#Ardor Posting

[band-of-limbi]

[ Bones just appears. Opening Ardor's window and stepping in the moment Sang leaves. ]

"Helllooooo, Ardor~!"

(Cue Ardor being extremely startled, and also he now looks different…and he kinda looks like he’s on fire.)

HOLY SHI-…Bones??

(Moth creatures are also fluttering around him.)

#limbiverse #Ardor Posting #Bones (EGO: Grinder MK4)

[tetrangel]

🔥⚡

#my art #fanart #limbus company #project moon #ardor blossom moth #shock centipede #(i'm just regurgitating old art that never got posted here because i realize this account has been dead for months) #(swear there will be new stuff soon... probably. once we stop being insufferably useless about drawing)

[abnormality-husbandry]

(There’s the sudden sound fluttering wings nearby…)

[ sitting up groggily to the sound of fluttering the woman mumbled quietly. Rubbing her eyes ]

#red damage//physical posts #mod gimel #Ardor ; Adored Fawn #Ahh~ so Greedy~ // Sloshing E.G.O

[darkcrowprincess]

Reminders to people who watch Midsommar and who hate on people who think Dani's ending is a happy one:

Anyone in real life can be susceptible to cults! Anyone! Doesn't matter how intelligent you are. Or how vulnerable you are anyone can get sucked in. So telling someone how thinking Dani has a happy ending in a fictional movie means your are easily able to get tricked by a cult is not only rude and mean. You are missing the point of fiction vs reality.

Ari Aster himself said he saw the movie as a fairy tale. A folk horror. Where The Hårga are good happy thing for Dani. Everyone else in the movie is in a horror movie. Dani herself is in a fairytale and thats why she survives.

The movie is less about cults and more so about breakups. Its a breakup fantasy. Emphasis on fantasy. So yes I am going to say good for her to Dani a fictional character for her fictional killing of her fictional asshole boyfriend. Because its not real!

Can the Fandom purity culture and Fandom purity police just leave people alone and let them enjoy things? If they are not hurting themselves or anyone in real life than just let them be. Stop worrying how people see the ending of a fictional movie and worry about actual real issues in real life. Ok? Ok.

It just annoys me when I try looking up stuff for Midsommar and I find posts like that. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. And can see the ending of the movie in their own way. But when people say, seeing the ending of the movie as a happy ending makes you an easy target for real cults. Well it pisses me off. Dani is more the easier type of victims for cults. But again as I said. Anyone can get sucked into a cult. Doesn't matter who you are. How intelligent you are, or what background you come from. Depending on the type of cult. You can get sucked in. The best thing to know is how to find the signs and knowing when to leave. So stop bringing real issues and horrors into a fictional movie. A fictional movie that people are allowed to enjoy and see how they want.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#my thoughts #midsommar #movies #horror #fairy tales #Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you #What do I know though? #Maybe there are aspects to the movie that I don't understand #But again its fictional #horror movies #dani ardor #cults

[plusultraetc]

apparently there's something up with the tumblr app on ios where people's bios are getting cut off, so I logged in on the app to check mine and it just says 'some people have arbor ardor but I'm much more' and that's it and I can't stop laughing

#SOME people have arbor ardor but me? #i'm much more. #liza blather #not mha #if you're an iphone user i promise the rest of the quote is in my bio too #i wonder if this is a sign that it's time to make a pinned post

[applepies-and-starlight]

...so I completely forgot that (2) (more) people were interested in Siltcurrent. (Akuma!Ishmael)

Anyway I'm gonna be posting the text under cut because. It's A Lot. And there's a 10 image limit so I can't just screenshot my ramblings

Some Context for LCB moots/readers who have not seen MLB: Akumas are butterflies made by the show's villain (Hawkmoth) who target people experiencing negative emotions, usually said emotions influence how their villain self acts and what their powers are

Extra context for anyone confused: basically a while back I made an AU where Ishmael is the Ladybug (Scarlet Ardor) and Don is the Black Cat (Chatvalier). The aim of the game is bringing glory to yuriville here Also note that they're both in university in a modern AU where we aren't in the shitfest called the City for obvious reasons

Mid edit apple: now should probably be a good time to mention the entire context of the scenario here is that Ishy tries to confess to Don, gets rejected (as Ishmael) and accepted (as Ardor) at the same time. So in attempt to logic away her hurt she tries to figure out why Don likes Ardor better (Ishmael knows Don is Chatvalier (accidental); Don does not know Ishy is Ardor) but in doing so she attracts an Akuma and turns into Siltcurrent thanks faust

Mid edit apple 2: i'd like to clarify that 90% of these writings were written at 3am while i was delirious on sleep deprivation with all of my impulse controls dead on the floor

(Writings will be indented; ramblings will be in bullet points)

So! Siltcurrent! Ishmael Akuma!!

Akumatized late at night (roughly 11pm maybe) but it isn't noticable for the first few days

Illusion subset of powers; Siltcurrent conjures up a form of Ardor to try to keep up some form of normalcy

Omori vibes; as in, everything seems normal but there is something Wrong

Physiology:

Half-blind; Siltcurrent can only identify colors and vague shapes

Exception is Chatvalier/Don, she knows Exactly what to look for and it's Very Hard to trick her

Because Dream Devouring Siltcurrent reference, flouresents!

Bandages. Everywhere. Especially in the heart area

The bandage covering her chest is trying to hide a wound that looks like a lance ran through it

Constantly crying, like deadass her tears are flooding the place

Basically she looks like that fucked up Blind Obsession mer KoishiJSM drew

Oh, yeah, have I mentioned this fucker can break into your dreams?

It gently held her hands, adoration and malice waging war in its one visible eye, both combining into a new emotion that could only be possibly described as obsession.

"I love you," it said, gently kissing above her eye "I love hate love hate love hate..."

Its near-fanatical murmurs eventually petered out into a low whine, resting its head in the crook of her neck.

"You ruin me. Ruin me so much... I hate it I hate it, love you hate you love it love it please keep going please please please..."

(^^ this is a dream sequence; coincides with the last point i made)

(Siltcurrent keeps visiting don's dreams because her horrible compulsion keeps making her do it, otherwise she'd go even more insane for not acting on said compulsions)

Akuma has killed her impulse control so her intrusive thoughts are running rampant

She has at least enough self control to not go... Too Far, at least

(This lack of impulse control from "Ishmael" and "Ardor" is one of the things that tip off Don that something's wrong because honestly she's pretty smart despite what others say)

Very Avoidant of Don (as "Ishmael")

Like. Yk how ayano's like in yansim? Yeah basically

Mild yandere(?) mode now that i think of it

Like. She sees that Don's given someone else more attention than usual too and immediately tracks them down before pestering them about her (mainly like. Asking why she's been around them more, if they learned anything about her during their interactions, etc etc; comes off as overbearing and creepy)

It causes people to steer clear of don because nobody wants to deal with "ishmael"

This one needs screenshots i can't do it justice otherwise

Queequeg's..... Somewhere.

I don't know what exactly happens I just know the end result is that Ahab did A Thing and now our sailor has Trauma. Yk, usual limbus shit

Whatever the fuck happened broke Queequeg and her apart

Idk what it is exactly (could be death or other circumstance, probably the latter because.. cool leg) but whatever it is caused her to not quite. Open Up™ as a defense response

"I've been burned once, I don't want to be burned again"

"Don't go... don't go..."

Torrents of water began to fall from the sky, as if a god had punctured a hole in the clouds. Flooding the place and dragging her under.

"Please don't go..."

The thing pressed its body against her, eye searching for any reaction she had

"Empty... so empty... why do I keep breaking?"

"Why am I always hurt?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Don woke up again, managing to stifle a shout before she ended up waking the entire household.

(She swore she heard a choked sob off in the distance)

(^^ This one's a little rougher, but also another dream sequence)

(Side note: this one and the previous one were in italics because i used italics to distinguish my writing from my rambling in those entries and i'm too lazy to deitalicize them)

Ardor tentatively stepped towards Chatvalier, smile too stiff to be sincere; too wide to be human, her blue eyes desperately searching for something as she lifted a hand, only to awkwardly let it flop beside her.

(Her eyes were supposed to be green; a near-golden shade of olive that reminded Chatvalier of the first leaves heralding fall.)

"Hey, Chatvalier." Ardor spoke, her voice barely above a whisper yet still carrying through the space between them. "I..."

"Release Lady Ardor at once."

"Ardor's" smile faltered, her hands trembling with some deep-seated emotion.

"Chat, please." Its voice cracked as it took more steps towards the cat, "It's me, It's really-"

"Silence, wretch." Chatvalier spat, lowering her stance and pointing her staff at it. "Thou shall not decieve me; release her at once."

Its smile vanished completely, a tear sliding down its cheek.

Then, with a booming roar, a mighty wave crashed down on the fake.

(^^ beginning of what I like to call "Act 2", basically Don figures out Ishy's gotten Akumatized and something's Wrong with Ardor but instead draws the conclusion that Ishy kidnapped Ardor she mentioned she loved Ardor)

(Don't ask how I know my middle english I don't remember either (and if its janked anywhere please tell me))

Fun fact i originally used cur instead

But then i remembered the word wretch existed and went "yeah that's more in line with an absolutely pissed off Don"

"What do you want from me?!" The Akuma wailed, its head whipping around as it tried to find the flash of gold it so dearly adored, "Why are you doing this to me?!"

It screamed as it felt something stab into its tail, twisting around and throwing Chatvalier off of it, trying to shake off the pain from its mutilates tail

"Have I not told you, cur?" She shouted back, flourescent blood staining her boots as righteous fury burned in her eyes.

"Thou hath harmed mine lady, and it is mine duty to deliver retribution onto thee!"

(^^ I can't fucking figure out how I want the last line to go)

(The tail stabbing is a minor nowhere is north reference lmao; one of my drafts for siltcurrent's appearance is that she has twisted legs for a tail ala Mili's bathtub mermaid art)

Chatvalier watched in both horror and morbid fascination as the akuma writhed on the ground, screaming in frustrated agony as it clawed against its bandages, the fight all but forgotten.

"I DON'T HAVE ARDOR! I CAN'T GIVE HER BACK TO YOU!" It screamed at Chatvalier, tears overflowing as its voice went hoarse, "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO?! WHAT DO I DO?! TELL ME!"

Before she could even formulate a response, or even a short quip, it dug its claws into itself, a guttural roar ripping out of its throat before a sickening thump landed on the rooftop.

A still beating heart rested at Chatvalier's feet.

(^^ something possessed me to write this and it just. Ended up becoming an important thing in my outline)

(Discord between me and @/scriptum-pandemonium (tell me if i you want these off tbe post pls))

Speaking of here's more stuff (spoilered because body horror (vague) which i added because. C'mon, this is a limbus au, i should be able to ramp up the violence to blood and (some) gore levels)

Hell yeah up the gore and horror

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE HEART

:>

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Delulu this akuma just has multiple hearts, octopus time

Honestly my original idea is that like, through magic bullshit she's still perfectly ok (still in pain because. Literally ripping your heart out. But. Y'know.)

If I may build on the banger lines you put down, maybe when it's over donqui pulls Ishmael in for a long hug just so she can hear the beating of Ishmael's heart in her own chest

:0

(Shoutout to Blue and the gang at Halcandra btw this was largely inspired by Magiajam)

Shaky, labored pants filled the silence between them. The villain's hair - Ishmael's hair, shadowed its face.

Only its eye was visible; the eye looking at her with so much manic hate, sadness, obsession...

Love.

The heart continued to faintly beat.

"Take it." She gasped, a bloodied claw gingerly covering the gaping, bleeding hole in her chest, "just take it and leave."

Chatvalier couldn't. How could she, anyhow? Anyone who saw such a grosteque sight would be paralyzed in shock, too.

A small sniffle snapped her out of her spiral, looking up to find the akuma desperately trying to wipe its tears away.

"Please..." it hiccuped, desperately trying to steady its breathing.

Then, a whisper.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-"

It started wailing again, babbling a thousand apologies at once as it began to crawl back to the waves.

"I'msorryIcan'tbeherI'msorryIdon'tknowwhyyouloveherI'msorryIcan'terasetheuglymeandbebeautifulforyouI'msorryyouhavetoseemeuglyI'msorryI'mnotperfectforyou-"

Somewhere through the storm of sorrow, Chatvalier found that her feet had tried to bring her to the villain; to Ishmael.

But when she raised a hand to try and stop her, she was already gone.

All that was left was a patch of flourescent, bloodied water, and a single glass shard.

(^^ arguably one of my favorites; I am in so much pain!)

[...] sorry for being not ardor, for being ugly, for not being perfect [...]

It's been a few days since her confession. Ishmael has gotten over the rejection. Definitely. Yeah. It wasn't like... it wasn't like it was the end of the world or anything. She and Don were still friends. (Right?) (Right...) (....hopefully.) No, the self reflection notes weren't about Don. She was just... curious about herself. Yeah, that's it. Nothing to do with how she told her that she reserved her heart for Ardor. (She didn't even question it; she knew Don was Chatvalier, her annoying, endearing, ever loyal partner, who'd gladly throw herself into harm's way if it meant she'd be safe.) Nope. This was only because she saw a curious ad on the internet. A few days ago. (What did she do differently as Ardor?) She checked her notes again; a list of traits she'd describe herself as, another one for the her with the mask. (She impulsively checked her phone for the time.) (A small part of her scolded her for getting distracted so quickly.) What made her and Ardor different? What did she lack outside of the mask. She was just curious; absolutely nothing to do with the proverbial daggers in her heart. Nothing to do with impressing the girl who stole her heart. It's fine. She's fine. She isn't hung over it. It doesn't hurt. Does not hurt at all. Not in the slightest. In fact, she's over the rejection. She's perfectly fine! Just great. Peachy, even. Everything will go back to what it was tomorrow. She shouldn't be fretting over this, the weekends should be enjoyed right? So yes, she's fine. Nothing to worry about. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't... ... "Good evening, Siltcurrent."

(^^ this one's big, I just kinda gave up on editing this to fit tumblr format here)

(Anyway this is me trying to portray OCD and may or may not be me somewhat venting/projecting)

[...] Ishmael desperately trying to logic it together because she's fine it's not even a total rejection, Don Quixote just loved her hero self and not her ordinary self

[...] donqui is a bit self conscious because here she is, rejecting one of her best friends because of a what must seem like a celebrity crush that could never happen

[....] personally I like to think after the Realization™ (figuring out chalier was donqui) Ish started seeing her in a different light [...]

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[...] theres something sad in Ishmael being the only one that realizes the truth, because Ishmael's been the one to see the entirety of Donqui as both a civ and chatvalier, yet Donqui can't because she thinks of ish as two separate people

Part of her is confused as to why Donqui sees it as that (she and Ardor are technically the same person right? They can't be *that* different)

The rest is just. Hurt. And is trying to grasp on straws to logic it away

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Donqui loves ARDOR, which means she could've loved you but she didn't. Because you didn't win her over. Because YOU did something as Ardor so that Ishmael could never compete

Because it is "what does he have that I don't, what can he promise you that I won't" but to yourself

"Ishmael" is borderline manic 90% of the time (like, has the vibes that 1 wrong move will suddenly make her start laughing like a madman before she decks you)

She sometimes gets mental breakdowms over not being able to complete her goal (obtain the miraculous; [Acherontia] assures her that that isn't important right now

Doesn't really help much it just stops her immediate crying and makes her internalize the guilt more

This + her core motivation + everyone now looking at her weirdly compounds into siltcurrent just. Fucking flooding the entire place with her tears (this is when act 2 starts)

Ishmael hovered awkwardly at the edge of the door, practically hiding behind it with the way she positioned herself. "...uh, hey-" She barely started talking before Don was crashed into her, wrapping her arms around Ishmael's waist as she buried her head into her chest. (She could hear the gentle heartbeat under Ishmael's clothes; soft, but steady.) (Strong.) She felt Ishmael flinch at the sudden gesture, but she couldn't find herself to care. "I- woah, now." Ishmael stammered, awkwardly patting Don's head in a subtle attempt to pry her off, "Was... was I really that bad? I know Akumas don't last longer than a day, but..." She trailed off, her ears finally picking up on shallow, stifled gasps as she felt something wet on her shirt. She instinctively wrapped an arm around her, rubbing gentle circles on her back as Don tried to hold back her tears. "Hey, it's okay... I'm okay now." She mumbled, still somewhat awkward from the chain of events, "whatever happened to me is over now, yeah? I'm better now." (She didn't know that Don knew who she was, unaware that a blinded mermaid had begged her to know why it wasn't loved without a mask.) (She didn't know that Chatvalier stood on the roof of a building, holding a bloody, heartless body. Desperately trying to ignore the gaping wound in favor of pretending her Lady was simply asleep.) (If she convinced herself that the blood wasn't real, then perhaps...)

(^^ epilouge scene, basically)

(There are Consequences to gouging out your heart)

Me, at 3am, high on sleep deprivation: i know this is a kid's show, but you know? We've never seen an akumatized villain that was terribly injured detransform before the Cure kicked in

Lady Sonata ex machina I can't have yuri if one of them is dead

The peacock can literally make life from a will and a way ans G is more than competent enough to make ladybug and cat senti-copies to emergency stand in incase one gets incapacitated (also i want a pun on Ardor (Ardoll... heh))

#void screaming #long post #scarlet ardor and chatvalier au #ramblings #writings #fucking hell this took 2 days to compose and compile #i gave up trying to fit it into tumblr's format at the end #it's 2:30am #if it wasn't obvious scriptum is in orange #also i edited some messages specifically so i could get to their points

[sometownie]

Ardor IV Part 2 of 2: Love and Friends

Viola has a birthday and grows up into a child! She's such a handsome child and I'm excited to see what she'll look like when she grows up! Titus on the other hand is one day away from his birthday, and I really wanted to play one more day to see him become a teenager, but that's going to have to wait until next round.

Titus has been hanging around with Carmen and Darcy Puhto lately, and now that Viola is a child as well they're all slowly becoming friends.

When I entered the lot for the first time in a long time, Valdemar had a locked wish to flirt with Babette Black. A chance to fulfill that wish came during Viola's birthday party. The two are very old friends, so the consequences were as exptected - Valdemar fell in love.

The summer has been extremely warm and at the very end of the round Valdemar came very close to a heat stroke, so he'll be walking around the neighborhood with a red face for the next... eternity.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #simblr #hood: whitewave #household: ardor #ok ardors i'll see you in 2026 #since my last ardor round post was in 2020 #oh my god #ts2 gameplay

[maruchan25]

Hello there could you please make a headcanon Dani from midsommar as a girlfriend ? Fem x fem before midsommar

-Dani is a very good girlfriend a person you can count on and rellay on

-she loves you and always wanna make sure you are okay physically and mentally

-she love cuddles sessions with you are day when she just don't wanna get up so you stay with her on bed cuddling

-she loves you very much and thrust you but she doesn't want to put all her problems on you cuz she don't wanna make you feel sick of her even if you have reassure her you won't

-she loves you and supports you alot and wanna make sure you feel comfortable and sure of your decision

-you help her when she can't sleep by having kisses seccions or watching a movie under the blankets

-she would borrow you her cloth if you want to use it even gift it at times she likes when you 2 use matching cloths

-she loves staying on bed with you cuddling while hearing soft music like "raises the moon"

-you 2 don't fight and if you 2 get to an argument she make sure to know that you 2 are on good terms

-she sensitive to subtle changes on you she loves you soo much she is attentive to your needs and attitude changes

-she likes baking with you it take the stress off her and she get to be with you win win

-she is very attentive of you and your needs she wanna make happy always

-thanks to you she knows how to give herself the place she deserves

-she loves going to watch movies with you and go cloth shopping especially on the sweaters aisle

-when you 2 sleep you hug each other and sleep face to face she finds cute when you snore or drool

#midsommar movie #headcanons #my headcanons #my post #dani ardor #midsommar #fem reader #Girlfriends

[bornforbvrning]

rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten ppl

I was tagged by @deep-space-siren - thank you!

Sooo here are the songs! (Wow, much shock about the first one, such surprise haha)

1) Lord of the Lost ft. Swiss & Die Andern - Schwarz Tot Gold

2) In This Moment - Godmode

3) Solar Fake - Es Geht Dich Nichts An

4) Konvent - Fatamorgana

5) Oomph! - Wem Die Stunde Schlägt

6) Perturbator - Lustful Sacraments

7) Zeal&Ardor - Death to the Holy

8) Oomph! - In Namen des Vaters

9) Lord of the Lost - Voodoo Doll

10) Eisbrecher - This is Deutsch

There’s nooo way I can tag ten accounts, plus I know that not everyone has the time/feels like sharing this - damn, I’m guilty of sharing this late too

Tagging @blackccelebration (pretty sure I haven’t tagged you so I needed to change that! 🖤✨) and also @syvellsworld and @spooky-cowfish if anyone feels like sharing this :)

#tag game #I honestly love these too! sorry for not always tagging too many people #but things like that are fun plus I’m always up for sharing music-themed post #lotl #itm #plus some other great artists I’d totally recommend #(seriously there’s ndh and synthwave and whatever genre one of my faves from zeal&ardor are playing)

[hartenlust]

the issue with the books i read is that 90% of the time its not a fun pre-sleeping book. the other 10% its discworld

#op #in bed lights out candle lit tea in a cat mug. current book is the bell jar . #boeken #i need to go through my posts and actually tag stuff w that tag but thats effort im not doing rn #like my other options for books im currently reading are how to blow up a pipeline andreas malm & ada or ardor nabokov #neither would lighten the mood

[band-of-limbi]

…Evening. A little bird told me about [CENSORED]. You are Ardor, correct?

Y-Yeah, I’m…I’m Ardor. Yep.

(His form visibly glitches a bit.)

#limbiverse #Ardor Posting

[a-dorin]

ok i’m dropping this shit RIGHT NOW

#ardor rewrite is about to be posted #y’all better be ready #ardor #ardor: a professor maul series #professor maul #maul #darth maul

[abnormality-husbandry]

(Hi. Ardor here, he’s somehow wandered into the Floor of Art.)

[ ear flick, rousing M grumbled. Her heart dropping as she almost rolled off the bookshelf the woman had tucked herself into, trying the decipher the footsteps the wolf whined. What in the world was she doing to get this bad of a hangover…who..was coming. Dammit. Letting her arm drop off into the air she adjusted her ruffles- when did she- you know what. She’s just going to pretend all this happened on purpose ]

#limbiverse #red damage//physical posts #mod gimel #Ardor ; Adored Fawn

[lesbiangiratina]

I cant wait to fill up my cd rack then relocate my utena and gg cds which take up like a third of my cd rack and then fill it again

#i want to get ummm kerguelen vortex. kalk samen kuri no hana. darker than darkness style 93 #zeal & ardor self titled. i think i saw cds on their spotify shop #maybe speak for yourself (imogen heap)… #i had a cd of that but got rid of it when i did my Big room clean. then rediscovered my love for that album recently. OH WELL!! #idk what else. nobody fucking makes cds anymore. ill do some research on albums i like at some point. #another problem is im kind of bad at listening to albums. so there arent too many. #maybe more iamx and björk… they got cds… metanoia and post. yeah maybe #music… #the kat goes meow

[applepies-and-starlight]

A couple of Ishmael centric fic bits before i pass out because it's 3am rn

#comet chasing #writings #in order of appearance: #nymphs of tempest au #scarlet ardor and chatvalier au #the former is really just my self indulgent bullshit taken to the extreme #basically (for this portion of it at least) it's an ishqueg kinda-reincarnation au where they've both become sea monsters/creatures #(kracken for ish and seal-selkie for quee) #ishy has a curse on her that binds her to another person (ruby) #it's by complete accident though so they're trying to figure out how to reverse it (as told in the fic bit) #anyway for the latter one... yeah. #post-dark cupid ishmael having a meltdown over enjoying her kissy time with don #and desperately trying to convince herself that she just did it out of nessecity and Did Not enjoy it in the slightest #her brain is not cooperating though #(not me projecting my home life and habits onto her ahahahahahaha.....) #(also i'm sorry if i don't write romance well/believably i'm aro and half of this shit flies over my head) #(i am primarily familiar with the stuff you see in movies)

[cantuscorvi]

There was nothing else between them but the sounds of the mops sliding onto the dirty floor. The atmosphere was tense, Raum and Mads once again sharing a moment of distrust and profound hatred, as if everything was supposed to be electrical when they were interacting. They were bickering over the slightest thing, whether it was their way of commanding, the way they were folding their shirts, the space they would use in their tiny room. Every single word or glance could light the match of war, and suddenly, they were ready to throw hands. It was also a physical call; an urge to defend their territory and yet conquer the other one; a rooster fight in many ways. Mads hated himself for being so sensitive to Raum’s behaviors; as if, from his existence only, he had all the cards to get under his skin. 

“Oï.” Mads hissed, just because Raum had come too close from him with his mop, slightly wetting the bottom of his pants. Was it because he was exhausted or out of petty emotions, but instead of simply brushing it off, he turned around and faced him. “Can you, please, try to do a good job and keep your mop in your area?” He uttered with a growl, only to see that Raum was still wearing the same confident and cocky smirk; he had probably acted on purpose, and Mads could read it all over his face. It lightened something in him. It was strong enough for Mads to plunge his mop inside the bucket of water and soap, taking it out, and slapping it across the other one’s torso and face. 

There they were standing in silence, the perfect hair of the blond pilot ruined by a generous amount of water. Mads inhaled, preparing himself for retaliation; he also noticed the way Raum’s shirt was getting awfully transparent second after second. // he did it... he slapped Raum with a mop guysdgf

@distopea

Raum stared at Mads for a second in stunned silence, mouth slightly agape. Not only was his hair now plastered to his skull, but the water invaded his clothes, dripping down his chin, and from the ends of hair and his nose. Fuck! The intense smell of the soap and dirt invaded his senses, the icy water instantly making goosebumps break out over his skin. It was disgusting! It was freezing! 

"The hell is wrong with you?" He snapped, hastily wiping the sopping hair out of his eyes. "It was an accident!" He was lying through his teeth. The little swipe he had made at the hem of the commander’s trousers was certainly on purpose. After all, they just couldn't seem to work in sync, the commander leaving footprints over his clean lines right after he had made them. But in the end, Raum wanted Mads to feel as ridiculous as he was sure he now looked, standing there like a half-drowned cat. He could see Mads eyeing him, as if assessing the damage, or whatever next move he was going to make.

Raum’s eyes narrowed, the grip on the pole of his mop tightened. He shivered, half-cold, half-anger.

“I know you’re a paranoid bastard, but not everything is a personal attack, you fucking – caveman!”

The last word was punctuated by a quick thrust of his mop at the centre of Campbell’s chest. Of course Mads was ready for it, unlike Raum, sidestepping enough so he wasn’t as badly affected. But it was enough to make him grimace, to give Raum a bit of petty satisfaction over his discomfort. 

Well, perhaps not quite enough. Because Raum went after him again. He managed to get a good hit in, this time – a mistake, he realised, when Mads grabbed the wooden pole and yanked him forward by it. Raum growled, ready to start peeling Mads off him with his fists if need be, before there was a distinct metallic clattering sound below them. Dirty water sloshed over the ground and both of their boots.

Both cursing, the two bent to rectify their mistake before it ruined their evening’s work, eyes meeting over the bucket in a glare.

“I’ll get a new one,” Raum practically snarled, lifting the bucket and marching away before he was tempted to start whacking Campbell with the mop again for being so stupid. Or worse, somehow finding a way to blame Raum for everything. He was good at that.

He was staring down into the deep metal basin while he filled the bucket, when he felt it. Campbell’s presence behind him, strangely quiet. Raum frowned and looked up, eyes behind him in the dirty mirror. The commander’s face was inscrutable, his hair was damp and beginning to curl slightly, falling in front of his eyes in a way Raum had usually never seen him. Raum tsked and glanced back down at the bucket.

“Well? You mop it up already? I don’t wanna be stuck here any longer than I have to be.” He shivered again, feeling the damp undershirt cling to his skin in a way that was unpleasant. “Christ, it’s fucking cold – thanks to you.”

Campbell said something, low and measured, and Raum could barely hear him over running the water, but it almost sounded like – 

( An apology? Yeah, right. )

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Commander,” he responded, deadpan. Frustrated, tired, bored of always being at each other’s throats. More than anything, he wanted to get out of here before something exploded. He wanted to actually finish this duty and go to bed before drills wiped him out tomorrow.

There was a touch at his shoulder, and Raum tensed immediately. He whirled on the spot, ready to end up in another fight somehow, like once in the past ten minutes wasn’t enough. His hand clamped around Mads’ wrist, vice-like, before he looked up. His skin was warm from exertion.

Light and dark blue collided for a moment, the sky and the ocean, and Raum’s brow furrowed. He paused, grip slackening, searching between Mads’ eyes for whatever message he was trying to convey.

“What?”

Mads’ gaze was drifting downward. His hand twisted easily out of Raum’s loose grip, drifted through some moisture that had collected at the base of his collarbone. Exposed to the warmth of Mads’ hand, the odd gentleness of his touch, the heat radiating from the closeness of his body, Raum froze. His breath halted. Fingers slowly, barely, slipped under his shirt. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up, electrified. What the fuck? Raum stepped back, but bumped against the basin. Unable to move away – to avoid his own reaction to the proximity.

“Don’t,” he hissed, slapping Mads’ hand off like it burned him. He shoved the other man back a little, gratified when it surprised him, when it made that indignant flare of insult spark in his expression. His eyes tracked down to Mads’ lips, curled a little in displeasure. Raum took a step forward, followed him, unable to help it. If Campbell took an inch, Raum would take a mile. He twisted his hands in Mads’ shirt, dragged him down the scant few centimetres  between them so he could look him properly in the eye. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Raum whispered, barely any animosity in it anymore, hypnotised by the warmth of Mads’ breath.

Hypocritically, his grip tightened, and his lips just barely brushed against the other man’s, tempted, curious. They were cold, soft but chapped from the wind outside. Mads made some sort of shaky sigh against his mouth, like he was barely holding himself together, and Raum was lost to it. He was giving in far too easily, pulling him closer into a tentative kiss. Different than before, the aggression was conspicuously missing, replaced by… something exploratory. Something that made him shudder and wind his hands into Mads’ damp hair, that had him pressed harshly against the basin, until he was gasping-

“Wait– hah, fuck– Campbell, the duty–!”

#distopea #ask #( ardor armis. ardor amatori ; raum & mads ) #v: the red devil #long post cw #every damn time #i write anything about these two #i fall into a pit of brainrot and i can't stop #GOD. WHY IT ALWAYS LIKE THIS MIHO. HELP????