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solarsystementertainment · 11 months

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Arthur's Birthday

I know this is later than I initially said, but any writers know that intended timelines don't always pan out

Today was Arthur’s birthday and he (and the rest of the group) had had a fairly busy day full of dance practice. They were gearing up for a comeback that was set to occur soon. All twelve members had been working very hard and were all pretty tuckered out by the time six o’clock rolled around. Eleven of the twelve members had decided to go back to the dorm, but Arthur decided to stay behind. The fourth oldest member had no intention of continuing with practice, but he did feel like spending time on the rooftop garden.

The garden is actually a shared space between all businesses in the building. However, Arthur figured out that no one really hung out on the roof unless it was their lunch break. Since it was six at night, he knew that the rooftop was likely going to empty. Arthur went over to one of the lounging areas and opened his phone to do a live stream. He titled the video 'Happy Mother's Day'.

"Hello Astrologers." Arthur started. He watched the mix of comments with an amused expression. Some of the comments were confused about the title of the video, others were wishing him a happy birthday. "Yes I know it's not Mother's Day here in Korea, but it is Mother's Day back home in the US."

Arthur talks for a bit about his family. He hasn't spoken to his family a whole bunch since he moved to Korea, but he still loves and cares for them. He also talks about how he was born on Mother's day. He does a mini Q&A for roughly fifteen minutes.

As he's answering a question about growing up in the US, the door to the rooftop opens and the eleven other members walk up to Arthur singing Happy Birthday. Merlin is carrying a cake. Arthur immediately starts blushing, not used to having the attention on him. Jehyuk takes Arthur's phone, and repositions it so that the entire group can be in the shot.

The group starts chatting about Arthur and how they had actually celebrated his birthday a few days prior because they weren't sure if they were going to have time today. In the middle of explaining how Wonjae snuck off during the group's lunch break to get the cake, Daehyun interrupts.

"HEH-STSCHHH, HEHSTIEGHHHH, HEH-STSCHHH. Sorry." Daehyun apologizes as he sniffles. Wonjae gives him a pointed look before going back to the story.

When Wonjae finished speaking, Minseok put candles on the cake and lit them. The entire group made a big deal of how Arthur needed to make a wish and blow out the candles. They started singing 'Happy Birthday' again. Although, Merlin insisted that he and Jasper sing an alternate English version

"Happy Birthday to you

You live in a zoo

You look like a monkey

And you smell like one too"

This got Arthur laughing. The birthday boy inhaled to blow out the candles. Unfortunately, Daehyun once again interrupted. "HEH-STSCHHH, HEHSTIEGHHHH, HEH-STSCHHH, HEHSTIEGHHHH!" Arthur got startled at the outburst and kind of choked, coughing the candles out.

"Sorry." Daehyun said. His face turned a bit red in embarrassment. Merlin pulled a travel pack of tissues out of his pocket and handed it to Daehyun, who walked off screen with a hand covering his face.

Jasper had opened the live on his phone. He began reading the comments out loud. Some were wishing Arthur a happy birthday, several were saying bless you to Daehyun, and a few were commenting on Wonjae's disgusted expression, as Daehyun had unintentionally sneezed on him.

Jihoon had opened a pack of wet wipes and passed one to Wonjae, who started wiping off his arm where Daehyun had sneezed on him. Meanwhile, Jehyuk grabbed the knife that had been brought out and began cutting the cake. Just as the leader finished cutting the cake, Daehyun came back. Although it wasn't long at all before he brought the collar of his shirt up to his face and sneezed another three times.

“Ugh sorry guys. Allergies are super bad today.” He sniffled then went off camera again. When he returned a couple minutes later, he had a box of tissues under his arm. There were dozens of comments talking about how Daehyun is always sneezing in live streams and he must have pretty bad allergies in general.

“Yeah. I’m veh-HEHSITESHHH very allergic to pollen. Unfortunately I can’t take antihistamines because ironically, I’m allergic to those too. I’m pretty much like this until winter, when all plants go into hibernation or die.” Daehyun takes out a couple of tissues and wipes his nose.

“Hyung” Jasper says. “Astrologers say you need to apologize to Wonjae hyung because you sneezed on him.” Daehyun’s face visibly pales a little as he looks towards his oldest dongsaeng. “I am so sorry Wonnie. You know I didn’t mean it. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” Astrologers aren’t aware that Wonjae is a germaphobe, or at least no one in the group has confirmed it, so for the most part, they think Daehyun is just giving a dramatic apology.

Jehyuk began passing out the cake to all of the members along with a pair of chopsticks.Unfortunately, due to operating on autopilot, Merlin had brought Arthur’s bag home, and as such, his silverware. It is also a known fact that no cutlery of any kind is held in the break room. Therefore, Arthur does not have a fork to eat his slice of cake with. Arthur grabbed his pair of chopsticks with one hand and his plate with the other. He was about to try to take a bite of cake with the chopsticks, when Merlin took the plate out of his hand.

“Merlin, what are you doing?” He asked, only sounding a little angry.

“The birthday boy shouldn’t be allowed to lift a finger.” he responded with a teasing lilt to his voice. Merlin took the chopsticks and offered a bite of cake to Arthur. Of course, this caused the comment section to explode with ArtLin shippers commenting on how cute they are. The company hasn’t announced that the two are dating, it’s a little too soon for that. And since the company doesn’t know, fans are only able to speculate. Fans also don’t know the extent of Arthur’s disability. Whenever he has a public appearance and he’s on crutches, he just says that an old injury is flaring up.

The twelve men continue their live stream. They answer some questions from fans and enjoy the cake. Everytime, Merlin feeds Arthur some cake, the comments explode. Eventually Daehyun couldn’t handle it anymore, and he had to go back inside for a slight reprieve from the pollen in the air. All in all it was a good birthday.

#zodiac kpop group #sneeze

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krakenjoy · 1 year

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I'm 6 hours into the Pale Beyond on Steam and I'm enjoying it a lot. It's a survival management game where you balance resources and maintaining loyalty. It's got the Terror vibes, since the Franklin Expedition and the Endurance expeditions were direct inspirations. There's a character who I think looks like Cornelius Hickey who's background probably isn't the cleanest, and the doctor has Goodsir vibes. Someone says 'this place wants us dead'. The characters and narrative are intriguing. Also you get to pet dogs (I have a bad feeling about this).

It's difficult to not reset the game every time you mess up, and the game would prefer you not do that, since you have to restart the entire week. It's not just because of a more beneficial choice, but I also don't want to upset the characters.

Speaking of the characters, I did not expect to get attached this much. Even though you mostly interact with the specialists, the majority of them are given enough characterization to make them stand out. It should be quite easy getting a good/neutral response once you have a grasp on their personalities, generally just respect them and don't pry too much. Just do what they want you to do or find a neutral point.

Moving onto resource management. The most common resource you'll get is food, but besides eating, you also have to burn them for warmth. It's not hard to keep the crew happy so far, so you could alternate between half rations and half heat each week and be fine, which is what I should've done. If people get sick, there are ways to immediately heal them, or if you don't want to waste resources, send them to the doctor and they'll be fine next week. But it's still a hard choice if you like the characters as much as I do.

There are some bugs, like resource cards turning black when I click them even though I can add more and a few letters extending far beyond my screen (might not be wide screen optimized yet). I also experienced a loading problem besides the game screen popping out. It's not a huge issue (or I'm just used to Fallout New Vegas), and devs are fixing them.

Even if you're not a Terror fan, give it a go if you like narrative-driven strategy games with an interesting cast and brilliant art style.

SPOILERS up to Act 2, maybe beyond!

I have a tendency to spoil endings for myself. I didn't watch any youtube videos, but I did go on the steam forums and read some reviews. But first:

I thought Templeton was definitely going to stab me in the back somehow (judging from one reviewer), but up till now he's just being pragmatic and giving sound advice, if not a little suspicious. It's not hard to get on his good side. And wow, the plant metaphor really suits him! Please don't stab me in the back.

Grimley, on the other hand... it's ok if you don't completely trust me, but you don't have to sing about it to everyone, especially if we're going to be stuck together for a long time. Seriously, everyone is loyal to me but him. What the hell do I have to do to make him at least tolerate me? Cool song though.

I knew Hammond was going to fight someone sooner or later. Great work ethic borderlining on obsessive, but if I tell him to take a break he'll be pissed. Hopefully with Timmy helping, he'll worry less. Nice sense of humour.

Kurt is fine, surprisingly not that arrogant for a celeb. He's definitely insecure about his age and use of a cane hindering his ability to help, but he's still knowledgeable.

Junior is more sociable and receptive, but I'm still suspicious of him, considering his closeness to Captain Hunt and his brother.

Kasha is nice and super helpful for morale. It's great that she warms up to the crew, especially Arthur and Kurt.

Speaking of warming up (heh), Arthur's relatable with his social anxiety and need to be reassured. He does start bonding with the others. Besides that, there's Cordell with her love of singing and theatre and dogs.

The character development is amazing. The most heartbreaking part for now is when all the characters say they might not make it back and tell you to look after their family/tell their family etc.

Other memorable characters include science couple, science gun guy, Thomas Blanky vibes, the gymnast, and Timmy and his da. Also Grips who told me was in the military (because I picked colonial).

Leave the ship a week after announced, before dinner.

Get the medical supplies for the expanded bed space, one set of digging tools, and the guns to get more food and defend against the seal asap. Use the shotgun if you don't wanna die!

Don't hesitate because you want to please both characters.

Theory:

The expedition is funded by the canned peach company. (Huh. Tins.) Templeton and most of the science staff are botanists. Why would you need botanists in the cold?

Captain Hunt said something like 'if I don't take this then others will'. Then he got drunk and left. It's definitely related to the expedition.

On the forums and in the achievements, I saw something about a 'tree' and 'fruit'.

The Viscount went to look for the Tree five years ago and vanished. The peach company hears about this and wants to find the tree and make money off the fruits, or the fruits are magical somehow and they want to exploit it. They organize the expedition in the name of finding the Viscount and send Templeton and the scientists to study the Tree. Hunt hears this somewhere, doesn't agree. He takes the job, deliberately choosing the path so we would get stuck in the ice, ignoring Kurt's advice. He sets off with some trusted crew members and leaves to find the Tree so we don't get to it. The rescue ship is to bring the harvested fruits back.

#the pale beyond #the terror #the terror amc #tagging it because similar vibes #indie games

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forestcat222 · 9 months

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Chapter 3 Aemon

before you start the new chapter i just wanted to say for this au I redesigned Jon/Aemon because in this au i am not bound by the rules of canon, I gave him more Targaryen features,

His hair is a mix of black and white, he has heterochromia, one eye is his normal eye color in the books, black, his right eye is a light purple color. Btw just clarifying in this Jon/Aemon is still a bastard.

Chapter 3 Aemon

Aemon was sitting outside of Rhaegar’s office waiting for Aegon to get out of his lessons. Aegon had lessons every three days, it used to be every two days but Elia made Rhaegar add the extra day to give Aegon a better break. Aemon was basically staring into nothingness, he was thinking of a story Rhaenys told him yesterday, about a bastard prince who saved his true love. Whenever Rhaenys would find a story about a heroic bastard she would tell it to him, Aemon usually had a hard time keeping a focus on stories, his mind always wondered, except when Rhaenys told him about the hero bastards who brought peace to the realm, then his mind would absorb every little detail, the names, the battles, everything.

Rhaenys was always trying to make Aemon happier, whether it be about his birth, family or skills Rhaenys tried to make him smile.

His siblings always tried to make him happy, Aegon taught him the things that father taught him that Aemon wasn’t involved in, Aegon taught him Valyrian so he would feel like part of the family, Aegon taught him to play instruments, Aegon taught him many things and Aemon valued all of them. Aegon was Aemon’s best friend, his mentor and his closest confidant, which is why Aemon was rarely away from Aegon.

Aemon was shaken from his thoughts by something furry on his arm, he looked down and saw one of Rhaenys’ cats rubbing against his arm, Rhaenys had many cats, so many cats in fact she had entire rooms of the castle made for her cats, Aemon thought it was a bit much but as long as she’s happy it didn't matter. Aemon looked at the cat more, if he remembered correctly this one’s name is Meria, named after Meria Martell.

Aemon started petting the cat, he didn’t like cats as much as Rhaenys but he thought they were cute so he didn’t mind the many cats. “She was trying to get your attention for a few minutes, I honestly assumed you were just ignoring her.” Aemon looked up and saw one of the kings guard looking at him, it was Jaime Lannister, Aemon always admired him, he was an amazing knight, he won nearly every turney he was in, not to mention his looks, In all the stories he heard about strong good kings this is what he imagined not his grandfather or as he heard some people call him the mad king, Jaime looked like a king.

Aemon slightly smiled at him before looking back down at the cat, most may have found Aemon’s silence rude but it wasn’t meant to be, Aemon had a hard time talking to most people, Aemon only ever talked to his siblings and even that was at times difficult for him, he could only talk to them when they were completely alone, if he tried to speak in public he would usually end up sounding like nails being dragged across stone.

Aemon continued to play with the cat while occasionally looking up at Jaime before quickly looking down again, there was a good chance if he could he would just stare at Jaime but Aemon has been told that he has a bad habit of looking at people for long with no emotions on his face, making people uncomfortable, he honestly didn’t notice he did that until his grandmother Queen Rhaella pointed it out to him after he stared at Arthur Dayne for to long.

After a few minutes of playing with the cat and her purring loudly she stopped and bit him before running away. Aemon gasped before putting his bloody cut to his mouth to suck the blood from it. “Heh, they give you love and affection and make you trust them before they suddenly claw your heart out.” Aemon looked up again at Jaime and nodded. Jaime had a slight smirk on his his face, he seemed to think something about Aemon was funny, perhaps Jaime thought the way Aemon reacted was funny, or perhaps it was the fact he didn’t talk, maybe it was how he stared, there were many things people found odd or funny about Aemon.

After a few seconds the doors to Rhaegar's study opened and Aegon walked out, It honestly surprised Aemon that he was out of lessons so soon, he had only been there for 4 hours, usually he was there for at least two more.

Aegon looked at Aemon and smiled. “Come on, we must leave before father changes his mind about me leaving early.” Aegon spoke.

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targaryenssurvive · 2 months

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Before you start the new chapter i just wanted to say for this au I redesigned Jon/Aemon because in this au i am not bound by the rules of canon, I gave him more Targaryen features,

His hair is a mix of black and white, he has heterochromia, one eye is his normal black colored eye color in the books, his right eye is a light purple color. Btw just clarifying in this Jon/Aemon is a bastard.

Chapter 3 Aemon

Rhaenys was always trying to make Aemon happier, whether it be about his birth, family or skills Rhaenys tried to make him smile.

Aegon looked at Aemon and smiled. “Come on, we must leave before father changes his mind about me leaving early.” Aegon spoke.

#jon snow #aegon martell targaryen #aegon son of elia #young griff #rhaenys daughter of elia #queen rhaella #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys martell #elia martell #rhaegar targaryen #aerys targaryen #jaime lannister #all the targaryens survive au

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therainroguefanfiction · 3 years

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Halloween Horrors ~ Vampires & Spells (England)

Genre: Comedy, Crack, Friendship, Halloween

Word Count: 1,770

Pairing: Reader, England

World: Anime, Hetalia

Halloween Horrors is a set I started way back in the day on Quizilla. It was mostly requests that I took where people would give me a character and two one-word prompts and I'd write a Halloween-themed fic about them.

The little lullaby/spell at the end was the end to a poem written by Joel Benton.

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Arthur was good-looking.

Anyone with eyes could see that, even the boys – though they chose to deny it. However, when he was tricked out as a vampire… well, that was just hot. Now, I know what you’re thinking and I can honestly say you are wrong.

Arthur did not dress up for Halloween. He had attempted a spell to send a few vicious witches after France, but somehow messed it up – big surprise there – and turned himself into a true blue vampire. He isn’t too happy about this, but everyone else seems to feel the opposite. You found a lot of enjoyment out of your friend’s discomfort and France… well, he found him to be incredibly attractive.

You stood off to the side of the room, packed full of all of the other nations, decked in a demon costume complete with black wings and a real scythe. Your eyes watched your best friend as he ran around the house, screaming bloody murder. Chasing him was France, who had his arms outstretched, lips puckered, and was making very perverted remarks.

Heh, a vampire afraid of a Frenchman… it was a pretty funny concept.

“Y/N! Do something, you bloody git!” Arthur screamed as he ran past for the tenth time.

“Sorry, Iggy. He looks pretty determined.” You chuckled, earning a glare from the male.

“Oh, Arthur~” France cooed, finally managing to grab ahold of the vampiric Englishman, “Why don’t you show me the meaning of a vampire kiss~ oh hon hon~”

You winced as England’s scream echoed around the room, drowning out the loud and spooky music, as well as the excited chatter of the other nations. You watched on in both amusement and horror as France practically took him right in the middle of the floor.

His scream could be heard all around the world~

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You followed behind the angry Arthur as he stalked back home, muttering curses of revenge under his breath and you couldn’t help the smirk that crawled onto your lips as you watched him. Arthur was… fierce when he got angry, and that made his attractive levels rise a few notches.

You were a pure-blooded sadist and you loved to see him angry~

It was by pure chance that Arthur had gotten away from the Frenchman – if you’re willing to call Russia hitting him over the head with a pipe ’til he bled ‘pure chance’. The blood was a nice touch to the party, though. Really added to the spooky vibes.

Arthur slammed his front door open so hard it left cracks in the wall. You raised an eyebrow as you shut the door, watching as he began to pace back and forth in his living room. You set the scythe off to the side, leaning it against the wall, but with your attention still on the pacing vampire, said scythe fell away from the wall, slicing your arm in the process. You cursed as a steady stream of blood began to flow down your arm, landing with a splat against the wooden surface of the floor.

Arthur stopped his pacing almost immediately, his head snapped in the direction of his friend. His eyes began to change from their normal forest green to a deep, ruby crimson and his tongue unconsciously ran across his sharp fangs, growing as the scent of blood filled his nostrils. It took every ounce of his humanity to refrain from attacking you and his cape did little to shield his nose. He began to utter a spell under his breath, one that would help him fight off his growing hunger.

You, meanwhile, remained oblivious to the male’s discomfort as you picked up the scythe, setting it properly against the wall.

Arthur continued his spell muttering and the room began to glow. The strange aura that surrounded you made you take a pause from bandaging the wound on your arm. An odd sensation welled up in your stomach, slowly climbing its way to your chest.

When the glow finally faded, you noticed something amazing.

The blood, which had been sloppily splatting against the wooden floor, was falling slower than before. As the drops fell, they began to morph into velvety rose petals, falling slowly to the ground as if dancing in the wind. Even the drops that had already fallen had converted to rose petals. Red was the dominant color, but a few of the petals had turned shades of blue and purple.

“Iggy… what did you do?” you wondered as your eyes moved to the shocked vampire, who had frozen at the site.

What had he done? And how would he fix it?

When the scent of the rose petals reached his nose, his eyes closed and he breathed in deeply. He felt his body calming down and the inner beast began to crawl back into the shadows. His spell had, technically, worked, fighting off the inner beast that wanted so bad to feast on the fresh, warm blood. It just worked in a way that would make his best friend kill him…

“You dumbass! Fix this, right now, Iggy!” you growled, grabbing him by the collar of his ruffly shirt.

By now, his orbs had returned to their natural green and his hungry expression replaced with a fearful one. He didn’t want to imagine what you’d do to him – it’d probably be worse than what France did! “I-I don’t know how…”

“Iggy dear~,” you said sweetly, a sadist smile on your lips. You walked over to your scythe, picking it up and holding it in your hands, stroking the handle softly with the tip of your index finger. Your eyes bore into his own as your smile twisted into a creepy one, “If you don’t fix this, the grim reaper will be getting someone early~”

You were beginning to act like the demon you were dressed as.

Arthur Kirkland would not be a coward, not when he had such strength!

You were still a human for the most part and he would never back down!

England bore his fangs, a hiss escaping his throat as his eyes narrowed. “V’I’m not avraid of vou, mortal.”

You blinked, expression blank as your lips formed a thin line. Your finger stopped moving and you lowered the menacing weapon. The two of you stared at each other for a good five minutes before you burst out laughing, falling to the floor and clutching your stomach.

“Vhat!?” he hissed, glaring hard at you.

You only laughed harder, slamming your fist against the hardwood. It took about ten minutes before you stopped, breathing heavily from a lack of oxygen. “My god, Iggy! You haven’t even been a vampire for twenty-four hours and already you have a Dracula complex!”

He hissed again, his pearly white fangs glinting in the moonlight as they poked out from his upper lip. “Vhut up!”

You grinned, pulling yourself to your feet before reaching up and poking his exposed fang. “So scary~ When you talk like that, Iggy, scary is the last thing you are.”

Arthur raised a finger, about to say something but nothing passed his lips. He threw his arms up and growled, stalking out of the room and toward his bedroom, muttering ‘bloody git’ under his breath as he went.

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Two hours.

It had been two hours since Arthur locked himself in his bedroom.

When you pressed your ear to the door, you could hear muttering and cracks like lightning in the sky. You tried to pry the door open, but he had boarded it up. And so, you were left to sit in the living room, bored out of your mind, as you waited for him to come out. Of course, you couldn’t watch TV since the power was out, thanks to the not-so-lovely storm raging outside like a dinosaur on steroids.

“Aha!”

You heard his muffled yell from inside his room, followed by rushed footsteps, crashing – most likely the boards being thrown on the floor – and his bedroom door being slammed open. Said male came running into the living room with a piece of parchment in hand. He grabbed your wrist and tugged you back to his bedroom.

An odd alchemy circle had been drawn in the middle of the room. Laying inside that circle was a large black and red coffin, the lid off to the side. Arthur shoved the parchment into your hand before walking over to the coffin.

“I’m going to get into the coffin and close the lid. When I do, I want you to sit, indian style, on top. Wait until the clock strikes twelve midnight, exactly, and read the words aloud. Everything should be back to normal after that.” He explained before getting into the coffin.

You lifted the lid and slid it into place before taking your seat. Your eyes watched as the clock's hands slowly moved. When midnight finally came, a loud ding echoed throughout the room, so loud it hurt your ears, but you ignored the pain and began to read Arthur’s fine script.

“Eerie shadows were they then. But tonight they come again. Were we once more but sixteen. Precious would be Halloween.”

Lightning flashed outside of his bedroom window, the wind blowing harsher than before. The rain pelted the roof as if it were angry. A purple light began to swirl around you, almost as if a tornado were beginning to form. It got brighter and brighter until it was impossible to see anything. Then there was a flash, like a camera, and everything began to disappear. The rain outside slowed to a drizzle, the lighting and thunder vanished with the purple light and the circle below slowly began to fade.

Arthur’s muffled yells reached you and you jumped off the lid, pushing it open. The blonde shot out of the coffin, breathing heavily as he glared at you, “Took you long enough! Do you know how bloody hard it is to breathe in there?!”

“Breathe?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side.

“Yes, breathe. It’s what humans do, git!”

A grin spread across your face and you crossed your arms, “Welcome back, Iggy.”

He blinked in surprise as the words sunk in. It was then that he realized something important; he was no longer a vampire. He smiled, grabbing you in a bone-crushing hug.

Halloween truly was the greatest.

Well, as long as you had a perverted Frenchman, a bi-polar and psychotic Russian, and a spell-bearing Englishman to keep things interesting. You felt like a pretty lucky person – and you were quite happy that you no longer bled rose petals.

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#england #england x reader #arthur kirkland #arthur kirkland x reader #anime #anime x reader #aph #hetalia #axis powers hetalia #aph x reader #hetalia x reader #halloween #anime scenarios #anime imagines

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 3 years

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Idk whats with me and angst but male (or if you want gender neutral) sole dying in romanced compainions + skinny malone arms?

(There are quite a few characters I didn't do..so anyone can request those individual and I'll see about writing them at a later date..just..wow. Ummm..major trigger warnings btw)

It was inevitable..wasn't it? Deep down, this truth was just one of those that was inescapable. The fearsome Sole Survivor was many things; they were determined, they were skilled, they were adaptable..they were amazing in every way- a paragon of a person..however there is one thing they were not.

Indestructible.

No one was. Shit, the Wasteland loved to remind people of that- be it in the forms of ghouls, hellish monsters or whatever- so perhaps this day shouldn't have came as such a surprise. Nevertheless, there was no comfort found within this knowledge.

The day was too pretty of one for something like this to happen. The sunshine was bright, not a cloud in the sky- a gentle breeze passing the pair by as they scavenged the archaic ruins for copper of all things- fucking copper.

Raiders were common in these kinds of areas, but that was no issue. Sole had no issue handling raiders, or anything else for that matter. Well, or so they thought.

Soon the peacefulness of that lovely day was interrupted by the whizzing of bullets and the shouts of obscenities as a small band of raiders made their presence known- effectively ambushing the pair. It was sort of funny in a fucked up way. The fight itself lasted barely ten minutes, just a blue of adrenaline and silent prayers, and the warmth of that beautiful sunshine beating on their back.

They hadn't noticed the blue of that infamous jump suit staining red until it was far too late, not until the wearer collapsed down to their knees as though they were about to beg for the life slowly fading either such rivet of blood being spilled.

Now it was even quicker.

Of course, they rushed to their precious Sole Survivor, horrified, yet still hopeful. They'd try so hard to lift them up, dread filling their veins whenever their loved one cried out in pain from the movement. However they still thought that somehow their dear would make it. Maybe it was foolish naivety.

Then there it was, a certain look within the Sole Survivor's eyes that held a promise. This was it. This was it and all they could do was watch as they died, the lovely sunlight and peaceful breeze serving as the only witness to this atrocity.

This wasn't right. Why did the world not reflect the way this scene was playing out? This was no time for sunshine and happiness, not when the only person they've loved so profoundly could only give them a watery smile..not as they slowly lost the strength to hold their hand to their cheek...

Not as the light finally dimmed and the world as they knew it was consumed by the darkness their former light now took away.

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Cait:

"Son of a bitch..sweetheart, you can't just..you can't just leave me like this- it's..it's not right! You come back, fuck! Please! Come come back.."

•Cait wasn't one to cry, always being more predispositions for rage than tears...however despite how hard she tried all she could do was wail until all that came out was dry tears and hoarse yells.

•After this, Cait would isolate herself from others save for sparking up terrjbke brawls where she knew she was outmatched.

•She just hoped she would finally lose the fight.

Curie:

"Please hang on, I-I can fix you! Please, mon amour, don't leave Curie just yet!"

•She's completely in shock, frantically trying to administer Med-x, Stimpacks, Jet- anything! All it does is worsen your condition unfortunately, the chems overwhelming you and eating at what remained of your life that much faster.

•A piece of her knew this, deep down at least.

•Let's just say, Curie wouldn't quite be the same after this. Not just in the "I lost someone I loved kind of way", no, more in the "I've seen far too much and can't quite cope" kind of way. Her eyes would forever be scarred with the image of your own becoming red from the busted blood vessels and your horrified, sweet face.

Danse:

"I'm truly sorry..damn it..I'm sorry I couldn't protect you either."

•In Danse's mind, you were yet another person he cared for that got killed because of his negligence. Only your death was much more profound- yes. With the death of his other brothers and sisters, he could still soldier through..but with you? The person he could only regard with love? He might've as well died with you.

•The only thing Danse can think of to do to hopefully bring you peace is bury you right outside your little home himself, hysterically crying and drunk out of his mind.

•It wouldn't be very long after this that Danse could no longer handle the pain of loss- no amount of liquor taking the vision of your smiling face at your once shared bedside from his mind.

•At least your friends would have the decency to bury him at your side after they got over the shock of finding him.

Hancock:

"Hey sunshine..don't worry, we..we won't be apart for too long. Heh, it's gonna be okay..it's all gonna be alright."

•The small window of time it takes for your life to leave you, Hancock comes to the horrific realization that he was soon to be doomed to a tragically long life without the one person at his side that made him feel worthy of living..

•Without giving it much more thought than that, he'd just simply stroke your cheek- pressing a soft kiss to your head whenever he was certain you had bled out completely, your blood throughly coating his chest and thighs. After the kiss, he'd take a deep breath before drawing his own pistol and..bang.

Maxson:

"P..please..don't leave..no,no,..please don't leave me.."

•If Sarah's death hurt Arthur, your's was devastating.

•Even after he knew full well that you were dead and gone, he still tries his best to keep you "alive". He'd rush you into a vertibird and call for you aid, having to face the fact you were truly gone when Captain Cade clasped him over the shoulder and gave him a solemn look.

•Arthur cried then, and then later into the night until all that came out were pathetic sobs.

•The only thing that keeps him going is his obligation to duty..but..sometimes he considers leaning just a little too close to the gage of the forecastle..maybe fly like some sort of mythical being before finally being able to hold you once more.

Skinny Malone:

"Oh come on doll face, it's..it's gonna between alright. Shhh, I'm right here..just..god..just relax."

•How did this even happen? He knew better than to indulge your need to scavenge..there wasn't even any need with his connections..why..why did this happen?

•He'd try so hard to keep it together, clenching the fabric of your vault suit until eventually his men come to him..then he can't contain the terrible cries that result.

X6-88:

"(Y/n), don't. You..you can't..oh..I..I don't know what to do without you.."

•As someone who knew death so well, he knew from the second you fell, the way that you fell, you were dead.

•Just for you, he'd try to keep that cold exterior he was once so good at portraying..but it lasts a mere second before tears start rolling down his face and spilling onto your's.

•He'd sit there, cradling your cooling body well into the setting of the gloriously shining sun, wondering just what he was going to do from here.

•Nothing. He no longer knew what to do

#tw death #tw suicide mention #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #fo4 companions #fallout companions #danse #elder maxson #curie #skinny Malone #x688

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art by em year in review: electric boogaloo!

ah, 2021. a rollercoaster (derogatory). you know the drill—unsolicited affectionate self-roasting below the cut.

jan: starting things off on the most cheerful note imaginable here with an illustration for the fic in which I thought it'd be a great idea to kill off martin crieff! I could make fun of my lineart here but to be honest, looking back I just feel sorry for the em that hadn't yet discovered alpha lock in sketchbook...babygirl you could have spent so much less time on your art...

feb: hello linda fairbairn, otherwise known as the one-off cabin pressure character whose offhand mention of her hobby as a rally driver was the reason I got sucked into motorsport! and hello to therlinda, also known as the best idea I've come up with this year! (sorry not sorry bobsled!) anyway that race suit kind of deserves to be made fun of. luckily, I've already done that, and proposed a better (safer) redesign.

mar: and here we see the beginning of the shipwright & fairbairn lore, in which my dreadfully overpowering hunger for a mentor figure in the midst of completely virtual university led me to wonder what it would be like to be a starry-eyed kid at the bottom of the pecking order of one's airline getting stuck with a tired old guy with baggage. I decided to return to a brush I hadn't used since february of 2020, and was pleasantly surprised to find that I actually...liked what I got. I would continue using this brush for lineart until mid- to late summer.

apr: I maintain that we need a studio ghibli adaptation of the careers and lives of michèle mouton and fabrizia pons, two rally drivers from the 80s I discovered while doing research for linda fairbairn fanfic. sure, there's an animated movie based loosely on mouton's life, but it gives the michèle-coded character...magic powers. which is kind of stupid considering that at the core of michèle and fabrizia's story is hard work, friendship, determination, and overwhelming joy. so anyway I think they deserve a ghibli film. it was fun to experiment with this style so I included it here.

may: a very necessary update to this piece (since I kind of see everyone in cabin pressure as filipino except for theresa and linda). I love this picture still—it's my mobile header and I don't plan on changing it anytime soon. even though I did martin sort of dirty (but really, who's up in arms about martin nowadays!) my favorite part of the piece is either theresa and carolyn sharing a conspiratorial glance, or douglas and arthur being almost the same height. is arthur standing on a box? did he inherit height elsewhere? well, i can't decide, but should I maybe talk a little more about the specifics of my ideas of the cabin pressure crew being filipino? yes perhaps I should. but another time. another time

jun: just girly best friendz things is being a rally driving partnership for like six years, having your children around the same time as each other, and having your birthdays three days apart. I drew this for mouton and pons' birthdays and it was the first large-scale thing I did in procreate. ok confession: since then I haven't really used procreate. I know, bad of me, especially since I spent like ten dollars on the app: but sketchbook is just more intuitive under my fingers. and since I discovered alpha lock was a thing on sketchbook...

jul: ...I could make stuff like this. I drew this for the birthday of the former top target of my gender envy (it's now shifted...but I still appreciate the gender I got from him), former F1 world champion sebastian vettel. drawing all the little details in the race suits was sooo much fun honestly and i could go on and on about the specific ways this dude inspires me but. it's a little embarrassing. I'll save it for the essay.

aug: admittedly at this point i kind of had a flop era. the pen I'd been depending on (heh) since march wasn't really working with me. looking back I realize I may have over-arted myself into burnout, but at the time I didn't really think it was the problem. I also remember feeling a lot of frustration around this time because I didn't seem to have the inspiration to touch anything other than shipwright & fairbairn. luckily for my art life, I forced myself to stop drawing for something like two weeks...

sept: ...and this was the result. I think this is my favorite shipwright & fairbairn thing yet. your honor they are besties. they are besties. also, new brush! actually, it's not so much a new brush as it is a brush I used a lot before, got tired of, then changed the settings around and decided I liked it. honestly what I am fond of now for lineart is a sort of chalky (???) textured brush with a lot of variation of tip size based on pressure, but opacity is unaffected. if any of that makes sense at all! also, coloring the lineart with alpha lock so that its darker and more saturated than the flat coloring was such a game-changer. before (see january) I would just make the lineart darker than the flat coloring but not change the saturation, which made it look...meh. kind of dead. so this was a case of learn what you like and things will be okay.

oct: THE F1 AU. oh my god it lives in my head rent free. I have a lot of notes about this on the artwork's post itself so all I'll say is that thinking up all the little details and customizing the helmets was soo much fun. maybe I should have a side job as a helmet designer... should this technically be in september since most of the sketching was done in september? I say no. I did the coloring in october (also it was kind of the only thing I completed to satisfaction in october because. school became in person again and I got many times busier. turns out in-person university is very different from virtual university! /j)

nov: yet another iteration of the f1 AU! giving douglas a mustache is one of the most simultaneously inspired and cursed choices I've ever come across. (Inspired because it was ant who egged me on to to do it, cursed because...I barely know how to draw facial hair. I floundered on poor seb's picture [see july] kdajfkfjd)

dec: lastly, a work I never posted but currently use as a discord icon...my ferrarisona. yes my favorite f1 team is scuderia ferrari. I blame user fio maranello. something about the history, something about the legacy, a lot about the passion. anyway I used the 2018 ferrari suit bc that's the last time seb finished 2nd bc it's sexy. and my dream helmet is covered in sampaguita and functional groups and the reaction round the top of the helmet is a radical polymerization reaction (polypropylene, which is not my favorite but it behaves in a cool way so whatever).

#mine #em draws #art by em year in review #em retrospects

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kob131 · 3 years

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Morgan Le Fay (Alter Ego) My Room Lines

Morgause

“Master~ Can we stay here please? A moment’s rest may bring you far after all!”

“Ah, you really like to work don’t you? No no, I’m not accusing you of anything. I know your drive after all...”

“No matter what, it doesn’t seem I’ll get use to fighting. I wonder if either of those two would-ah. nevermind!”

Bond 1 “...Oh, sorry Master! I was spacing out there for a moment. I’m...not really use to being...heh, nevermind me!”

Bond 2 “Your magecraft seems a little shaky lately. Are you sure you’re feeling well? You eating well? Maybe a nice plate of meat and potatoes will make you feel better? ...Wh-what do you mean that’s too heavy?!”

Bond 3 “How strange. I’m still here. Usually I can’t remember where I’ve been or how I got where I am because...because...

...Well anyway, I can’t say it’s bad after all. I’d certainly be worried if one moment I was here with you and the next you left my sight. That-that can get rather scary...”

Bond 4 “... ... ... I can still feel them inside me, you know? ‘The Lady of The Lake’ and ‘The Fairy Witch’. My...other selves.

... Why? Why? WHY? Why do they have to exist? Why are they inside me? It’s not fair! I lost so much to them! So much of my life- Take, STOLEN from me by them! And even worst, they took my home away! I’m Morgause Pendragon, the daughter of Uther Pendragon! I am human! Not a fae! Not a witch! I. Am. HUMAN, ME!

So why can’t they just leave me alone?!”

Bond 5 “... I won’t be here for long. Even if this body were to see the end of your journey, I-I might not be the one in it. I was the first to fade away after all. It’s simply my fate...to be used and discarded by everything I love.

...Even so, I won’t run. As weak as I maybe in comparison to them...I won’t surrender a second of my time with you. With anyone. I’m here now. I am me.”

To Gawain “My son...my darling son. P-please don’t turn away! Please. I-I lost so much time with you. I can’t-I have to. Please, come embrace your mother. Before I’m gone.”

To Gareth “Gareth...my little pup. Look at you, you’ve grown up so much. I bet you had the lords at your beck and call. ... I wish I could have been there for you.”

To Agravain “Oh Agravain. It hurts to see you look at me so. And yet, it’s all my fault. If only I were stronger, if only I could overcome them. My little knight...I’m sorry.”

To Arturia “Arthur-no, Arturia isn’t it? To think I felt so bitter about what our father wanted...when there was so much to lose to that envy. I...I shall take my leave.”

To Mordred “Master, that knight over there?? That...wouldn’t happen to be Sir Mordred correct? ... Yes I assumed so, given her glares at me. Le Fay’s child with my own brother...There’s nothing I can do to help her, is there?”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “You there, the witch. You have quite the nerve to show your face here. You, who abandoned her humanity for the sake of a kingdom. Your kingdom was a shame and deserved it’s fate. Glare at me all you wish, without the three of us you would be nothing.”

Likes “What do I like? Well, I always liked cooking. It was always such a treat to see my children’s faces light up when I cooked with all my heart!”

Dislikes “...Lake fae and evil witches.”

Holy Grail “Even if it is a heresy, I would like to wish upon it. Then maybe, I can finally be free.”

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Vivian

“Master, come. We have much to do still. ...I know you must be tired, I understand your weariness. But still, we must persist.”

“There’s no need to worry about me. An adventure like this-it is a simple matter. Compared to guiding those troublesome fae...”

“Quiet, quiet, quiet. ...Sorry Master, I was...having some difficulties with...the others. Le Fay especially...”

Bond 1 “So, you have stayed by my side? How strange, most humans simply leave the lakeside after so long.”

Bond 2 “Your heart is weary. There is no point in lying. I know that feeling well myself. Perhaps I have been pushing you too hard. Come, rest. All need reprieve after all.”

Bond 3 “It seems my time has not come yet. Good. I cannot-I will not fade like before. I refuse to let things end like before.”

Bond 4 “It is so tiring. To have their thoughts, their minds inside me. Always, always a reminder. That I am more than the fae ‘Vivian’. The human princess and the raging witch-

...No. No. NO! I am here now! I will be the one to fight! I will be the one to guard the Human Order! I will be the one protect the Age of Man that Father wished for! Not the human Morgause! Not the witch Le Fay!

I am Me, Vivian, The Lady of the Lake!”

Bond 5 “Even though I am the fae Vivian, an existence incompatible with mankind. It was always the humans I loved most of all. The fae, so fickle and cruel. I guided and guarded them out of duty alone.

Why you may ask? Because it was mankind that my father Uther loved. He protected them to his last breath. And so shall I. Even if I may never see the Age of Man, I will protect and guide it. Especially you, my Master. I shall ensure your safety to death and beyond.”

To Lancelot (Berserker) “Master! Th-that figure cloaked in black! I-it can’t be! My son! This is what became of you? ... Who did this?”

To Lancelot (Saber) “I knew it. Of course my son would be here. There was no chance he wouldn’t answer the call to protect mankind. He grew into a splendid knight after all.”

To Mash “This feeling... You there, young lady with the shield. Come forward, let me take a good look. ...It really is, isn’t it? Don’t be scared young lady. I shall never hurt you. Now, come with me. I have much to discuss with you.”

To Fae Servants “*Sigh* It seems there are some troublemakers in this place isn’t there? Worry not Master, I know how to keep them on a tight leash.”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ruler of the fae, huh? How pathetic. To have resorted to such evil. I do not care what your excuses are. I lead and guarded the fae myself. I sacrificed my place in the world. I expect no less of you.”

To Arturia (Archer) “How cute, thinking that little spruit is alike to my magic. Here, let me show you what a true Excalibur Vivian can accomplish.”

Likes “Besides mankind? ...I do enjoy watching the forest creatures prance about. The little bugs especially.”

Dislike “Lazy princesses and malevolent witches. That is all I’ll say.”

Holy Grail “It is a false wish granting device isn’t it? Still, if supplied with enough mana, it might just be enough to grant my wish To gain my freedom.”

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Morgan Le Fay

“Careful now, Master. One wrong step and things will certainly go wrong. I know how much fun it is to lose yourself in the throes of battle. Hehehe...But your goal must come first.”

“That fire...that determination. Very well, I’ll join you in the fray. After all, I haven’t nearly indulged enough myself.”

“Your magecraft is rather lackluster isn’t it? Hm, whatever you call your ‘talents’, that doesn’t matter. Practice, practice, practice. Experience breeds excellence. I didn’t match Merlin with pure talent after all.”

Bond 1 “I must say, staying this way at will without being subject to the fickle whims fate...it’s rather nice. Thanks Master.”

Bond 2 “Fate is cruel. I know your pain better than most. Forced into the impossible by the will of others. But don’t let your heart waver. Through will and guile, you will gain your freedom.”

Bond 3 “Don’t hesitate to give me tasks. I find myself with more time than i know what to do with. Preferably with you around...”

Bond 4 “I’m sure you’ve heard about this before but...My other selves are still here. Deep inside, I can still here them. Their woes, their uncertainty, their hatred. All mine...

...Bwahaha! What a joke! As if I would let them trend upon me. It was my loathing that struck fear into Camelot. It was my malice that twisted the Green Knight. It was my love for Britian that allowed me to stomach sharing a bed with that liar. I am no feeble princess or passive fae. I am me, Morgan, the witch that loved Britian!”

Bond 5 “So here we stand still. I’m sure you caught on but I hate the Age of Man. Tearing away all the work I put out, fading everything I’ve done into legend. Acting as though I was never here. For it’s sins, I will always spur it.

So why am I here? Because I would rather have an Age of Man with Britian than not. Be it the destruction of history or man, I will not stand for it. I will rage and hate and burn until all is done. So long as we stand on the same ground, I will be here. I can’t trust the other two to get the job done after all.”

To Mordred “Hm, that defect of a homonculus is here? Master, you are best off sending it away. It’s incapable of following orders or performing tasks sufficiently. I would love to fix it but that’s beyond my reach.”

To Arturia (Alter) “Tch, that liar dares to attach my name to something so weak. She preaches that the strong rule over the weak, shall I teach her who is truly strong then? Gwahaha!”

To Merlin “Ah, Teacher is here too. How unusual, that fickle asshole couldn’t be asked to cut a blade of grass, let alone save humanity. He’s not even really here is he?”

To Fairy Knight Tristan “Master, this annoying brat won’t leave me alone. Acting all familiar and friendly with me... Maybe I’ll teach her what it means to truly be sadistic. Perhaps by rending her limbs asunder...”

To Arturia “So the King of Liars has come as well. Maybe a trip into Hell will teach her the place where she belongs...but that will have to wait, won’t it? She still has her uses after all...”

To Oberon-Vortigern “That mana. Another embodiment of Britian is here?! It feels like that failure Vortigern...yet...it’s so different. I must dissect him, to know!”

To Morgan (Lostbelt) “Ah yes, that other me. Heh, what a fool she turned out to be, no? She rages against man, fae and knights, wasting all her efforts in the process. Focus, my dear. Focus is the key to victory. I did not waste my time with man or fae, I put my all into the slaying of Arturia. And which of us succeeded, hm?”

Likes “A rough night with a man below me, of course.”

Dislikes “My other selves. Unlike them, I will not hide the truth.”

Holy Grail “Hm, I have no need for such a thing. Unlike them, I will not cling to a false hope. It will be my hand that cuts them out like the parasites they are.”

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Bond 10 CE: I Am...?

One minute *I’m* home with my children One minute ^I’m^ guarding those troublesome fae One minute -I’m- cackling as I tear into his flesh

The next I’m not.

It is my duty to *lead*/^guard^/-destroy- my kin No, That is *my*/^my^/-my- duty. No, it’s *mine*/^mine^/-mine-!

...Is it?

No, I am a *princess*/^guardian^/-witch-! That is not what *I*/^I^/-I- am! Stop it! This is who *I*/^I^/-I- am!

I am *me*/^me^/-me-! I am *Me*/^Me^/-Me-! I AM *ME*/^ME^/-ME-!

I am... I...am... I...

....Who am I?

#fate series #fate grand order

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merlinssaggyyfronts · 3 years

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its canon gwen and leon went looking for frogs at night as children right?? which means elyan obviously went with them too mhm? SO

gwen was a master at frog hunting. she got so many that the bucket she was carrying them in overflowed and the trio had to hunt them all down cuz the frogs got loose in leons house (this happened on more than one occassion, they never got caught once,,, if you forget the True Loves Kiss incident)

you must be wondering, op, whats the true loves kiss incident? well my dear child, the true loves kiss incident was when leons mother caught leon with two frogs, and no gwen and elyan with him.

leons mom: son, why do you have two frogs in your hands?

leon, age twelve: uh- mother! this is, uh... gwen and elyan! yes, theyve been turned into frogs by an evil sorcerer and i must turn them back!

leon’s mom who knows full well those are random ordinary frogs: ...and how do you plan on doing that?

leon: ,,true loves kiss?

leons mom: what.

leon proceeded to explain the lore behind the curse of the lady and the frog (or in this case, the servants and the squire) and true loves kiss and the (and more importantly how it was a planotic kiss, cuz romantic kisses are gross and cooties)

gwen and elyan were sitting in an alcove right next to them and heard the whole thing (and still tease him relentlessly about it)

gaius: it seems sir gwaine has been turned into a frog

elyan: heh hey leon why dont you give him the true loves kiss hmm

leon: i-

gwen: oh stop bullying the poor guy, elyan

leon: thank you guinevere-

gwen: it would have to be a platonic true loves kiss remember? sir leon wouldnt want to get cooties after all

leon: i hate you

leon is also pretty good at frog hunting (though not as good as gwen). he often times teamed up with elyan to get half as many frogs as gwen did. hes fallen off cliffs and basicaly died on numerous occassions while on the frog adventures, and gwen swears his heart stopped one too many times during those occassions (they eventually grew desensitised when leon would momentarily die then come back to life, often times playing a game of ‘who can find the coolest looking leaf’ while they wait for leon to rise from the dead once again)

leon is somewhat sad his friends dont seem to be concerned when he dies and comes back (ofc they are, its just that ignoring it out instead of thinking of you actually dying hurts bro), but atleast sometimes he gets to keep the coolest leaf they find as a “thanks for not dying“ gift, so hes content

elyan eats the frogs.

just fucking swallows those little slimy things whole. almost dies every time, but his 10 year old self swears it was worth it (and so does his older, knightly self, thank you very much). hes learned from leon to spit at god in the face and cheat death! (leon: elyan no- // gwen: ELYAN YES)

sometime after gwen became morganas maid, morgana started joining them to skip out on dinners with uther. elyan is quick to object since 1. shes a noble (“leon doesnt count cuz, yknow; hes leon” “hey!”) and 2. shes a girl (“gwen also doesnt count cuz shes *gags* gwen” “i will stab you, lil man”)

his objections are very quickly pushed aside when he sees morgana almost eat a bright red (and incredibly poisonous) frog like it was an apple to prove her superiority to him. (it worked, and he is forever in awe, and wants to actually see morgana eat said frog but gwen and leon were so terrified of accidentally killing the kings ward and getting beheaded that maybe, just maybe, he’d keep it to himself)

morganas a PRO at frog hunting. maybe it comes from her training with arthur and the knights (“but im literally a knight” “shut up leon let me have my moment”), or maybe its cuz shes just good at everything she does, but shes GOOD good.

when they get into pairs to play games (yes they do other things too, sometimes the frogs are just too boring) morgana and gwen would pair up and basically always win so they made a rule to not let those two pair up.

it was a tie at first cuz obviously they only have four people so itd be 2 against 2. the dealbreaker was arthur who chose leon and elyans side purely to dwindle morganas chances to spend time with her crush (“you spend time with her every day! whats some game pairing gonna do?” “im in love with her arthur! we need chemistry! bonding! teaming up and beating up whiny little idiots like you!” “whaT DID YOU JUST CALL ME-“)

arthur joined in once.... emphasis is once. elyan kept giving him dirty looks cuz hes the bloody prince and thus a major arse and at one point convinced him to eat a poisonous worm to prove his manliness (“elyan why would you attempt to assassinate the prince?!” “it was FUNNY OKAY-“), and wouldve died if it werent for the fact they were close enough to gaius’ chambers to be able to revive him.

he was basically banned from going with them ever again (“see this is why we dont go to gaius when leon dies!” “shut up and help me find a cool leaf, elyan”)

random detail: the buckets they’d use are faded green (morgana supplied with the dye- they used to be buckets with metal frog eyes and legs molded onto them (curtesy of our favourite blacksmith children of course).

they stopped going frog hunting as they got older and thus gained more responsibilities, but there were occassions where they’d go.

one of which being elyan running away. on that same night, leon downright ran to gwens house as soon as he heard (and was finished with his duties), frog buckets in his hands. on the outside it did look pretty weird cuz why is a knight of camelot carrying some tiny frog buckets, but leon doesnt care. gwen needed cheering up cuz his brother was a lil shit and hes supplying it. (“dont you have patrol today?” “its in the knights code to be loyal, gwen. im showing my loyalty to you by dragging you froghunting to cheer you up!” “...isnt it also in the knights code to be honest? how did you get out of patrol?” “....um.”)

another occassion was when arthur became crown prince (more specifically after the whole tristan du bois incident) and was basically dragged a crossbow-point to go frog hunting with them (‘them’ being leon and morgana, cuz apparently gwen and merlin had some business to attend to (much to both morgana and arthurs dismay).

sometimes, when the world feels like its caving in on them, leon and gwen like to go frog hunting together. they’d reminisce about the time morgana beat up a badger to defend gwens honor, or the time arthur (who sneaked out with them that one other time) accidentally kebab’d three different toads, or that time elyan wore gwens dress to prove it wasnt that hard to run in dresses (it was. he failed miserably and sprained his ankle)

or they’d just sit by a stream where leon died once, and mourn the members of their little group and what fate brought them.

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nextstopparis · 3 years

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3 9 20 29 for arwaine? (I'm the weakest link :))

JKNDXWKJX I KNEW MY CYBERBULLYING DAYS WOULD COME TO HAUNT ME but its not like it worked anyway</3 rip. THANK YOU!!! ive been missing gwart (ALSO THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY):

3. Most common argument?

probably some really stupid shit like. who the better swordsman is. and then they keep trying to find out but BOTH OF THEM KEEP CHEATING. or hm. if its modern times then it'd be like. even dumber. gwaine would make it his lifes mission to (make arthur rip his hair out) convince arthur that like. canada is fake. or that the sun is a planet. OR OH MY GOD YOU KNOW WHAT? THERES THIS ONE CONSPIRACY THEORY THING called last thursdayism or something?? where one believes EVERYTHING was created last thursday, like memories and monuments and history and stuff and there is NO WAY TO DISPROVE IT TECHNICALLY so gwaine would keep bringing it up. arthur goes red in the face every time and needs to leave the room to calm himself down.

9. Who worries the most?

omg arthur. that mother hen r u kidding??? worrying is like half of his dna lmfao. esp. bc gwaines you know, heh. A LIL chaotic (only a tiny bit though. obviously). so he gets in impossible situations like ALL THE TIME so arthur has to have like. contingency plan after contingency plan on all the diff ways to 1)keep gwaine out of trouble or 2)how to get gwaine out of it bc 1 didnt work out (and it usually doesnt bc gwaine's ~snazy~ like that and works around 1). also he would worry abt the little things too like. he forces gwaine to wear his hair in a bun during training bc the suns too hot and also bc it keeps getting in his face. (this isnt to say gwaine doesn't worry tho bc he'd be the one to drag arthur away from reports and stuff so that they could hve some fun sword fighting since its both of their favourite activities).

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

i think their friends are ECSTATIC (bc they r in LOVE and also theres just so much teasing material and like. they were tired of them dancing around each other u know) and also equally fucking ANNOYED bc they are both annoying but HOLY SHIT together???? goodness give me a break. all that "im better with a sword" "no i am" "no youre not" "yes i-" like goodness. give them a BREAK!! did u see how fucking annoyed merlin was in 3.12? thats what its like. all the time. but also theyre the annoying couple that are disgustingly adorable and just. everything is so all over the place. but its fun. and cute. but annoying. but charming?

uther tries Not to think about it and gwaine's sister keeps teaming up with arthur and tells him stupid baby gwaine stories. in retribution, morgana helps gwaine push his "last thursdayism" or whatever agenda. at least everyone can say theyre never bored??

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

this is rlly hard bc gwarts my feel good ship:(((( hm. i dont think either would ever truly believe/know how much the other loved them tbh. like i think arthur would be in constant awe of it/never really know why he deserves it and would always be really scared of doing One wrong thing bc he thinks its so fragile that one thing would end it all. gwaine, likewise, i think would always hve that low self worth quietly eating away at him. like. what if someone better comes along or what if he gets bored of me or whatever. like i do think the other would always somehow ease those fears (unintentionally bc GOD FORBID THEY TALK ABT FEELINGS) but you know. the brain can b a real bitch.

#THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!! hvnt had gwart content in a while!!!!!#this was so fun i love them so much djnxdmx #bbc merlin #gwart #OR IF YOURE THE WEAKEST LINK #like donttouchtheneednoggle is #arwaine #ask

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thisarthurandeames · 4 years

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Fanon Arthur is closer to Canon Eames and Vice Versa

If you haven’t already seen the post where I talk about canon Arthur being different from fanon, check it out!!

If you want

Announcement again: your opinions are valid always, even if I may be going at this hard right now.

[more below the line]

Also aksdjskfh in my last post, I tried to make it so neutral and not shippy that I completely forgot to add how he treats Eames without making it A/E oops- (I shall fix that when I make an A/E version

I’ll just go ahead and say it.

Eames is a bit prissy. More than Arthur is, anyway. He’s a downright b-word, but in a lovely way.

It isn’t to say he’s not nice or playful or anything, he is, I’ll get to that.

But he’s also very ,,,, reclusive. Which is not how everyone perceived him.

Simply put, he’s approachable when he wants to be, but he isn’t a “Oh, I love everyone, hello sweetheart, let me give you a hug” kind of a person.

I don’t know if I’d say he’s socially awkward or he just likes it that way, that can be up to you and your fics. But what I do know if that he isn’t a super friendly approachable guy who flirts with everyone (I’m so sorry).

No offence to babe but he’s very brood-y aksjdjjdhj— I love him.

Eames takes his job seriously, and tbh I’m not sure if the trope of him being slow/tad bit stupid actually used a lot or not, but I’ve seen a few and I just want to say he’s very smart, as well. He’s sort of the one who built the entire plan, really (with Arthur to fix up).

When it comes to people, Eames is picky. He’s select. It isn’t to say he hates everyone, but I think he goes by the vibes.

For example, he couldn’t care less if Cobb got hurt or anything (literally any scene in Mombasa. “Don’t know. Let’s see if they start shooting” and the VERY poor distraction of Freddy Simmons and how he immediately gives up ahdhdjsj —he also looks at Cobb with the car later like “... so you lived? Hm ....... how ....... pleasant.”)

He outright says so at the last level, when Cobb and Ariadne are going to the limbo, he tells them that he doesn’t care if they make it back, but he’s getting out of there. And he says it with no sarcasm or sympathy too pfft.

But he definitely cares for people, people who clearly has a history with like Arthur, telling him to “be back before the kick”, aka telling him to be safe (guys I swear I’m doing a neutral POV, that’s just how it went, I’ll make another one for A/E later 😭). He also cares about Yusuf, clearly, not just because he recommends him while at Mombasa, but also because he pipes up to say “Bit too much champagne before take off, eh, Yusuf?” He doesn’t usually chime in, not while he’s not being spoken to, and not to jab at people, so that was ✨friendship ✨ at its peak.

That isn’t to say he’s only like that with his friends/people he knows a well!!

He’s only known Saito for a short amount of time, but he’s taken a liking to him. That’s very visible in the second level, when they’re in the lift and Eames is forging the girl without him being aware of that. And the last bit when Saito's dying and they have that "no place for a tourist" moment, and he makes sure Saito isn't unarmed before he leaves!!

Basically, if Eames vibes with you, he vibes with you.

He’s definitely sensitive with defense mechanisms. He looks like he feels quite attacked when someone takes a jab a him and him saying it was condescension when Arthur compliments him just ajshjdjsj, oh my poor boy ❤️

All this isn’t to say that he’s sad and edgy all the time, he’s not, not really. He has his fun, but he does his work, and he doesn’t do things he doesn’t want to.

Rewatching the movie many times has made me circle back over and over to the point that Eames is a closed off serious type of guy in general. He’s playful and nice around the people he already likes, not to everyone. I feel like that’s quite important to note. Eames is actually quite quiet (heh). Calm. A bit broody. Mysterious. Intimidating to a few people for sure. Very level headed and to the job. Intelligent >>>> (he basically came up with the Inception job + attempted it before). He also thinks about what to say before he does, so that’s something to think about.

But that’s just him on the surface. ^ most of it you would see if you didn’t know him that well, or he’s in the middle of planning a job and etc.

I could actually go one about Eames for days ajdhjsjdh there’s a lot I have to say about him on top of his daddy issues.

In conclusion, characters have many dimensions, and your dimensions are very valid, but there are some characteristics that get so lost into fanon that a lot of people forget about how they really were in the movie sometimes. (But fanon is so amazing too! They’re written super well and it’s cool to see variety.)

But uHm yes, these got a bit long plus I wrote it while it was late, but do let me know if you want to talk about it some more because I’ve spoken about this many many times and I probably forgot a bunch of points!!

OH AND— thank you for coming to my Ted Talk :))

As a reward, I shall remind you of when this cheeky dork threw the charge at the projections, aka not real people, and gave them a thumbs up. Yeah.

#oh how i love him as well #ann has many. many thoughts.#yet again #I had like a few things more to add but I have McForgotten #inception meta #thisarthurandeames #Inception (2010)#Eames (Inception)#inception #tom hardy #uhhhh can I tag this real quick as #arthur x eames #dream husbands #dreamhusbands #i also completely forgot to proof read and etc sjhdjks #i am so overwhelmed with the support in the previous post omg thank you all so much

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glass-frogs-and-dragons · 2 years

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Frustration and Dragons

Warnings: None

Pairing: Lancelot x Gwaine

Word count: 698 words

Gwaine was done. No. Even that was an understatement. His muscles screamed in pain, his legs were about to collapse and there was more mud covering his body than actual clothes. The worst thing was that Arthur had punished him for goodness knows what and now he was forced to study a bloody book about Greece. He knew this shit! Why on earth did the princess want him to study a book about Greece of all things?

The knight groaned as he stumbled into his chambers. He was used to it, the stumbling I mean, but don’t get me wrong- it was usually while he was inebriated and so he didn’t feel a thing until the next morning. He hastily tore off his mud-soaked clothes and stepped into a tube, cleaning his bruised body the best he could.

When he was done, he put on some clean breeches and a blue shirt and sat on his bed, opening the book. What he saw there, however, was not what he expected.

Inside the book, there was another thinner, Prussian blue cover with a simple title written in golden letters.

“δράκους”*

Gwaine frowned. He had learnt the basics of Greek when he was younger, but he barely remembered. Passing the pages he found out that the book was actually in English, something which he could understand, but to his surprise, the book was about one of the few magical creatures he had heard a lot about, yet had never seen: dragons. His hazel eyes widened as he sat up straight, observing the illustrations drawn carefully in black ink and the descriptions beside them.

He was so immersed while reading about the Leviathan that he didn’t notice someone walking inside his chambers. He was so absorbed in his lecture that the only thing that made him look up was the warm lips that pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Gwaine’s hazel eyes looked up to Lancelot’s coffee brown ones, and his lips twisted into a childish grin.

“Hey, Lance!”

“Hello Gwaine,” The shorter knight sat in front of him. “What are you reading?”

The long-haired knight’s eyes immediately widened in panic, realizing that the book could essentially send him to the pyre. After all, all dragons were killed during the purge.

“I- well… I… um… Well… I was just… Greece! Reading about Greeks and their myths. Did you know that… uh… the… the Amazons! Warrior women, no men. Absolutely amazing… heh,”

Lancelot raised an eyebrow at his rambling and peeked inside the book. When he saw what was inside he let out a subtle gasp, then stood up to close the door.

“Who gave this to you, Gwaine?” He asked softly, his eyes never leaving the younger knight’s hazel orbs.

“Believe it or not, Arthur did.”

Lancelot frowned.

“Arthur?”

“Yeah, he might have thought it was a book on Greece or something.”

“Oh, Gwaine…” The bronze-skinned man looked up at his lover, his eyes clouded with worry.

The long-haired knight bit his lip and then decided to speak up. “What’s... going on inside that pretty head of yours, love?”

“I think it would be safer… if Gaius and Merlin kept this.”

Gwaine raised an eyebrow.

“Why them?”

Now, the knight knew the answer. He had seen Merlin ‘help’ them out countless times when bandits had attacked, but he wanted to hear it from another mouth. He knew Lancelot knew too.

“Well… I…” Lancelot stuttered and hesitated. “I can’t… Gwaine…”

“So Merlin does have magic.”

Lancelot spluttered and tried to make excuses, but to no avail. Gwaine smiled and pressed his lips to Lancelot’s forehead and murmured:

“I already knew, this was just to make sure. I will never hurt Merlin intentionally and you know it, love. I just want him to tell me when he feels that he can trust me, as much as that hurts.”

The short-haired male swallowed hard and looked up at Gwaine’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give the book to them.”

The long-haired knight then gave his lover a wolfish smirk and pressed his lips to the other’s, making them both melt against each other in a blissful kiss.

“It will be okay, love.”

#gwaine #lancelot #gwaincelot #my writing #dragons #but only mentioned #i mean #bbc merlin #eeeeh #short and sweet #?#maybe?#yes?

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Mystery Skulls -The Future

Alright, now that I’ve watched “Mystery Skulls Animated -The Future” and am now done screaming into a pillow because I never could have predicted THAT ending in a million years, let me get some initial thoughts down…

*Whenever I listen to “Enemy” I always think how perfectly this fits with not only Arthur and Lewis’s situation but Mystery and Shiromori’s as well so cue a pleased, “Oh!” from me that a snippet of “Enemy” made its way into the beginning of this video. Very nice!

*I’ve completely been expecting for two years that, as soon as doubt crept over Lewis’s skull, that the cave would disappear and Arthur would simply land back in the truck unharmed so that wasn’t a surprise. What WAS a surprise is that, I admit, I had fully convinced myself that the gunshot sound at the end of “Hellbent” was Lance shooting Shiromori so the reveal that it was Lewis all along that was the target really made me dramatically gasp!

*Gunshots obviously don’t affect a ghost… except for the one that went through Lewis’s chest aka his death wound which is one of those details that make you go, “Actually that DOES make a kind of sense. Ghosts WOULD be sensitive in the area that killed them.”

It also shows that Lewis isn’t entirely in control of his actions. Ghosts are beings of pure emotion and it doesn’t take much for him to go right back to irrational anger and rough up Lance which is… not cool, man. He’s going to be sorry later when he can think straight!

*The bit with the changing photograph… At this moment in time, my early thoughts are that with the first photo being only of Lewis and Vivi, it symbolises that Lewis has kept only Vivi in his heart.

Arthur is a green-eyed demon who Lewis must get Vivi away from before it is too late and Mystery is just a dog. He’s irrelevant.

However, when Arthur touches the locket, it reactivates another memory, one in which they were all a solid group and that they were happy. Lewis is clearly shocked to see this new image and when focus is also brought to Lewis’ eye(s) being visible in this photo (I’m going to set aside that they were visible in “Ghost” as well until the photo was redrawn for “Freaking Out” as I think this is pretty much a last minute idea in-between videos) it also serves to remind him of who he used to be. Eyes are a window to the soul after all and I think a small truth just broke through Lewis’ anger there enough to make him drop to his knees and weep black tears. Very effective especially when this is paired with the line, “I’m worried ‘bout the future… and fucking with the past.”

And then of course the truck blows up before they can dwell on this any longer! I love Arthur and Lewis’ dazed, “What just happened?” faces!

*Vivi takes the fact that her dog is actually a fox very well but then again she also has a ghost, a plant lady and her own ancestor connecting with her across the centuries to mentally process as well so that’s understandable.

She’s also a surprisingly effective badass (granted she is getting some help from Mushi) which was brilliantly displayed in the animation, the camera movement, the angles, the special effects… everything on screen! Not bad for someone who has spent most of this series either running from things or being unconscious! A certain Vine though, wouldn’t get out of my head -“Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God AND anime on my side!!”

*Heh. Shiromori had a manicure in-between videos. ;)

*I really didn’t have any solid ideas as to how the Shiromori problem would be resolved but I still wasn’t expecting that! I actually shrieked out loud and I’m usually so quiet on first viewings! The horror and regret over both her and Mystery’s faces though (those are definitely, -“I didn’t want things to end like this”- tears in Shiro’s eyes) tell me that she doesn’t deserve this. She’s just a plant that let jealousy and a blood-addiction get out of control!

The only thing that gives me hope is that her heart wasn’t actually destroyed; it’s just flown off somewhere across the parking lot. She can still be regrown and start anew!

*The ending. The very definition of a, “Well, I didn’t see THAT one coming!” ending. I guess that confirms a thought that the Green Spirit can only really possess a heart that is in turmoil, one that has its guard down so to speak.

I presume it’s easy for it to grab onto “simple things” such as small animals and severed arms but when it comes to complicated living humans and magical creatures it has to wait for the right circumstances and Mystery’s heart breaking over Shiromori’s fate is just what it was looking for.

Of course there is still the question of why it is doing this. Yes, Mystery is the biggest threat so it’s taking him out of the equation but is its murderous target the whole of Mystery Skulls or just Lewis? The fact that Lewis is adopted and doesn’t know where he came from is really significant to me. It raises the possibility that the Green Spirit killed Lewis as part of a blood vendetta against his birth family that he is not even aware of. I’ll have to wait and see whether the Green Spirit and Lewis’ true backstory is even something that can be told in music video form but I really don’t think it’s causing all this death and chaos simply because it’s bored and doing this would be funny.

*I do notice that Mystery has two plasters on his heart which have to refer to his two missing tails that the Ancestor has to be responsible for. They both appear to grow back though, both as a reaction to Vivi and Shiromori getting really hurt and to the Green Spirit’s possession; it’s not only taking him over but restoring him back to his prime… just with some added decoration (love the collar changing from a ‘?’ to a ‘!?’).

I’m not sure what to think that Vivi’s shade of blue and Shiromori’s white comes pouring out of the plastered areas when they are injured nor of all the liquid seeping out of Mystery’s heart that matches several characters’ colour scheme… and then his mouth turns green… Possibly it is just meant to represent all the different thoughts and feelings that Mystery is going through right now; all the emotions concerning everyone in his life and the mistakes he’s made with them that the Green Spirit is able to latch on to and corrupt from within.

Possibly when Mystery removed the Green Spirit in the first place, a piece of it remained inside him that the arm can connect with… because I don’t think a zombified arm literally crawled inside Mystery’s wounds and grabbed his heart at the end there!

*For most of the video, I was gasping, shrieking and letting off the occasional distressed whimper… but I really had to clap a hand over my mouth hard to stop myself from screaming with laughter at the end credit scene! Vivi and Arthur just spoke for us all, didn’t they…!?

*Final thoughts: I’ve been really hoping that the song “Magic” will be picked for the last part; it just sounds like a finale song, it speaks to me of happy endings and I have seen posts by Mystery Ben from a few years ago that he would really like to use “Magic” at some point in this story… but with this cliff-hanger, I’m having a hard time picturing the finale going cheerfully right into this peppy tune!

They could of course begin with a sample of a completely different darker song at first and then go into “Magic” but still! I’m not sure now… Wait… a few years ago, an artist named Yuramec posted an animatic of “Magic” on Youtube featuring their own character, Leopold being chased by a demonic spirit (that also has three eyes!) until the spirit is battered down with good magic and turns back into an innocent little ghost girl. Mystery Ben made a comment (Which must be on his Tumblr as I can’t find it on YouTube but I KNOW I’m not making this up!) saying that it was a funny coincidence that this video contains some ideas that he also wanted to implement for MSA but of course, he couldn’t say which ideas due to spoilers… Baring in mind as to what has happened to Mystery and his corruption, is this… is this what Ben was talking about…?

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls the future #mystery skulls animated #Lewis pepper #arthur kingsmen #Vivi Yukino #mystery the kitsune #shiromori #mystery looks like something out of soul eater #i am both excited and terrified

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carnelianns · 4 years

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Guess who’s back, back again. Hiya hun! Could you do a scenario where Arthur, Leo and Theo find out MC is a sensitive crybaby? Like most of the time MC is a cool calm and collected but there are just some days where the smallest comment will make her burst into hysteric sobs. Anyway please and thank you hun😊

aaa i love ur requests (≧◡≦) ♡

Leonardo da Vinci

Many times has Leonardo fallen asleep whilst working on a new invention, head resting languidly on his arms in the midst of the scattered papers and machineries on his desk.

Many times has he also awoken to said papers and machineries neatly set aside, a warm, pink blanket now resting on his broad shoulders and a pillow nestled in between his face and the hard wood of the desk.

His thoughts have drifted long and wide in his journey to figure out who his mysterious benefactor is, but Sebastian’s confirmation only leaves him, well, awed, for lack of better terms.

Because never did he expect for it to be you. It’s not a question of kindness, more of warmth — what can he expect from someone so cool and composed, after all? It’s frightening, actually; how you remind him so much of a certain poised friend he happens to have.

Which brings his mind racing when he hears your soft sniffles, or feels the slight drip of your tears on his back as you lay the familiar blanket on him. Why were you crying? Is it an impostor? Did something happen? Arthur cause you trouble again?

His thoughts are thwarted when you brush stray strands of his hair out of his face, still sniffling as you say, “Why do you overwork yourself so often, Leo?”

… What. “Cara mia.. Are you crying… because I fell asleep?”

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from lifting him up and out of his small act, incredulous look turning into a wide grin at your surprised look, and the way you make no move to wipe the still-flowing tears.

“Yeah.”

Your reply is simple, Leonardo struggling to pick between laughing out loud or gaping at you.

So he decides to do both. With his mouth wide open, he laughs, messily ruffling your hair.

“You’re adorable, bambina, but it’s fine.” His large, calloused hands move from your hair down to your eyes, wiping away the salty tears flowing down your face. “A little overworking won’t kill me.” Far from it.

Shaking your head defiantly, Leonardo’s eyes widen when you pull away, crossing your arms with a slight pout that only seems to surprise him more.

“Don’t do it again.”

His mouth is agape for a while, before he scoffs slightly, “Heh. You drive a hard bargain.”

When his eyes catch the slight tremble in your bottom lip and the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, Leonardo is quick to straighten.

Clearing his throat, he nods, “I won’t do it again.”

It’s silent for a moment before you give him one last sniffle, nod, then proceed to walk away, leaving a very confused Leonardo alone in his library.

The dim lights of the room only do wonders to outline the slowly growing amusement on his face, if the smirk he’s sporting doesn’t get the point across. An intriguing little thing you are, really.

Arthur Conan Doyle

“Awh, is my wee, little baby sad? Is she going to cry, now?”

You sniffle, “Yeah.”

And Arthur was then faced with a sobbing mess of a girl he didn’t even think could cry. Ever-observant is he, though he failed to have noticed how sensitive you actually are, all until he’s witnessing it first hand.

Sure, he’s been faced with a handful of weeping patients, or some blubbering, past flings who thought they could have something more, but never really an Ice Queen like yourself breaking down because of his mere teasing.

“C-Christ,” he mumbles under his breath before crossing the distance between the two of you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder.

When you make no move, he continues, stammering slightly, “I’m so, so sorry, love. Do you, uh, want a hug? Or – or do you want to.. slap me? I’m fine with that as well. We’re good acquaintances; the female hand and I, y’know..?”

He’s then met with a light slap to his face — more of a tap, really. Arthur isn’t expecting for your arms to find purchase around his waist immediately after, leaving him as stiff as a scarecrow when they do.

When the more logical part of his brain — the one that isn’t going haywire at the current events — finally kicks in, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, his other hand softly caressing your head as he whispers nothing but sweet apologies into your ear.

Your name gently makes its way out of his lips, in a way you’re sure will be stuck in the back of your head.

“I apologise, I truly do, love. For the teasing, and for calling you a baby, and for, uh, everything else. Please forgive me?”

You pull away after a while, ignoring the lack of warmth in your body as you avert your gaze, hastily wiping away the remnants of your breakdown.

“No snitching, Arthur.”

He smirks, seemingly reverting back to normal as he pinches your cheeks like one does a child’s. “Of course not, darling.”

Arthur won’t admit that the image of you crying haunts him, or that he’s now awfully more cautious with his teasing jabs at you.

Theodorus van Gogh

Theo woke up this morning to prepare for a journey to scout a place for Vincent’s newest exhibition — certainly not to witness you transform into a blubbering mess he has to clean up.

In hindsight, he does admit the comment he threw your way was a bit harsher than usual — can’t help it, he’s stressed — but never did he expect you to actually burst out crying.

Stiffness seizing his limbs, he awkwardly clears his throat, having thought three minutes is far too long a time to still be staring at you.

“Hon—” Stopping to recalculate his words, he nods slightly at himself, “Uh, girl…”

You look up at him, quieting down, his cerulean orbs meeting your puffy eyes. Okay. Now what the fuck do I do.

“I’m sorry.. for calling you a troublesome shit goblin..?”

You blink for a moment, inhaling. Then burst out into an even louder, blubbering mess that only has Theo wide-eyed and jaw slacked, distraughtly running his fingers through already-messy locks.

Not once has he seen a crack in your unperturbed armour, and to see you like this, well — he feels horrible, if the regret coursing through his veins is anything to go by.

“Hondje,” he lifts your chin up with his knuckle, moving both hands to cup your tear-stricken face. Wiping the tears away with long, lithe fingers, Theo looks straight into your eyes, “I’m sorry, okay? I hate seeing you like this, so… Stop crying? Please?”

The genuine concern in those bright eyes causes you to reduce your sobs to sniffles, the both of you staying in that exact position until you finally calm down, nodding in an attempt to ask him to let go.

Theo’s hands linger on your surprisingly warm face for a few more moments before he retracts them, an awkward silence filling the room.

“... Don’t tell anyone what you saw today, Theo,” you utter, though he finds it hard to take your red nose and even redder eyes seriously.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and midway to snarking out another comment when he sees your fidgeting stance.

Softening, he sighs, messing with his blowsy locks once more. “Of course not. Just leave already, yeah?”

He half-heartedly shoos you away, eyes following your leaving form all the way out of the living room.

“... Kindje,” he mumbles to himself, proceeding to walk in the opposite direction of the one you left in. A complete and utter baby.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #leonardo da vinci #leo #arthur conan doyle #theodorus van gogh #theo #scenario #drabbles #drabble

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ikevamp-annalyne · 4 years

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Hey! I am asking again for a headcanon! Since I am a trouble-maker female and since I never see post about it, how would some of the suitors react to a mischievous(i don't know if it's well spelled😂😅) trouble-maker MC, who at the first look seems innocent and child-like(even if she's in her twenties) . I am asking this hc for Theo, Leo, Arthur, Jean and Dazai (but if they are too many, just for Theo, Arthur and Dazai). Love you and your blog💕💞❤️, you are amazing🥺💖

Hello there! ( ´ิ(ꈊ) ´ิ) Thank you so much for requesting again and omg, the compliments go right to my heart T^T thank you! Here goes nothing, then! ／(=´x`=)＼

Theodorus:

Oh God he hates troublemakers -or more like, he wants to hide he actually like them, like his bff Arthur-. He will do anything to prevent Vincent from approaching your troublemaker self -you innocent-faced devil-

Everytime you are near, he will look everywhere to see if you have pull out any prank: buckets full of water above the doors, strings at the base of doors to make them trip, pancakes made with pepper and not sugar...

He gets very suspicious of you, yeah. But you already changed his maple syrup for gravy and he got so mad he ran after you in the whole mansion to stuff your mouth with these inhuman pancakes!

However, he really likes you and find it amusing at times -especially since you're this cute-. He only really gets annoyed if: you messed with his pancakes, pranked Vincent and/or messed with his paintings, teamed up with Arthur.

He will get back to you at some point, messing with your food and replacing your water with vinegar. And honestly, you loved it when you realised it was him. Because he counterattacked and it was unexpected.

Leonardo:

He laughs a lot. Any prank pulled on him makes him laugh for a good while. Hiding his coat? He found it in 5 minutes -hanging in a tree...- and he laughed like a maniac. Flour in a book? He laughs and just cleans his clothes.

But he knows it is all your doing and he gets back to you right away. Not pulling pranks on you, but rather punishing you: "Cara Mia, it was funny. You're a troublesome little lady, aren't you? Come with me."

What he does? Either making you clean your mess or going to the Comte's room to "design" a brand new prank Leonardo wants to pull on his friend. And if it is the prank option, Comte beats the crap out of his friend.

Still, you keep on pranking Leonardo just to hear him laugh his heart out. You coated his apples in peppers, replaced his rouge by tomato juice, hid his sketches under the mess of his room...

He laughs if off but he will reprimand you if you go too far and it is dangerous. "Cara Mia, life's all fun, I know. But not this far. It's dangerous. Could have hurt yourself." He says while patting your head.

Arthur:

He lives for pranks and will be glad to be of help. Pull a prank on him, he gets annoyed. Pull pranks on other residents, he laughs like a maniac and high fives you for the good entertainment it was.

He will give you inspiration for your new pranks and will also participate if it deals with Theodorus, Dazai and Isaac. But if it is Comte? Heh, he always gets punished by Mama Comte so... He avoids all troubles with him.

But your favourite victim is still Arthur and poor him. Replacing his coffee with soy sauce, startling him with a whistle, hiding his glasses... At times, he is really annoyed but since it is you and your innocent face... He forgives.

But he will get back to you and pull pranks loads of pranks on you as well, and then punishing you with surprise butt slaps, cheek pinching or kisses. And because you like these, you intensify the pranks.

Everyday means a new prank, or you wandering somewhere and no one knows where and everyone is dead worried and Arthur finds you and makes sure to punish you the sexiest worst way possible... *coughcough*

Jean:

Why. Why would you be troublesome around this pure baby. He falls in all the traps you make. He falls for every prank. He ended up soaked from head to toe by a bucket of iced water above his door.

The worst? He keeps on thinking God is behind all of this and that he deserves it. He doesn't know you are behind all these things. And when the other residents tell him, he doesn't believe them and defends you.

However, if you cause trouble by hiding, going somewhere dangerous like a forest, wandering somewhere else than the mansion without anyone knowing it, he will be the first one looking for you.

And when he finds you, be ready for the punishment. He will shout at you, hit the back of your head because of how afraid he was. So for his sake, you decide to keep up with the innocent pranks, not more.

But you pull out nicer pranks on him: for example, one day, you made a card with a heart popping out of it. He was surprised and startled, but since you signed it, he smiled and went to you for a cute kiss.

Dazai:

It becomes a competition on who is going to be more troublesome than the other. Pranks, hide-and-seek, cooking contest, playing in the stairs, jumping from the window... You two together are a mess.

Everyone is tired of your antics and will slap the heck out of you two when you go too far. Comte will be as severe with you as he is with the other, since you are a troublemaker just like them...

You two often get punished: cleaning the kitchen, taking out the trash -Sebastian definitely did not laugh when you put Dazai in the trash bin and pushed him in the garden-, hanging the laundry...

Honestly, you always have new ideas for pranks and causing troubles. Sometimes, you both go too far and hurt yourselves -you tried to use the hung sheets as swing; the rope broke and you both fell hard on the ground-

You will cut a bit on the pranks after all these wounds, but you keep provoking tiny troubles: Dazai will always giggle and his laugh drives you nuts. You will also stop all things dangerous for you both.

I hope you liked it! By mischievous, I picture a pranking MC; I hope it is what you meant! (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ

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