeddlily · 1 year

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more thoughts ab chuuya cause no one compares

was just looking on shitty bsd memes and realised (a little late ig) that 18 Chuuya didn't wear his black coat.

so yes have to overthink it. (a lot of spoilers from Stormbringer, maybe Dead Apple and Beast)

his hat is from Rimbaud, even if Mori physically gave it to him, it's the symbol of his trust to the Port Mafia since he swore to give himself to the organisation. but at least in his first year or so, he didn't really care about the Mafia. He saw himself as a mafioso, but wasn't nearly as tied to it. He was tied to the Flags and the Sheep and to his friends in the Mafia, but what happened in Stormbringer kind of left him with nothing but the Mafia (I love the idea of Chuuya staying in contact with Adam and Shirase, but they're so far from him so it's difficult), and a new bond to it. He learned about himself, so him staying there became something different. His hat is important to him and his bond with Rimbaud and Verlaine, who freed him from the lab (and tried to kill him btw) so yes, it was there from the beginning.

his choker? we don't know much- we don't know anything. He didn't have it when he met Dazai, ofc, but in the "don't forget that you're my dog" scene, probably set after a few days, Chuuya wears a choker, probably from Kouyou like his new clothes, and we see him wearing it even after seven years.

Plain black, probably leather, but the problem is with bones that removed the metal thing in the middle- something that pains me deeply, considering that in official anime arts THEY GAVE HIM THE METAL STRAP-THING SO WHY REMOVE IT IN THE ANIME ITS NOT SO DIFFICULT TO DRAW but yeah

the first is a dead apple illustration, the other 22!Chuuya, and even in Beast he has it. So, Kouyou gave it to him, but since we haven't got illustration for the fifteen era (at least not for the "you're my dog" scene) and Fifteen still has to reach the last part of the light novel, we don't know about Chuuya's first choker. If I have to be honest, I have two headcanons and I'm not able to choose between them: -Kouyou gifted him his choker and he wears it for more than seven years. like Rimbaud indirectly gave him his hat, Kouyou gave him a choker. They have a close relationship: she's his mentor when he's young for at least a year (she's not mentioned in Stormbringer and Chuuya already has an important position in the Mafia so her training likely already ended), and even when they're equals as executives Chuuya values her opinion and they share a strong bond. So yeah, the choker represents their bond -Dazai gifted him a new choker, the one with the metal thing, a little before Stormbringer. he even had an excuse to do so: Chuuya took his place as "head" of the mafia's jewels trade, so he could have give Chuuya the choker as a symbol of that transition of power/role (the Mafia thing- gifting things). Chuuya likely hated it but wear it anyway cause yk fashion and manners (that draw of Chuuya and Albatross vibing together after Dazai gifted his dog the choker is my life) and that's it. And yes also for the "after four years he still wears it"

but the coat. what the hell is it doing here? Chuuya wears it in his first days maybe, but ditched it, considering that he doesn't wear it in Stormbringer and Dead Apple

(I'm trying to understand what the hell he's wearing in dead apple and I'm not being successful) He didn't wear it when he was eighteen. We don't see him in the second season's light novel adaptation, but in the official arts he's always wearing his jacket, not his coat. So he likely started to wear it again after Dazai's deflection, but who gave it to him again, who invited him to do it? He's sentimental when talking ab his clothes and hair, so it was either him wanting to wear it as his importance and popularity rose, as he learned how to be the successful-executive-strongest-man he perfectionated when alone (he didn't get a new partner, since there wasn't another diamond- he was alone in this sense), or Mori made him wear it.

it's pretty obvious that the bond that Chuuya shares with the Mafia is nothing compared to his loyalty to the people in it. he's loyal to Mori, since he welcomed him in the Mafia, and he respects him as his boss: the "what does it mean to be a good leader" points out how Chuuya's failure as a leader (kind of- that's how he perceives it) branded his mentality, and for him Mori is a good leader, one ready to sacrifice himself for his city- so, granted respect (but with how Mori "clinged" to Dazai after his deflection that respect probably faltered a bit) he's loyal to Kouyou, like we said, as she was his mentor. he's loyal to his friends in the Mafia- they exists, so no, he wasn't isolated for four years. in Stormbringer while drugged and tortured he hallucinated and thought ab, citing him "the Flags, his friends in the Sheep, his friends in the Mafia" so he had a social life that didn't involve Dazai after the Flags' death, thank you.

most important, he's loyal to Dazai, more than anyone else. and it has nothing to do with "he follows him after Oda's death" "he joins the ADA". the beautiful and heart-shattering thing about their bond is that it has nothing to do with the Port Mafia, the ADA, Yokohama or the whole world. They're one soul in two bodies, they're the other half of each other. They're able to live without the other in their life, as in they can survive with not being together (when Dazai died in Beast he went batshit crazy. in every universe, dimension, Dazai had Chuuya near, or at least, the other couldn't be alive without the other, cause they won't stop saving each other like it's a fricking sport). Dazai leave the Mafia, and the Mafia doesn't know ab his whereabouts (Chuuya doesn't know nothing ab it, maybe he believed in the "he offed himself" rumor, but it isn't likely)

Mori is a manipulative bastard, who cares deeply about his city and the Mafia, but still an asshole who seized the opportunity. the idea of him giving Chuuya the coat he refused to wear for three years is sick but the most intriguing. as a sign that Chuuya was finally fully loyal to the Mafia, and the Mafia alone. no Sheep, Flags, or Dazai, only the Mafia and the people in it. he was finally theirs, and the coat was a sign of that.

now think about Dazai meeting Chuuya again after four years of refusing to gather informations ab his ex-partner, and seeing him wears that coat. the last "four years passed for everyone" sign.

#gonna shape my personality around random bsd analysis #bsd spoilers #bsd manga #bungou stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #burn the gays #bsd analysis #bsd mori #bsd kouyou #skk #teen skk #we trust chuuya

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kingsis · 7 months

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Pili time 😎 (Also if you want a ship name, ShowCase is what I've been using)

Pili was, and still is, fucking ecstatic to be in the digital circus. Not only do they love circus themes, but they never have to go home? Must be paradise. This doesn't start off anyone but Caine with a good perception of them. "Everyone else wants to go home. Why are you siding with the robot?" (They don't voice that they relate more with the AI than other humans)

Still unsure on the main coat color, but the hat is exactly how I imagined it. They can take off their hat any time, and it can be knocked off too. No matter how often they lose it, it always somehow ends up back in their room.

They draw frequently. They had to ask Caine for a whiteboard so they could do something without getting all jittery. After Caine caught a glimpse of himself being drawn, he took an interest in it. He keeps stealing the whiteboard whenever they finish, because he doesn't want the art to get erased. He's never been drawn before, and Pili just does it so well. He could Never let them erase their art!

Chronically tired. Pili has to take at least one nap every day bc they're constantly exhausted. They trust Ragatha enough to sleep around her, and Kinger's fort is a good nap spot too. Sometimes though, they end up asleep in unconventional places. Jax usually puts them in worse places. If Caine ever spots them first, he'll take them to his room. (He has a hammock set up for them after a while. Pili is always appreciative)

They're terrified of heights. Any kind. 2 feet or 20, it's all too much. Caine loves hugging them, but ends up floating out of instinct. Pili fucking Freaks. Caine tries very hard to accommodate their fear by keeping adventures very grounded. Slowly though, Pili trusts Caine enough to let him carry them around a bit. Still a struggle, but they know Caine would never hurt them on purpose.

Jax calls them Nutcase and picks on them a bit. Not as much as the others though, since Pili makes nice art of him. They ended up in a tentative truce as long as Pili keeps drawing him as nice as they do. After learning they're afraid of heights, he'll sometimes just put their sleeping form on ledges and such. He's been reprimanded multiple times.

Also, both Caine and Pili are emotionally incompetent. It takes a LOT of convincing from everyone that MAYBE Pili has a crush on Caine. After he hears this, he disappears for about 2 days. He doesn't really understand What he's feeling, but it's new and scary and also maybe thrilling? They don't exactly confess to each other, but they end up a bit more touchy feely afterwards.

(Img stuff)

Kinger: friendly. Makes art of bugs 4 him. Naps in his fort.

Ragatha: friendly but not close. Trusts to take a nap by.

Zooble: neutral. Gangs up on Jax

Gangle: friendly but not close. Art buds

Jax: tentative. Somewhat truce bc they draw him

Pomni: neutral. Fun 2 draw

Bubble: menace. They love bubble (in a pet way)

Arrow pointing to Pili: eyes are painted on, so no shadow cast

#my art #art #tadc #tadc oc #tadc original character #the amazing digital circus #wow that was a lot of words #pili sona

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leonenjoyer69 · 11 days

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Okay so– In an au where both Elias and Whole Jekyll exist, what would Elias think of Whole Jekyll and vice-versa?

Also, would a Mind Elias exist at one point :0???

GREAT QUESTIONS MINT, HEHE >:3

First of all, theoretically, this could totally happen in the same universe, since it was decided that using the wrong salts allows Harry to take control... as a plus, Jekylls Mindscape would even be in better shape, since Hyde wouldn't have his temper tantrums! Maybe Mind Lanyon wouldn't lowkey fade away/die, too 💀💀 But, anyways--

(Forgot to add a cut before, so here's one now since this is long lmao)

Honestly, Elias would probably pity tf out of Whole Jekyll, while also kinda fearing him. Like, Jekyll or Hyde go to switch back but use the wrong salts and suddenly there's this weird combination of the two hunched over in pain instead. He explains that he's basically the original Jekyll and stuff from before the potion and immediately talks about how he intends to reverse the potion and become whole again, bc Jekyll and Hyde are both still hanging around in the mirror/Mindscape. Of course Elias doesn't really want him to reverse the potion at all, because that means he'd reverse Lanyons too, and he doesn't wanna die. He also likes hanging out with Jekyll and Hyde and seeing their differences and such. But, on the other hand, a small part of him does kinda want Jekyll to be happy and whole again, and this Harry guy seems to have gone through a decent bit. Plus, now Jekyll and Hyde are trapped away and Harry won't let them have control (tho in a combined au maybe he would, since Jekyll and Hyde get along better once Lanyon splits and knows about them? Idk, probably not without some serious convincing)

Elias still tries to spend as much time with Harry as possible, somewhat happy to see Harry actually kinda take care of himself, but also there's the not great occasions where Harry is fighting with his other halves (who he lowkey kinda hates. I don't think I've talked about it much, but I have/still do pull some things from Chonny Jash's Soul, since he was basically the whole inspiration for Harry in the first place lmao). He feels really bad for the 3 of them and kinda just wants to be there to provide any sort of comfort.

Harry would probably feel immensely guilty that Lanyon had to get split to, avoiding Elias as much as he can (which isn't really a whole hell of a lot, Elias is very persistent, and Harry can only take so much of his sad face). Like, he certainly wouldn't hate Elias, that's still a part of Lanyon after all, but he just feels so bad about it half the time. He certainly prefers Lanyons company, especially because of the comfort his presence provides him (and bc they probably at least mostly reconciled and are mayhaps dating again). Otherwise Harry spends a decent bit of his time researching how to undo the potion and such (which Elias will lowkey try to lightly sabotage sometimes, yk, so he doesn't have to remerge, or it at least takes longer.) And trying to keep his two halves in check.

Otherwise!!! When you ask about a mind Elias, 3 things come to mind, so:

A mind version of Elias in Jekylls Mindscape: honestly, I think the closest to a mind Elias Jekyll would get is just Mind Lanyon gaining more of Elias's features, I don't feel like there'd be a whole entity for him, but yeah. You know how mind Lanyon loses his face and such when Jekylls perception of him gets messed up? Yeah, I kinda just imagine that except instead of looking his face he just adopts some of elias's features (which mind Lanyon does NOT like, and it also really throws Harry off while he's still in the Mindscape)

Mind clothes and such for Elias in Lanyons Mindscape: yes, he absolutely has a silly little set of clothes for the mind scape (which I really need to come up with and draw frfr). Idk why, but my first thought is that he has a cloak in the Mindscape, for some reason. Also really wanna put him in one of those newsboy hats..

A "whole" version of Lanyon- theoretically, probably yes, but since he's so fresh and Lanyon doesn't have the multitude of issues Jekyll has, it's really Just Lanyon chilling in his fancy little Mindscape probably. But, also, my brain is kinda wanting to say that there's not a whole Lanyon, and that the potion Lanyon took actually worked a bitttt closer to the way Jekyll intended it, gathering all the things one hates about them self and giving it it's own identity, while leaving the original person practically unchanged. Like, with Jekyll and Hyde I feel like it did literally split Jekyll, leaving Jekyll himself changed in ways while also giving Hyde everything that was at least partially changed, but amped up by tenfold.

ANYWAYS, THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR THIS RN >:3 I have a bajillion OTHER things on Harry at the ready tho, (thank you Mint for asking things about him and letting me ramble on discord, hehe >:3) so like, say the magic word and I've got a dozen little things to dump about him, from straight lore to little quirks to other character's reactions to him while he's in control :33 Also thank you for the ask Mint! I would never have thought of this without being prompted tbh (sorry if some parts of this post may be a bit nonsensical tho, my brain go brrrr and sometimes I apparently completely forget how the characters I made act 💀) but yeah!!!! Thank you, I'm loving all the OC asks >:3

#oc: “whole” jekyll #oc: elias wright #tgs #jekyll and hyde #the glass scientists #my ramblings #answered asks

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linabirb · 8 months

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Go ahead, Lina, talk about why you like Rollo. I need a reminder on why he's the best ever :DD

SORRY FOR A LATE REPLY AURORA I GOT HOME A FEW HOURS AGO AND NEEDED TO REST and the power went out while i was typing this. why is this world so rollophobic

warning for lots of rambling under the cut!

first of all, his design.

"haha funny boy with a bowl cut and a huge hat" virgin vs "literally the most fun design to draw" chad. yes i'm the second one.

of course his design is heavily inspired by his counterpart but i just love it a lot! i really like the colors (some of them lowkey remind me of a bi flag JDKDLSLSL) of his outfit and i like how the color of his hair and his eye color look with them!

i actually disagree with people who say that he'd look better with longer hair or a more detailed/"unique" hairstyle bc i think in that case his design would feel very overwhelming? meanwhile here it looks much more balanced! when i draw him, it feels really nice bc i don't have to do much when it comes to his hair, i can just focus on the outfit! (though i had to get used to drawing his hairstyle, bc my art style is just. floofy hair.. soft hair..)

speaking of his hair..

I'M STILL NOT OVER HIM HAVING MORE MESSY-LOOKING HAIR AND EVEN HAVING AN AHOGE. I'M STILL INSANE ABOUT IT THIS IS SO CUTE. i've talked about it with my other friends and i hc that his hair is like that simply bc he wears a hat most of the time and.. yeah, your hair can become like that after you wear a hat. and like, maybe his hair has no choice but to look like that no matter how much he tries to take care of it and make it look better, so he also tries to hide it with his hat HDJKDKSLD.

also, i find it so funny how on some images it looks like he has really bad dark circles, meanwhile on other images you can clearly see that he wears makeup, so here's my rollo headcanon number 420 (i have so many of them. so many. literally about any topic. i am going insane): rollo tries to hide his dark circles with makeup, but fails miserably and he's really bad at it and nobody has a heart to tell him that he's actually not really doing a good job.

HIS CHIBI VERSION IS SO. SQUISHING AND BITING HIM. WHAT'S THAT EVIL SMILE FOR. YOU SILLY GOOFY MAN

now, his personality.

HE'S SO. SIFGHDHJFBDFBHDJNDVFDNM!!!!!! i love how rollo isn't just a "cold and emotionless anime guy". HE HAS EMOTIONS!! HE HAS SO MANY OF THEM!!! LITERALLY THE WHOLE MASQUERADE EVENT CAN BE A METAPHOR FOR EXPRESSING ALL THE FEELINGS YOU HAD REPRESSED FOR SO MANY YEARS AND ENDING UP DOING SO IN A WAY THAT'S HARMFUL FOR OTHERS (and probably you).

okay, i've said it before in my other post (the ask game one) but the fact that he's literally one of the few characters (if not the only one) who actually says that yuu must feel weird being the only magicless student and that it can be very scary and tiring. man. and like, when everyone has to split up into groups, rollo is the only one who asks what yuu will be doing. i could try my best to not go "this man is in love with them" at least for a second, but no, this man is in love with them. "oh it's only because they're magicless" shut up. so what if it IS because they're magicless. what if yuu is so pure to him, nobody can touch them. what if he wants to protect them from magic users. rolloyuu can either be the cutest and softest ship ever or they can be the most toxic ship BUT IN A GOOD WAY. IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU GO "waittttt 👀👀👀 that's kinda. that's kinda. hold on a minute" LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYINGGGGGG. all variations of rolloyuu are good. all of them. his ghost room voicelines are also so. it's like, even if he's studying at nrc currently, you can clearly see that he still has favoritism for yuu. it really feels like he sees them as the only "good" student here. it feels like he's a little bit more.. um.. maybe he's more of a tsundere now, since now he knows that yuu likes magic? such as him being surprised when yuu shows him that they want to be friends with him and thinking that it's all just some kind of evil scheme and then being shocked that they're just genuinely nice and saying that it just makes everything even worse. OTOME GAME LOVE INTEREST BEHAVIOR. and him also kinda scolding them for "asking for a present" from him but then saying that birthdays really are important and that he hopes he won't disappoint them with his present. man. m a n. AND HIS OTHER VOICELINES STILL MENTION HIM FEELING SORRY FOR MC AND SAYING THAT THEY CAN ALWAYS RELY ON HIM AND ANYWAY ROLLOYUU ARE MARRIED-

but i should go back to the topic of his personality! you know what makes me insane. it's that rollo, no matter how hard he tries to look like this serious and organized person who has everything under control is canonically a dork in the most affectionate way. HIS FLYING LESSONS VOICELINES ARE SO FUNNY. the fact that he goes "WHY WON'T THIS THING LISTEN TO MEEEEE" when it's not working out, but when everything is fine, he immediately goes "oh, it's quite simple actually"?? i'm going to kiss you on the mouth, you idiot SJKDKDLSLS. he's also canonically a horse girl, which makes sense bc of his counterpart, but also HORSE GIRL ROLLO REAL. i need his lab coat sr. or at least let him take alchemy classes with his current card i want to know what he'll say.

his battle voicelines are so cool, i'm literally obsessed with them. HE LITERALLY SAYS THAT HE HAS UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF AFTER BEATING UP SOME GUYS. HOW COOL IS THAT. some of his voicelines totally didn't make me giggle and kick my feet. totally. don't look at me. me reading "good, how obedient" and "it seems you still desire punishment" and choking on my tea

also i love how his vignette exceeded my expectations and didn't just make me go "i love him <3", it made me go "i need to take care of him, i need to give him a blanket, i need to force him to go to sleep when he needs it, i need to kiss his stupid face, i need to tell him that he's enough-". like what do you mean he eats the exact same things (and not just food, but also the exact amount of it) for lunch and i'm pretty sure he does the same with breakfast and dinner. what do you mean he wakes up BEFORE SUNLIGHT to clean the bell and the gargoyles. what do you mean he likes the bell of salvation (yes, i'm sticking to fan translations) because "it rings when it's supposed to", meaning that he likes predictable things and things that he "already knows" (i think you can say that it's also implied in one of his voicelines where he can't understand why mc is "acting so familiar with him". they're being unpredictable. it's too hard for him to understand them.) what do you mean even when he knows that it will be easier/more convenient for him to do something different, he still does it the same way that he always does. i need him to go to therapy, this man has at least one mental illness and i'm like 100% sure that he's neurodivergent. (i've said it so many times on discord but he's ocd-coded. i say that as someone who has ocd. that's it. i do so many of the things that he does, it actually was a little uncomfortable (but also validating) to read his vignette, i was like "?? DUDE?? PLEASE?? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW UNHEALTHY IT IS?? wait i don't have a right to say that". the bit where he says that he eats the exact same foods to "avoid unnecessary desires" especially reminded me of my own behavior, because my brain often makes me stop taking care of my needs because "otherwise the Bad Stuff will happen". but i won't go into detail)

also i like how he's loved by literally all nbc students?? say whatever you want, call him manipulative and all that, but it takes hard work to make people like you and admire you and rollo is definitely hardworking.

now, his role in the story. sure, him and idia have very similar backstories, but rollo's past resonates with me much more, because i really wish we had more characters that express their grief and other negative emotions as anger. of course, some people cry, some people isolate themselves, some people become afraid of everything, but in those cases those characters are usually portrayed as sympathetic, meanwhile those who want to punch people, want to fight back, want to scream and yell at everyone, often get portrayed as unsympathetic, scary or even abusive and toxic or just evil. which is.. not good. not good at all. anger is a valid and understandable emotion and it's actually good to be angry about things. i actually was shocked when my therapist told me that i SHOULD "bite and scratch people more" (as i've said it myself) right after i was describing to her how easy it is for me to get angry we also found out that it's actually one of my alters' doing and i was like "i sound like some kind of monster don't i". so it's really nice and actually kinda healing to see him just steal everyone's magic, set the town on fire (with flowers, but whatever) and still hate magic and not really getting a redemption arc. it's okay, he'll get there someday. him immediately starting to sob the moment he remembered what happened to his brother also broke me.

however, there is one tinyyyy problem with his backstory, though that's just me, probably. you see, idia blaming himself for what happened to ortho was more.. i wouldn't say understandable, but it makes sense story-wise. he really was involved in it, even if it really wasn't his fault and he was only a child, i can still see why he'd blame himself. but in rollo's case, him secretly blaming himself.. doesn't really make sense to me? i mean, his brother just wanted to show him his magic, sure, rollo could blame himself for just standing and not being able to help him, but.. i don't know, it just feels a little bit weaker to me. so when the story goes "hey, look at him, he's blaming the magic users for not saving his brother, when he actually thinks it's his fault"! i'm like ". okay. what do you want me to do. do you want me to give him a hug and tell him that it really wasn't his fault." like, according to him, other mages really couldn't help and they ignored him, so what do you want me to do?? do you want me to point at him and go "HAHA SO IT REALLY IS YOUR FAULT"?? i'm not gonna do that!!

also, the thing is that rollo isn't selfish at all. i don't think he thinks that highly of himself. i actually bet that his self-esteem is horrible. when idia tells rollo that rollo wasn't trying to save other people, but he actually wanted to save himself, rollo is genuinely confused and can't believe it and idia himself says that it looks like rollo really did think that he was doing it for others. and even if he secretly wanted to do it for himself, i don't think him saying that he wants to save others and end their suffering is selfish. and he also says that he'd love to lose his magic too and he doesn't like using his magic.

his parents also being worried about him and making sure he's fine in the vignette also breaks my heart.

soooo yeah! that's all i can think of right now, but of course, there's most likely much more, my brain is just a little tired, haha.

maybe none of this makes sense and i'm just biased and i'm projecting, but who cares. at least i'm having fun.

if you've read all of this, thank you and congrats! have a pic of my croissant plushie (+ a bnuuy!!) :)

#[ 💌 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ]#[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ]#[ 💫𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 ]#eh you know what #twisted wonderland #rollo flamme #twst rollo #i'm probably gonna regret it later but rn. i'm too sleepy to care and i need to do my hw

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crystalmarred · 29 days

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The melody carries a little, as it is made for only one. The humming that follows, soft underneath a hat that tilts just a bit too much. A smile, true and pure — eyes that lock onto one from afar, though it tries ( to no avail ) to appear elsewhere.

Fingers pause, strings silence, and a chuckle that explodes, sending forth rosy cheeks. "I know you're looking Birdie, you don't have to be shy. I wrote this one for you, you know~"

UNPROMPTED ⇢ @diademreigned

It's a pleasant tune that finds it's way through the air to D'lhen's ears, to make the tip of them twitch in delight at the familiarity of the melody. Though the song was new, the fingers that plucked at the instrument's strings were all too familiar for how many times had they been set upon his heart's strings instead?

From the start, A'aven's talents had been startlingly apparent. Bards were common enough, but it'd be an insult to call this man anything of the sort.

D'lhen had, after all, sought out this spot more than once entirely because of his skill in music. Whatever could be better to settle down with when reading a book besides beautiful music?

Haven had not noticed it, he was sure. Not at first, at least. A man as withdrawn and almost abrasive as D'lhen, t'would be hard for anyone to assume that yes, he had come to this spot in particular to enjoy music played by a man with a sweet smile and a gentle demeanor.

But he had. And he did, even still, though now he had learned to tuck himself away, hidden and unseen to escape golden brown eyes, for Aven had long since learned to tease.

A laugh slipped from his lips, bidden by Haven's words. These days, the sound tasted like Aven's own laughter, sweet a sound as it was.

"And whatever makes you think I'm being shy?"

It's uncharacteristic, how quickly Aven is able to draw a smile from him. Blue eyes squint near the corners of his eyes, giving away how right his Haven is, as he always is.

"I hadn't realized you were..." D'lhen paused, stopped and considered the phrasing of words his heart could not capture, could scarcely comprehend. "It suits you more than it does me, don't you think?"

Sweet, beautiful, just like the man before him and nothing like himself at all. Conventionally attractive, certainly, but the rest...? D'lhen was under no illusions, but it was hard to ignore, difficult to deny when Aven was so graciously offering the song to him like a gift he had not known he wanted...

#✧ ▌ in character : d'lhen tia.#diademreigned #❝ diademreigned — a'aven tia.#❛ d'lhen tia － i would cherish every laugh cause you are half of happiness. ⟨ a'aven tia / diademreigned. ⟩#// ooc. these two pickle my brain; they're so SOFT #// ooc. IT'S NOT A LONG THING MY SWEET BUT I HOPE IT'S OKAY

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facelessxchurch · 7 months

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Review/Rant: Official Merch Store

General Short Version

Remember how he said he would hire professional artists for the official merch store? Yeah, Landy lied bc of course he did. Pretty sure he designed this stuff himself. I mean, a too big amount of items are his doodles.

I didn't expect much, didn't even hope for merch for my favs, but I expected at least some new SP art instead of recycled art (some art is so old it's still from when the first trilogy was released) and well, text.

And no, Landy's shitty 5-second doodles of Skul and himself don't count as "art". Neither does the skull silhouette on some items. Couldn't even be arsed to add eye socks and nose smh :/

3 pages full of garbage merch. He really went for quantity over quality here.

And to add further insult to injury, the prices of the items he sells are heavily overpriced.

So yeah, this entire store is a sign of disrespect and balant insult to the fandom. I hope no one buys this.

Long Version

The Notebooks/-pads

Too much empty space. WAY too much empty space. You couldn't possibly have done this in a lazier way.

The sarcasm one is hardly even SP-related. Plus, he didn't even attempt to pretty the text up a little with typography. He didn't use the 'bold' font for "Caution" which would have been the bare minimum. This doesn't even count as trying.

I TRIED to make the two with characters on it a little better by reducing the empty space, but it's really hard to polish a turd. Especially if ya don't wanna put more than 5 min in lol

Totem Bags

This store has totem bags, but they are worse than the Kickstarter one. At least the Kickstarter one had text big enough that you could read it from afar. For the text on the new ones, you'll need a magnifying glass.

Clothing

Some of the text has the same problem as the totem bags: too small to read. The only time text should be that small is if it isn't meant to be read or when it's "if you can read this you're too close" T-Shirt. This applies especially to A6.

If you have B2 you don't need B1. What happened here? Did he have an item amount quota to reach?

A3, B3 and C3 are Landy's shitty 5 second doodles again. Unless they are used to signed the cloths they don't belong on the clothes. Pay for a custom design, you cheap ass scammer!

A4 and A5, the stripe with Skul should be thicker. If it's on a shirt you shouldn't need a magnifying glass to see it. Also, the blue stripe needs more contrast, the blue is eating the black outlines of Skul. The red stripe on the blue shirt... I just really don't like that blue tone and I hate that he doubled down on it. For the website too.

C1 should have had the sold letters bc you can't read it from further away with that effect on top.

C2 at last you can read this one. Not getting any creativity points from me tho. Once again it's just text and probably took him 5 seconds to design.

Now listen, here is what I want instead. I have this zip-up hoodie from Killstar. I love and essentially I want this but in SP.

Faceless One version: The symbol on the front is the Faceless Church symbol. The back is a picture with Mev in the middle and his generals around him and it's done in the style of those stained glass windows you see in Christian churches but black and white. I don't know what I want on the sleeves. Maybe bursts of flames, symbolizing Mev's fire attacks. Or perhaps just parts of the 'Gospel of the Faceless' scribbled along on the arms in English, Latin or even Irish??? Or one arm a snake to symbolize Nef and the other a lion to symbolize Baron as his right and left hand men?

China Sorrows Version: The symbol in the front should be a crest with a scorpion on it. The back image is a drawing of China in the Art nouveau style. The arms should be a roll of paper curling down each arm with various symbols drawn on them, artfully intervening with each other.

Hats

I wouldn't say that "We don't talk about vampires" is one of the more iconic quotes of the series, but besides that not even an attempt was made at typography. Or like, a little vampire head silhouette with an open mouth and exposed fangs. or even just fangs around the text or anything at all even.

It doesn't assault my eyes, but it's also incredibly boring.

To the people saying they wanted to buy Skul's head: just go to a hat store and buy a fedora. It's gonna be better quality than whatever Landy would smack on the store for a criminal price.

Everything with his face on it

No. How full of yourself do you have to be to try and sell merch with your face on it. The quotes are awful too

The quotes on the postcards are so awfully 2012 Tumblr "quirky" I'm-not-like-other-people ^w^ edgy bullshit vibes. Wasn't cute when it came from the emo kids back then and it coming from a +50 year old man trying to be relatable to the kids these days is just sad and cringe.

Also, I'm pretty sure by sending people that greeting card is how you end relationships including familiar relationships.

Baby's first InDesign Skull

It's what it says in the title. Should have just used the iconic Skul logo instead to make it look like SP and less like random shit you can find on Etsy after reaching page 100.

Really should have just used the old school icon. Thee is a reason it's so iconic: it's easy to recognize as Skul and not random skull/skeleton number 5643489. Plus, using the old one is about the same amount of effort as making the new one.

Honestly, it should have been custom art, but the iconic SP icon would be the lesser evil by a far.

On top of hat, black text is hard to read on a red background js.

Also, what kind of chaotic evil alinged bastard uses a metal pencil case???

Prints

Ngl I always thought the "Mortail Coil" cover was one of the best of the entire series. I also really love the OG "Dark Days" cover. OG book covers as prints? Easy win! Still fucking overpriced tho. Plus the OG covers also would have looked good on clothing, way better than the shit he ended up slapping on there.

As for the collage with all of the characters in it: I always thought it looked awful. The characters were just thrown in there without much thought or care. Also hate that he used the ugly ass SoW Nef instead of the way better-looking Book 1 cover Nef.

Rainbow Ruler

This isn't even Skulduggery-themed. I feel like HarperCollins told Landy he had to put something in the store for the gays but instead of making something like a cute lil Valkyrie/Militsa pin he just smacked this into the store.

The Skulduggery Apron

The only thing that makes it SP-themed is that they smacked a sign saying "Cooking with Skulduggery" on it. Otherwise, it looks like every other skeleton apron you can get around Halloween.

Coaster

So empty and boring again. It looked way better with the moth eventho it was a "Silent of the Lambs" movie poster rip-off. Still don't know why a skull is the official Sanctuary logo. Seems kinda weird for the good guys. On a meta level: I guess literally EVERYTHING in universe has to revolve around Skulduggery.

Make the Sanctuary seal more interesting and then invert the values so the background if black and the lines are white and this could actually look decent.

Skulduggery Clock

This looks like a your-photo-here clock that you can order at every random print shop. Here are some examples from HP to show HOW a custom clock for the fans is meant to look like next to it. (Also look at this Thresh watch, it's so good I almost regret not wearing watches.)

Lunchbox and Waterbottle

Same thing as with the clock. Tho the water bottle also has too much white space.

Mouse-/Gamerpads

Recycled art again. The mousepads look weird with Val placed smack dead in the middle. Plz apply the rule of thirds and move her a little to the right.

Pillows and Bag

AGAIN WITH THOSE SHITTY DOODLES Someone tell Landy that if it takes about 5 seconds to draw it does NOT belong on merchendise!

Also, that floating "Bad Magic" Skul really doesn't work on it's own, Just... just use the damn Skul icon if you gotta be lazy.

Final Words

Overpriced lazy garbage that Landy definetely designed himself. No person with self-respect would even consider participating in this cash grab.

It's an insult to every fan, really.

How to fix this? Delete everything from the website, hire a professional artist, go for quality over quantity. A few items that sell really well are a million times better than a bunch of items that don't sell. If the shop goes well you can always expand.

Almost all of the store should have been custom art apart from a few exceptions where old promo art and book covers are used for tops and posters.

#skulduggery pleasant #sp merch #long post #well this was a waste of time #that I regret #I did not expect it to take this long #but there is just so much merch #and none of it good #rant #art rant

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pinkiepiebones · 9 months

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Snow.

Short story in which Robert Montague Renfield tries to remember.

It starts with listening to Kate and Rebecca. At first he feels like an intruder in their time together, but they both welcome him and insist it's fine that he sit with them as they reminisce.

He listens to stories from their childhood. Halloweens and birthday parties and arcades.

"Do you have any siblings, Mister Renfield?"

Kate still calls him Mister Renfield. It's fine. Robert shakes his head 'no,' but says "I don't know."

He hesitates. "I mean, um. I forgot."

He stumbles. "Wuh. We're estranged?"

He excuses himself and shuffles out of the room and Rebecca covers for him by asking Kate if she remembers when they gave each other haircuts.

Later on he's alone, staring at the ceiling.

"I've tried to remember things," he wrote earlier in his diary, "but so much of my mind's been tangled and fractured and boarded up and stripped down and glossed over and filled with blood that reaching any actual, honest to God memories of my past is"

"Difficult."

He closes his eyes and tries again. There are pieces here and there that he's carefully salvaged and framed on the walls of his mind palace (fascinating concept, that, though Robert wasn't terribly enthusiastic about the fictional serial cannibal from whence someone said the concept came).

Robert looks at the pictures in his mind. Lillian, of course. He's remembering her more now. The way she pretended to read his law books and take notes. The drawings she'd hide in his work bag. The toes of her shoes scuffed from playing skip-rope. She had her mother's eyes but he still can't recall his wife's name.

Robert creeps further inward, trying to illuminate the long-darkened halls. Snow crunches underfoot and he looks around to see two teenagers crouching behind a hay bale and a little boy running towards one of them.

"Robert, Mama's gonna kill us if she sees you out here" one, a dark-haired girl, admonishes. The other, a dark-haired boy, takes off his hat and puts it on the little boy's head. "She won't notice, an' we'll keep him safe, 'right?" The teenage boy peaks around the hay bale and then says to the little one,

"No one's gonna throw snowballs at you 'cause this is a big kid's game. You're our secret weapon, Robert." The teenage boy looks out again and the teenage girl gestures for Robert to watch her hands as she scoops snow in her gloves.

"Yeah! You're gonna run out and ask the other big kids if you can play, and you're gonna show them how good you are at makin' snowballs. While they're distracted, me an' Lawrence'll take 'em down. Can you do this, Robert?"

Little Robert nods. The big sister grins and the big brother gestures for Robert to run.

Robert remembers.

He watches himself, so small!, run into the snow, face red from the cold already, doing just as his brother and sister instructed. Other older kids, faces obscured by the fog of time, emerge and try to send Robert back home. Brother and sister run out and pelt them with snowballs. There is chaos and screaming and laughter and big brother scoops Robert up onto his shoulders, high above the fray. Oh, what fun this is!

But.

There is a noise, harsh and jagged- someone yelling but he can't remember the words. His big sister lifts him from his big brother's shoulders and gently sets him to stand between them. His big brother looks down and give him a defeated sort of smile.

"At least you got a bit of fun, eh?"

Robert opens his eyes. For a moment he can't remember where or when he is. He grounds himself- Name Five Things You Can See. Name Four Things You Can Hear. Name Three Things You Can Touch. Name Two Things You Can Smell. Name Something You'd Like To Taste.

Maybe that's not how it's meant to go, but it settles Robert back in 2023.

"I had a brother and sister," he writes down.

"We won a snowball fight."

#microfic #renfield

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crescentblossom66 · 9 months

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Bond of the Beasts Chapter 5

“Would you stop that?!” Bow Kid gaze upon the drawing that she had spent a total of 15 minutes on which was now soaked and a blur of colors, mostly orange from the orange juice that was spilled from her glass onto it by her sister, who tried to make the glass levitate with her magic. She picked the dripping paper up and showed it to Hat Kid. “You ruined my picture!”

Hat Kid cringed a little and muttered and embarrassed sounding “Sorry” before she tried to cast her spell again. She looked into the old book Snatcher had given to her again, once again trying her best to read the instructions. “M-May-ck ve int-anded objackt fl-o-a-t by ima-gen-ing it fl-o-a-t-ing” She really had trouble reading the sentence 'Make the intended object float by imagining it floating', but Hattie was determined to at least learn something that sounded quite easy in theory. The little picture next to the instruction even showed a young wizard just raising his hands and a little vase started to fly into the air. It couldn't be that difficult. She felt like she would let Snatcher down after the vampire had spent the whole evening trying to teach her how to read simple words.

Bow Kid exited the room and came back with a wet rag to clean the juice of her desk, shaking her head a little at Hattie as this was the second time she had to clean up something, the first was her pencil case that had fallen and spilled her color pencils everywhere on the ground after another unsuccessful attempt of her sister. “Maybe you should try making something light float, like a feather or a handkerchief.” Bow suggested and Hattie nodded a bit dejectedly before walking to the living room to get a handkerchief.

In the living room she found the only resident of the household that she had yet to meet. The blonde-haired man in a black suit was sitting on the sofa, seemingly staring endlessly out the window, he was incredibly lost in his own thoughts which became evident when he nearly dropped his coffee mug as Hattie so much as greeted him. “Hello, I don't think we've met yet. My name is Hattie.” The young girl gave a small smile toward the old man whose gaze shifted to her. It took him a moment to return back to reality, but he gave a small nod before speaking.

“Glad to see yer doin' better, lass.” Hattie figured that he was likely the 'angry man' that Bow was worried about, right now though, he looked a lot more sad than angry. “The name's Conductor...that's what everyone calls me anyway. Ye know, the weird fake soundin' names in this home.” He took a sip of coffee. Hattie had been wondering that, and even Bow had told her that she found it strange that no one in this household seemed to have a normal name 'Cookie', 'Snatcher', 'DJ Grooves', and now 'Conductor'...

The young girl took a seat opposite of him on the arm chair. “I was wondering, why do you all have such strange names? Bow and I have ours because the people that held us in captivity called us Hat Kid because I always liked to wear hats and they called Bow Bow Kid because she liked to wear ribbons in her hair as a kid.”

The man chuckled as the girl said 'when she was still a kid' she was still a child now, older than his grandkids had been for sure, but a kid nonetheless.

Hat Kid noticed that the face of the man turned more sad for a mere moment before it returned back to a rather neutral expression. “Well, fer me and Cookie it's like a nickname, workin' as the only train conductor 'round these parts makes you kinda known as such, as fer Cookie, bein' a great chef earned her the nickname. That sarcastic bloodsucker never told us his real name, just went by Snatcher, while our eccentric clown has DJ Grooves as a stage name in his club, and it simply stuck. This whole thing's got somethin' ta do with our wee hunter problem too.”

“So...they're simply nicknames and aliases. Is it dangerous if people found your real names?” The man nodded yet again and picked out a cigar from his pocket. The moment he lit the old lighter that he pulled out of his pocket, a female voice from the kitchen started to yell in a rather harsh tone.

“No smoking in the house, Conductor, you know that!” Hat Kid cringed while the eyes of the man widened for a moment and he made the fire go back out again, wondering how Cookie heard him switch the lighter on all the way in the kitchen...over the sound of the coffee machine preparing a fresh pot of coffee no less.

With a sigh, he put the lighter back into his pocket together with the cigar. “Yer got that right, lassie, if those hunters knew our real names, we might get inta even more trouble. Ye probably noticed that we're quite far out, a few miles away from the next town-” He looked out the window again. “-it's ta stay safe, more people 'round us means more people who could figure out what we are, and draw the attention of the hunters to us.” Hattie wondered for a moment what kind of creature he was. She knew that Cookie was a witch, that Snatcher was a vampire, she had found out that the DJ was a basilisk, after noticing that his shades were closed off from all sides, more like a visor than shades, really, so she assumed that it was so that no one would accidentally look into his eyes and he would still be able to see. The young sorceress was about to ask the man when she noticed that he had two long feathers on either side of his head that were normally hidden under his cap, but she got a small glance when he adjusted his hat and rose from the couch. It made it clear to her that he was likely a werebeast, most of them had showed physical attributes of the species that they'd transform into during a full moon, she had seen a couple of them in the laboratories.

“A'ight, wee lassie, I'm gonna head off ta work, behave now, ye hear.” He picked up his keys and went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee for the road. “I'm off, be back as usual.” He gave a brief smile to Cookie who was preparing the breakfast for the kids before she'd take them to their first day of school.

Hattie, now alone in the living room, grabbed one of the tissues from a box that was placed on the table and spread it out on the couch, the young girl stared at the soft paper focusing on making it float. For a moment she thought she had done it when it moved slightly...but then noticed that the window was still open and a small gust of wind had pushed it away. After closing the window, she sat back down with a huff and tried making the small and light object float for a second time. “Is there a reason you keep starin' at the tissue, sweetie. Your eyes are getting all dry if you keep that up.” The witch only got a defeated sounding huff as a response before the girl turned to her.

“I'm trying to get better at controlling my magic, Snatcher gave me a book to learn the spells, and is teaching me how to read, but....I can't do it. Not even the paper will float.” Poor Hattie sounded disheartened, and was trying to avoid looking at Cookie who started to approach her.

“Hey, no master has fallen from the sky yet. I had trouble when I was starting out too, you know.-” The red-haired woman sat down next to Hat Kid, who looked at her as if she couldn't believe a word the experienced witch said.

“That can't be, you created this whole house!-” She gestured around herself, “-Bow Kid told me. And you were the one that helped me feel better after I used to much of my magic at once.” Hat Kid sighed in frustration. The woman only gave a small laugh in response.

“Do you want to know what happened when I first tried to use my magic? Nothing, sweetie, absolutely nothing.” My mentor told me to focus on pushing a small rock forward without touching it, and no matter how hard I tried, nothing happened.-” The girl listened to her little anecdote with patience.

“But you managed to do it, right?”

Cookie nodded. “-Eventually yes, but it took me weeks of trying over and over again. Don't give up if it doesn't work out the first few times, you just have to keep on tryin'.” The small smile the witch gave her and the encouraging words made Hattie want to try again. The young sorceress focused as hard as she could yet again, and...still nothing, the tissue refused to move. “Keep trying, sweetie, I know you can do it!” Cookie left Hattie to practice and called Bow, telling her that breakfast will be done in a five minutes, and that she should come down.

With a slight frown of disappointment still on her features, Hattie entered the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a juice box that was recently bought, as they hadn't been in the fridge yesterday morning. Bow Kid came back down the stairs at that moment, presenting the colorful drawing she had made. “Look, I made you something!” Bow Kid showed off a relatively decent drawing of her, Hattie, DJ Grooves and Cookie that depicted them on their recent shopping spree. Hat Kid didn't really pay much attention to it, still caught up in her own predicament, Cookie meanwhile applauded.

“Very nice, sugar. It looks amazing!” She got a magnet from a drawer and pinned the little doodle next to a few notes. One read 'Buy more bacon' signed with an S, and another read 'Whoever reads this is beautiful!' There was star drawn next to the statement. Bow Kid looked ecstatic once her drawing was on the fridge and sat down to eat her food which consisted of toast and omelets.<hr>

Neither Hattie nor Bow had ever seen such a colorful building before, they were used to interiors being bland, mostly gray or white and at best muted colors, this structure however was painted in a soft light blue and a pastel yellow. The two girls followed their new self-appointed guardian inside the house. Bow Kid's skin would have shown hues of purple and yellow simultaneously, but thanks to the potion, she didn't have to worry about her brown skin tone changing and causing others to figure out that she was a changeling. While Bow Kid looked uncertain and a bit scared, Hat Kid seemed to have little to no fear and only excitement. It only got amplified more as she noticed the playground outside. “Look, Bow, a playground! We should check it out later!”

“Remember, Hattie, no magic in school, okay, sweety? It's too dangerous.” The child in question only nodded and uttered a 'Yeah, sure.' in an unconvincing sounding and disinterested tone that made the witch worry and hope that Bow would keep her more adventurous sister in check.

Cookie brought the two kids over to their first ever day of school, instead of the first grade, where that would have been normal, the two girls would need to catch up to the others in fourth grade. A herculean task for sure, but it was the only way, but Cookie had faith. If they all worked together and helped the young girls, they'd be able to catch up. It wasn't their academic prowess that worried the witch though...it was the social aspect. Considering that they were sheltered and secluded from children their age might cause some problems, she feared, or now though, the red-haired woman hoped that they'd get accepted.

The first period they had was thankfully art, it made it easier for Bow to calm down after having had to introduce herself to the class, if it weren't for the potion, her tail would have popped up and her skin would have changed a deep purple again. They had to draw their rooms at home which was nice and calming, and drowned out the loud noises of the other kids that were loudly talking among each other. Hattie had started a conversation with the girl next to her who listened to her ramble on about her plushies.

The second period was quite interesting as the focus was common flowers of spring, a subject their peers seemed to not be too interested in, but to them, who only ever seen fake flowers or easy to maintain ones like cacti and orchids that were placed in their room to at least made it look a bit less dreary, the colors and different shapes were beautiful. They enjoyed looking at the tulips, crocus and hyacinths, Bow even started to doodle on the side of her notepad. Things took a bit of a nosedive at the third and forth periods...math class.

To an average child their age multiplication and division were a bit troublesome, but still more or less manageable, but to Hattie and Bow, who didn't even know addition and subtraction, those proved to be near impossible. Hattie tried hard to count the numbers on her fingers appeared to be decently effective... until the numbers exceeded ten. It was then that both of them realized that this wouldn't be a cake walk, and that they'd have to learn a lot to get to the level of knowledge the other kids already had. When the bell rang to indicate recess, both of them sighed in relief.

“Hattie, I don't think I can handle this, it's difficult.” Bow sighed as they headed to the playground that Hattie had spotted earlier.

“I get what you mean, this will be really tough...” Hattie's expression turned from worry about their gap in knowledge to excitement as she watched a boy slide down a slide, while a group of girls were playing jump-the-rope. “Look!” Hattie ran over to try out the slide, leaving Bow, who gravitated a bit more toward the sandbox and a sandcastle a young boy seemed to be making. She got one of the buckets that were still in the box and filled it up with sand before trying to empty it out on the ground, a bit of her castle broke off before she could even lift the bucket off fully and she pouted a bit.

“It works better with water, just pour a bit of water on the sand first.” The young boy with the short black hair gave Bow Kid a smile which she returned. Bow tried again, this time with the method that the boy had thought her, she was surprised at how well that worked.

“Thank you! It worked!” The boy watched her with curiosity when she got up and returned with decorations for her sandcastle. A few stones for windows and a few leaves and grass for the roof and the changeling was happy to show of her creation.

“Looks cool!” The boy with the red jacket applauded.

“What does?” Hattie walked over to them and took a look at the sandcastle Bow had made. “Nice, Bow, it looks good.-” the young sorceress looked around with sparkles in her eyes and a big, happy smile. “-This place is awesome!”

“You're...the new kids, from the parallel class, right? I don't think I've seen you here before.” The young boy asked and both nodded.

“Yep, this is Bow-”Hat Kid pointed at Bow and then herself. “-and I'm Hattie. Nice to meet you!”

“My name's Tim, but everyone always calls me Timmy. Wanna see a cool skateboard trick later?” He got up quickly and looked enthusiastic.

“What's a skateboard?” Bow asked. She had seen most of the toys on the playground, but the word 'skateboard' rang no bell. Hattie looked equally as confused, if her expression was anything to go by.

“You guys...don't know what a skateboard is? Did you live on mars or something?” Timmy gave them a bewildered look, raising an eye brow at them. The sisters exchanged looks, both silently asking the other for help in finding a plausible explanation.

“No...we...uh...we we lived abroad, yeah. We come from a Solana.” Bow gave Hattie a look as if to say 'Really?! That's what you go with? That sounds so fake!'. The boy, however, nodded.

“I think I've heard of that. Wait a sec, I'm gonna go and get my skateboard.” He rushed off, leaving the two girls to both breathe a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one, I can't believe he bought that.” Bow wiped the sweat from her brow.

Hattie looked around to make sure no one was around before she spoke quietly. “It was the only thing that came to mind. I can't really say that we're from a research facility!” Bow Kid shushed her as Timmy came back sprinting toward them with a board that had wheels on its underside.

“That's a skateboard. Cool, right? Watch me!” The young boy got onto the board and kicked the ground to gain speed before he tried to do a kick flip...which ended with him falling right on his face. “Ow...”

“Are you okay?!” Bow ran up to the boy and helped him back up, his hands were bruised and his knee got scraped open. None of this seemed to interest Hattie as her eyes were drawn to the blue marks on his face, at first she thought those were tattoos, but now that she looked more closely, they looked more like the mark she had on her hand, the mark of magic. Hattie wondered if she should ask Timmy about the marks on his cheeks. He had a small aura of magic around him, way weaker than Cookie's, but if he didn't know about his powers, it would explain that easily.

“Are you...a sorcerer?” Bow Kid flinched at the question, giving her sister a shocked expression. The boy gave Hattie a strange look as if she were insane.

“What?...”

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

this was written for MultiEleonora as part of her sterek secret santa event on twitter 😁 fic below the cut, but can also be read on ao3

Derek shakes his head as yet another rendition of Last Christmas blasts through the radio near the Christmas tree. It's the third one tonight.

Seriously, how many versions of this song are there?

At least there's still eggnog. Too bad it's not spiked, but Derek's still got three hours left on shift even though the holiday party's winding down.

The sheriff's office door opens as if on cue, and Sheriff Stilinski steps out, donning a Santa hat and fake beard. "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!"

Honestly, Derek's surprised that Stiles wasn't able to talk him into wearing the whole suit.

Not that it stopped Stiles from dressing up as an elf, complete with red, green, and white striped tights.

Stiles smiles brightly as he jumps out from behind the sheriff, following along and passing out little white envelopes that contain their holiday bonuses.

"And for you," Stiles says, bounding over to Derek like an overgrown puppy.

Stiles's scent washes over him like a warm bath. The little bells on his elf shoes chime with every shuffle of his feet.

Derek takes the envelope and gives the sheriff a quick nod before turning his attention back to Stiles. "You look ridiculous."

That only makes Stiles smile even bigger somehow. "Yeah, but you still love me."

Honestly, Derek's not sure how they ever got to this point, considering they could barely stand each other when they first met. It's not Derek's fault that Stiles was speeding and got pulled over. Of course, Derek didn't know that Stiles was the sheriff's son at the time, not that it would have mattered to him either way. Especially not when Stiles tried to flirt his way out of the ticket. Just because Derek was an alpha didn't mean he would succumb to a pretty omega batting their lashes at him.

When that didn't work, Stiles narrowed his eyes and demanded, 'Don't you know who my father is?'

Considering Stiles's driver's license was in his hands, marked clearly with the last name Stilinski, Derek had a pretty good assumption as to who Stiles's dad was. Stiles was not pleased when Derek signed and handed over the ticket anyway, obviously not caring that he was the sheriff's son.

And a day later, when Stiles brought the ticket into the sheriff's department, the smug grin left his face when the sheriff praised Derek for a job well done instead of ripping the ticket up.

It took four months before Stiles stopped glaring at him.

Derek's not exactly sure what changed over the course of those months or when he started looking at Stiles as something other than an entitled brat. It seemed reckless to think about him. About his hands, his mouth, his body. His fucking scent made Derek salivate. But it was as if Stiles's fucking smile alone tore through Derek's self-preservation, making it too easy to rationalize Derek's desire for him.

Not that Stiles wasn't still an annoying little shit who liked to push all of Derek's buttons. But at some point, Derek found himself wanting to shut Stiles up using his mouth instead of his fist.

It's been two years, and while Derek still wants to strangle him sometimes, there's no doubt that Stiles is the love of his life—as proven by the black tungsten band adorning his left ring finger.

Stiles punches his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts; his mouth set in a hard line that doesn't look right on his beautiful face. "This is when you're supposed to say, 'Why yes, Stiles, I do still love you.'"

Derek snorts, drawing him close and rubbing their noses together. "Why yes, Stiles. I do still love you."

"Mmm…" Stiles leans into him, making a joyful sound that turns into a chuckle. "Deputy Hale…is that a nightstick in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" As he adjusts Derek's duty belt, Stiles grins, sliding the holster for Derek's taser to the side.

"You're an idiot," Derek says, rolling his eyes. He presses his index finger over Stiles's lips, already knowing there will be another quip of 'but you still love me.' "Yes, I still love you."

Stiles bites the pad of Derek's finger before sucking it into his mouth.

Fuck.

Derek reluctantly pulls his finger back because the last thing he wants or needs is to pop a boner in the middle of the sheriff's department. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, so he knows that all the deputies would give him all sorts of shit about it.

The grin on Stiles's face says he knows exactly what he is doing.

"Oh, you're gonna get it when I get home."

Stiles reaches behind him and squeezes his ass while wiggling his brows. "Promises, promises."

"Be. Good," Derek says, punctuating each word with a kiss to the tip of Stiles's nose. God, he used to make fun of people who did sappy shit like this. But with Stiles, he doesn't care. Anything to keep Stiles looking at him like this. Like he's the only person who matters, like Derek's his whole world. "We wouldn't want you to land on the naughty list, now would we?"

"Why? What are you gonna do? Spank me?"

"Don't. Tempt. Me." Derek lets out a low growl, already imagining Stiles's ass, red from the slaps.

Stiles gives him a wide-eyed look that's two parts mischief and one part innocence. "Who, me? Never. Besides, is it really naughty when it brings so much pleasure?"

Derek throws his head back and barks out a laugh. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because of all the naked, fun sexy times we have," Stiles says with such a straight face that Derek can't help but laugh again.

"You only want me for my body, don't you?"

"It's a very nice body." Stiles doesn't bother with subtlety as he lets his gaze roam down the length of Derek's body. And if it were anyone else, Derek would feel outright violated by the eye-fuck. But with Stiles, the perusal is like an electric current under his skin. It makes his body sing.

"You're lucky I love you."

"I know." The words are said so softly, so sincerely, and with a smile that has Stiles's eyes crinkling in the corners, which always makes Derek's knees go weak.

Derek has to kiss him. It's a need that drives him forward, cradling Stiles's head as their lips touch. Though, being in the sheriff's station, he has to hold himself back from kissing Stiles as deeply as he'd like.

Instead, Derek slides his hands down Stiles's sides, slipping them under the hideous green tunic as he kisses the corner of his mouth.

The tights Stiles is wearing are butter soft. And smooth. A little too smooth.

Derek pulls back, eyes narrowed as he cups the swell of Stiles's ass. "You're not wearing anything under these, are you?"

Stiles gasps in mock indignation. "Why, Deputy Hale, what kind of man do you think I am? Of course, I'm wearing...something under these."

Something.

Heat courses through Derek's veins. All logic flies from his mind as he grips Stiles's wrist, tugging him from the bullpen and down to one of the empty offices.

The door clicks shut behind them, bathing them almost completely in darkness. There’s minimal light peeking through the closed window blinds, but it's enough for Derek.

"What are you doing, Derek?" Stiles asks, but Derek can hear the smile in his voice as the air around them grows heavy with his arousal.

Derek locks the door and backs Stiles up against the wall, growling as he noses along Stiles's chin. "Don't play coy."

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking abou—" Stiles's words are cut off with a gasp when Derek shoves his hands down the back of Stiles's tights.

Stiles's skin is warm and soft, so soft. Derek lets out a pleased sort of rumble-purr as he squeezes Stiles's ass. His fingers brush over delicate lace, and he groans.

"Told you I was wearing something."

Derek doesn't even have to look to know Stiles is wearing a red lace thong. The red lace thong. It's Derek's favorite with the way it shows off his pert ass. The first time Derek saw it was when he surprised Stiles after work one day. They'd been dating for a few weeks at that point, but Stiles had given Derek a key to his apartment. After working an overnight shift, all Derek wanted to do was crawl into bed beside Stiles, so instead of going home, he went to Stiles's apartment and let himself in.

Stiles had been sprawled out in bed, the covers pooled at his waist. He wore Derek's old football jersey. The sight sent a wave of possessiveness through him like he'd never felt before. He wanted nothing more than to mark Stiles all over so everyone knew that Stiles was his.

Derek had undressed faster than ever before and crawled onto the bed, kissing Stiles’s back as he rucked the jersey up while sliding the blankets down so he could bite his ass. However, he stilled when he saw the dark red lace thong Stiles was wearing.

It wasn't something he'd ever seen before, so he wasn't ready for his own reaction to it.

His cock had gone from half-mast to rock-hard immediately. Before that day, the most he and Stiles had done was handjobs and blowjobs, but at that moment, he feasted on Stiles like he was a man starving.

They didn't leave Stiles's bed for anything other than the bathroom and food for the next two days.

"There's another surprise." Stiles's sex-drenched voice pulls Derek back to the present. His pupils are blown wide with a primal and feral look that makes Derek's blood catch fire.

Derek hadn't anticipated doing anything here. Hell, Stiles probably hadn't either. He'd probably only meant to tease, but he should know better. Stiles should have known that when it comes to him, Derek's like a live wire, all coiled, sparking energy just waiting to strike.

He tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of Stiles's neck and crushes their mouths together. It's a passionate kiss, fierce and claiming as Derek ravishes him. But Stiles takes as much as he gives, so Derek's not at all surprised when Stiles yanks his head back and flicks his tongue out to lick a long line up Derek's throat, making him growl.

As an alpha werewolf, he doesn't let anyone do this—wouldn't allow himself to be this vulnerable. But it's Stiles, and for him, Derek would willingly submit.

Without wasting another second, Derek turns Stiles, one hand on the back of his head, holding him to the wall. "Bend over. Now."

Stiles whimpers, his breathing erratic and shallow, but he complies. With his hands beside his head, he pops his ass out.

Derek slaps his ass once, then twice, before sliding Stiles's tunic up and hooking his fingers under the waistband of Stiles's tights.

When Stiles lets out a pleasure-filled groan, Derek smirks. "You ready to show me that tight little hole?"

"You ready to put up or shut up?"

Derek hates to reward such sassy behavior, but he honestly can't wait to taste the slick dripping down Stiles's taint and balls. He gets to his knees, slowly lowering Stiles's tights, revealing his ass and that thong. It makes Derek want to bow to whatever deity deemed him worthy enough of this gift.

He kisses his second favorite mole—just above the swell of Stiles's right ass cheek. Yes, he has favorites. The first is the mole on the inside of Stiles's left thigh. He remembers the way Stiles's legs quivered when he spent an inordinate amount of time lying between them the first time he sucked Stiles off. He would pull away every time Stiles got close to the edge and place a kiss on that mole while praising him.

'So good for me,' he'd say while Stiles whimpered, groaned, and cursed.

Between the memories and having Stiles bent over in front of him like a perfect glowing angel, Derek's achingly hard.

Just a taste, he tells himself. But then he spreads Stiles's cheeks and damn near chokes on his tongue.

It's not the first time Stiles has worn a plug outside their home. Derek knows he loves the way it brushes over his prostate just right, but this is the first time Stiles has worn one with Derek's name emblazoned on its base.

Fuck.

Derek was never this possessive before, but since they started dating, he's had this primal need to mark, mate, and claim. And seeing his name guarding Stiles's hole is no different. It makes a dark, animalistic lust sweep through him.

He takes hold of the base, fucking Stiles with short, shallow pumps over and over.

Stiles shudders. His legs tremble, his back muscles ripple with every movement, and his shoulders tense as he claws at the wall. "Oh yes, oh fucking yes, please."

Derek can't help leaning in and sinking his teeth into the meaty part of Stiles's ass.

The only other sound in the room is a slick squelching every time Derek pushes the plug back into Stiles's hole. Derek spreads Stiles's cheeks as best he can with his other hand and laps up the slick around the plug.

"So good," he murmurs, pulling the plug out and burying his face in Stiles's ass. He unhooks his duty belt with one hand and gets his pants open. He'd only meant to tease Stiles a little, get them both worked up so they'd be raring to tear each other's clothes off when Derek got home later. But now, all he can think about is burying himself in the tight heat of Stiles's body.

He really should have known better.

Derek wrenches himself away, not even giving Stiles enough time to protest before spinning them and pinning Stiles to the conference room table as he enters him in one hard thrust.

"Oh God!" Stiles cries out.

Derek covers Stiles's mouth, bending over him and breathing into his ear. "Gotta keep quiet, baby."

They both know the conference room is soundproofed, but the idea that they could be caught, that someone could hear them plants tempting images in his head. Stiles, too, if his muffled groan and the way his hole clenches around Derek's cock are any indication.

"You'd like that though, wouldn't you?" Derek pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in. "Someone hearing you. Someone walking in right now and seeing you bent over for me."

Stiles stares at him with a look of pure need and pleasure. His eyes scream, 'Yes.'

Though, they both know that Derek would never let anyone see Stiles like this. No, this—Stiles spread out all pliant and willing—is for Derek's eyes only.

As Stiles groans, urging him on, Derek refuses to rush. He eases into him with slow, measured strokes that he knows Stiles loves. Especially when his eyes close. Stiles had once said it was like heaven to him and that nothing had ever felt so good.

Derek inhales deeply, drunk on the scent of Stiles and the way they fit together.

Stiles's lashes flutter as his mouth falls open in a silent cry, his lips swollen and red from biting back his moans. He looks like debauchery and sin.

Derek grinds against him, licking up the bead of sweat that trickles at Stiles's temples.

"Derek," Stiles whispers.

"Derek," he groans.

"Derek," he curses.

"Derek," he cries as if Derek's name fills his every emotion.

Stiles clenches around him, his body rigid, tightening around Derek's cock as he throws his head back in ecstasy. Derek's name is a hoarse cry on his lips.

Good God. With Stiles splayed out for him to take freely and willingly, he's going to combust.

He moves faster and harder, flattening his chest against Stiles's back as he ruts against him, chasing his orgasm.

It's coming.

Rising.

Building, building, building until it crashes over him like a wave—drowning him as he comes apart at the seams.

"Fuck."

It takes a minute to regain his bearings, but he shakes his head when he does.

It's certainly not the first time they've fucked at the sheriff's station. Still, he always wonders how the hell he manages to lose any semblance of self-control and professionalism. Then he looks at Stiles, with his hair stuck to his forehead, his face shining with sweat, and he remembers that he's never had any when it comes to him.

Stiles's laughter is loud and enticing in the darkness of the room.

"The fuck are you laughing at?" Derek asks, pulling out.

"Sorry, I was just wondering what the fuck was in my tights, and I think it's the plug."

"What?" But when Derek looks down, the metal plug sits nestled in Stiles's tights that are bunched around his thighs. He reaches down for it and grins as he slides it up the inside of Stiles's thighs.

Stiles gasps and then groans when Derek pushes it back inside him.

"Don't take it out," Derek whispers, placing a kiss on the small of Stiles's back. He tugs his pants back up, zipping up. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna get stuff to clean up."

After quickly grabbing some cleaning supplies from the storage closet, he and Stiles make sure the conference room is exactly as it was before they defiled it.

The same can't be said for themselves. They head to the bathroom and splash water on their faces, but no amount of freshening up can cover up what they just got up to. Their faces are red, hair disheveled despite running through it with wet hands, but they've been away from the party long enough that they can't avoid it any longer.

Thankfully, no one seems to pay them any attention when they get back to the bullpen. At least not until someone yells, "Yo, Derek!"

Derek turns at the sound of his name, giving a small smile to their newest deputy.

When Farrow holds a hand out, Derek shakes it. "Hey, how's it going?"

"Good. Good. Just got back from patrol." Farrow glances between him and Stiles, his eyes narrow for a moment before a knowing look crosses his face. "You must be Derek's husband."

Stiles grins. There's a teasing glint to it that has Derek pinching the bridge of his nose. Stiles loves messing with the new deputies, and somehow Derek already knows what's about to happen when Stiles turns to him, mouth dropping open in apparent shock. "You're married?!"

The look on Farrow's face is comical. It's horror and dread mixed with confusion as he lets out a nervous laugh. It's fairly obvious what Stiles and Derek were doing before walking back into the party. And now poor Farrow probably thinks he inadvertently caught them red-handed—or red-faced, considering their disheveled appearance. "I, uh…"

"Please excuse him," Derek says, shaking his head. "Yes, this is my husband, and he likes to think he's funny."

"Excuse you. I am funny." Stiles sticks his tongue out at Derek before reaching out and shaking Farrow's hand. "Nice to meet you. Stiles Stilinski-Hale," he says, gesturing to himself, "Also known as a pain in this one's ass."

Derek kisses the side of his head. "And I wouldn't have you any other way. Let's go easy on the new guy, though, alright?"

Stiles pouts. "You never let me have any fun anymore."

Farrow lets out another nervous laugh because what else is anyone supposed to do with Stiles's antics? "Well, it was nice to meet you."

After Farrow walks away, Derek nips Stiles's earlobe. "I'm not really sure he thinks it was nice to meet you."

"Eh, wouldn't be the first time." Stiles shrugs as if he doesn't have a care in the world. "I seem to remember a certain sourwolf who didn't care for me much when we first met."

"And look at us now." Derek kisses him before nudging him away. "Now go before you get me in any more trouble."

When Derek swats his ass, Stiles gasps in mock indignation. "Oh, careful there, Deputy Hale. We wouldn't want you to land on the naughty list, now would we?"

Derek winks at him. "Someone's gotta keep you company."

All too soon, the party is over. As much as Derek would love to clock out and go home with Stiles, he still has a couple of hours left on his shift.

Stiles gives him a lingering kiss, earning them catcalls from the remaining deputies. "I'll see you at home. I love you."

Derek flicks the bell on Stiles's Christmas hat before reluctantly letting him go. "Love you too."

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