#this concept is so dear to me… add on if you have more i’ll go crazy

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Im so happy to have spent this year talking with you and sharing all my ideas with you! Honestly 2023 was such a year I’ll have many memories of, but I can’t wait for 2024. (My genetics appointment is tomorrow as of writing this so those results will kinda determine how my year goes I suppose!) you’re literally the sweetest, most wonderful creator I’ve ever met and I can’t help but be honored to be your dear boo boo bear🎐 anon! I hope we continue to interact this year and hopefully more Dottore crumbs please Mihoyo!! I desperately want Dottore crumbs so we can both talk about them together! I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you so much, your writings always lift up my mood and your add-ons to my stories make my days so much more special and brighter. Honestly, I never expected Zandy to become so popular on this page and yet he did! He was honestly just a little thought that ended up blossoming into more and I love seeing others expand on Zandy. I always feel so giddy seeing others talk about Zandy it makes my heart all happy!! With how happy your page and anons make me you all could cure my chronic illness if that was even possible! However, I have a little drabble to start the new year. I’m giving you so much many chu chus! Expect a lot of those this year hehe, it’s been SO COLD I need cuddles T_T but I love you so so much smooches please take care of yourself and make sure you get loads of rest! I’ll always be here to tuck you in and cuddle with you >.< Definitely expect more this week hopefully if m not too busy!! Moving on to drabble:

Seeing as a new year has finally arrived, I like to think that on New Year’s Eve, fragile!reader would be reminiscent of the past year and somewhat happy knowing they can hopefully live to see another year despite their fragility. However, Dottore sees it as a punch to his face. Another year has passed, and he still cannot cure his dear lover. Empty promises of curing them, but when? The year has already ended, and he fears they won’t make it to the next. Their time is limited if he can’t cure them, but he has to find a way, he promised them. So while they both stand next to each other waiting for the countdown, they both think of opposite views of the year. One filled with happiness for making through it, while the other filled with anger for failing once again.

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎐 ANON!! 🥹🥹 I'm so happy you're my boo boo 🎐 anon too, whenever I see you in my inbox I always smile and I'm so glad you're here too! (I really hope your appointment goes well my dear! I'm wishing only the best for you! 💗💗) But me? I don't just want Dottore crumbs. I want a whole MEAL 😤 I'm tired of waiting!! And I can't wait to talk about them with you too 🎐 anon hehe it's gonna be so much fun! NWJDEWJD I think we all have to thank you for baby Zandy... 😭 he's literally the cutest munchkin ahh we love Zandy in this house... Giving you much mwahs and hugs more! *cuddles you* Please make sure to rest a lot too! AND AHHHH THE DRABBLE IM GOING INSANE-

ARGGGGH THE ANGST SO GOOD... I imagine Dottore does not care at all for New Year's and all of that, i mean, after all, he has been alive for centuries. The years passing just pass, they don't mean too much anymore. But you? You still love them! Your conception of time is a lot different from his, you have been asleep for centuries so you appreciate the New Year's for what it is! Another year of being with your dear Zandik! Yeah, there's been a lot of ups and downs this year but, you're just grateful to have another chance with your lover. (You probably let Zandy stay up late for the New Year!! 😭) BWJDBWED i can't. Poor Dottore, I imagine he despised the New Year even more when you were asleep because it was yet another year of being along. Of not having the one person he cared about with him. At the very least, although he's upset at himself for failing you, you're here with him now. At least, that's what you say to him when you see his expression. (He didn't need to say it out loud. You just knew.)

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #eats ur message UR TOO KIND I SWEAR #trust me i love and appreciate u even more efjkefefw ur brainrots are always so cute! (and u too cutie!)

[stardustshimmer]

I know that Marx is your favorite character, but whats your exact opinion on him?

Gather ‘round, my dear internet friends. It’s Story Time with Stardust!

Today’s story…

How Marx Became my Favorite Kirby Character

…

Ok so back when I was first getting into the series, I was recommended a lot of “Kirby Characters in Vines” vids on YouTube. So I watched ‘em and enjoyed ‘em, even though I had absolutely no idea who half of those characters were besides Kirby, Meta Knight, and Dedede.

Marx was in a lot of them. And I was like “okay who is this dude???” Like out of all characters shown, he had most of my interest.

I’ll go ahead and mention that at that time, my first accessible Kirby games were through Switch Online. I had just beat Adventure, and had started to give Super Star a try. I didn’t really like it at first because I couldn’t get used to the backwards controls. So I kinda dropped it after a little.

Flash forward to when I was playing Classic Mode as Kirby in Smash Ultimate. I don’t exactly remember if this was before or after I purchased and started playing Star Allies, but I’m assuming it was before that. I reach the final stage, and there he is. That same purple jester. That was kind of a mind blowing moment for me because I was like WHAT IS HE DOING HERE????

Obviously, since I kinda sucked at Smash, I had to skip finishing Classic Mode.

I found out that Marx was a Dream Friend in Star Allies and I was like “WHWHSHWHWHSS HE IS EVERYWHERE. WHO IS HE???”

Seeing that he was the final boss in Super Star, I watched a playthrough of the whole game on YouTube and was like “you know what I might actually give Super Star another chance.”

So I did.

Little by little, I made my way through Spring Breeze, Dynablade, The Great Cave Offensive, and Revenge of Meta Knight using that same playthrough as my crutches.

Until finally, one fateful day, I did it. I had made it to Milky Way Wishes.

Getting through it was a fun, yet challenging experience (I absolutely despise the difficulty of the Heart of Nova segment. It had absolutely NO RIGHT being THAT rage-inducing for me).

Even though I 100% knew what Marx’s plans were, I willingly fought him, anyways.

Over and over.

I loved his boss fight so much that I made a save point on my switch JUST so I wouldn’t have to go throuGHTHE HEART OF NOVA FIRST-

But yeah. After that, I took him on in Smash Ultimate and had a blast. His new attacks are so twisted and messed up and I love them.

So yeah, sweet looking jester who’s actually evil was the best concept ever to me.

Out of all Star Allies Dream Friends, he’s my main. I really love his moveset, and the fact that whatever Friend Ability you add to him has moves that reference his boss fight made me so happy (like for example if you give him splash, the beach balls he drops create those vines that emerge from the ground, if I remember correctly).

And seeing all sorts of fanart of him online only fueled my love for him even more.

Marx is also THE reason why I have a soft spot for clowns. If it weren’t for him, the Dream Circus AU wouldn’t even exist.

…

Anyways, that’s how the traitorous jester stole my heart.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#kirby #kirby marx #marx kirby #marx #kirby super star #random asks #stardust's mystical mailbox

[throwaway-yandere]

With Valentine’s approaching, I figured I’d shoot my shot before the blog revamp :’3

Good afternoon, Archbishop Theophilus!! Since you took the time to inquire about my personal style, it’s only polite that I ask you a similar question \(//∇//)\

Aside from fur cloaks, do you have any other fashion preferences?? I assume you have an affinity for accessories, given your earring and hair ornaments. Ohh and I can only imagine how elegant your horns would look with jewelry—not that they aren’t already striking on their own. (Do correct me if dragons such as yourself are against decorating their horns.)

I’ll leave it at that. I’m afraid that if I go into more detail about your beauty, I’d take up too many of your precious hours. Have a nice day, Archbishop ^o^

P.S. Hiiii Ansy, I hope you’re doing well!! I’ve said this before but Theophilus is srsly so pretty. And a dragon + archbishop combo……it feels rather oxymoronic(??), which makes his concept all the more interesting. I can’t wait for his fic >:3

P.P.S. GOODBYE I JUST LEARNED THAT DUKE DILUC IS IN THE LEAD?? And I’d just typed a paragraph joking about how Theophilus and Sunday (the previous lead) both have Biblical references *sobs* I’ll miss our archbishop……

"There... I must say, dear, it looks wonderful on you— though perhaps a size too large— but it adds to the charm!" The archbishop spoke. Although his voice is as soft as ever, no one can miss the way his voice chirps like an excited fledgeling. "You are a beautiful human, Jessamine. My ornaments look far more dashing when you are the one to wear them."

He chuckled softly as he patted your head.

"You can keep what you're wearing, I have spares." Theophilus said before you caught a glimpse of a teasing smirk in his face that disappeared quickly. "I'm aware the flower may not be as valuable for the merchants, but the cloak should fetch a large sum of gold."

"After all, most of what I wear are prepared by the Royal Family. All except the flower and earring. I enjoy any reminders that the small things in life— in nature— are worth thousand years of living for. Before I was hailed as the archbishop, I donned enormous flower crowns often. A shame it's not appropriate for my station."

The Archbishop closed his eyes and pondered about your next inquiry.

"My kind... Hmm..." He mumbled softly. "I wouldn't know. I am the last living Earth dragon left, but if my predecessors and I are similar, I think we wouldn't mind extra decor. That is, of course, if it is a gift bestowed by our beloveds...."

"Oh, leaving so soon?" Theophilus frowned. "Oh, that's alright. Do not fret, I understand. May the God Eusebius walk alongside you."

Okay it's ansy now, I hope you're doing well too and omg I'm rereading your HVOY reblog for a while now fuskkfkakskw. Theo is such a good boy I feel bad for the pain I'm putting him that I nearly forgot how much worse it is that he's a "dragon" archbishop ngl hAHAHAH—

ALSO SIKDKAKA I HAVE NO CLUE WHO'S WINNING THE THEME, I JUST HEARD THE RANKINH WAS SUNDAY FIRST, THEN RATIO THEN NEUVILLETTE??? AND NOW ITS DILUC???? LAST TIME I HEARD DILUC WAS LAST PLACE WITH NO VOTES TF HAPPENED HAHAJAHAJAHAH WHO STARTED A PROPAGANDA HUH?????? WHICH ONE OF YALL WAS IT LMAO—

Naur cuz me too 😭😭😭 i was gonna make a Theo passing his job to Sunday joke drawing too about how they're besties cuz I thought Sunday was on the lead. I am definitely not expecting Diluc. Duke Diluc I know you are self-aware and know the world is a lie but please don't hurt Theo he never did anything wrong ever

#ansy-stalks #eidolon: theophilus #eidolon answers

[neepin]

Pudding and Waugh info post (2/2)

<<Link to (1/2)

I can’t add links right now I’ll do it later if I remember..

Look at them! Just like them fr! I love the concept of them kind of mirroring edd and Tord in a way. It is so interesting to me

So yes! I mentioned that Tord and edd consider world building for their Ocs and stuff. These two work in a maid cafe because totally Tord suggested it. And look at them! So cute. I think it suits them well

Pudding and Waugh are so cute, i draw them all the time. Look at them go!

Same edd…

As they create more of a world for their ocs to live in, maybe there are characters that mirror the others as well? I totally ran away with this concept! cat matt? cat Tom? What the hell!!! They’re all cat girls. And better yet! In the context of how the ocs are created, the way the characters are written by edd (since Tord wouldn’t have met Matt or Tom yet considering theyre only online friends at this point) would reflect Edd’s insight into how he perceives the others. THROUGH CAT GIRL OCS…. My brain.. explosions rn

God I have made this extensive cat girl universe so much more complicated than it needs to be! I just?? this is what happens when my brain bounces these kinds of ideas around for long enough. I have so much extensive pond au lore that I never plan on putting in the comic. I just do this for fun !

Right! so before I get too rambling about them, that is pudding and Waugh! I love them both very much and draw them a lot ! They are characters I hold very dear to me for whatever reason, and have got incredibly attached to :,] I hope you all like them !

Have a good whatever time it is where you’re at!! Byeeeee

#eddsworld oc

[lovelyhan]

kai hi!! a few weeks back i read your doting on you! series and i still can’t stop thinking about how good it is till this day which is why im here to sing praises about it to!! you!!

where do i begin i guess first of i love how for each member reader has their own identities and that plot is something creative with all the tropes a fanfic reader could ever dream of!! im pretty sure i read wonwoo’s first when i Tell you i fell in love I MEAN IT!! i mean c’mon dude how can one not when your writing is incredible, every little detail was just a pleasure to read, the small conversations, the idea of having a wonwoo pc while being so close to wonwoo himself is ?!? wow whaaaat you’re insane for that, biker wonu who’s in love cats!!! what a concept!! there’s more i would like to say but this is long enough so i’ll move on now!

gyu’s was next (the way he’s the only one in my bias line here but i read everyone bc you had me hooked!!) and okay maybe i read for gyu but stayed for namja can you blame me? my favorite doggo ever i swear,,, everything about this was so so charming, ive always been a sucker for the whole fake dating thing and with exes to lovers on top of it?? it’s like you wrote it for me, i fell so incredibly in love with this one i can’t stress it enough

save my divorce child from the clutches of vernon and reader pls!!! that baby deserves all the love she needsss (also loved how they made an appearance in wonu’s fics, it’s such a small detail thag made me so happy) i have no more adjectives to use except for i loved this one as well!! hold it dear to my heart bc at the end of the day who doesn’t love cats and chwe vernon tgt?

now for cheol’s this is a different story, while for the others im all soft and all that, this want has me wanting to eat dry wall to keep myself sane,,, why is he!!! so fine!!! whaaaaat!!! i need to take a walk like actually like rn even tho it’s 11pm need to stay away from my delusions

this is all i have for you! hope this isn’t a bother i just wanted to show my appreciation for your work, have a good day!!!!

:((((( I READ THIS AN UNHEALTHY AMOUNT OF TIMES JSYK!!! You went into such perfect detail abt each story i'm going to cry....... the doting on you series is definitely my pride and joy <3 i'm so glad that lots of ppl loved reading it as much as i loved writing it !! (Tho i really really do want to add more to cheol's bc his word count and plot content is so unfair compared to the other three LOL)

Having wonu pcs while being around wonu himself LOL ASJDKSKKAA RELATABLE 😭 no one rly asked but these were the pcs i had in mind when i wrote them into the story for meet cute of the century

oh to have them.....

++ the picture you attached is so so so cute ㅠㅠ i love yew sm thank you for going out of your way to let me know all this :( u made me smile so wide

#🍵 tea time #💌 runneren #disc: doting on you! #literallt crying my eyes out #also you will NEVER be a bother 🫂

[rev-feaw]

My Short Review of Honkai: Star Rail after ~2 Weeks

Hi!! This is gonna be my first post here.

If you’re a gacha games observer, Genshin/HI3 player or general Mihoyo enjoyer you are most likely already know that they just released a new game, that is Honkai: Star Rail. I prereg this game and made my account on the first day, and this is my loose review about the game so far. Please note other gacha games I’m currently play daily are Fate/Grand Order and Genshin Impact. I also tried Arknights for some months so maybe there will be comparison to them.

Combat: 7.5/10

I don’t like turn-based system for the God’s sake (looking at you, FGO) but the way they have AUTO really escalated the rate for me. The turn-based here honestly more fun than I thought!

Art: 8/10

OK. As expected

Music: 8/10

What should I critic from Hoyo-Mix

Exploration: 7/10

Please keep in mind this isn’t an exploration-focused game like Genshin. It does, however has funni descriptions about items, reminds me of 2D exploration games (something like Undertale).

Story: 7/10

I’ll be honest I play this just as a ‘gacha addict’ outlet and don’t really pay attention to the story, but imo this one’s harder to digest than Genshin, maybe HI3 player can understand better though.

Characters: 7/10

Not very much attachment too, heheh;; Unlike Genshin where I was very attached to Venti after 3 seconds in the game. But the MC is a menace of society, real rate is THE RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN/10.

Also they have “chatrooms”!! This is very cool, because I think they can keep any character relevant with this.

P. S. They REALLY need to add more battle voicelines. You’ll go crazy listen to “the rules--” everytime you turn up the volume.

Worldbuilding: 7/10

I’m not much a fan of their worldbuilding concept tbh, I think “planet” as a chapter’s setting is too massive, so many aspects about it left unpolished (one nation/planet isn’t very believable to me). But maybe I just don’t understand well.

Grinding: 9/10

AUTO mode is gamechanger. You also can change a relic’s main stat once/patch. Honestly this is the one that can make me linger around longer in this game. GI and FGO both aren’t this forgiving in time spent on farming :’D

Also unlike Arknights, u don’t need three stars or something to start AUTO your way out.

Endgame: 9/10

NGL, this game has better endgame content than Genshin. A LOT. It has something called “Stimulation Universe”. I think it’s similar to Arknights’ Annihilation that reset every week and earn rewards based on points. So rejoice if you’re strategy games enjoyer and like to play around with character builds, this game is good for you.

Gacha: 5/10

Why even bother. Just go with your starter characters.

UI/UX: 7/10

Dear Mihoyo: SKIP and LOG button WHEN??!!

Overall enjoyment: 7.8/10

Yeah weird numbers, but this is my overall, subjective rate. This won’t be my main game but since they’re not as grindy as my other games I think I can keep up by just playing casually. The minimal amount of grind also helped in increasing enjoyment in the overall strategy gameplay.

Unlike when u play Arknights where you have to massively build so many characters with so limited items and pretty hard stages (even for farming for early player) or Genshin with their chaotic artifacts farming..or FGO with their horrendous amount of doing the same 3-turns farming manually. If I had to go through things like that again here, I’ll drop the game immediately.

End Note (if still want to read, or just skip, lol)

If Star Rail was published before Genshin I doubt I’ll ever try it. Back then the only gacha game that can keep me for so long was only FGO (Since 2017, dear God) because I was soooo invested with their story and characters despite I have a massive hatred with their gameplay (lol). 

I often got HI3 ads on Youtube and I thought their visual is cool. But the game itself never interest me, because the playable characters are like 99% waifu so no, I prefer to have pretty balanced amount of dudes and chicks. Then in late 2020 Genshin was released, and I’m like... this is the one... the one I’ve been waiting for!!!!

I may write other long essays about why I was drawn to Genshin very much. And I was right, it was the only game that can pull me out from my FGO exclusivity, and made me realize that HI3 was not just a mere “waifu” game, and they give faith for me about HSR that was still in the beta back then.

Tl;dr Honkai: Star Rail is good. Don’t worry.

#honkai star rail #games #mihoyo #my reviews #gacha games

[duhragonball]

BOCR

Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m finally posting my Blood Rubies arc.  I’ve had this rattling around in my noggin for at least two years, and now you, dear reader, can finally see it for yourself!  Well, the first two installments, anyway.  I’ll post the rest of it this week.

As always, you can check out my fanfic on this very blog, or on AO3.  But if you’ve already done that, or just want to know what the heck is going on, I’m going to talk about it a bit under the cut.

Okay, just to recap for anyone super-new to this: I’ve been writing a fanfic about the ancient Super Saiyan from 1,000 years before Goku.  I called her Luffa, blew her up real good, then flung her into the future where she could join the Time Patrol and live out the events of Dragon Ball Xenoverse 1′s story mode.  

For the last two years, I’ve been in that Time Patrol leg of the story, and I always thought it would be fun to play around with, because the whole concept of the Time Patrol is to send new characters into the lore of Dragon Ball.  My basic plan was to follow the story mode of XV1, and in a sense you could call Chapters 142 to 210 a sort of novelization of the video game.   But I always wanted to go beyond the game and add in some new material.  Chiaotzu wasn’t a playable character, so I did a PQ mission where Luffa has to fight Chiaotzu.   Android 19 and Semiperfect Cell aren’t in the game, so I made sure to use them in an arc as well.  

I also wanted to play around with some of the movies.  The Xenoverse games already do this with Broly, Cooler, and so on, and the Dragon Ball Heroes franchise seems to make use of a lot of second-tier movie guys, but I wanted to go a little deeper, and that led me to the very first movie, Curse of the Blood Rubies.

If you haven’t seen Curse of the Blood Rubies, that’s understandable, because I think it’s somewhat obscure.  There wasn’t a proper North American release of the movie until 2010.  Also, I tend to think of the first three DB movies as being overlooked by most of the fandom.  Nobody really talks about King Gurumes or Lucifer, and the third one doesn’t even have an original villain. 

Also, Curse is easily confused with other Dragon Ball media.   As the very first movie adaptation of the franchise, it premiered in 1986 under the title of Dragon Ball.   Later, as more DB movies were made, it was rechristened as “Dragon Ball, the Legend of Shenron.” Along with the unspecific title, the movie was largely a re-telling of the first story arc from the manga.   Goku meets Bulma, they search for the Dragon Balls, befriend Yamcha and Oolong, yadda yadda.   In 1986, that was probably a good way to promote the franchise, but now it makes CoBR kind of forgettable.   The 1996 film Path to Power, for example, follows a very similar plotline, so it’s very easy to see a clip from one movie and think it came from the other.  

What makes Curse stand out are its original story elements: The Blood Rubies (aka Rich Stones), King Gurumes, Pansy, Pasta, and Bongo.   Unfortunately, these don’t get a lot of development.   The new villains are just sort of there to move the story along, and Pansy’s hanging out with the Dragon Ball gang, but she feels like a random character who wandered into the shot.   Then there’s the Blood Rubies.  They’re all over the movie, but we never really get a sense of what their deal is.  King Gurumes was supposedly mutated by them, but Yamcha stuffs a bunch of them in his shirt and it doesn’t seem to do anything to him at all.  

So the movie has long since frustrated and intrigued me because of its... incompleteness.   I’m not sure if that’s the right word to use, but that’s how I feel whenever I watch it.   The original stuff and the adaptation stuff get in the way of each other.   I don’t run into this as much with Sleeping Princes in Devil’s Castle, for example.   That one starts out as a re-telling of the anime, but it quickly diverts into a whole other direction, and Lucifer’s motives feel adequately explored by the end.  So I picked Curse as something to dive into for a Luffa arc. 

And one thing that struck me early into the planning phase was how the movie really does feel like a Time Patrol mission.  This isn’t just a retelling of Dragon Ball with a new bad guy.  A lot of thought went into subtly changing up the story.   When Bulma runs into Goku, it’s because he’s distracted by Pasta and Bongo’s plane, and Bulma meets him a lot further from his house than in the original story.  

Bulma also only has one Dragon Ball instead of two, like she does in the manga.   That’s because Pasta and Bongo already found the five-star ball before the movie started.  Bulma has the two-star ball, which is the one she found in her parents’ storehouse.   Master Roshi still has the three-star ball, but the rest have all been collected by Pasta and Bongo, which is why we never see Aru Village, Frypan Mountain, or Emperor Pilaf in the film.  This isn’t like Path to Power, where the Dragon Balls just happen to be in different locations.   I think the writers were trying to suggest that they were in the same locations, and Pasta and Bongo just beat Bulma to the punch.

So, in a way, this movie looks like someone changed history, diverting Goku and Bulma to a confrontation with King Gurumes instead of Emperor Pilaf.  But who would do that, and why?  And does that means that there’s a canon version of Pansy and King Gurumes?   Are there canon Blood Rubies too?  Why aren’t they causing any problems? 

These are the kinds of questions I want to delve into with “Blood of the Cursed Rubies”.   It’s a mystery, and Luffa has to solve it, but she’s not exactly known for her keen investigation skills.  I’ve always had this lingering dissatisfaction with the movie, so this little tribute/expansion I’ve written will hopefully satisfy my own craving.   And I hope you all enjoy it as well.

#luffastuff

[the-acer-scientist]

I have a question for whichever poor soul stumbles across this (it’s going to be, like, a-week-from-now-me, but that’s irrelevant).

what is it that makes it so impossibly hard to think about the future in a concrete way? sure, I have dreams. specific ones, even! there’s a blueprint of the tiny house I want to build when i grow up that lives in a storage cabinet in my brain. I know exactly where the herbs will be hung up on the wall and the way the sun is going to shine through the impossibly proportionally huge window, exactly the kitchen chairs that I’ll put around the table to share homemade dinner with my chosen family, and exactly the shade of joyous yellow the exterior is going to be. that’s a future, right?

but a couple of days ago, someone I look up to very much who is mentoring me and helping me as I set up for grad school looked me in the eyes and asked where I see myself in ten years. sir, with all due respect and with my entire being, 2033 is not a real year. I am not going to make it to see 28, I wasn’t supposed to make it to see 18! what do you mean there’s a version of this universe where the concept of “me” and the concept of “almost thirty years old” are going to be parts of a whole? what do 28 year olds even do, let alone what am I going to have done in the meantime to get there?

ten years is such an impossibly inconceivably long time. I struggle with the concept of a year, and new years always gives me an existential headache. frankly, much more than a week is usually a problem, and there are weeks where I struggle with the concept of days.

now, dear reader, there are several explanations for this. A) the naivety and inability to comprehend time of a Youth. B) adhd time blindness, as I’m told that’s a thing that might explain a lot. C) I’ve never lived outside of academia, and in my experience of academia there are three important days. today, the due date, and the day of The Meeting, whatever that happens to mean. D) I’ve fully accepted that i and my generation are living in the End Times and there’s a very real chance that my field of study won’t exist in ten years. E) there is also a very real possibility that I won’t see 28 because I will lose against my self destructive mind or I’ll burn myself out a few too many times. Personally I’m curious to see which combination of the above it actually is.

anyway, all of this to say, why is it so easy to dream until I’m asked to add a timeline? why is the concept of time so difficult to grasp in any real sense? And who do I let win when pondering the future, control freak me (who is aware of the concept of A Detail) or “fuck it we ball” me?

#acer rambles #waxing poetic because this is my blog and I get to be insane here #pretentious motherfucker hours (past 10pm)

[morepeachyogurt]

i will love you in death, at the end of the world

w.s merwin // unknown // @psychicdonuts // carmen maria machado // ‘the living end’ (1992) dir. gregg araki // cigarettes after sex // hozier // unknown // the lovers of valdaro // j.p. grasser // franny choi // joy harjo // ilya kaminsky // memorial to a marriage

#this concept is so dear to me… add on if you have more i’ll go crazy #web weaving #parallels #compilations #typography #comparisons #on love #love at the end of the world #mine <3 #userneta #1k

[chaos-burst]

direction to perfection

Dorian fought his parents to be here.

He fought tooth and nail to be allowed to live in a dorm, so there is no way he can back down from this decision. It’s his first shot at freedom and being normal and doing something for himself instead of his family.

Dorian will not back down.

He will persevere.

“Harder, come on!”

Loud moaning and the creaking of an old mattress accompany the dull thudding that comes from inside of his room. The room he’s currently standing in front of.

“I’m so close, so close, so close—“

Dorian stares at the door. His face is hot and he stands frozen in place as he tries to decide what to do. He needs his lute for the next bard class. He also needs to be far away from this room.

Gods, most of all he needs a new roommate.

“Oh, fuck, just like that—ah—“

Dorian closes his eyes and hides his face in his hands.

He was so proud after he finally convinced his parents to let him stay here. When he first entered his room he wasn’t even concerned about how small it was, or how his roommate’s bed was so close to his that stretching both their arms out would result in them touching hands.

And then he met Dariax, the guy he’s supposed to be living with for a long time.

“Dorian, are you literally standing here listening to Dariax bang someone inside of your room?”, Opal’s voice reaches his ears and he turns his head to look at her. She must see the desperation on his face because the next moment she gives him a pointed look before hammering her fist on the door.

“What the fuck, guys! Rent a room! And hurry up, Dorian needs his stuff!”

Dorian feels mortification creep from his face down into his stomach as he hears a loud thump, a shriek and a curse. The fact that Dariax knows that Dorian has been standing here makes him go through the five stages of grief so quickly that he can feel his insides churn.

Opal turns to face him and gives him a stern stop-putting-up-with-this look before she stalks away, twirling her dagger in her hand.

Dorian wishes it were that easy to voice what he wants.

To be sure of himself.

To live unashamed and free.

Sadly, his current repertoire covers none of these things.

The door gets yanked open and Dorian finds himself face to face with a white, half-elven woman wrapped in a bed sheet, her hair a complete and utter, blonde mess, her purple lipstick smeared across her left cheek.

“I was so close!”, she hisses as she holds up her index finger and thumb to indicate the fact that Dorian just ruined her earth-shattering orgasm.

“I—uh. I’m so—“

“Dorian! Gosh, I’m so sorry, I forgot that you had class, buddy!”

The half-elven woman throws Dorian the nastiest stink-eye and rushes down the corridor in nothing but the bedsheet wrapped around her. Dorian has no idea why she would do that, but Dariax distracts him.

Dariax, who is completely naked, his lips covered in purple lipstick, his cheeks flushed and his hair standing up from his head.

For decency, he’s holding a bottle of wine to cover his crotch.

Dorian wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

“I—uh. Sorry to disturb the—ah. Fun? I just. I just need to grab my lute real quick”, he says weakly, rushes over to his bed and grabs the lute leaning against the wall beside it.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, buddy, I’ll just go jack off in the shower, it’s no biggie.”

Dorian stares at Dariax who grins at him, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say to someone in this situation.

“Sure. Have fun”, he croaks, his cheeks still flaming, and flees out of the room and down the hallway.

Dorian fought so hard to be here but gods, he wishes he were somewhere else right now.

The class he’s attending is one of his favorites—one that covers Bardic Inspiration as a form of self-expression, but it takes him a while to cool down from the mortifying ordeal of having Dariax as his roommate.

They’ve been living together for almost three months now and it’s not like it’s all bad.

Hell, Dorian likes Dariax.

He’s funny, doesn’t take himself too seriously, he tells ridiculous, entertaining stories and is loyal to a fault. But he’s also extroverted in a way that makes Dorian go insane. There is no moment of silence when Dariax is in the room—because Dariax hates silence. He also brings back so many different people to their room without asking Dorian first. Not all of them are Dariax’ lovers—at least not as far as he knows.

But they’re always loud, always messy and always completely oblivious to Dorian’s social cues.

Opal keeps ranting about how Dorian needs to reinforce his boundaries, but Dorian has no idea how to do that. Never in a million years would he bang on the door of his room if he knows that Dariax is having sex in there. Opal is always so loud and unapologetic about everything—Dorian envies her for it.

Dorian has never kissed anyone. Or had sex. Or anything in between these things. How the fuck both Dariax and Opal know exactly what they like and who they like is beyond him.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”, a soft voice says right next to him and Dorian is ripped out of thoughts and into reality. The class has been going for an hour and there’s someone standing next to him he’s never seen before.

She’s definitely some sort of fey—the whole lower half of her body is goat-like and her long ears are drooping. The amount of ribbons her dress is supporting is truly astounding and there is a whole crown of poisonous flowers on top of her head that she wears like a crown. Dorian blinks before catching himself.

“Ah—no. Please”, he says and gestures at the empty chair next to him.

The faun sits down carefully and watches as she carefully places a panflute on her thighs.

“Which bard college do you specialize in?”, Dorian asks.

“Hm? Oh, I’m not a bard. I’m majoring in druid. I just like to make music”, she answers with a smile.

Dorian never considered just taking classes that have nothing to do with his major. Maybe it would be something his parents would disapprove of even more than they did of his bard major and his choice to sleep in a dorm.

“I’m Fearne, by the way”, she adds and nods her heads slightly. A single leaf falls from her head and onto her panflute.

“Dorian”, he answers. Fearne smiles at him.

“You have very pretty hair”, she says.

“Oh. Ah—thank you? You—you too. Your hair, I mean. It’s—uh. Very green.”

Fearne’s smile widens.

“Thank you!”, she says in a tone that suggests that this might be the compliment she’s ever received. Dorian on the other hand wishes he could bite off his tongue. Your hair is very green. What kind of compliment is that? It’s no wonder that he didn’t have any chance to kiss anyone yet if this is all that he can come up with.

Dorian turns around and tries to concentrate on the professor’s lecture but his mind keeps wandering. He takes only a few notes and as he looks over at Fearne he sees that she’s doodling all sorts of mushrooms into her notebook. Then there is a small screech coming directly from her bag.

The class falls silent and everyone turns to look in their direction.

“What was that?”, professor Brooke asks with a confused look on his face. “I don’t remember any familiar registrations for this class.”

Dorian looks at Fearne who turns her head to look around at all the people staring in their direction.

“That was just me”, Fearne says and points to herself. “I ate too much pudding for breakfast.”

Professor Brooke looks embarrassed and very apologetic.

“I’m sorry, dear. Let’s continue then.”

As the lecture continues, Dorian leans over to Fearne.

“Didn’t that come out of your bag?”, he wants to know. Fearne shoots him a sly smile and gently lifts the flap of her green bag. Dorian stares at a small monkey peeking up at him with weirdly glowing eyes. Then the monkey raises his index finger to his mouth as if trying to tell Dorian to shut up.

Fearne closes the bag.

“That’s just Little Mister. He’s my… friend.”

“I see”, Dorian says.

He supposes that this is what he left home for—to meet all sorts of people, learn about all kinds of different things that he would never get in touch with while under his parents’ wings.

So Dorian decides to simply accept that some people are friends with monkeys and carry them around in bags.

If he can manage to live with someone like Dariax, he sure as hell won’t judge someone for bringing an animal companion to class.

After another fifteen minutes, Fearne leans over to Dorian again.

“I don’t understand this concept that the professor is talking about.”

“Oh, they explained it in the first half hour, before you got here.”

“Oh, I see. I was late”, Fearne says and looks disappointed, as if she was only now realizing this.

“Uh—yeah. Like, half an hour.”

“Time is kind of hard, you know. It’s like—it’s like this weird soup. And I don’t think I really have it memorized how to read clocks.”

Dorian stares at her.

“So. Are you not from here?”, he asks and groans internally at his phrasing. Fearne doesn’t seem to mind, though. She nods gratefully as Dorian pushes over his notes so she can look at them.

“No, not really. I come from the Feywild. We don’t really have clocks.”

“Because… time is a weird soup.”

“Yeah, exactly. Is that a saying here, too?”, she asks, her ears turning towards him full of excitement.

“Ah—no. I don’t think it is. Not here, at least.”

“Well, now you know it.”

Dorian nods and watches as Fearne studies his notes to copy some of them down into her notebook. He tries to imagine a world without clocks and immediately gets anxious at the prospect of always being late.

In the last twenty minutes of the lecture, they actually get to play their instruments.

“You play beautifully”, Fearne says after listening to Dorian play for a few minutes.

“Thank you! Your music is really different from what I know. It’s interesting.”

Fearne beams at him.

“Maybe we could make some music together some time?”, she asks.

“I would like that, yeah.”

*

Dorian isn’t bad at making friends, he’s just not as good or fast at it as Dariax. Maybe that’s because he’s a little more selective about the people he hangs out with, but Dariax just seems to consider everyone he talked to more than once his friend.

Dorian never really had friends growing up, so he doesn’t consider himself an expert. But at least for him Dariax’ way doesn’t seem to be all that great.

So when Dariax asks: “Hey, do you wanna come hang out with me and my friends tonight?” Dorian feels less than inclined to say yes.

“Uh—I already have plans”, he lies, trying to figure out if he should try to convince Opal to spend the evening with him or if he should just take this opportunity to have some peace and quiet in his room.

“Aw, man. Too bad. We wanted to go skinny dipping in the gym’s pool”, Dariax says.

“Isn’t that off limits at night?”, Dorian asks, his brow furrowed as he looks at Dariax’ face that breaks into a wide grin.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s fun to go there”, he answers and winks at Dorian. Dorian feels his cheeks grow hot and swallows as his intestines suddenly feel the need to writhe around like living snakes.

“Oh, well—I’m not really a—uh. A rebel boy, as they say”, he says and laughs nervously. “You go and have fun, though.”

He tries not to picture Dariax completely naked in the dim, shimmering light of the campus’ pool but he fails miserably. His palms start sweating.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will, I will. But hey, maybe next time!”

“Uh—yeah. Maybe”, Dorian says weakly as Dariax saunters out of their room and closes the door behind him. Dorian stares at the locked door for way too long and he’s endlessly glad that no one can see him.

This doesn’t seem like a normal thing to invite someone to. When he went to college to learn how to be a bard, he envisioned parties, maybe some illegal weed smoking on a restricted rooftop, at the most.

He did not envision to be asked to get butt naked, break into a gym with a pool at night and go swimming with a bunch of—probably drunk—strangers he doesn’t even know the names of.

That was, of course, before he got Dariax as a roommate.

Now Dorian feels like he should be prepared for anything.

As Dorian grabs his lute and sinks down onto his bed he wonders if Fearne lives on campus or if she lives in the Feywild and somehow manages to travel here for every class that she has. That would explain the time thing, he supposes, because he learned that time works differently on other planes.

This is the first evening in what feels like weeks that he has the room just to himself. In between the pieces he plays on his lute he simply sits on the bed, enjoying the silence. When he opens the window the cool breeze from outside reminds him of home and he closes his eyes for a little while.

It smells like rain and autumn outside. Dorian turns to look at the small room that’s his now. It’s nothing compared to the big, bright room he had at home, but it feels special simply because this is the first time he gets to do what he wants with a space without anyone breathing down his neck.

There’s not much in the room aside from their desks, beds and the closet they share, but Dorian pinned a few posters and postcards over his bed for the very first time. His bed is unmade—something that his parents would have never allowed—and there are fairy lights dangling from the ceiling that he actually picked out himself.

The desk is covered in sheet music and books and for a few seconds Dorian looks at the small picture of his brother and himself that is sticking to his pencil holder, before turning his gaze at some of the articles he printed out yesterday.  

He might actually get some homework done in this blessed quiet.

At least that’s what he thinks until his phone rings.

At some point Dariax must’ve stolen Dorian’s phone and taken a selfie to make it pop up every time he calls Dorian, because as his phone lights up Dorian can see Dariax’ dopey smile appear. Dorian ignores the rush of heat he feels as he looks down at the glowing display, reaches for his phone and picks up the call.

“Dariax?”

“Dorian, hey buddy!”

He definitely sounds drunk, which doesn’t surprise Dorian. But there’s an edge to his voice that makes Dorian nervous.

“What’s up, Dariax?”

“I—uh. Remember how I told you that we were going to go skinny dipping in the gym and everything?”

“Yeah, I haven’t forgotten. It was like, three hours ago.”

“Cool, yeah. So the guys—“, and Dorian wonders who exactly ‘the guys’ are supposed to be, “were in a real funny mood. So. They stole my clothes and locked me in here—“

“They what?”

“I know, right? So… I tried to break open the lock, but I might be a little too drunk to get it right. And I was wondering—could you maybe bring me some clothes and get that door open for me?”

Dorian stares out into the night.

“How do you have your phone if they took all your stuff?”, he asks weakly.

“Had it with me in the pool to take some underwater selfies. It’s waterproof”, Dariax supplies cheerfully.

Dorian can see lights in the buildings all over campus and a crescent moon in the sky. He tries not to imagine what kind of pictures Dariax was trying to take of himself. Naked. In a pool.

“You want me to break open a door”, he repeats, just in case he misheard.

“I mean, kinda? Maybe? I really don’t wanna sleep in here. I slept in worse places, but it seems kinda shitty to wake up and immediately get into trouble for trespassing and all of that…”

Dorian isn’t sure if he wants to know in what kind of places Dariax has slept that count as worse as a college gym’s pool.

“But I guess I could just sleep in the showers or something.”

“I don’t really know how to get locks open”, Dorian sighs, but he’s already walking over to their shared closet. In theory, Dariax’ half is on the left, but he insists on just throwing all of his clothes in there without actually caring about which side they land on, so Dorian grabs some jeans, a hoodie and some underwear and stuffs it into his bag. He tries very hard not to look at the underwear too closely.

Dariax might not know what privacy is but that doesn’t mean that Dorian has to stoop down to the same level as his roommate.

“Fine. I’ll see what I can do”, he huffs.

“Aw, fuck yeah, you’re the best. I lo—“

“Bye”, Dorian calls and hangs up hastily before Dariax can finish.

His dreams of a quiet night dissipate into smoke as he throws the bag over his shoulder, grabs his keys, his jacket and his phone and leaves the room to head towards the gym.

Dorian, never in his life, has tried to open a lock with anything other than the key that was supposed to go into it. He doubts that he would manage to learn it in the heat of a moment so as he walks through the night, passing under a lantern every few steps he takes, he considers what he can do to get a locked door to open.

He is not strong enough to pry it open.

He has never learned how to do that trick with a credit card and isn’t sure if it would even work on this door even if he knew how.

There is no spell he knows that would be useful to open a door.

The only thing Dorian is good at is music and talking to people.

He makes his decision as he heads for the closest security guard patrolling campus at night.

“Excuse me, hi”, he says with the most honest and simultaneously nervous smile he can muster. The young man looks him up and down and seems to come to the conclusion that Dorian is worthy of his attention because his body turns towards him and offers a small smile back. He’s white withshort, brown hair, a long nose and arms full of tattoos.

“Can I help you?”, he asks.

“Well—this is so embarrassing. I—uh. I was in the gym earlier and I forgot my phone in there and my girlfriend wanted to call me tonight and I—uh. I already missed the last call so…”

He trails off as he tries to looks as bashful and stressed as he can—something that isn’t hard because Dorian still has to think about how Dariax is naked and probably dripping wet and how they’re most likely going to get into so much damn trouble.

“Oh wow, that sucks”, the security guard says and Dorian nods.

“Yeah, I’m—this is so dumb, I know you have better things to do, but… If you could just let me sneak in there for a minute and grab my phone? That would be a total life-saver, man”, he says and brings his hands up in front of his chest in a pleading gesture.

“Well, I guess we can make an exception. Don’t want to be the cause for trouble in paradise, right?”, he answers with a smile and Dorian forces himself to laugh.

“Thanks so much, I’ll drop off some cookies next time I see you around”, Dorian says and the security guard chuckles and makes a joke about bribery that Dorian doesn’t actually find funny but laughs about anyway. Since he officially ‘lost’ his phone he has no idea how to let Dariax know what his plan is.

All Dorian can do is hope that Dariax isn’t standing right behind the door butt-naked. Dorian supposes that he could always claim not to know him then—something that would only hold up for so long.

They walk towards the gym and Dorian can feel his heartbeat picking up.

What if he gets suspended? Kicked out? Sent home?

When they arrive in front of the gym everything is silent. Dariax is not banging on the door from the inside, calling Dorian’s name. Dorian decides to take that as a win as he nervously watches the guard fiddle for the master-key before opening the door.

“So, where did you leave your phone?”, the guard asks him and Dorian looks around hastily to see if he can spot Dariax anywhere.

“Uh—over on the benches, I’ll be right back!”, he says with an apologetic smile before rushing through the gym and towards the benches on the other side of the building.

“Dariax!”, he hisses into the darkness towards the corridor that leads to the locker-room and the pool.

“Hey bu—“

“Pscht. There’s a guard there. I had him open the door, you have to sneak out!”

Dorian starts crouching down on the floor and drops his bag so Dariax can reach it. He’s peaking his head out of the dark corridor and Dorian hopes that the security guard doesn’t spot him as he reaches his arm out towards the bag with Dariax’ clothes inside it.

“Did you find it?”, the guard calls over and Dorian can hear his footsteps coming closer. He hastily fishes for his phone and slides it under one of the benches.

“Not yet, it’s pretty dark in here”, he says. The rustling in the corridor next to him tells him that Dariax is hastily getting dressed.

“I have a flashlight, one sec”, the guard says and crouches down next to Dorian who feels bad for lying to the poor guy. He’s so friendly and forthcoming—Dorian decides that he actually has to get this man some cookies.

“Oh, there it is!”, he says and points to the left as the light of the torch reaches his phone.

“I’m afraid my arms too short to reach that”, the guard says and scoots back so Dorian can extent his arm and grab his phone. He tries hard not to look behind him to check if Dariax already made it out or not. He gets up, stuffs the phone into his pocket and dusts off his pants before turning towards the guard with an embarrassed smile.

“Man, thank you so much, this is really clutch.”

“No problem. I hope it works out with your girlfriend”, he answers and leads Dorian back towards the door.

“Thanks. If I see you again I’ll keep you posted!”

They step outside into the cool night air and Dorian can’t see Dariax anywhere. His heart is still beating rapidly in his chest and his palms are terribly sweaty. He wipes them off on his pants and decides that he needs a hot shower and his warm bed after this terrible disaster. His body feels as if he just ran a marathon.

So much for a quiet, peaceful night.

As soon as the guard leaves Dorian looks around frantically. If Dariax didn’t make it outside, there’s no way Dorian can convince this guy to open the gym up again without telling him the truth—something Dorian desperately does not want to do.

“Hey, over here!”

Dorian turns around and sees Dariax waving out of one of the bushes. His hair is wet and sticking to his forehead, his face is flushed and his eyes glassy, but he has a wide, reckless smile on his face that makes Dorian’s heart leap into his throat and press on his windpipe.

“What the fuck, man?”, Dorian hisses as he walks over to Dariax who gets up now, slightly swaying on his feet. There are some yellow leaves stuck in his auburn hair.

“Damn, buddy, that was awesome! You seriously have a velvet tongue, how did you even do that?”

“I asked nicely. What the actual fuck, Dariax? Why did your friends think that was a good idea?”

Dariax looks at him sheepishly and shrugs.

“Ah—to tell you the truth, I don’t know.”

“Sounds like they were fucking you over”, Dorian says and starts walking back towards the dorm. Some fine mist hangs between the trees, which look mostly black except for those who reach into the light of the street lamps. The orange and brown colored leaves remind Dorian of Dariax’ hair.

“Yeah. Sounds like it, huh.”

Dariax is quiet after that, something which Dorian, for some reason, finds even more disturbing than hearing Dariax’ sex-noises through a locked door.

“You okay?”, he asks after two minutes of walking in silence.

Dariax turns to look at him and the smile that appears on his face doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. You know how it is, people just fuck you over. That’s how it works, I guess.”

“It doesn’t have to work like this”, Dorian says, his brow furrowed and his hands itchy to reach out and tussle Dariax’ wet hair for comfort. He doesn’t even know if Dariax wants to be comforted. Or wants to be comforted by Dorian specifically.

Dorian doesn’t even know why he feels the need to comfort Dariax, seeing as to how it’s his own fault for getting into such a situation in the first place.

“Hm, maybe. But I guess you showed up to save the day”, Dariax says, looking at Dorian thoughtfully.

“Yeah, I didn’t fuck you over”, Dorian agrees and holds open the door for them as they reach the dorm.

“Yeah. You didn’t. Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.”

*

The security guard’s name is Orym, he knows Fearne from taking some druid classes on the side on top of his fighter classes and he enjoys blueberry muffins.

“So, how did it go with your girlfriend?”, he asks while chewing on the muffin that Dorian handed him a few moments ago.  

“We broke up”, Dorian replies with a gravelly voice and Orym pulls a face.

“I’m sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks again for helping me with my phone.”

“It’s no problem at all. Thank you for this muffin.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you around.”

*

Dorian is pleased to find that the steady trickle of loud people that Dariax used to invite to their room before is thinning. He still goes out drinking and partying a lot, and he still has guests over to play Mario Kart or some horrible drinking game, but overall Dorian’s having more peace and quiet than ever before since he moved into this room with Dariax.

On a Wednesday night Dariax is sprawled out on his bed flipping through his phone. Dorian wonders if he’s going through his contacts, considering whom to call on for some. Well. Drinking or sex, probably.

Dorian hopes it’s not sex. And if it is sex, then for sex that is supposed to happen far away from here.

“How come you never go out?”, Dariax wants to know.

Dorian looks up from the sheet music he’s working on. He’s humming along quietly as he writes down, erases, writes down again and corrects the song he’s trying to write. He finds that he actually likes working in companionable silence, even though he didn’t think this would be possible with Dariax as his roommate a few weeks ago.

Dariax doesn’t seem to mind not talking as long as there is some sort of sound in the room—and Dorian’s humming apparently counts.

“How do you mean? I go out all the time”, Dorian says and looks up from his paper, cocking his head to regard Dariax who’s head is now hanging off of the side of the bed so he looks back at Dorian upside down.

“Yeah but like, partying. Drinking. College stuff, you know. You just hang out with the scary lady and she seems to like partying.”

“First of all, her name’s Opal. And I guess she can be kind of scary, but only if you’re a dick. And second of all, I hang out with other people! I met this very nice faun in my bard class and we’re making music from time to time. And—I don’t know. Partying is just not. Uh... It’s just not...”

Dorian sighs and leans against the wall behind him. The room is so scrappy that some of the wallpaper is coming down in little flakes in some places. He absentmindedly starts picking at his pillow.

“I never really went to parties before coming here. It’s just. I don’t know. New. I’m not like you. You know, with all the drinking and partying and—and uh. Sex. I guess.”

He can feel his ears burning and his cheeks heating up as he mumbles the end of his sentence. Dariax blinks at him and drops his phone on his face.

“Ow, fuck—okay. Wait. Are you saying that you’re a party-virgin and an actual virgin?”

“Oh come on, man, why do you have to say it like that? I’ve been to parties! But not—you know? College parties! And I never really drank alcohol before. It seems... I don’t know. Shifty.”

“Shifty”, Dariax repeats and a shit-eating grin spreads over his face, lighting up his eyes with a shimmer of mischief that Dorian finds very disconcerting.

“So you are a virgin.”

Dorian throws his pencil at Dariax and misses.

“So what? There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin! We can’t all walk around like you sleeping with people left and right!”

Dariax chuckles, obviously pleased with himself.

“Very true, I’m one of a kind. So, okay. But you kissed people, right?”, he wants to know.

“Why is that even relevant?”, Dorian hisses. He decides to throw his pillow next and Dariax almost falls off the bed trying to dodge it as he laughs.

“It’s not, I’m just curious! You’re always super uptight and mysterious, I know shit all about you and you’ve basically seen me banging someone at least twice!”

Dorian tries and fails to keep his poise as he flails his arms around.

“I could’ve lived happily without having seen any of that!”

“So that means you never kissed anyone?”, Dariax asks again, his grin wide and his eyebrows offensively wiggling. Dorian wishes he had some sort of cake that he could press Dariax’ face into.

“No, never. Are you happy now?”

“Would you like to kiss someone?”, Dariax wants to know and leans forward on the bed. He seems to have decided that sitting upright is the better choice in case Dorian decides to throw something else at him.

“I—I mean. I don’t know? I haven’t found the right person to kiss yet!”

“Ah, you’re one of those guys”, Dariax says with a wise nod that drives Dorian up the walls.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know? Like a romantic. True love and shit.”

“I wouldn’t—I. I haven’t really thought about it much. It’s not that important to me.”

Dariax pulls a face and nods, as if he understands perfectly what it means to not much care about kissing, sex or relationships. Dorian doubts that he actually understands with the frequency in which he drags people into his bed.

“I guess it’s not bad to wait for someone special”, Dariax concedes with a lopsided smile. “My first kiss was a total disaster, I didn’t know what I was doing at all and the dude told me it was like kissing a bowl of rice pudding.”

Dorian stares at him.

“That’s such a horrible thing to say”, he answers and Dariax shrugs.

“Yeah, I guess. He could’ve been nicer about it.”

Dorian’s brain is reeling.

Dariax had his first kiss with a guy. Dariax doesn’t only like women.

“Oh gods, I wish you hadn’t told me”, Dorian groans and presses the palms of his hands on his eyes until he sees little, colorful specs dancing on the inside of his eyelids. “What if I kiss someone I actually like and it turns out to be a completely terrible?”

He lowers his hands and stares at Dariax who stares back at Dorian with an intensity that surprises him.

“I mean. I guess you could just practice”, Dariax says.

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll ask the first random person I meet in the hallway—“

“I would do it. Practice with you, I mean.”

Dorian blinks. He can feel the heat rising in his face and knows that his cheeks are turning purple.

“I—uh. That’s. Well. That’s very kind of you. But I’ll—I guess I’ll just figure it out on my own.”

Dorian chuckles nervously and glances back at Dariax who looks at him for a second longer before flopping back down onto his bed.

“Sure thing, buddy”, he says quietly and it’s probably just Dorian’s imagination that he sounds a bit disappointed.

*

“Dorian. Hey, Dorian!”

Dariax’ voice cuts through a dream about flying through space naked and Dorian opens his eyes. He is met with darkness and turns his head over to look towards Dariax’ side of the room. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and the confusion and sleep to drain out of him.

“Huh?”

“Hey, sorry. I—uh. I kinda had—I kinda had a nightmare?”

“Sorry to hear that”, Dorian rasps and rubs at his eyes, “was it the one about the giant dwarven woman again?”

“Ah, no. Not this time. I—uh. Do you mind maybe just… I don’t know. Talking to me a little? Or, ah—humming? I would scoot over but your bed is probably a bit too small”, Dariax rambles and laughs nervously.

Dorian is too tired to get flustered about the prospect of cuddling with his roommate.

“You can scoot over. But don’t hog the blanket”, he mumbles and makes room in his tiny bed, pressing his back against the wall and lifting his blanket up, his eyes already falling shut again.

“Oh fuck yeah”, he hears Dariax whisper. There’s a rustling, the sound of naked feet on a wooden floor and then the mattress dips and Dariax climbs into bed with him, his body way warmer than Dorian expected it to be.

He’s wearing nothing but boxers.

“You sure this is okay?”, Dariax whispers into the dark and Dorian makes a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat before letting the blanket fall down over Dariax. His arms simply drops which is probably way too close to a hug in this position as they lie face to face on the mattress that was not made for two people to sleep on it.

“Thanks a lot, buddy. You’re the best”, Dariax whispers. Dorian knows that Dariax is pretty dense simply because he’s a dwarf, but while he drifts back off to sleep he feels the tension in Dariax’ body. This nightmare must have been deeply upsetting for someone as carefree and jovial as Dariax to ask for goddamn snuggles in the middle of the night.

Dorian starts humming. It’s faint and definitely not his best and probably not even a real song, but slowly, ever so slowly, he can feel Dariax relax beside him as they both fall asleep again.

What his sleepy brain did not account for when Dorian allowed Dariax entry into his bed was how they might wake up in completely different positions to the ones they fell asleep in and how his body was a mean betrayer set out to humiliate Dorian.

As he slowly comes back to consciousness Dorian realizes how incredibly warm it is. The next thing he notices is that there is a quietly snoring dwarf pressed against his side, one leg pushed over Dorian’s legs. Dariax, sometime during the night, has curled into Dorian so his nose is now pressed somewhere close to Dorian’s ribs. He can feel Dariax’ hot breath tickle his exposed skin.

This is the most skin-on-skin contact Dorian has ever had with someone who is not related to him.

Dariax’ arm is curled around his waist and Dorian has no idea how he’ll be able to get to the bathroom without waking Dariax up or alerting him to the fact that Dorian is suffering a terrible case of a morning boner.

Yeah, he definitely didn’t think this through when he allowed Dariax in here. If Dariax pulls his leg up a little more his thigh will absolutely come in contact with Dorian’s dick and he is not ready for that to happen.

Not even a little bit.

Dorian can’t help but notice that Dariax smells kind of nice. And the feeling of naked skin on naked skin feels so much better than he imagined it would. He should probably not think about skin on skin contact too much in his current predicament but Dariax decides that this is the right moment to move his leg.

Dorian makes an undignified noise in the back of his throat as Dariax’ thigh rubs against his erection and before he can really consider what his best course of action might be, he’s already shoving Dariax off of him.

Since these beds are tiny, that also means shoving Dariax off the bed.

There is loud thunk as Dariax hits the floor and bolts upright with a yelp, his hair tousled and untidy, his eyes barely open.

“I didn’t do it!”, he slurs loudly, holding both hands up in a gesture of surrender and Dorian can’t help but wonder what in the nine hells Dariax has been dreaming about.

“Sorry, man. You were—uh. Getting a little close”, Dorian says and sits up, carefully pulling the blanket over his crotch.

Dariax blinks up at him.

“Sorry, buddy. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”, he mumbles and sways to his feet to stumble back over to his own bed.

Dorian immediately misses the warmth and the feeling of naked skin against his but he pushes the thought away and clears his throat.

“Did you sleep okay after your nightmare?”, he asks.

“Hmhm. Like a baby”, Dariax mumbles into his pillow. His face is pressed into it and he didn’t even take the take to cover himself with his blanket. “You have the most beautiful voice.”

Dorian’s cheeks begin to burn and he grips the blanket tighter.

“Thank you.”

“’S no problem.”

Dorian glances over at his roommate. Dariax looks surprisingly peaceful like this and it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep again. The quiet snore returns and his mouth falls open slightly. When Dorian finally gets up to take a shower, he shivers slightly in the cold before carefully stepping over to the other bed and pulling the blanket over Dariax.

*

“You know what, I feel honored that you’re going to trust me with your first time”, Dariax says, looking endlessly pleased with himself.

Dorian sputters.

“Excuse m—“

“Your first time drinking, buddy”, Dariax explains and laughs as he sees the flush on Dorian’s cheeks.

They’re both sitting on Dariax’ bed—because Dariax doesn’t care about getting spots on his sheets at all—with a bottle of liquor that is bright red and looks a little radioactive.

“Well, I think I would just—uh. Prefer it… to try this out with someone I trust before I make a fool of myself in front of a whole party, you know”, Dorian says. When no answer comes, he turns his head to look at Dariax.

Dariax’ eyes are shimmering with something that Dorian can’t quite read but it makes his heart race in his chest. Dariax never looked at him like this before. His expression is almost soft with the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Glad to hear you trust me, Dorian. I trust you, too.”

Dorian clears his throat and looks away, the tension in the air between them suddenly too much for him.

“I am very trustworthy”, he jokes and grabs the bottle to unscrew it and smell the liquid inside.

“Ugh—it’s revolting”, he remarks and coughs a little.

Dariax chuckles.

“That’s how you know it’s good”, he says with a nod and gestures for Dorian to take the first sip.

Dorian has tried some champagne before, some beer. Some wine. But never more than half a glass. He never tried drinking any hard liquor and this stuff is burning his throat and sending heatwaves through his whole body immediately.

“Wow”, he coughs and hands the bottle to Dariax.

“Good stuff, right?”, Dariax says and

“It’s terrible!”

“Yeah”, Dariax says with a wide grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

“I don’t think a thing can be both good and terrible at the same time”, Dorian remarks, his face still in a grimace as he tries to get used to the burning sensation of hard alcohol in his throat.

“Nonsense, those are like, all of my favorite movies!”, Dariax says and takes a huge swig out of the bottle before handing it back to Dorian.

Dorian feels weirdly honored that Dariax decided to stay in on a Saturday night just to hang out with him and test the waters with his roommate while no doubt all his friends are out there partying.

“Like what movies”, Dorian wants to know and takes another careful sip out of the bottle. His mind provides him with the terrible thought that this might as well count as an indirect kiss, something that is entirely idiotic and not useful at all.

“Okay, so, you know when someone asks you a question about yourself and suddenly you have forgotten all of your interests and hobbies and favorites and pretty much everything about yourself?”, Dariax says, his brow furrowed as he tries to think of a movie that is both terrible and good at the same time.

“Tell you what. I can say that two of my favorite movies of all time are Pacific Rim and Mad Max, and those are not terrible, mind you, they’re just good. But if I manage to think of one that is both terrible and good, I’ll tell you immediately.”

Dorian has neither seen Mad Max nor Pacific Rim. When he tells Dariax as much his roommate looks aghast.

“Oh my gosh, Dorian. Buddy. My boy. That is—no. No, I can’t let this stand. Grab your laptop, we’re watching Pacific Rim right now”, Dariax orders and looks at Dorian expectantly.

This is how Dorian ends up crying about giant robots. And maybe also brothers.

Dariax hands him a tissue and sniffs.

“Good stuff, right?”, Dariax asks and empties the bottle as the end credits start rolling. Dorian nods and watches as Dariax throws the empty bottle to the side before pulling out a second one from under his bed.

Dorian is definitely tipsy. He drank way less than Dariax, of course, but he can feel a faint buzzing in his head and his vision seems to be slowed. There is a feeling of heaviness in his legs as he accepts the new bottle—this time the liquor is bright blue and tastes even worse—and drinks.

The new sensations in his body aren’t unpleasantly.

In a way, his soul feels lighter like this, less anxious, less unsure about things, which is pretty nice.

“So, what’s your favorite movie?”, Dariax wants to know.

“I—hm. I don’t know. I’m not much of a movie guy. I suppose I liked Lord of the Rings when I watched it a few years ago”, he says, thinking about the movies he has seen and which ones he enjoyed the most. Weirdly enough it’s exactly as Dariax said—now that someone asked about what he likes, Dorian can’t seem to remember much about himself.

“Good choice”, Dariax says with an approving nod that makes Dorian feel weirdly pleased.

“I guess we could totally do a Lord of the Rings marathon, you know? Get some snacks, order pizza, get fucked up. Hey, we could make it a drinking game!”

Dorian isn’t sure why there’s a tingling sensation under his skin, or why his heart starts beating faster in light of Dariax’ suggestion. Maybe it’s because he feels happy that Dariax wants to spend more time with Dorian. Maybe it’s just because the alcohol is getting to Dorian.

“What about your other friends?”, Dorian asks.

“What about them?”

“Well—wouldn’t you rather spend more time with them? You know—partying. Going skinny dipping. That sort of thing.”

Dorian knows that he’s fishing for compliments. He knows and he feels embarrassed about it but he can’t stop. Validation is something that he craves way too much for his own comfort, but the alcohol has lowered his defenses—or raised his stupidity. Either one of those.

“Well—you know when we went skinny dipping and they fucked me over, that was like. Not cool? And you got me outta there, even though you don’t really do that sorta thing, you know? So—that was not the first time I got fucked over by people I called my friends, but it was totally the first time someone bailed me out of stuff. So yeah. I��d rather stick with you, if that’s alright with you”, Dariax says, taking a few long gulps from the bottle of blue liquid.

Dorian feels a rush of heat under his skin. It’s not unusual for him to feel strongly about being praised or validated, but it usually doesn’t hit this hard.

He swallows and laughs nervously, grabbing the bottle from Dariax and taking a big sip that burns his throat.

“Yeah—yeah, alright”, he croaks and Dariax beams at him.

“I’m sorry, by the way. That—uh. That those people left you behind”, he adds quietly and hands the bottle back to Dariax.

“Oh, you know. I suppose it’s on me. I’m not very smart and I’m not good on my own, so I tend to follow people’s leads and they—uh. I guess they get bored with me, or something? Anyway. It’s not really important. Hey, how do you feel about watching Mad Max, too?”

*

“Hey, my friend is throwing a party on Saturday. Do you want to come?”

“Are you kidding? Do I wanna take your partying virginity? Hell, yes!”

“Dariax...”

“Sorry buddy, I got carried away.”

*

Dorian is still thinking about rice pudding on Friday.

The fact that somewhere out there is a person who would tell someone else something mean like this makes him nervous to try and kiss anyone. What if he actually likes the person he’s kissing and gets told that his kisses feel like a bowl of rice pudding?

Or worse, something even slimier?

He’s trying to get another song for one of his bard classes done, but he’s unable to concentrate.

“Hey, Dariax”, he says and looks over at Dariax who’s watching cat videos on YouTube, “can I ask you something? About—uh. About... kissing?”

Dariax looks up at him with bright eyes.

“Sure”, he says and grins.

Dorian swallows.

“Uh—I was thinking. How—uh. How did you get better at kissing? Did you practice with anyone?”

“Nah, not really. I mean, not like that. I just went for it again and again until I got better at it. Guess it would’ve been nice to have someone around for practice, but I made it work anyway. No one’s been complaining for a while now.”

Dorian chews on his bottom lip and pokes the paper he’s working on with a pencil.

“So—uh. You said—“

“Yes”, Dariax shoots back immediately, as if he knows what Dorian is going to say next. Dorian feels the familiar heat rise up in his chest as he looks at his roommate who seems very intense all of a sudden, leaning forward and shutting his laptop, his eyes fixed on Dorian.

“I—uh. I don’t. I don’t really... I don’t like... guys?”, Dorian says and his voice sounds way too hoarse in his own ears. Dariax’ shoulders sag a little but he shrugs.

“Doesn’t really matter for this, right? It’s just kissing.”

“Right. Okay. Uh—so. If I—if I wanted to try this...  how do you—how do we make this work?”, he asks.

His heart is beating so fast, Dorian is afraid it’s going to break his rib cage and fly out of the window. Dariax puts his laptop to the side and pats the mattress beside himself, his eyes still fixed on Dorian’s face with an intensity that makes heat pool in Dorian’s lower abdomen.

He pushes the feeling aside and gets up from his own bed to sit down next to Dariax.

“I know what this is about”, Dariax says with a sly grin.

“Uh—you do?”

Dorian doesn’t know what this is about aside from his own nagging sense of anxiety and the fact that he can’t stop thinking about kissing Dariax—which is entirely Dariax’ fault because he offered this whole practicing thing in the first place.

“Yeah. You’re going to check out some ladies on that party tomorrow”, Dariax says, his grin widening as he scoots closer to Dorian. Dorian can feel Dariax’ body heat and he presses his back against the wall, his fingers digging into the blanket crumpled below his legs.

“Ah—yeah. You got me”, he lies and laughs nervously. Dariax winks and gives him fingerguns.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I gotcha! I’ll be the best wingman ever. Here, just lemme—“

And Dariax climbs into Dorian’s lap, straddling him, his face so close to Dorian’s that Dorian can feel his breath on his cheek.

He holds his breath as he notices all the freckles on Dariax’ face, his scruffy beard, his hazel-brown eyes...

His heart is stumbling in his chest.

“Thanks”, he rasps.

“No need to be nervous, I’m sure you’ll be way better at this than I was the first time around. Just lemme take the lead, okay?”

Dorian nods.

If he gets hard now, Dariax will definitely feel it.

Fuck.

Dariax raises his hands and tilts Dorian’s chin up while his other hand gently cups Dorian’s cheek. It’s already almost too much for Dorian. His lips open slightly and his eyes widen as Dariax gets closer still, his nose gently touching Dorian’s.

“If you want me to stop, just smack me real hard”, Dariax whispers and his breath tickles Dorian’s lips before the distance between their mouths is closed and Dariax is kissing him, his hazel-brown eyes closed.

Dariax’ lips are warm and a little chapped and Dorian gasps against his mouth helplessly—something that Dariax seems to take as encouragement. He tilts his head to the side to get a better angle and then his lips press against Dorian’s in earnest.

Dorian’s heart stops for a few seconds before restarting with doubled speed.

His whole body seems to be on fire all of a sudden and he can’t help but raise his hands to touch Dariax—just touch him anywhere. He needs to ground himself, hold onto something, or he might just get lost in the feeling of Dariax’ warm lips carefully moving against his.

It’s a slow kiss, almost sweet, but Dorian’s skin is set aflame.

I don’t like guys, he thinks as his whole body decides that he must get closer to Dariax, wrap his arms around him, pull him in, cup the back of his head so he doesn’t move away—

“This okay?”, Dariax mumbles against his lips and he sounds so out of breath as if he just sprinted a whole mile.

“Yeah—I. Yeah.”

“You wanna try with tongue?”

Dorian swallows. There is still heat pooling in his abdomen. He should say no. He should stop doing this. This feels dangerous and stupid.

But it also feels so good.

“Yeah, okay”, he whispers.

Dariax doesn’t wait for another invite, he immediately leans forward again to close the distance between them and as Dorian’s hands dig themselves into the back of Dariax’s shirt and his heart starts racing even faster Dariax slides his tongue into Dorian’s mouth and Dorian’s mind goes blank.

There is a sound that is dangerously close to a moan and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s coming from him.

He holds onto Dariax like a drowning man before he manages to kiss back.

The second their tongues slide against one another there is a sound from Dariax too, one that shoots directly into Dorian’s lap. His hips buckle up involuntarily, his arms wrap around Dariax tighter and Dariax presses closer, his hips grinding down against him.

Dorian is lost.

And he’s so, so fucked.

It feels so incredibly good to kiss Dariax. He forgot why he even started kissing him, all he knows that he doesn’t want to stop, that he wants to get closer, wants to touch more skin—

He’s hard by now, and so is Dariax. Dorian can feel his erection through the jeans that Dariax is wearing.

Dorian buries his hands in Dariax’ hair and pulls. Dariax makes a helpless sound and bites down on Dorian’s bottom lip before sucking on it lightly and Dorian is afraid that he might come in his pants just from kissing and the delicious friction of Dariax’ crotch rubbing against his.

Shit, shit, shit, shit—

Before Dorian can make a fool of himself Dariax pulls back.

He’s panting, his eyes are glassy, his lips red and wet from kissing and he looks so pretty, Dorian is momentarily stunned by the revelation that he might not be into girls or guys or pretty much anyone.

But he’s definitely, terribly, irrevocably into Dariax.

Fuck.

“S—sorry”, Dariax gasps and clambers off of Dorian’s lap. “That was—I’m. I—uh. I got carried away a little. Didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries.”

Dorian swallows and stares at him, his eyes wide and his heart pressing against his rib cage.

“It’s okay”, he rasps. “I—uh. I got a little carried away, too.”

Dariax throws him a lopsided smile.

“Well. I’d say you’re good to go.”

And he gets off the bed and stumbles over to the bathroom, leaving Dorian behind with a rapidly beating heart, tingling lips and the revelation that he has the world’s worst crush on Dariax.

#doriax #critfic #exu fic #critical role #dariax zaveon #dorian storm #exandria unlimited #exu #fanfiction #screeching into the void #text #this has an M rating on ao3 jsyk #we have ~9k of practice kissing/college au magical realism here my guys #dorian #dariax

[blazregaliadream]

Hel Gunnthrá Unit Concept

Gunnthrá

-Hailstorm Banshee- General of the realm of the dead. Under Hel's command, she is tasked to pursue [Summoner] and eliminate them. Blue Tome - Infantry Mythic Hero - Darkness/Res Weapon - Ice Coffin [Mt. 14, Rng 2] Accelerates Special Cooldown (-1). Adds bonus to Atk = Total debuffs on enemy. If unit's HP ≥ 25% or if unit is within 4 spaces of an ally, grants +5 to Atk/Spd/Def/Res during combat, and if unit attacked, after combat, inflicts【Gravity】on the nearest ally until their next action. Animation: As a blizzard blows across the screen, the enemy is confined in a coffin of ice and then impaled with several ice spears. Special - Iceberg A - Atk/Res Ideal 4 B - Permafrost Body Inflicts Atk/Spd/Def/Res -7 to the enemy with the lowest Def and inflicts Atk/Res -7 to foes within 2 spaces of target. Also, if unit's Res > foe's Res, reduces damage from attacks during combat and from area-of-effect Specials by percentage = difference between stats × 4 (max 40%). C - Fatal Smoke 3 Unit Dialogue ==Summoned== "To think you'd have the nerve to bring me back after everything... So, how would you like to join me?" ==Character Page== "Hmph." "I am Gunnthrá, a permanent engravement of your failiure." "If you're so sorry, desist your sniveling and come with me to your grave." "Shhhhhh, you won't have to suffer anymore. Just one kiss and I'll make -everything- go away." "... so cold... even my heart... augh..." "Promise me... promise me we'll never be apart again. Your warmth is all I've ever wanted." ==Castle Dialogue== "So Nifl decided to spare Fjörm. I can't help but be envious..." "Even though he had joined Hel's ranks, I made sure Surtr felt my wrath every time I saw him." "The only fate that burning kingdom deserves is for it to all fall, including their bloodthirsty dragon." "If you have time to worry about me, you have time to write out your will." "At one point, I thought I had ran into mother down in Hel. Illusion or not, the sadness I saw in her eyes almost made me want to cry..." ==Friend Unit== "Another summoner who couldn't save me? Much like [Friend], I see." ==Skill Learned/Blessing Conferred== "I suppose the stronger I become, the swifter I can deliver death." ==Tap Quotes== "Who's come to die?" "Do not fail me again." "A dark fall..." ==Special Quotes== "I'll make it quick!" "Desist in your struggling!" "Ice entomb you!" "SILENCE!" ==Level Up== 0-1 stats - "Do not complain. This is the price you've paid." 2-4 stats - "One by one, they all succumb to the chilling winds of death." 5-6 stats - "Are you watching, [Summoner]? This is how you put the worthless out of their misery." ==Death== "Summoner... it's so... cold..." ==Lv. 40 Conversation== "This warmth... [S-Summoner]? I... I can't even begin to apologize. I struggled so hard against Hel's influence, but in the end... I've been so cruel to you, and-- My goodness, [Summoner]!? Your hands... I... Oh my dear [Summoner], I've missed you! Shhhhh, it's all right now. My heart will never forget our oath again. From here on, not another soul will tear us apart ever again!

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‘Tis unfortunate I can’t find any art of this concept and I ain’t confident enough to try myself. (Not really the type to draw bonez) Anyway, I originally had this idea around while Book IV was happening. I originally was gonna make the skills and stats based on her as a Year 3 unit, but when I revisited to finish it, we were already well into Book VI’s madness and the crazy shit they were doin’ for units. Didn’t want to make her too crazy, and if I were to go ham, I would’ve had Ice Coffin have Blizzard’s refine, bumped up her Res some more, and then muse the idea of a Fatal Smoke 4 (as if that skill wasn’t already a pain in the ass to deal with LMAO) Thinkin’ about it tho, a Menace skill would be more appropriate since I gave her an Ideal skill, but ah well, surely you have a unit to provide her with a bonus or two, right? RIGHT? Coming up with her personality and writing the lines was the toughest part since the idea of Gunnthrá going from the wholesome mom friend who loves you with all her heart to a ruthlessly cold meanie who’s love for you turned into a nasty grudge makes me sad ;-; But when you’re coming up with an idea for AUs like these with your favorite characters, ya gotta make that jump. That said of course, as you can see, traces of her old self can be heard. I have a story in mind, but I doubt anyone cares since this is Gunnthrá, and I dun really know anyone who actually likes her outside of being a great unit post-refine. But anyway, there’s my idea that nobody asked for! Maybe I could try putting together an idea of the Nifl siblings’ ancestor, Hvergel, as a unit.

#blaz splurges about his waifus #gunnthra #feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem

[tenthgrove]

Can I request the one where La Squadra thought the reader was pregnant (when she just actually visited her kid) situation for Bruno's gang?

Mother Mother- Bucci Edition

Team Buccerati x Reader (Fem), Platonic, SFW

Bruno Buccerati is feeling restless. He's not one to pry, but your behaviour lately is starting to concern him. Leaving the base for hours without explanation is no cause for worry in itself, after all, you're not obliged to inform him of your whereabouts 24/7 and you're hardly the only one on the team who does this, but together with the ceaseless obsession with cutting your finances, the uncharacteristic melancholy and the jolt of panic whenever your personal circumstances become the topic of conversation all add up to a bad picture.

The final straw for Buccerati came today, in which while passing you idly on the sofa he caught sight of the word 'parenthood' printed on the title of the leaflet you were reading. He didn't see the rest of what it said, but your guilty smile at being caught spoke well enough for itself.

Buccerati truly does feel bad about this, but with how defensive you become at even the smallest sign of confrontation, he sees no other choice. As he watches you depart your bedroom and head into the bathroom, he waits quietly for the rush of water from the shower, before sneaking into your unlocked bedroom unnoticed.

He will make clear, he thinks to himself as he pilfers through the loose paper on your desk for that leaflet, that he is not angry. If it's what your heart is set on, he isn't even that opposed to the idea of you raising the baby yourself. The squad is decently paid and their work isn't as dangerous or all-consuming as some, so they can manage. He even feels a little bit of excitement at the thought of helping you with your offspring. He's only doing this because it can't be healthy for you to conceal your pregnancy like this. Children have always been such precious things to him.

A pink leaflet flits off of the desk and Buccerati picks up his prize. He reads the title in full.

"Parenthood for the Parents of Hospitalised Children: What Doctors Advise"

Ahh. Now that changes things. Buccerati feels his heart sink at the sight of the stock image of a mother and father standing over the bedside of a sickly-looking girl. He guiltily returns the leaflet to its former place and tries to reorganise the paper as he found it, before exiting quickly.

Having learned his lesson well about making assumptions on too little evidence, Buccerati sits down with his phone book. There's a fellow on one of the intel teams who owes him a small favour, and it's time he called on it.

“Hello, it’s Buccerati, could you do something for me quickly? I need you to check the records of all the hospitals in Naples that hospitalise chronically ill children, and take a look through the names of the patients in the children's ward," he requests. "There's a specific surname I'm after, hang on, I'll find it for you." Buccerati racks his brains. If there's one thing he's certain your being honest about it's your real name. He pulls it from his memories and relays it to his friend. "No, no need to take any action once you find them. Just let me know the details, particularly of the illness. Very well, thank you," he concludes the phone call and hangs up. He leans back in the seat and sighs.

He barely gets half an hour to rest before the phone rings.

"Oh hello, that was quick. Did you find them? That's excellent. What did the records say?"

The agent relays his findings. Matching the surname he gave him is a little girl about 5 years old, currently residing in the hospital closest to Buccerati's base. The child is suffering from a frightful condition that, although rarely fatal with treatment, can leave sufferers in need of constant medical care for months on end, along with more minor support for years after.

The most concerning thing about the records is that the agent was able to find visitation logs attached to the data, and they all speak of a single, anonymous visitor with recorded visits matching perfectly with the dates and times of your disappearances.

Buccerati thanks the agent and promises to wire him a little money for his quick and extensive help. Hanging up, he broods deeply. He cannot simply allow your suffering to continue if there's anything, anything at all he can do to help.

He is broken from his trance by the sounds of panicked footsteps running in from the hall. He catches sight of Mista and Narancia sneaking in from the hallway, and is struck by the immediate impression that they are by all definitions, up to no good.

"What's the matter you two? You seem startled," he presses them patiently. He is met with two loud sounds of 'uhhhh'.

"Nothing Buccerati, we swear it!" Narancia promises.

"Yeah! In fact, we were just going to the shops and were arguing over what to get!" Mista backs him up. Buccerati rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Alright. Not too much sugar, Narancia? We don't want to find you being sick in the bathroom at two in the morning again, do we?"

"It's not me you have to worry about doing that now," Narancia mutters under his breath.

"Pardon?" Buccerati asks, confused.

"Nothing! We should go now!"

The boys immediately make their exit out the front and disappear down the street. Bruno tuts. Sometimes he thinks he'll never understand that lot. He smiles.

As he replays the encounter in his head, it occurs to him what that strange item poking out of Mista's pocket was. The leaflet from (y/n)'s room. Shit.

"Mista? Narancia? I think we should have a word please!" Buccerati shouts down the entry street. But it's two late, they've both disappeared out of earshot. Buccerati throws his hands up in despair, and returns to his room.

::::::::::::

Abbacchio knows what he sees. Mista and Narancia go running down the street and about 20 second later, Buccerati goes out shouting. As Abbacchio watches Buccerati return to the house in defeat, he makes a decision. He's had enough of those kids and their petty little antics. If Buccerati doesn't have it in him to set them straight, he will.

"You look pressed," Fugo remarks as Abbacchio pushes past him in the corridor.

"None of your business. Mista and Narancia are up to no good and now I've got to go and find them," Abbacchio grunts.

"Narancia?! But he promised me he'd work on his assignments tonight! Little bastard, I'll kill him!" Fugo fumes.

"Will you now? Better keep up then," Abbacchio says, throwing on his coat.

It doesn't take them long at all to find Mista and Narancia. Indeed, they're cowering in the very first alleyway left of the house.

"We can explain," Narancia promises.

"I bet you can," Abbacchio mutters half-heartedly.

"Take a look at this!" Narancia urges them. He pulls a pink leaflet from Mista's pocket and rereads it himself. "It says 'parenthood'. We found it in (y/n)'s room. Does that mean she's pregnant?"

"Why in god's name were you snooping around in (y/n)'s room?" Abbacchio interrogates them.

"Furthermore Narancia, you can't read," Fugo adds.

"Well, for a start, Buccerati did it first. We just went in after him to see what it was he was looking for. Second, Mista read it for me, and he swears it says 'parenthood'. Isn't that right Mista?"

"Sure is," Mista affirms. "Look."

He flicks the leaflet in front of them and, sure enough, they all read the same word. Abbacchio and Fugo curse simultaneously.

"What the hell is their game, thinking they can hide something like this from us?" Abbacchio fumes. "Does Bruno think he's protecting her or something? He's a fool."

"If I may, Abbacchio, it is most uncharacteristic of you to speak ill of Signor Buccerati," a voice from behind protests. Abbacchio turns with a jolt to see Giorno standing at the entrance of the alleyway along with a very bewildered looking Trish. They each have a couple of shopping bags in their hands.

"Are you spying on me?!" Abbacchio shrieks.

"Not at all. I simply thought that going after dark would be a much safer time for Trish to do her shopping, so I was taking her out," Giorno explains. "I overheard your voices and came to investigate, but I really haven't heard much."

"(Y/n)'s pregnant and Buccerati's hiding it from us," Mista fills him in.

"Wait, I'm lost. Did Buccerati get her pregnant? Because if so, what in the actual hell?" Trish comments.

"Fucking christ. Could you imagine?" Narancia remarks. The group soon devolves into a mess of interrupted shouting.

"All of you quiet!" Abbacchio yells. He holds up his hands in desperation. "We are going to get to the bottom of this and we're going to do it now! We are going right home, and we are getting (y/n) to explain herself, whether she likes it or not. Agreed?"

::::::::::::

You had an awful eery feeling getting out that shower would be a mistake. The last thing you expected tonight was being hounded by your dear teammates while you're half dressed and wet haired, particularly on such an outlandish concept as pregnancy.

"Slow down! What the hell are you accusing me of again?"

"You're having a baby and you aren't even telling us! Do you have any idea how much those cost?" Trish accuses. You don't even have an answer for that one, it's just so completely wrong there's no way to refute it.

"We aren't looking to judge, we just want to help," Giorno assures you, though his voice is drowned out by the rest of the rabble.

"I don't need help, I'm not having a baby!" you protest. Narancia opens his mouth.

"But the leaflet says-"

"What on god's earth are the lot of you doing?" Bruno calls from the hallway. "Why are you all hounding (y/n) all of a sudden."

"You think we don't know what you know, Buccerati?" Abbacchio confronts him. "You're complicit in this. You're helping to hide this- baby!"

Buccerati breathes deeply.

"Ah. I believe I know what this is about. Mista, I want you to take that leaflet you found and read the front page out to me. In full."

Mista complies.

"Parenthood... for the Parents of Hospitalised Children. Oh."

"You made the same mistake I did," Buccerati explains. "You saw the first word and immediately jumped to your own conclusions. But in regards to the full title I have carried out some follow up and have confirmed it is exactly what it sounds like. (Y/n) has a young daughter who is unfortunately quite sick at present, and she has understandably been taking time off to be with her."

"You know about her?" you exclaim in panic.

"Apologies (y/n), I was acting only in concern for your health. It was admittedly due to my poor caution that the others found out and, well, it went from there."

"Look," you protest, thoughts spiralling into panic. "I didn't mean for you to know. You said I could do what I wanted with my money so I did. There- there was no other way I could afford to treat her," you justify, tears starting to leak from your eyes. "Please don't kick me out. I swear this doesn't affect my work, all I need is a few hours a week to check on her!"

You collapse against the door in tears. The crowd goes into a shocked silence. Buccerati pushes to the front.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to kick you out so don't worry," he promises. "I would never cut off a member of my squad like that, especially not when they have such a vulnerable dependent. We can talk about helping you with the money tomorrow, but now, let's get you calmed down okay?"

You nod through your tears. Buccerati guides you to your feet and leads you gently into the kitchen. The remaining group in the hall look at each other with pressed lips. Fugo takes the leaflet from Mista and reads through the front cover once more. He hits him.

#team buccerati #team buccellati #bruno buccerati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno buccerati #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #leone abbacchio x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #guido mista #guido mista x reader #narancia ghirga #narancia ghirga x reader #pannacotta fugo #pannacotta fugo x reader #trish una #trish una x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

god! darling and zhongli taking an evening stroll through liyue harbor when they happen to pass by a lovely young couple giggling and smiling and so obviously in love.

god darling’s eyes linger on the two for a little longer than she’d like to admit: something zhongli notices.

later, when darling is out for her weekly herb picking outing with qiqi, she’s caught off guard when the latter asks her what love is. all darling can do is smile grimly in response and say, “i’m sorry dear, i afraid don’t know myself”. zhonglis stony stare seems a little darker that day.

(boohoo zhongli go cry about it 😦)

also sorry i’ve been sending sm in lately 😭😭 idk if this is what you mean in your rules by not sending in paragraphs for you to finish, this is more just my brainrot being spewed out through anon asks 😭 if this goes against your guidelines i’ll gladly stop!!

zhongli: what am i, chopped liver?

another day in the life of an unloved man. he's just here to carry the baskets of herbs and pay for anything that catches qiqi's eye. 😔 on the bright side, he doesn't have to worry about god darling being standoffish, as they prefer to leave qiqi out of it. so zhongli looks at it as a half glass full type of situation.

and there's nothing to apologize for! i love seeing the concepts that you guys send in, especially when it builds off an idea i've put out there before. i find it very fun. that rule more applies to something where it's like,

"how would X react to a darling who is shy but can also kill a man and has short brown hair with dyed tips and green eyes but also has heterochromia and is skinny but has a big chest"

or

"what would happen if X was interested in the darling of a rival family and they talked and found out they liked each other but their parents wouldn't let them be together so X decided to try and run away but then darling faked their death by drinking poison and X thought they were actually dead so they drank the poison too and then darling woke up and saw X was dead so they drank the poison and they both died"

because the story is finished at that rate ... there's nothing for me to add to it . i like having room to play around!!

#first contract #answered #Anonymous

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Ruki Maniac [10]

Monologue

I won’t leave you, no matter what. 

I’m sure that deep down,

I always wanted someone to tell me those words.

However, I was also aware,

that I should not desire such a thing. 

If I did, I would surely pay the price. 

Just like I had done in the past.

Many years passed by,

until I met a woman who didn’t just make false promises,

but actually stayed with me no matter what I did or said.

I thought she was a fool. 

But even more so, she was dear to me. 

I didn’t want to let her go...That’s how I felt.

However, she was someone,

simply out of my reach. 

When I looked at my own hands which had caressed her,

they seemed covered in sin. 

Ruki: ( ...Aah, I get it now. )

( This is my punishment. )

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Tsukinami Manor

Shin: ーー Well then. Are you ready to tell us what you know?

Ruki: ...

Shin: ...Your expression says ‘no’. 

*THUD*

Ruki: Ugh...!

Shin: Can you please just give in already? Do you have any idea how many times we’ve gone through this?

Actually...I picked up on some interesting information the other day.

About Adam and Eve.

Ruki: ...!

Shin: Hehe, you’re so obvious. Right, I’m talking about the plan of your much beloved Karlheinz. 

...Exactly. You worship that man. A very foolish choice, if I may add. 

However, then why...Why won’t you become the Adam he seeks after so desperately? 

Ruki: ...I’m in no way obligated to tell you.

Shin: Hmー ...I see. In that caseーー 

*Snap*

*HOOOOWL*

Ruki: ...Are you thinking of having your Wolves torment me until I speak? It’s no use. No matter what you do, my lips are sealed.

Shin: ...This is exactly why you’re inferior to us. You really are so shallow. 

*Grooowl*

Ruki: ...!

Shin: Good work. Now bring him here. 

Azusa: ...

Ruki: Azusa!

Shin: Seems like I’m most likely to get an answer out of you if I hurt others rather than inflicting pain upon you.

What will you do? All it takes is one word from me and this guy’s a goner. 

Ruki: Kuh...

Azusa: Ruki...Don’t worry...What happens to me...doesn’t matter...

Shin: Heeh. So your little brother is no different. ...Come on, what will you do ‘onii-chan’? 

Ruki: ...I understand, I’ll answer your question. So let Azusa go. 

Shin: Your answer first, no? Come on, hurry up and tell me. 

Ruki: ...It’s not that I won’t become Adam, I simply can’t. 

Shin: What do you mean? 

Ruki: Unlike the Sakamaki brothers, us four can’t become Adam. ...Because we were born human. 

The first condition to becoming Adam is being an immortal being.

While I may be a Vampire right now, since I was once human, I’m basically just a cheap knock-off. I can never stand on equal footing as the Sakamaki’s.

Shin: You weren’t born a Demon. Therefore, you aren’t qualified to become Adam either...huh? Hehe, I see.

Ruki: ...I gave you the answer you asked for. Now hurry up and let Azusa go.

Shin: Sure. I was never interested in this guy anyway.

*Snap*

*Grooowl*

Azusa: Uu...

*Thud*

Shin: One needs to be immortal to be able to become Adam...In other words, a Pureblood Demon.

In that case, that means as a Founder, I would qualify to become Adam, right?

Ruki: ...Too bad. There is one more condition.

That is, the ability to feel like humans do. Your behavior couldn’t be any further away from such a concept.

Shin: Oh, I wonder?

I’m a suitable Adam. That’s why...She allowed me to suck her blood, didn’t she?

Ruki: ...!

Shin: Hehe...You saw it with your two very own eyes as well, didn’t you?

Say...How did it feel to have your own woman stolen from you?

Ruki: ...I bet you put up a poorly-executed act and forced yourself upon her, didn’t you? Yet you dare claim that makes you qualified to be Adam? Don’t make me laugh.

Shin: Regardless of the circumstances, it can’t be denied that Eve accepted me. 

I’ll become Adam. Then both Karlheinz’ desire as well as your own wish will be granted, no?

I get to have her for myself as well. It’d be a happy ending for everyone! A flawless plan, no?

Ruki: ...Ugh...

*HOOOOOWL*

Shin: ...Hahaha!

This is perfect. The Chosen Eve is currently on her merry way over here, it seems. 

Ruki: ...! Yui is...!?

Shin: Hehe...Exciting, don’t you think?

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Tsukinami manor

Yui: ( ...I’m sorry. Kou-kun, Yuma-kun. )

( However, I’m sure this is the only way to save them without any casualties...I have no other choice but to go. )

???: ーー What’s the plan?

Yui: ...!

Kou-kun, Yuma-kun...

Yuma: It’s so obvious what goes on in that head of yers.

Kou: Sorry, but we can’t let you go. I’ll repeat myself as many times as I need to, but nobody wants this outcome. 

Yui: I know. But listen...

Selection

→ This is the only way

Yui: ...This is the only way.

Kou: But we offered to try and think of something together!

Why do both you and Ruki always try to fix the issue all by yourself...!?

Yui: ...I’m sorry, Kou-kun.

→ I want to save them (♡)

Yui: I feel the same as you guys. I want to save Ruki-kun and Azusa-kun. 

Yuma: ...So you’ll sacrifice yerself? 

Yui: I considered many possibilities, but I strongly believe this is the solution which involves the least bloodshed. 

Kou: We know that. Butーー!

???: You’re a clever girl.

Yui: ...Shin-kun...!?

Shin: I thought you’d come back. ーー Eve.

Monologue

What would happen to me,

after going back to the Founders’ side,

even a child could easily figure that out. 

However, they can take as much as they like,

of this blood flowing through my veins.

...Even if my whole body is robbed from me. 

This feeling (心) (1) alone I will never let go of.

It’s all for the sake of the one (たったひとり) man,

who truly loved me. 

That’s the one thing I vowed to protect.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 心 or ‘kokoro’ is always such a tricky word to translate since it can mean a million things from heart, mind, spirit, feeling, etc. I actually translated it as ‘feelings’ in plural first, but then I realized she wasn’t talking about her own love for Ruki, but about her strong feeling to want to save him, because he is the only guy she ever truly felt treasured by.

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<- [ Maniac 09 ] [ Maniac Epilogue ] ->

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfmukamimaniac10

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt14

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature.

Previously

“Make sure you save some for the three, we wouldn’t want to be in their bad side, if they came back hungry and expecting food waiting for them.” Belphie tells the others, and thinking what taking the older brothers too long to get back.

“So…… The question is Leviathan, are you willing to use that book. Just because we’re near a lake that doesn’t mean you can fit in it! Remember your form is the biggest out of the seven of us”

“I. DON’T. CARE! you two can’t get along even in old selves, Now I WILL use this if I have to.”

Just on Lucifer’s first reaction on seeing Levi hold the book, Mammon immediately knows that book is something shouldn’t be use lightly.

Lucifer and Mammon both have the same thought. GET THAT BOOK AWAY FROM LEVI! Lucifer can talk Levi out of this, while Mammon is waiting for a moment to strike.

Lucifer took a deep breath, and calm himself and stood straight, and reach out with his hand at Levi “Levi, give me that book….” As he slowly walks towards him but then a voice screams at him

Don’t beg you fool

Every ounce of his mental and emotional control is slowly slipping away.

“Leviathan…... PLeASE….” He’s voice started to fluctuate from his normal to his demonic one, trying to hold his frustration of this whole situation he grins his teeth so hard that it starts to bleed as he waits for Levi to hand over the book. He was hesitant for a moment but seeing Lucifer like this, hurt him.

As he about to hand over the book, in a spilt second Mammon tackle and pined Levi on the ground, leaving the book on the ground as Mammon main focus was making sure that Levi didn’t utter a word of the spell from the book and end up like Lucifer. Speaking of which.

“MAmmON……” Both brothers quickly whip their head toward the eldest “WaTcH….. OveR …..ThEM….”

“Lucifer! What are you? ~” before he could finish, a shadow engulfs Lucifer as he sinks into the ground, Mammon quickly knows what’s going and rushes to stop him from leaving.

In that moment Mammon can see a tear fall from the corner of his brother’s eye and mouthed I’m sorry, before complete disappearing into the shadows.

He was too late, once he got there the shadow disappear under his feet. Mammon shrike at ground where Lucifer was standing a second and start digging into it, hoping find Lucifer.

“Lucifer. Lucifer. LUCIFER!!! You can just do this! LEAVE!!” all the emotion of not wanting be near him were instantly gone and replace with worry, anger towards himself and desperation to keep Lucifer from leaving them.

After ten minutes of digging a hole that can fit a person in Mammon stop and pants heavily, not because of digging he did but with his heart is beating fast and need to calm himself.

This isn’t what he wanted; he wants space away from his brothers so he could finish this whole thing. Not Lucifer leaving and dealing with demonic self on his own, and not tell him or Levi where his going. And there’s Levi who he took a quick side glance to see how’s his little brother is doing; not great, Levi has both hands at his eyes pushing the palms into them trying to hold back the tears and failed at it as he lay on his back blaming himself for was happening.

“I can’t have Levi like this, crap Lucifer, you pompous ass! you’re really leavin’ me in charge in like this!” he refuses to let this happen, sure at times he wandered what would happen if Lucifer disappeared, and he was left in charge. In short no so good, he can’t imagine all the responsible and work goes with not to mention, the others won’t listen to him. He might not say it or denied it but he would tell Lucifer that he is first born for a reason and he accepted that.

Right now, he has to step up and fix this. First, he has to change back, the question is how?

All he remembers what the beast said to him, that its going take time to change back, but maybe could try, at least he can try.

He tries to focus on changing back, like the way he did in his demon form. Then he felt a slight pain on his arm and stop for a moment.

“Shit! That hurt, but I think it’s workin’ I just have to bear with it. I can do this!!”

He went back on focusing on changing back, by each pasting second, he can feel his bones shifting and the wings on his arms which has been there for a week, slowly moving on its own like it use to then without warning his arms and wings tore apart from each other causing him shrike in pain catching the attention of Levi, who was shock and called out to Mammon, but he keeps going. Soon he stood on his hind legs and his body started to shirk a little bit, and with one final break his back straight up and he fell on all four exhausted from the change, he pants to catch his breath.

Levi quickly rushes over to Mammon’s side and start rubbing his back to comfort him.

“Mammon, a-are you, o-okay?”

“Yeah…... I’m-I’m okay” startle Levi quickly stumble back and start stuttering

“You-you-you c-c-c-can t-t-t-t-t-talk!?!” confuse Mammon raise his arm and shock that his talon is more human, then he quickly got up and pant his body to check. He did it…... well almost, he’s still in his demonic form, but closer to his regular demon form with his body more humanoid and his wings aren’t attached to his arms anymore. Then he tries to feel his face, and his eyes narrow in disappointment to feel that he still has a beak on his face.

“You got- Whatever…… YOU!” Mammon turns and points at Levi who stiffed by that “I’m gonna kill ya once this all over, right let’s get back to the others, we need their help to find Lucifer”

Before Levi could respond, Mammon flaps his wings and start flying and swooping grab him by the shoulder in second start heading back to the cave with Levi screaming his lungs out.

“G’AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

You, Asmo, and Beel are examining all the things in Mammon’s treasure cavern while Belphie is sleeping in the nest and Satan in waiting outside of the cave for the three older brothers to come back.

“I haven’t fabric like this in centuries, I don’t why Mammon was collecting them and just stashing them here in this old, filthy, and dark place like this”

“I’m surprise that these things survive after centuries has past” you add to Asmo chatter, while looking at old statues of Mammon’s demonic form. “So…… what Mammon and I saw almost a month ago…... that was you guys in your true forms?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say “true forms” but more Demonic form” Asmo hesitant to answer your question fully, with Belphie chuckling at Asmo in his sleep.

“y/n, has Mammon ever hurt you when you two are alone?” Beel asks as he stare at the claw marks around the cavern.

“Well, he did pounce and pinned me down, after he transformed, but the he started cooing at me and preening my hair. Like he was happy to see me, even after he change, which I want to say, wasn’t what I want to see again anytime soon”

“That’s strange? We are always feral and violent toward human in those form, I mean that’s way there’s bones and skull scatter all over the floor” Asmo point at a skull near your feet, then quietly step away from it.

“Okay, get that, but why Mammon acted like that to me?”

“Maybe…... you’re an exception because you two are a couple” Asmo comment causing you blush and try to hide it.

“No, that can be it, I mean your demons surly you don’t have the concept of what like mates or something”

“I don’t know about that, Mammon really made sure that you didn’t wake up when he tries to leave this morning. Maybe it can happen, he did bring you here where all his treasure is safe, it could mean he sees you as something precious to him even if his in that state of mind”

Before you could say something, you heard Levi scream above you, causing all of you expect for Belphie to look up to the hole of the cavern, then you saw a humanoid white crow who is carrying Levi flew in and drop Levi on to a sleeping Belphie who groans in pain of sudden body drop on him, and Crow monster landed beside.

“Mammon!?! You could have at least gotten a bit closer than that!” Levi yelled at Crow monster.

“If ya hadn’t scream all the way here, I would’ve been more~”

“Mammon…...”

The thing turns his head towards you, even from afar you can tell who it was.

“Y/n…...” Mammon face soften, as his voice whisper your name, in a gentle and low tone. After hearing what that form is and what it can do from his brothers, your heart start beating fast hearing Mammon’s voice again after a week of cooing, purring and squawking. And now he looks closer to his normal self, you couldn’t help but start tearing up. You ran towards Mammon who open he’s arms welcoming you.

Once close enough to him, you jump and wrap your arms around his neck, as you nuzzle your face on his feathery neck.

“Mammon, I-I can’t believe it, you can talk and-and~”

“Shh…. It’s okay, its me. I’m fine” he uses one arm to support your body, and the other at you back embracing you close to him.

“How?” he pulled away to look you in the eye.

“It’s Lucifer”

“So, what your saying is that are, our dear older brother just ran- vanish into the shadow with the book of the sins, and said to “Watch over them” to you and not Levi”

“HEY! As much I wanted to hear those words from him, I don’t want the responsibility of looking after ya and them. Satan, and beside I came he to asks for help. I don’t know want to do or even a way to find him”

All look worried at what they just heard from Mammon and Levi about Lucifer little disappearing act, as he, Satan, Belphie and you are thinking to how to find the first born.

While Levi and Asmo are pacing around the nest with Beel stomping his foot on it, distracting themselves from worry of losing Lucifer.

“Can we track him down, by scent?” you tell them the first thought you had.

“Babe, I can’t track him by smelling him. I’m not a sniffer”

“But Beel is!?!” everyone stops what they were doing and look over to Satan.

“I can do that; all I need is something that has his scent”

“You mean this” Mammon shows a fabric of Lucifer’s clothes “it been stuck in my claw and I tackle him on the ground, when I…... got piss off at him for nagging at me”

Mammon hand over the fabric to Beel, and took a whiff of it, and start following the trail.

“Wait!” Beel stop and turned around to see who stop him. “What happens if we do find him” Belphie asks, knowing fully well that there should have a way to trap or subdue him.

Mammon though that by this time Lucifer could have finish the spell and his fully changed at this point, judging for experience he knows how dangerous these forms are, especially Lucifer.

“I can use my pact with him” you snap Mammon out of he’s train of thought.

“WHAT!?! No! yer not coming with us”

“I can sit around and do nothing” you argue at him, then he snarls in annoyance of your stubbornness.

“y/n that’s just a temporary solution. We need is to make sure that he doesn’t go anywhere but here in the woods” Satan voice his concern on your idea.

“I’ll keep him here” Mammon said causing all of you to look at him in shock.

“Mammon you can’t~”

He places a hand on the side of your face as he looks at you deeply with his demonic eyes, which felt both terrifying and warmth at the same time.

“Y/n if he’s the same at me where I was about a week ago, he just needs to control this. And if that’s means keep him company for a week or so. Then I’m willing to do that” without any other option you eventually nod and lean closer to his palm.

“Okay, now here’s the Plan” Satan start discussing about how to trap Lucifer and make sure that he and Mammon stay in one place and not make the same mistake as before.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

[author-luna]

My writing ideas (1/?)

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I know I said I have exams but I couldn’t stop myself from doing this-

Basiaclly, a new series where i write down my writing ideas for different fandoms as well as some notes about it for future references. I might never get to write them, but at least someone else can see them and enjoy it!

This posts fandom is TCF because it’s my current obsession-

(please excuse my poor naming ability, I can’t come up with names for things on such a short notice)

TCF actor AU

An AU in which the novel gets a life action adaption and the casting director happens to find actors who are, quite literally, the characters they portray.

Slight dynamic and personality changes between the characters as well as some OCs that will probably be mentioned a few times.

Uhhh Dad! Cale strikes again with the children averaging nine-years-old being his actual adopted children.

Still gotta figure out where I wanna go with this I guess? Truth to be told I jus want crack texting between everyone, don’t mind me-

Also Rosalyn and Cale are childhood friends/basically siblings and everyone thinks they’re the MOST iconic duo ever (they are,of course, right)

Everyone’s twitter account is a mess because no one knows how to run a social media account and the only one who knows how actually run one is Hannah

Probably no shipping, just open flirting because why not :3

Any help for coming u with names for the actors are welcome (read: desperately needed)

Might leave the names the same?? I dunno I’ll decided when i actually get to that part

Hall of universes fic

One peaceful day, as everyone is gathered to celebrate New Year, they suddenly find themselves in a spacious lobby. How did they get here? How do they get back? Who’s the girl typing away on a laptop on one of the couches? And what the hell does she mean by “Have fun exploring the different universes?”

Basically a self indulgent fic (I’m literally in the fic what more do you want me to say?) and crack fic, where our dear TCF family sees different parallel universes ranging from modern AU, spy agency AU, mythical creatures to sad angst shit

Buckle up to see them walk down a hallway with many doors, behind each one a different world with it’s own twisted rules and fateful encounters, until they reach the very end

mostly crack and a place for me to put out my AU ideas together as well as try to do some character exploration

Do they get back at some point? Probably, the question is just when

Fic-me is a little bitch but I don’t care

Each AU aka ‘room’ will probably have like 1-5 chapters about it and then they will move onto the next door

I hate Deruth with a passion so we will be witnessing him get torn down to pieces by guilt, shame, self hatred and more

OG Cale gets the love he deserves in some of the rooms, maybe, I don’t know, I’m not there yet

Some of it will be cringe asf and OOC but like, soft content i guess?

I definitely am going to add a room about childhood friends! AlbeCale because they would be such an iconic duo if they knew each other earlier

A chapter about Cale taking “I’m sipping wine, in a robe. I look too good, to be alone’’ shit to another level

Human! Raon concept where he looks exactly like Cale to the point where people think he’s his biological son and Cale just goes with it

Lots of Dad! Cale with his children because I’m soft for them

This is getting too long so I’ll mare a cut here-

#tcf meme #tcf crack #tcf manhwa #tcf cale #tcf fanfic #incorrect tcf quotes #tcf alberu #tcf hong #tcf on #tcf raon #cale henituse #Choi Han #alberu crossman #Ron molan #trash of the counts family #deruth henituse #og cale henituse #kim rok soo #rosalyn and cale being iconic #albecale content