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oatsynalliums · 2 years

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OVERLORDS OF THE SEA.

“The Sea Herself.”

-Dream and Nightmares mother.

-created the sea herself,to give all that is needed.

“The Kraken.”

-Nightmare.

-was made to protect the population.

-can destroy cities by himself.

-is a leviathan,and has more than one form himself.

“Circe.”

-Dream.

-was made to protect all underwater plant life(coral,seagrass,ect.)

-prefers to calm his brother more than destroy.

-is also a leviathan,also has more than one form.

“Death almighty.”

-Reaper.

-has an interest in the mortals on land.

-a very dangerous sea predator.

-also a leviathan,only has one form.

-can actually breathe on land.

“Charybdis.”

-Error.

-will eat anything and everything,literally.

-crosses onto Inks territory constantly to hunt,on purpose.

-requires the dark to be able to sleep.

-egg thief.

-will eat a human if he was allowed to do so.

-very moody.

“Scylla.”

-Ink.

-always on Error’s case for crossing onto his territory.

-squidy a-hole.

-cracks way too many jokes at inappropriate times.

-doesn't really eat much.

-has way too much territory,leaving Error with quite little.

They who follow.

Killer

-a viperfish.

-was taken in by Nightmare after a near death experience,and now relies on him heavily.

-Nightmare’s right hand man.

-may,or may not,purposely attack people on the beach.

-attacks fish nests and eats their eggs.

-has emotions,they're just very faint.

Dust

- a frilled shark.

-gets caught in nets often,because he looms by the beach alot,but in turn always gets freed by Ccino.

-will jump and catch seagulls,despite him being supposed to be in the deeper parts of the sea.

-part of Nightmare’s small group of people,enjoying having a place to stay.

Horror

-a tiger shark.

-tries to stay away from people,but still gets caught up in fishing lines.

-still has a fishing hook stuck in his cheek,as he couldn't get it out.

-a kind person,despite hunting so brutally.

Cross

-a synthetic seal.

-was made in a lab,and then disposed of in a coral reef after he lost his use.

-was taken in by dream,and now works as his right hand.

-still suffers the effect of being created artificially,as he cant hunt for himself.

He's lucky dream even brings him food.

Fell

-a spiny dogfish.

-likes to stalk and body slam fishing boats.

-tendency to get fished up onto boats.

-an absolute jerk.

-enters other peoples dens and just steals what they have laying around in there.

Fresh

-a giant isopod.

-has a lot of parasites in his body.

-acts like a zombie.poor him.

-attacks and eats nearly everything that moves.

Sci

-a betta fish.

-smart af.

-makes medicine and weapons for other fish people to use.

-studies parasites,and the like.

-farsighted.

Classic

-a clownfish.

-very clever,latches onto large shipping boats and lets go when he arrives where he wants.

-enjoys sangging food from other dens.

-hates hunting.

-gets hurt quite often.

Outer

-a fisherman,though,does it to examine sea life,and releases them afterwards.

-tends to have to go into the water to free sea life half the time,not that he minds.

-tries to use non sharp fishing hooks,so he doesn't accidentally kill something.

-usually fishes at night,as he enjoys the starlight.

Farmer

-a simple fisherman.

-works with Ccino on occasion.

-farms sea kelp,and puts it to good use.

-always carrying shears.

Ccino

-works on repairing the coral reefs and conserving sea life.

-does deep diving,and is a professional scuba diver,

-does his best to keep the beach and ocean as clean as humanly possible.

-always carrying snacks on him(for himself,and the fish).

Sugar

-works on a ship crew,works in the kitchen.

-gets seasick very often.

-going blind,currently blind in one eye.

-softspoken and tries to stay hidden in the kitchen.

-terrified of the ocean.

-works on a crew,ship vice captain.

-tries to make sure everybody in the crew is happy and feeling well,also making sure the ship is in good condition.

-the only one that knows how to use the harpoon gun.

-works on map finding.

Geno

-works on a crew,on deck work,but was pushed off and kidnapped by death almighty.

-suffered a leg injury,and can't swim back to the nearest beach because of it.

-currently residing in death's den.

-his necktie is actually his brothers old handkerchief

-considered legally dead.

-eats whatever death brings him without question...except a few things,like whales and such.

Blue

-a seal kelpie,and scuba diver instructor.

-a giant sweetheart,does his best to educate.

-hunts for fish in his kelpie form,and cooks it and hands it out to whomever needs it.

-takes care of younger kelpies,and mermaids.

Lust

-a siren.

-may or may not have caused entire ships to crash.

-enjoys playing with his food before eating it.

-tends to forget he's a siren and sings..then gets confused when he gets a crowd.

-made his den in a field of kelp and coral,as he likes the aesthetic.

-keeps his scales in tip top shape.

Swapfell

-works on a crew,works on the deck.

-took over when Geno went missing on the ship ride.

-keeps the deck clean,like,really clean.it sparkles.

Gerson

-works on a crew,the current captain.

-the ship captain,still teaching G how to pathfind on a map.

-going to retire,and leave the ship to G.

Dr.Rein

-works on a crew,the crew's doctor.

-does a lot on the people on the ship,to make sure they are all in tip top shape.

-gets visited by sugar a lot,as his sea sickness always sends him there.

Minnie

-Dr.Reins assistant doctor.

-still learning about her job on the ship,as she was still working on her nursing degree,

-a gentle deer lady,helps out on other parts of the ship when no one was in the medbay.

#Babbles #Here you go-#Its really cringy #And i have thingsto adjust #But this is 2 years old at this point #SoH #I will delete later

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yedamhwn · 2 years

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hello everyone! i’m angel (23, s/h) 👼 and i’m here to bring the most unsuspecting co-captain of jujak’s quidditch team, a senior who is a magical theory major, and a part timer caretaker assistant at the greenhouse, gang yedam! twt available on request and i’m available in the dms too.

dossier. 🎣

— chelsea born n raised baybe 😎 mom was a seamstress and owned a tailor shop; dad worked at the nearby bank and co-owned some retro arcades with a childhood friend :-) by all accounts, a sweet n simple upbringing

— began learning to play go at the age of three with his dad and eventually started attending a baduk academy; hailed a genius and prodigy p fast because he was showing a lot of talent quite quickly and competed in local competitions and nearby tournaments! won each one lol and they were mad..... (nicki vc i WIN you LOSE)

— car accident tw / lost his parents to bad weather conditions on a trip back from celebrating his mother opening up a new storefront. yedam was in the backseat but survived after his parents quickly casted protection spells. momentarily stopped participating in go for after but picked it up again as soon as he was taken in by his mom’s bffie aka his godmother in daegu, who eventually found him a new academy to enroll in

— little backstory moment rq..... so let’s talk about his godmother + her family a bit? both of yedam’s parents are magic users, and his mum met her best friend when they both attended beauxbatons! beauxbaton’s baddies if u will.. think susannah x laurel from the summer i turned pretty and hari x youngseo from business proposal. anw they separated after graduating but kept in constant contact over the phone. paik risa marries a mortal man, and raises her three kids (1 son, 2 daughters) on a farm that attracts both humans for the freshest harvests and magic users for rare ingredients for potions, common everyday herbs, or little magic infused trinkets and tools in rural daegu! yedam grew up surrounded by magic so he was raised playing quidditch with his cousins, practiced spells and potion making, and learned about magical ingredients / the magical world in gen as a kid (both from his own parents and godmother!)

— continued to play locally; eventually grew to playing internationally as he climbed up ranks (his way of playing and careerwise is heavily inspired by / pulled from choi taek of reply 1988). during this time he’s attending durmstrang and losing his shit..😁 he’s still competing and flying around for go competitions, magic helped with cutting down the travel time but didn’t do much for the stress and lack of decompressing, as well as juggling school and a social life. something about this also triggers some of his untapped trauma with his parent’s passing. and it’s also the first time yedam’s been so far from his family. so he completely blows up in school LOL exhibited huge ‘do not fuck w me’ energy, was ready to fight anyone who so as much breathed in his direction, and *squints eyes* from my sparknotes draft bg notes (and i quote) was a “certified fucker bad boy” so u get the gist i hope! one fight got out tho and he couldn’t girlboss his way out of that one, resulting in his godmother being called in and finding out whatever else yedam was able to keep quiet and out of her ear. she’s basically horrified af LMAO and just?? not down to clown about her godson spiraling out of control so she yanked his ass out of durmstrang and began to track down his maternal aunt! in total, yedam spent 4 years there.

— plops him into mahoutokoro for the remainder of his years, because a) it’s close enough by now compared to before, b) most of his competitions were located in asia with only a handful being in europe, and c) she knew he needed a fresh start. he moves in with lee yiseul, one of the founders and his mom’s older sister, before leaving and living on campus. his time at the new school is much more tamed out then before, where *squints eyes pt2* from my sparknotes draft bg notes (and once again, i quote) starts his “healing himbo” journey! in total, yedam spent 3 years there. ends his time on a high note, and retires professionally from playing go at age eighteen as a 7-dan. pulls away from the mortal public eye heavily. was kind of a :o moment in the comm and caused some stir in the go world; but he mainly did it to have somewhat of a normal college life lol

— is currently a senior and in his final year at hwando! whoot whoot 🥳 pretty excited to graduate, and thankfully his last few semesters at the school isn’t too class heavy so yedam is cruising through pretty content! magical theory major / charms minor. 🔮🪄 jujak co-captain and keeper. lived with his aunt for his first year, in the topaz dorms his second year, before moving into and remaining in the quarter sharehouse is third and final year. campus crush and smart himbo vibes.. unfortunately has MAJOR boyfie vibes (a,b,c) but has manwhoreish ways (like he hooks up in empty broom closets :/) so a waste of potential tbh. flirty and has a lil group of followers (it’s literally just 3 people LOL) called dammies<3. known for the ragers he throws before and after quidditch season! has ‘he’s just some guy’ energy to him. bye guys 🤨😳 hiiii ladies😋😁 type beat. pulled from sparknotes pt3 but “sounds cringe but is very much The Cool Popular Guy on Campus vibes”. that was so embarrassing to physically type out so let’s move on! golden boy <3 it boy <3 tall boy <3 probably a clash with the stuff that blows around town or the bash app abt him (think the beginning clip of mean girls where ppl r talking about regina LOL) but he’s really reallyyy down to earth, laidback and super chill. easy to get along with and he mingles well with strangers or people he’s just met! a muted spark in his eye with a hidden temper to match, but it appears as frequently as a blue moon. very social so he’s everywhere a little bit? doesn’t overthink and has a tendency to be pretty straight forward. the person you actually DO want in your group project. part time caretaker assistant at the greenhouse where he does the graveyard shifts; kills time by getting high and reading / walking around or doing hw. appears in the bash app often for his ~interesting~ hook up spots or for posting addys to his next party. young and rich $$$ bc of his go career but is still a local devil lettuce dealer (hit him upppp 4 the best prices around hwando 🤗) for some quick cash. isn’t really sure what he wants to do after graduating (getting back into go or doing something law related to his aunt’s dept) but he’ll figure it out at some point; so far just enjoying his final year at school! ending on a final sparknotes cringe note: “hot nerd bad boy cool guy vibes. so cringe typing that fr” ♡

— wand: (horned serpent horn, apple wood, 8in) / patronus: tiger (bengal) / boggart: car accident tw / the moments right before and after the crash. frequents: gwangseon forest (the dutchess’ waterfall and griff cove) / city center / the aparecium / observatory / hwabit / convenience store / grand library / quidditch fields. capricorn sun, gemini moon, leo rising.

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— members in the same sports (regardless of house) as he is? same majors?? taking the same classes?

— someone wanting to learn go casually and they decide 2 hit him up

— every so often they grab ramen and soju at night, and sneak into the greenhouse / observatory / other locations to decompress and catch up!!

— friends from durmstrang or mahoutokoro!!

— someone who has heard about his interesting stories on the bash app (notably the weird hook up spots LOL) and then ACTUALLY see him irl *insert yedam almost tripping over a carpet* and is just like what the fuck this is that dood

— fwbs?? exes?? former crushes?? people he’s lead on?? unrequited crushes?? vice versa 👁️.....

— people / regulars that hit him up 4 some devil lettuce or stoner friends in gen!!

— people he practices quidditch with the most!! or someone who does / doesn’t play that needs some extra help

— his party ppl whoot whoot

— a person who is trying to network through him bc they like his aunt / want to work in the dept. of law

— someone who hooked up with him at (insert location) and find themselves on the bash app like okay never doing THAT again (unless..? 🤪🙈)

— whoever has a pet PLEASE let him pet sit just once..........or if he can just touch them in gen

literally anything else lol feel free to let me know if there’s anything not on here that might work, any of ur plots that might click better, or brainstorming! :~)

#I.#hwnintro

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sunsage · 2 years

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* 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Sun Wukong TITLE. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven NICKNAME. The Monkey King, SWK, simian, monkey GENDER. monkey male. PRONOUNS. he/him. HEIGHT. about 165 cm. AGE. couple thousand years old ZODIAC. he was born a monkey, he didn’t know how to read a calendar. poor guy doesn’t even know his birthday numbers SPOKEN LANGUAGES. traditional chinese, mandarin.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. his fur is orange and peach colored. EYE COLOR. golden . SKIN TONE. peachy. BODY TYPE. short and lean but muscly. VOICE. it’s goku deep and a little gritty DOMINANT HAND. he’s ambidextrous POSTURE. actually pretty good! he stands tall and generally doesn’t slouch SCARS. none! he’s invulnerable after all. TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). he’s an anthropomorphic monkey, that’s pretty noticeable. also he only has two fingers, as lego figurines do.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Flower Fruit Mountain. HOMETOWN. doesn’t have one. SIBLINGS. none PARENTS. also none! though he did have some parental figures back when

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. he’s not really a ‘work’ kind of person. being king of the monkeys is an occupation, right? CURRENT RESIDENCE. Flower Fruit Mountain (back home); in Spirale he lives in Fibonacci CLOSE FRIENDS. close friends? well, they’re all dead now, so... nobody really. maybe MK? RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single. not really looking for anything either. FINANCIAL STATUS. he’s decently rich through all the royalties he gets from licensed merchandise of himself. DRIVER’S LICENSE. doesn’t have one, obviously. doesn’t stop him from driving though CRIMINAL RECORD. depends on who you ask but he’s not currently wanted for anything. VICES. used to have somewhat of a drinking problem, but he’s better now. still a bit of a stress eater though.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. demi af. LOVE LANGUAGE. he likes to use words of affirmation and physical touch the most. if you are close to him, you will be groomed at some point and that is a threat. though he is also partial to receiving gifts RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he is a very warm and affectionate person and he enjoys teasing people he loves. that said, it’s been a while since he was with someone so he might need some help remembering how it all works. plus, with how his last relationship ended, he might be a little... reluctant to start a new one anyway

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. this one technically HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. video games, napping, sparring, meditating PHOBIAS. losing people close to him (again), dying. also tight spaces, especially caves. and performing in front of an audience SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. very high, and deservedly so. he’s a strong believer in getting self-confidence through training and he has been training for thousands of years to get to where he is. VULNERABILITIES. he tries to solve all his problems by himself and doesn’t trust other people, he tends to throw himself (or be thrown) in front of the danger to protect other since he’s usually the most immortal person around and now that’s just kind of his role whether he wants it or not, he’s afraid to get too close to mortals again and get hurt when they die (again), he will sit on all his issues and never tell anyone about them and hope it all will just go away, he self-isolates a LOT.... the list is long but the core of it is massive trust issues

#'how did his last relationship end' murder #anyway ive been to sick to write but i can do this #i am so normal about this monkey #@(^memes^)@

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alirhi · 3 years

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10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

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mxvladdy · 4 years

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Diavolo- True Form

Whoooooooo weeeee! ‘Pologies for the wait on these longer posts. I’ve been hit with a one two punch of house emergencies and sudden costly ass repairs, so my creative juices have been rightly squashed as of late.

Plus side I got my drawing tablet and drafting table back so I can neaten up my blog lay out now (yay!)

Anyway this one was a challenge in the best possible ways. I really like Diavolo because of how little we know about him so it gave me some wiggle room. Or at least what I know of him- im only on like chapter 23 of the stories. Idk if I did him justice as this is angsty af but I sure had a blast writing it!

Hope ya like! Next up: Beelzebub

Trigger warning: Mention of blood, and swearing.

Diavolo-

He'll never show you, so don't ask. His true form is god-like in its own right and such knowledge, such truly raw demonic power in its natural form is not for your mortal eyes.

No matter what your lineage, it would break you. And despite his roles and being the literal devil, he doesn’t want you suffering.

Sometimes when he thinks you wouldn't notice he relaxes his hold on reality, just a fraction. He wants to relieve some of the tension that is always building just below the surface. Like closing your eyes when you have a tension headache. The mental energy he has to exert to keep face is enormous. Regular glamour doesn’t work nearly as well as his own, or Barbato’s magic.

But you see hints during your downtime spent in his company. A ripple in his reflection on the window pane. Unexplainable shadows dancing across his exposed skin. Too many teeth in his mouth when he laughs. Sometimes when you stare into his eyes you see something indescribable staring back behind them. His usually warm and inviting gaze darkening. A barest flicker, a hulking bestial thing kept locked behind in his golden gaze. It's enough to freeze the blood in your veins.

On certain nights when you can slip away from the brothers you stay in his room. Lying awake, you watch his magic wane and shift as he slumbers. Sometimes you see runes, or at times letters. You are tempted to write them down and ask Solomon. But something stops you each time.

The worst images are the faces. Unknown souls trapped beneath his flesh clawing to be freed. Silent screams fading back into his body as he dreams. Your fragile fingers trace the patterns they leave as you wait for the next day wrapped in his embrace.

Only once have you seen more of his form then he would ever wish. The depths of his strength and mental fortitude were unknown to you so the slip up took you both by surprise. He masks the error well, but the sudden shift in energy in the room couldn’t be suppressed .

You are suddenly so aware of the oppressive weight of gravity on your frame. Your bones grinding together under the force of his aura. You panic, desperate by the need to breathe, but are unable to draw even the smallest bit of oxygen as it is robbed from the room. Time and reality wrapped too, distorting in ways only you thought only Barbatos could do. You knew in that moment the sudden dread of death, how mortally was but a rusty shackle tethering you down.

He collects himself, dispelling the energy and locking his glamour down tight to protect you. But that split second of fury felt like an eternity to you as you sink to the floor. You hiccup a shaky sob and shiver. Your fragile human mind bowing under the strain of what it cannot comprehend. Scolding hot tears fall from your cheeks, before splashing crimson the stone below you.

You didn't approach him again for over a month. No matter how strong you are, some things were better off unseen.

Mini Fic

He didn’t know. For once in his ancient pitiful existence, he had been unaware of his surroundings. It had been for just a moment, one tiny crack in his veneer. The foolishness of Mammon and Belphegor’s actions finally poked the right nerve. He wouldn’t hurt them, for Lucifer’s sake. That prideful demon would never forgive him if he did. But he could scare them. A quick look at his true self; a flash of the deepest bowels of hell. Enough to give them a reminder of their positions and standing in his court. He had expected their whimpers of fear, could taste the acidic tinge of it exuding from their pores. What he didn’t expect though was your blood curdling screams alongside.

Ironically, he would have to thank the second eldest later. His fast thinking is the only thing that saved you from complete damnation. His body shielded yours, taking the brunt of the stronger daemons hellish might for you. What little magic Mammon still had left used to protect you. Though, while your vision was blocked, you could still feel his oppressive presence. It racked your mortal flesh. Diavolo knew what affects his power had on humans. He spent years breaking and consuming damned souls with zeal after all.

The brothers had run from him after that, screaming for Simone. Barbatos following close behind, a look of consternation on his usually impassive face. You had been so limp in Mammon's arms. Diavolo could do nothing, shocked by his own weak will and realization that he might have ruined everything. You had been whisked away so quickly by his faithful servant and the brothers that he hadn’t had a chance to look you over himself. But the brief moment he saw will haunt him for years to come. Your eyes red from the sudden haemolacria, the blood staining your clothes and face. Your fingers digging away at your soft skin, black and purple blotches staining what he could see. Mouth opened wide on a silent scream. He knew what you must have seen. The souls of the damned trapped under his glamour breaking free to latch on to your unmarred soul trying to drag you back with them.

Against his butler's advice he stands at your door now days later trying to see you. He couldn’t sit around and just hear updates second hand. The brothers had been keeping guard most days in a valiant attempt to keep him away. But he could only be waylaid for so long before he used his rank against them.

He had arranged a full council meeting. Every one of the brothers knowing full well it was to get them out of his way. Yet, the order was absolute. This time none of the brothers could reject it. Barbatos would keep them in that room for eternity if he so wished for it. He hated using his age and power against them, but he saw no other way to get to you.

It was foolish now, standing as he was in front of your door. A part of him hoping you would turn the knob and let him in. Let him comfort you for once, instead of the asinine distractions the brothers offered. He could help too. Hells, he wanted to. He wanted to be closer to you. Power discrepancy be damned. The other part of him knowing it was for the best that you didn’t. Your guardian and tormentor all in one. He listens to your muffled sobs for a moment fighting with his feet to stay cemented to the floor instead of heading back in defeat.

"When my father was still around he took me down to the deepest depths of the kingdom. Where the worst of the traitors and sinners are imprisoned." His deep baritone rumbles through your door during a break in your crying. "It’s a place few seldom go; even now I have yet to return. Back then he told me ‘there will never be a human soul that is undeserving of punishment. Even the ones destined for the celestial realm are tethered to sin.’ At that time I believed him. The things I saw in your realm... " The prince chuckles wearily.

He remembers the ever present scowl on the old King's face. His dark eyes looking out at the sea of damned souls he controlled. Even as a young daemon, fresh into his wings and still sharpening his horns to impress others he could tell how much his father detested his position. How it had warped him, turning him bitter and cold, even to his mate and only child.

Diavolo never wanted to be like that. Not to the ones he supposedly cared for at the very least. "I think that is why he hated the other realms so much.” He continued. “Humans, for their ability to choose which realm they would eventually end up in after they pass. That even the worst sinners could find redemption enough at the last moment to get to the pearly gates. While daemons, no matter how well they served, or the duties they did for the good of their own would never be seen as equals to our celestial counterparts or yours. That this existence is all we'll ever be destined to have. Nightmares and monsters, stories to tell little human children to keep them in line.” He pauses, collecting himself. “I believed wholeheartedly that every human deserved the punishments only my kind could dowel out. But, in this past year I have spent with you, I find myself changing. You are so undeserving of such torment. Somehow you are understanding and forgiving beyond measure to us. You handle our ill tempers with such grace. For daemons such as us, it is staggering, and humbling. I regret that I have hurt you so deeply and have broken your trust. I swear it as the head of this realm I would never intentionally do so." He looks at the door handle willing it to open. " I am so sorry."

Your crying picks up again. Huge heaving sobs that rattle your chest. Great Father, he just keeps making it worse. Clearing his head Diavolo turns.

Rejection of this nature was new to him. No one had ever dared to ignore him, especially such as this. The royal in him- his father's blood- seethed that he would even stoop so low as to grovel to a short lived thing like yourself. Even deeper yet, it demanded another taste of your essences. You little soul kept safe behind your rib cage. He wanted it added to his collection, kept tucked away deep within his maws.

It was sick; it was wrong. He chokes on the idea. The intrusive thought burrowing deep. How deplorable was he? Perhaps the angels were right to keep him out of heaven.

You didn't show to class the following day, or the days after. Unsurprising to him and the seven of the inner council. He figured the other day wouldn’t change anything. But it was utter agony to him. These days trapped in his office only getting short and curt updates on your health from Lucifer. It had been a special kind of torment.

Today he sat once again at his desk staring at some godforsaken bitching of a royal cousin. He knew this whelp. Some backwater thrice removed eons ago. Yet he was demanding an audience? The gall. The ink of their eligible handwriting makes him cross eyed. Would this day ever cease? He looks to his hourglass, the sands within seemingly frozen in time.

"My Lord, perhaps you should take a moment to stretch your legs?" Barbatos moved from his corner. Gloved hand coming to rest on top of the same three lines he had been reading for the past two hours. "This work could wait another evening I’m certain ."

"Did I do the right thing my friend?" Diavolo doesn't even bother answering the question his servant posed. They both knew he wouldn't. "This program. Our human exchange students. Solomon is one thing, but-"

"Your will and path is absolute." Barbatos states. "There are no mistakes within you, merely stumblings onto different paths."

With a gentle push Barbatos moves the hulking demon out of his way to collect and organize the scrolls and letters scattered about the large desk. "You made the right choice bringing them here. Look at what they have done. They are entertainment to you are they not?"

The prince rose knocking his desk aside and descended on his butler. His true form out in all its unholy glory now. His highly condensed magic distorting the study as if he was a black hole. The axis of the room shifts. His priceless collection of books and toys disintegrating from the cold radiation he emits.

It was all for show really. There was nothing he could do to an ancient being such as Barbatos. So he lashed out, throwing a tantrum in the security of his office. The hopeless agitation he felt fueling the flames of his rage. His butler had only added holy water to his already festering wounds.

Barbatos had been by his side for time in memoriam. The crafty bastard had helped raise him. Had shaped him into the ruler he was today. If anyone could break and remold him it would be his oldest companion.

The dark haired daemon waited for the waves of agitation to dry up. Moving only when the prince was in his more presentable demonic form. Large barrel chest heaving as he reined himself in. “Are you back to your senses?” He asks coolly, already categorizing the items to replace and furniture to be mended.

"I had not meant for it to go like this." Diavolo croaks into his hands collapsing back on what remained of his desk. Building a bridge between realms, yes. That noble idea was the greater purpose of this program, but the rest of it. The classes, and dances. The parties where he threw his newest toys about to see how they would react to things other mortals worshiped? That had been for his own curiosity and amusement. Lesser beings navigating a foreign world blind to the dangers that were right under their very nose. Bring a mortal with no magic into his realm? Deep down he knew this was an inevitability. Especially with the freedoms he granted them. He just didn’t think he would get so attached.

“No one believes that you would hurt them on purpose.” His butler cuts off his downward spiral. “It would ruin the program. That is what you are so stressed about, right?” Barbatos eyes him skeptically. Diavolo, himself, and Lucifer had spent many sleepless weeks constructing and negotiating this program. If the Arch Angels heard a mortal was hurt down here it could very well end this little escapade. But the look in the prince’s eyes told a different story.

A warm glow emanated from his cheeks and he was unable to meet the old daemon’s gaze. Ah. "Or perhaps things have changed?" Barbatos smiles coyly up from beneath his bangs. "You are your mother's son after all. Neither of you were ever able to stem your bleeding hearts for long." Diavolo squawked indignantly but didn’t argue. Instead he merely turns a darker shade of red and curses under his breath.

He skipped out on court that evening. Not that he cared much. The other nobles would no doubt use the time to gossip about his whereabouts and uncouth behavior of late. Truth be told, he was avoiding the brothers more than anything else. They had made it expressly clear (some more then others) how they felt about him currently. He wouldn't doubt that Belphegor had a few more brothers on his side now.

Instead he stood at your door once more with a tea tray in hand. He had bumped into Simone on the way. The angel had come to bring you dinner and to check up on the last of your wounds. Celestial magic worked miracles on those who have been touched by the darker arts. Diavolo was grateful for his talents. And, by some miracle, Simone had made it abundantly clear he was not going to bring this to the higher ups on his end either.

Upon seeing the prince slinking up the house's stairwell the other man had simply smiled and offered him the tray. “I suddenly got a message from Luke. Could you perhaps drop this by our friend’s door?” Diavolo had accepted without preamble, large hands dwarfing the platter of little tea cakes and sandwiches. The young cherubs work no doubt. His cooking was a fine treat, and a great incentive to at least open the door.

“Hello again.” He knocks twice. “I just wanted to check in on you. I know I am the last person you wish to see but I was hoping to talk?” Silence greets him. Were you awake? He breathes deeply and focuses on picking up your vitals. You were up, your heart thumping steady somewhere in the room. That was good. “I also have dinner for you. Simone had an urgent matter to attend to so he- for better or worse- entrusted this to me.”

Diavolo searches hopelessly for something else to say. He couldn’t just leave the food and go. He needed to see you. “I don’t plan on staying long today. I understand when I am not wanted, but I cannot help myself but be worried for you. Perhaps this is just me contritioning, because I know I caused this. The amount of times I have been called a ‘ass’ by Solomon over this have been staggering.” He rambles. After another bout of silence from your end he coincides. “I see- I will leave the food by the door and let you rest.” Defeated he puts the food down and turns to leave.

The door clicks open slowly. One bloodshot eye peeking through the crack. “Oh mio piccolo mortale.” He loses his grip on your shared tongue at a loss. You looked- you must have been in the hall longer then he or the brothers had known. Such damage couldn’t be done in a few moments. Your skin was healing as nicely as Lucifer had said, but the deep purple scarring still remained on the surface. The burn pattern of it all was random. Twisting wounds that reflected an oily sheen from the light of the hallway. “I-.”

“I know-” You cut him off with a raised hand. “and I feel as though I owe you an apology too.” Your voice was so weak and shaky. A mockery of your normally strong and jovial tone. Hearing you laugh at school had brightened the dreary halls. He hadn’t realized it until you weren't there.

“You owe me nothing.” Diavolo says in earnest. He watches you contemplate your next words before throwing whatever you were going to say away.

“Would you like to come in?” Your eyes drop to the tray. “Luke always makes more than I can eat.”

“I don’t think that would be wise.” He backs out. All his plans crashing and burning around his feet. His actions had been irreparable.

“Perhaps not,” You open the door wider taking the tray and heading to your side table, leaving him no room to argue. “But then again, being a lamb among such wolves as yourself and the brothers isn’t smart either.” You meant it as a joke but he couldn’t even muster a chuckle. It was true. Gods. “Dia-” You approach him again but falter at the last second.

As much as you wanted to be close to him again the memories were still so fresh in your mind. The cold hell fire of his magic ensnaring you, searing your skin. The whispered words of sinners long since past still echoing in your head, all in languages you’ve never heard before. The worst though had to be the screaming. Lost souls begging for help. Some sounded so familiar…You shutter involuntarily.

You wanted to hate him for this. Curse him for putting you through this pain. But how much could you blame him? Or any of them? They were daemons. Whether he meant to hurt you or not, it truly had only been a matter of time before it happened. It would be hypocritical of you to fear or hate him forever over this. Six of the seven brothers have threatened your life before, and you have forgiven them. Hell, one of them actually killed you. What’s more was that Diavolo’s wrath hadn’t even been directed at you.

Wrong place at the right time; seemed to be your forte. “Please, come in.” You repeat again firmer than before mustering up either courage or sheer human stupidity to order him in. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore. “We need to talk.”

He enters, following at your heel like a lost puppy. All air of princedom gone as you clicked the door shut. Diavolo fiddles with his hands, old habits from childhood coming with his nerves. He didn’t know what to expect anymore. Yelling? Some kind of beratement? A plea to go home and never look back? He would let you.

You pass by him, giving him a large berth of space to get to your seat. “Tea?”

Diavolo jerks his head to you. He had forgotten momentarily the plate of food he had used to get access to you. You smile sheepishly pushing it and a plate of sweets towards him with your unbandaged knuckles. He doesn’t move till your hand retracts back to your lap. You jerk your head to the open seat waiting for him. You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“I- thank you.” The daemon sits making himself as small as possible in the straight back chair. He takes the porcelain and drinks mindlessly. The scalding hot tea doing little to help the tightness of his throat, but it did thaw some of the ice in his mind.

“Are-how…” He fumbles so unsure of what to do next. “I see you’ve been keeping up with your school work.” Diavolo closes his eyes, wincing internally at his words. That’s what he comes up with? Idiotic.

You smile anyway, eyeing the massive pile of books and paperwork spewn about your bed. “Yeah. I’ve taken to doing my school work with Levi in his room. Mammon and Beel are nice enough to drop it off to the teachers when they are due.” He nods. He knew this of course. But it was nice to hear it from you. But yet, you don’t meet his eyes. Far too afraid to see what hid behind them.

The thought of being dragged back into those dark depths again makes your pulse quicken. You instead stare at your nail beds, finding them more interesting. They were purple now. The nails stained black by the contact with his magic. “Will- will that go away?” He asks. Demonic curses or taints were nigh impossible to remove fully. Disgustingly, he hoped they didn’t. Then your nails would match his. The darker depths of his soul coo at the idea, happy that in a small way every daemon would know your his. Not as good as a pact, but as close as he could get to being a part of your little mortal life.

“I’m not sure.” You reply honestly bringing your hands up to place them on the table. “Simone and Solomon have done what they could. But, it is as good as it’s going to get for now. They say it could fade with time.” You look up at him, eyes gazing to the left of his face. “Luke thinks I should see a stronger angel.” Diavolo winces, the thought stung, and terrified him. “I told him no.”

That surprised him. This was your chance. The celestial realm had been skeptical from the beginning. If they knew, it would be a perfect caveat for them to step in. “Why?” Finally you look at him. The fear was still there. Hesitation evident in your eyes. Yet you forced yourself to look at him, fighting through your trepidation.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About your father and what you think of me?”

“Of course.” He replies without hesitation reaching for your cold hands. You flinch but don’t move away. It felt-nice. His warmth chasing away the perpetual chill that covered your fingertips. Idly you stroke his strong hands with your thumbs.

“Then, I think we can work on this privately.” Slowly but surely you felt like you could fix this. Not for the program, but for yourself.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #gods have mercy I wanna smooch him so bad

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livingalifeofasimp · 3 years

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I think one if the most paranoid yanderes in genshin would be Diluc. Mans lost his family and is powerful af. If he were to have a darling, he'd be hella scared for their safety, as though they could easily break like a buncha twigs and leave him like his family did. He is also connected to dangerous stuff so he'd probably hide his darling, feeling as though everyone is out to get his beloved little sparrow. He HAS to protect them. He's the ONLY ONE WHO CAN.

Xiao is also up in that list if his darling were mortal. He's stared death in the eyes and knows just how fragile human life is, how even a stray gust of his dangerous wind can slice a man in half. It would bring him to the edge of darkness whenever he pictures his darling as one of the faceless collaterals in his battles, an unecessary sacrifice brought upon his only light with his bloodied hands. He HAS to protect Liyue from demons. He HAS to protect his darling from HIMSELF and his millenia of KARMIC DEBT. He can't go all out if he knows his darling is around so what better way to keep them safe than to... lock them up?

They are paranoid in two ways: Diluc is paranoid that everything outside will take away his darling from him while Xiao is paranoid that HE might be the cause of his beloved light's demise.

This explanation

Thank you for sharing!

#genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere story #genshin impact diluc #tumblr #genshin impact xiao

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moussescientist · 4 years

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do u have any theories regarding the ending of kingdom of flesh and fire??? that ending was crazy!!

I DO ANON!!!

**Spoilers for A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire ahead, obviously**

My brain has been working non-stop since I finished on Thursday with all the different theories. I’m going to break-up my main ones based on topics/characters.

What is Poppy’s lineage/Who is Queen Ileana???

So I don’t think what the Duchess was saying was a total lie. Yes, she was trying to get Poppy to come back willingly but I don’t think what she was saying was total BS.

First of all, I 100% believe that Ileana is King Malec’s mortal lover that (as far as we know) got turned into an Ascended. If I remember correctly from FB&A, it was said that once it was discovered that he had Ascended her, they were exiled and had never been heard from again. I think Isbeth/Ileana had been pregnant at the time and he saved her to save their child AKA Poppy’s mom. This would also make sense with Poppy’s reveal as the last descendant of Nyktos since Malec was the last deity and was a descendant of Nyktos.

Further, the Atlantians tried to have every deity killed after Malec, since they would have instant claim to the throne, so Isbeth had to assume the identity of Ileana and hide her child/grandchild away so no one would discover who she really was. Many of Queen Ileana’s actions feel like she has a very personal grudge not just against the Atlantians, but the Da’Neers in particular.

When Poppy confronts the Duchess in the carriage, the Duchess says:

“The Queen will be so thrilled to learn you’ve done what she could never accomplish. Seized Atlantia right out from under them, under her.”

The emphasis on her suggests, to me, a very personal tiff between Eloana and Ileana, which makes sense if Ileana = Isbeth. Also, when Eloana sees Poppy and gives up her crown, Poppy senses from her:

“...even as a potent, helpless sort of rage drenched the space around her, one that carried the stench of a long-buried fear come to fruition.”

I think that long buried fear was that King Malec had offspring and that they would come back to claim her throne, as would be their right because of their deity bloodline.

What I still haven’t figured out yet is how Ian and Poppy’s parents fit into this. I am still not 100% convinced that who Poppy believes are her parents are actually her parents. Why is Poppy special but Ian isn’t??? There could also just be something special about the female bloodline in particular, but I am not sure. Also, where is Malec?? I doubt Malec = King Jalara so perhaps Malec did die a long time ago during the War. So many things left unanswered but I am excited for the reveals I know will come in the next two books!!

Alastir is shady af

I think Alastir *for sure* knew Poppy’s parents and was contacted to get her out. He seemed to recognize their names when he asked Poppy. I think he realized what Poppy and her mother were and had them killed, but by whom I do not know. Poppy remarks that the man who held her wrist the night of the attack had red splotches, though I don’t know what that means since I don’t think we have met anyone who matches that description yet.

Further, Poppy constantly notes how Alastir’s voice is so familiar and she assumes it is because he sounds like Vikter, but I think it is because she heard him before in her childhood.

The night of the attack aside, Alastir was 100% involved in the attempt on Poppy’s life at the end. Beckett is his grand nephew and Alastir was a little too insistent that Cas speak to him alone, away from Poppy. Whether Alastir was following Jalara/Eloana’s orders or making his own, I don’t know.

At the end, Alastir says:

“It’s not too late. It’s not, Eloana-”

Here I think he is talking about giving up the throne/crown. Everything Alastir did was to prevent Poppy from making it to Atlantia because he knew exactly what she was the whole time. He had always known. If Poppy had agreed to go with him on that first day, I am certain he would’ve had her killed.

We get a false sense of security from Alastir because every time Poppy senses his feelings she feels that they are genuine, but he is over 800 years old. The man has learned to carefully hide his true feelings by now. Also, as a bonded wolven the person you share the bond with can sense some of what you are feeling and I don’t feel like you can betray that bond and their trust without being able to hide your true intentions.

Should also note that Alastir is one of the only wolven at the end who was not put into their wolf form and trying to protect Poppy. Shady. As. Fuck.

Those are the major ones I have for now but I am sure I will think of more haha. Feel free to share your theories/ideas! I want to hear them all!!!

#a kingdom of flesh and fire #akofaf #akofaf spoiler #poppy balfour #casteel da'neer #king malec #queen ileana #queen eloana #alastir #from blood and ash #theories

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silvanable · 3 years

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Idk if hcs are open and ignore me if it isnt!! Can i request an angsty ikevamp prompt? How would suitors react to an MC he likes who likes another suitor? Both suitor and MC's love can be unrequited, and MC could come to suitor to talk about her unrequited love. If you want to make it super angsty, MC could be suitor's first actual romantic interest in a very long time. Plz feel free to choose any suitor, but my favs are leo/comte. I love your writings :) thanks so much!

i know you said headcanons but i saw this as a perfect opportunity to slap down an angst filled fic because i’m not doing so hot and i can’t process emotions unless it’s written format. anyways, i hope you don’t mind!

i figured it was about time i got back to my roots, bringing the unholy angst back that started this blog—

SO HAPPY THANKSGIVING AND WHY NOT WRECK CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS WITH A LITTLE ANGST, EH?

and everyone can cry with me because we all abso—fucking—lutely know that comte would sideline himself and his feelings for the better of others.

↪ GUIDELINES

✒ tags : unrequited love, comte x mc, mentioned mc x leonardo, angsty af, gn!reader mostly but love languages don’t have fucking gn terms

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ word count : 1740

It seemed this was some sort of punishment. It had to be, perhaps to make up for all the things he had done in his youth. Fitting, he would agree, but it did not lessen the pain.

Here you are, sitting in the garden with him.

A wistful sigh falls from your lips.

The things he would do to comfort you. To assure you that you were deserving of all admiration and love.

He would steal your breath with amorous kisses, only daring to relent when neither of you could last a moment longer without air. He would whisper every loving and reassuring word he could muster from his tongue. He would hold you close and keep you in his embrace until you understood how much he adored you.

He would do all these things because he loved you like any other before. You were intoxicating. The way you smiled brought warmth to his chest. The sound of your laughter was a melody he could never tire of. The scent of you was more intoxicating than any vintage wine that ever grazed his lips.

Without you, he was empty and hollow. You had brought the light back into his life. You had offered a hand to him and showed him a gentleness he believed he was undeserving of.

And perhaps he still was because your heart belonged to another.

Comte forced a small smile.

“Ma cherie,” He called your attention. Those beautiful eyes flickered away from the cup of tea in your hands and up to him. His heart still had not gotten used to such a sweet gaze upon him, yet now it was broken with sorrow.

“You said you wanted my advice on something?”

You pursed your lips in response. It seemed you were second-guessing yourself on the need to talk. Comte knew the expression you made all too well and offered a small, encouraging nod.

Another sigh escaped you, far heavier than the one before. “There’s… Someone I like and the problem is, well, they don’t seem to feel the same way.”

What a bitter irony of life.

“See,” You shifted, sitting up and twisted your hands in the hem of your sleeves, “It’s been a long time since I felt something for someone and… I don’t know— maybe I’m just over-analyzing it because they were nice.”

He understood, Comte understood entirely what you meant. After all, he was looking at the very person who had set a spark to his heart’s fire and he would never say a thing.

“Are you sure this mysterious suitor is just unaware of your affections?” He took a sip from the teacup in his hands. He tried to play it off calmly, to hold himself together.

Nothing was allowed to slip through his carefully crafted facade. It took decades to build such a gentlemanly persona and he would not allow himself to fall in shambles, back onto his old ways. No, he had to be a better man.

No matter how much this drove a knife into his chest.

You shrugged, defeated with a gesture of your hand. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re just too different—personal—and don’t even get me started on time-traveling culturally!” An exasperated huff left you, somewhere between a broken laugh and squashed sob.

Comte said your name softly, “Surely there are things you have similar, things that drew you to this person,” He set the tea aside on the table between you both, “Have you confronted them about your feelings?”

As if he was one to talk about such a thing, with you just across from him, yet he hid a secret from you.

A growl of frustration erupted from your throat. “That’s the thing! I’ve tried so many times to find a good moment but any time I start, he somehow always manages to run away!” By now you were on your feet, angrily pacing through the gazebo.

“I mean, did I do something wrong? Is it because he’s a vampire and I’m not?” You vented, too caught in the whirlwind of your growing anger to notice the softness the pureblood gazed at you with.

He understood the fear of that commitment. You were mortal after all, he was not. No doubt the resident—who Comte had a growing suspicion of who, yet would not dare entertain the thought, not yet—feared their long life and falling for someone who would, eventually, pass away and leave them a broken heart.

He would love you nonetheless. If you were his, he would dare to turn you if you let him, so that he could have you to himself longer.

Selfish, yes, but if he had been fortunate enough to have your heart he would never want to let it go.

“Or is it because of the door? I don’t have to go back—hell! I’ve thought more than once these past few weeks about not going back!” You glared heatedly at the mansion. A gaze that was so fierce that the flames of it practically glowed in your eyes.

“But when I mention I might suddenly Leonardo—” Comte visibly flinched, you did not notice, “—is insisting that I go the moment I’m able when all I’ve been trying to tell him is I want to stay for him!”

How could you be so cruel and yet so gentle at the same time?

Comte had only wished you had never said his name, his closest friend. He could feel his heart twist, the ugly head of jealousy reared like a viper, but he forced it down.

He was a gentleman, one of the utmost kind.

Comte’s smile strained but to you, it was sympathetic. “You must understand, ma cherie, as pureblood vampires things are different for us.”

“Yes and?” You turned to Comte, expression twisted and asking to explain how any of that mattered. How did being different like that matter so much when you were so enamored with him that you were willing to give up everything you knew just to be with him.

“Does he not want me and just doesn’t want to tell me?” Your voice welled with emotion suddenly, “Does he think it’s sparing my feelings instead of telling me straight?” Tears gathered in your eyes.

It was painful to see you becoming so unraveled. At that moment, it took all his strength to remain poised and still, to not reach over and take you into his arms and kiss away all of your tears. But he could not be the jealous man, it was not his place, because he was not your lover. He was nothing but your host and he had to remain the courteous host for you.

And now of all times, he damned himself for taking that position, because it meant he would never have you.

“Perhaps he believes that not telling you will spare you of forcing your decision, of stealing the life you have ahead of you.” And to protect you from the heartache I feel now.

You sank back into your seat. A disheartened sigh fell from your lips as you put your head in your hands. “What should I do?” You lifted your head to look at Comte.

He could not resist your gaze, the way your beautiful eyes plead with him. He wanted to see that stunning smile of yours again, the one that brightened his days, the one he cherished in his dreams.

It was decided at that moment, he would see your smile again. Even if it meant he had to break his heart to have you happy. To see you happy was all he wanted.

“Let me speak with Leonardo,” He prayed you had not heard the jealousy hidden in his chest in his voice, “I’m sure I can find what is troubling my friend and spare you from any further pain.” He leaned forward, taking your hand in his.

If he could freeze time he would have, to engrave this moment in space and never let it pass. The warmth of your hand in his. How the light returned to your face with newfound hope. The sparkle in your eyes. Everything, he wanted to remember everything about you at this moment forever and preserve it.

Alas, time was fleeting, and moved on despite his desperate wishes. So he had to keep the memory, tucked away somewhere close to his heart, never to leave him even with the wear of time.

“You would?” The eager hopefulness in your voice was heart-wrenching.

“Of course, ma cherie,” He patted your hand before he reluctantly withdrew his touch, “This is an issue you have with one of my residents and I would not be a decent host to let these problems fester when they affect you so.”

You were absolutely beaming, a bright smile that could rival the sun’s own warmth and light. It was something he wished he could have basked in for eternity.

“Thank you so much, Comte,” You jumped from your seat, throwing your arms around him.

The action was so sudden it had taken him by surprise and yet before he could process and return the gesture, you drew away again.

“Thank you!” You repeated, gathering up the dishes from your tea chat, “I should go help Sebastian with dinner.” Your tone was practically ecstatic as you moved back towards the path to the mansion.

All the while Comte only smiled at you. Yet as your figure grew further and further away, fading into the gardens lush greenery, his smile began to gradually fall.

That facade of a caring, gentlemanly host shattered the moment you were gone. Emotions erupted from the tight fist that had held them at bay. Comte pressed a hand to his mouth, restraining the sounds of sorrow that threatened to burst from him. Amber eyes welled with unshed tears.

Emotions rushed over him like a tidal wave. There was no moment to breathe, not a chance to catch himself. No, these feelings grabbed hold of him and dragged him under. He would drown in them and nothing could save him now.

Comte swallowed hard and his eyes fluttered close.

The sky grew darker as time passed him by in silence.

He took a shaky breath and steadied himself, dropping his hand into his lap, as he regained his composure.

“For you,” His voice betrayed the emotions under the calm face, “For you, ma cherie, and your smile.”

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effervescentdragon · 3 years

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✿☾+Elros

Hi love! This is a hard one, damn. Sleep and sex for Elros. 👀 haven't thought of Elros and sex tbh. Haven't thought of most Elves and sex if im completely honest, unless its wicked Silvergifting sex or soft Russingon one. But lets see 🤔

Okay so sleep first. He hates sleeping alone. For his whole life, he slept with Elrond right there beside him, holding his hand and whenever he woke up from a nightmare, his brother was right there, and he could touch him and make sure he's okay. Amd whenever he had a nightmare, Elrond would wake him. When they were rly little, Elwing was with them too, in the same room, so he got used to that too. And afterwards, Mae or Mags were always there, protecting them. So the separation hit him hard , and for nights, he couldnt sleep at all. But he chose the mortal path, and that meant his body adapted to mortal limitations, and he couldnt stay up for insane amounts of time that elves can. I dont think he ever slept well after that, the neural pathways in his brain frayed and marked by those early days and the devastation of his separation from his brother. I do believe he dreamed - vividly, in colour, things that were things that are, and some that may come to pass. He was of Melian's line, and he was strongest in magic gifts out of all the Men of mortal life. I just think he used to walk around Numenor at night, even after marrying his wife (for whom i STILL dont have a good hc goddammit), even though with her sleeping was easier. He just walked around and looked at the stars in the courtyards and thought about his life and his choice, and begged the stars for easy sleep, not for him, he made his peace with his insomnias a long time ago. He prayed for his brother, when the inevitable comes.

Sex. Damnnnnn. Hmm.

I think... i think he was very passionate, and very intense. I think he got along better with Mae than Mags, and that he had a fire in him that he tempered in his everyday life, because he knew the lessons on diplomacy and he was wise af, but. I think there was a passion that burned in him that was born out of who he was, fundamentally, and out of the finality of his mortal choice. So he played nice during the day, but during the night, he just let go. And not in a dark way, not per se. Just. After such a rough childhood and everything, i think. Hm. I think, due to mortal biology, he suddenly felt physical sensations more intensely than he did when he was an Elf. There was a detachment from physical realm that slowly waned as he chose mortal life, and i think he found himself feeling physical things more intensely, to the point of overexcitement. And i think that stayed with him throughout his life, and that he just learned how to control it after quite some time. I think he was very sensual, and very giving, but could also be somewhat rough (CONSENSUALLY), bcs he was always the more hot-blooded one out of the twins.

Thank you so much for asking abt this, it helps on multiple levels 💚

#admirablemonster #answered asks #akiras silm hcs #elros #elros tar minyatur #god this made me think a lot so i apologize abt the train of thought format #i have no energy to make it pretty

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redsector-a · 3 years

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AO3 Ask Game

I was tagged by @themarshalstale which, thank you so much! I feel like I always get missed on these (I know why, it’s been 84 years since I published anything but still). 1. How many works do you have on ao3?

46 it seems. Which...look I’m slow man so that’s not surprising. lol Also crippling depression does not make for much production, at least for me.

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?

309662 according to the stats.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

So do I could only AO3 or in like life? lol I suppose it should only be on AO3 since this is an AO3 ask game. Hrm. Basically AO3 can be summed up as: Marvel (in several iterations - all Avengers related) Torchwood Highlander But isn’t it more fun to consider my entire fandom life, which, I’m sorry, I’m old so...yeah. Not all of this is was published and beyond that a lot is not available anymore...which is likely for the best. Highlander Star Wars Babylon 5 Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers Marvel (again, several iterations also of note Avengers and X-Men both count) Torchwood Star Trek LOTR Stargate (SG-1, SGA) Mortal Kombat I dabbled with the idea of Potter fic but never got past the ideas stage.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1: You rearrange me till I’m sane Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes. Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him. Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living. 2: Five Dates Bucky Didn’t Realize He Was on And the One He Planned Himself To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they'd been dating for months without him realizing it.Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can't help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

3: Puck Luck Bucky Barnes is used to the ups and downs of an NHL season. He's used to the unpredictability of the game, knows that bounces don't always go your way, but that doesn't make a broken hand in the final third of the season any easier to deal with. Especially not when he ends up with an impromptu roommate/personal assistant in the form of one Clint Barton - his agent, Natalia Romanova's (rather attractive) friend he hadn't known existed before his injury.

It's just for six to eight weeks - what could possibly happen in that span of time?

4: Loose Lips Launch Ships

Based on the following prompt: “We go to school together and I think you’re cute and apparently you’re also the pizza delivery guy and my little sibling opened the door screaming hey sibling! you know that kid you’re in love with? you really weren’t kidding when you said his jawline could cut steel holy shit-” Bucky is the pizza delivery guy. Clint's younger (foster) brother has a big mouth.

5: Indelible Bucky Barnes has a pretty decent life – a good job, good friends, a cat that adores him - but something is missing. He’s always found body art to be beautiful and inspiring, and on a whim (and with the hope that maybe he can find what he’s missing) he decides to take the plunge and get a tattoo. That's how he meets Clint Barton. Clint's talented and compassionate and there is an instant spark between the two of them. It's not long before Bucky finds himself wondering and wanting more from the relationship despite the ghosts of the past that crop back up. Because Clint makes him feel normal in a way he truly hasn't for years...

(this was pre-Alpine so I was totally chuffed when canon confirmed Bucky’s status as a crazy cat lady (affectionate).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.

I really really really want to do it but I often times don’t end up doing it. There are a few reasons. First, I am akwward AF and bad at interaction adn I feel like just saying thank you would be...not enough? Second - I often times tend to like...turtle (aka retreat into myself) when life gets Too Hard/Busy which happens a lot to me (sigh) and then I miss the vague window in my mind in which it would be okay to respond and then it’s even more weird. I do love and cherish all of them. Like there was one months ago that made me go “hmm...I didn’t think I was going to do a sequel to that fic (You rearrange me till I’m sane), timestamp glimpses sure but a sequel hadn’t come to mind” but then the comment made me think! So...who knows? lol Anyway, I literally have been rereading some in an effort to try and get myself going again. Know that if you have commented, I love you.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At the moment? Probably: Look at you look at me Bucky's in love with Clint - problem is he's really not supposed to be. For Winterhawk Week 2019 - Forbidden Love (I really don’t want to give away the spin in the fic but...if you’re familiar with the Secret Avengers Vol 2 run circa 2013ish (aka when SHIELD initially ‘took control of the team’) that’s a bit of a hint as to the spin). Were it done, Torch Song would be up there. ;) Torch Song Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes. --- A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Does *wanting* to write crossovers count? lol I want, so badly, to do more crossovers and fusions (which...are kinda deeper versions of crossovers in a way). The only one I do have posted is a crossover between Highlander and Torchwood -

The Immortal Mr. Jones A series of vignettes (some long, some short) in the life of the newly immortal Ianto Jones. My most ambitions project that I have been working on since late 2011/early 2012 is a fusion of the Avengers with Stephen King’s the Stand. I will get that done at some point *shakes fist* The Stand, for those who don’t know it, is an epic 1000+ page novel about a flu epidemic (I know) that wipes out over 99% of the population and then two figures representing Good and Evil pull the survivors in two directions for a showdown. So basically it’s a non-powered modern AU set in that universe. It’s a passion and comfort project. lol

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Well, minor bitching back when I was in a prior fandom because I tagged a pairing in a fic but it was pre-slash and not labeled as pre-slash. I got hate on...I think it was Torch Song? And I’ve gotten hate on tumblr re me and my fic in general as well. Fandom! *jazz hands* Oh! And I’ve also been hit by those reviewers within Winterhawk (among general Clint pairings actually) who like rate you on either number scales or the “meh” scale. Which isn’t hate exactly but...it’s passive aggressive bullshit because I can’t believe none of them realize at this point that the authors can see their bookmarks - you know?

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. Do I write it well? I have no idea. lol

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Well...there was, I think, one of those reposting sites that had a few fics on it but I don’t think it was being passed off as someone else’s? I can’t quite recall. It’s why I have a note on AO3 about reposting my work anyway.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not entirely, but sort of. Let me explain - I am part of a PBEM game; which for those unfamiliar since it’s a term that was most heavily in use 15-20 years ago, in which you basically do a round robin type writing thing but rather than everyone writing the same characters you write your own characters and you play off what other people have done. Another way of looking at it is it’s basically DnD without dice and written down rather than done out loud. You also don’t have to all be around at the same time. It’s a lot of fun and yes I have been in it for 20 years even though there aren’t many of us left but they are some of my dearest friends and fabulous writers. Wins all around. One of the other writers and I have actually toyed with the idea of doing a co-written fic actually, mostly because we work super well together and keep getting ideas for things but can’t really do them as rpgs since the pbem style isn’t used much anymore.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Winterhawk probably. Though, let’s be real - Han & Leia are epic and amazing as are John & Delenn (from Babylon 5).

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Does wanting to expand The Black Stallion books as a wee child count? lol Not much of that was written save for world building ideas but there was a great oral tradition of telling stories to my friends. Otherwise...maybe a tie between Star Wars and Highlander. Star Wars was a love since I was super young but the writing bug didn’t hit me until around the same time Highlander was a thing as well.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You rearrange me till I’m sane for sure. Though Torch Song, if it were finished, would be tied I imagine (I suck at picking favorites). Honorable mention to Puck Luck and Indelible. Tagging: I have seen this like a million times (okay 5) so I feel like everyone has been tagged already that I know. But...I guess... @vexbatch @crazycatt71 @heartonfirewrites and @disruptedvice sorry if anyone has been tagged before.

#icyredfics #writing #winterhawk #long post

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Hey! I’m back!

I like your take on father Yasuhiro and son Kaito in my au so much that I have to ask...

What is your opinion on big brother Gundam and Little brother Kaito? I put their age gap at roughly ten years apart.

Hello!! :D I'm super happy you liked the Hiro and Kaito thing, I was worried what I wrote wasn't good 😂💜 Ahhhh I L O V E Gundham so this has made me super happy honestly 😂 As soon as I read this a few hc's automatically popped into my head bUT I think they'd be so freaking cute as siblings and I love the idea!! Like Gundham would try to keep Kaito away once he's more grown cause he doesn't want him to be in danger/get hurt but Kaito's a determined af kid and insists on being with his cool big bro no matter what, so eventually Gundham decides to accept it and they just become inseparable

Here, have some headcanons 🌚💜

-When Kaito was born Gundham decided to step back and protect him from afar, he always made sure Kaito was okay and safe but he didn't interact with him since he was a cursed being (plus that poisonous skin of his was a big issue) he was scared Kaito would get hurt cause of him

-It was hard at first, Kaito was an adorable and loveable baby and despite Gundham's strict "no touching" rule, he really wanted to hold his kid brother and play with him

-Still, he managed to stay away as much as he could for a few years, but then Kaito was grown and he became hellbent on spending time with the other and would have tantrums if Gundham tried to stay away

-Gundham was conflicted, on one hand Kaito's safety and wellbeing came first, but he also didn't want to hurt Kaito's feelings and he truly did want to spend time with the kid

-Kaito ended up deciding for him when he snuck into Gundham's room and hugged him, demanding he play with him

-Gundham had freaked the fuck out and almost cried thinking Kaito got poisoned but when nothing happened, he realized Kaito was a singularity

-From there on, they became inseparable

-Kaito loves Gundham's hamsters, his favorite one is Cham-P

-Gundham constantly casts protection spells on Kaito

-Kaito loves taking Gundham's coat and scarf and wearing them

-Gundham tries his best to speak somewhat normally for Kaito's sake, but Kaito actually likes his speech and thinks it's funny

-Once Gundham found out about Kaito's interest in stars and space, he got him a bunch of glow in the dark stars for his room and a star projector

-Gundham always reads him a bedtime story from one of his many special books, he usually twists what it says so it's more kid friendly

-They often walk around the neighborhood/city looking for stray animals to feed and take care of

-Kaito's tried to poke Gundham's red eye and to take his bandages off a lot, which has led to many conversations about some boundaries

-Gundham always takes him to the zoo and to the planetarium

-Kaito loves hearing Gundham's many stories about taming animals

-Kaito constantly demands piggy back rides/to sit on Gundham's shoulders when they're out somewhere

-If Gundham makes him angry/upset, Kaito will cry and will pull on Gundham's scarf a bunch of times

-Gundham has planned numerous times all the spells and curses he's gonna teach Kaito once he's older, this includes telling him the truth about what he really is

-If Gundham leaves the house/is away from Kaito, he makes two of his hamsters stay to keep an eye on him to make sure he's okay (this is also so the hamsters keep Kaito away from his room cause Kaito always tries taking Gundham's books/cursed objects/charms/etc)

-Before Kaito, Gundham despised being chained to the mortal realm and would count down the days till he returned home, but now he'll try anything in his power to stay for Kaito, at least until the kid fulfills his dream of being an astronaut

-If Kaito's sad, Gundham will tell Kaito that he's made the impossible possible (refering to his singularity trait) and therefore he's the strongest and most special warrior Gundham has ever encountered

-From that statement came Kaito's signature phrase years later, "The impossible is possible, all you gotta do is make it so!", he always thinks of big bro Gundham when he says it

-Since Gundham's the "Supreme Overlord Of Ice", Kaito wanted a cool title like that too, so after a lot of brainstorming, Gundham came up with "Luminary Of The Stars", since a luminary can be both someone who influences others/has a personality that enlightens mankind and a body that gives off light/what traditional astrologists called the sun & moon, it fits Kaito cause his personality shines brightly and he's definitely as important as the sun & moon (at least to Gundham he is), plus he loves the stars so he'll be their luminary!

Damn, I think I kinda went overboard again, oops 💀😂

#kaito momota #gundham tanaka #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa headcanons #CAN YOU TELL I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS LOL

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