#/melvie thought

[stpidpup]

imagine your fucking with someone at the end they give u a star sticker and pat your head being like 'good job u did well today, u get a star'

[c4rdsharp]

meechi. not to be talking about Luck & Melvi parallels on main, but. I really do constantly about that 'we're birds of a feather' comment from Melvi, because there's a lot more truth to it than as it appears. specifically, i'm thinking about how the two of them lack an identity -- all Melvi sees is his own inhumanity & all Luck sees in himself is the Gandor family name. Luck being the face means he has to forgo his own personal interests & wants to serve the family to the best of his ability. This was a sacrifice he was willing to make, mind you, but it does leave Luck without really much of a life outside his own work & business abilities. The two have to put on their own individual facades to convince people that this is what they're like, this is who they are, but in actuality, the two have barely established anything about themselves beyond the goals they've personally tied themselves to.

[mikaelsrose]

Reyna x Tyril Headcanons

A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.

REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)

Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”

Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine

Species: Human

Age: 24

Date of birth: April 6

Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.  

Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")

Love interest: Tyril Starfury

Weapon of choice: Bows

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 170 cm (5’7)

Eye colour: Hazel

Skin tone: Pale olive

Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde

HISTORY

Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend 

First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.   

Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.  

FAMILY

Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)

In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift. 

Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)

PERSONALITY

Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy

Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair 

Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven

HEADCANONS

Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill. 

Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since. 

Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount. 

Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances. 

The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck. 

Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately. 

She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.

Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats. 

As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully. 

TYRIL HEADCANONS

Tyril’s 196cm (6’5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree. 

He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear. 

Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often. 

He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."

Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch. 

Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.

Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon. 

Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna. 

After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.

Tyril is a total boob guy. 

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles. 

They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it. 

Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.

Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.

They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.  

They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper. 

The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was. 

(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.

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[celeste-fitzgerald]

Hi! I’ve been an elo fan for a while but I’m not really familiar with any of the band members except for jeff lynne because i always thought the rest were coming and going. Can you give me a little intro to the band like who are considered the main band members? Thanks!

AHHHHHHH thank you for asking this omgggggg!! (Also, as a side note, I actually sent another blogger an ask just like this a year ago when I was getting more into the band, so this is a very surreal moment to see that now people are asking ME???!!!!!)

I will begin with Roy Wood.

ELO was the brain child of Roy primarily, and he and Jeff were the driving creative force of the band at the start. Just like Jeff, he knows how to play 47309478193 different instruments, and on his solo work he did practically everything himself. He's a cool guy with awesome crazy hair and awesome fashion sense. But he left the band very early on (after about a year I think) to form a different band called Wizzard.

Now, there are tons of different guys who were members of ELO over the years, but to keep this from becoming super long and complicated, I will now stick to the rest of the Magnificent Seven. This is the longest running line-up of ELO, and the seven of them were together for a lot of the band's most successful period. This line-up was:

Jeff Lynne: guitar, vocals, writer, producer, etc., you know his deal already haha Bev Bevan: drums Richard Tandy: keyboards Kelly Groucutt: bass Mik Kaminski: violin Melvyn Gale: cello Hugh McDowell: cello

Now the fun part! (Well, fun for me at least haha.)

Bev Bevan:

Bev is the gorgeous smashy drummer with big biceps and a terrifyingly deep voice. He founded the band with Jeff and Roy and was with ELO till 1986. He's very opposite to Jeff in many ways (and pulled lots of pranks on Jeff haha). While Jeff loves working in the studio, Bev loves playing live and going on tour - so much so that after Jeff called it quits for the band in 1986, Bev started up another band called ELO Part II with a few of the other members so he could keep things going (which unfortunately ruffled feathers with Jeff quite badly and essentially ended their friendship 😢😢).

Richard Tandy:

Richard is the very-talented keyboard player who joined very soon after the band began - and he is still an official member to this day!!! Unfortunately he only has small roles on the Jeff Lynne's ELO albums now and he doesn't play live much because of health issues, but he and Jeff are still very close. He is a very focused, serious man when it comes to music. I believe I read that he would lock himself away for hours to learn some challenging pieces of music, and he was the only member of the band to actually take sound checks seriously at their shows haha. Also he's really into films and sports.

Kelly Groucutt:

KELLY MY BELOVED!! He is my favorite hehe. The awesome sweetheart bass player who, fun fact, was actually named Michael. But during the early years of ELO, they had lots of Michaels, so they asked Kelly to pick a different name so it would be less confusing haha, and he went by Kelly ever since. He also sang lots of backup vocals, plus occasional lead vocals (check out Poker to hear his voice, he sang that whole song double-tracked). He was very outgoing and goofy, made tons of silly jokes, couldn't sit still, and was a huge chatterbox. I could say tons more on him but I will hold back haha. He was also in ELO Part II with Bev, but Kelly unfortunately passed away in 2009.

Mik Kaminski:

Mik is the adorable boy on the iconic blue violin. He's a very shy boy, but he still loves touring and performing for the fans. He also loooooves gambling and drinking haha. Also he is another of the Michaels lmao. After ELO ended in the 80s, Mik and Kelly made their own band called Orkestra, then later both joined ELO Part II. And after Bev left ELO Part II, the band changed their name to The Orchestra, and Mik is still playing with them to this day!

Melvyn Gale:

Melvyn is the angel on cello. It took him a while to join the group (he was asked to join multiple times but kept recommending other cellists instead haha), but they finally got him! He is apparently also very chatty, and quite the charmer with the ladies. And in addition to cello, he's also a phenomenal pianist (the epic piano solo in Wild West Hero is him). After his time in ELO ended he ran (or at least worked at) a record manufacturing company for a while, and he is currently teaching cello and piano lessons!

Hugh McDowell:

And Hugh is the demon on cello ahaha. He is fucking crazy and I love him for it. He joined ELO very early on, then left with Roy Wood to be in Wizzard, then came back to ELO. He stole the show in all the live performances, jumping around, spinning/throwing his cello, hair flying in his face. He rocks hard. He's just wild all-around. He apparently got kicked out of school for telling a teacher to fuck off because the teacher wouldn't let him play the music the way he wanted or something. He also once broke down his hotel room door when he lost the key haha. Though he was also known to always have his face buried in a book - he loved to read. He unfortunately passed away in 2018.

And that concludes my not-so-brief introduction to the band!! Thank you for the ask!!!!!!! <3

[sheirukitriesfandom]

New ESO Toons Round 1:

Melvis Sareloth

"Want something out of Oblivion? I can get it—for a small fee, of course."

Melvis is a dunmer arcanist in the business of... procuring things. Ingredients, books, materials—if it's not found on the mortal plane, it's a job for Melvis. He sees himself as a courier between Nirn and Oblivion.

(Outfit subject to change)

Here's what I have so far:

Melvis is an Ex-archmage of the College of Winterhold. Since the entire Winterhold area is missing from the game but the college is still mentioned, I thought I might as well…

Continuing the trend of Winterhold archmages being horrible, Melvis did anything but lead. He was constantly on tour and eventually, without notice, fucked off to Apocrypha for a century, leaving College faculty to believe he was dead. He wasn't happy when he returned and they had replace him but well…

He's been all over Oblivion and has more daedric than mortal associates. Claims he's more suited for Oblivion than Nirn.

He's a brilliant mage but also scatterbrained and impatient, often acting before thinking.

Claims at least three daedra are quarreling over his soul. Who changes depending on Melvis' mood and level of intoxication.

He's adventurous and restless, can't stick with one place or activity for a long time.

He's not shy, but has zero "social battery" and despises crowds, or noisy places, for that matter.

Despite his fickle nature, a promise is a promise! And if he causes a problem, HE will take care of it. It's a matter of pride.

Manlet by dunmer standards.

Also, while I have yet to create Zixzebex the Skaafin lawyer (Thought a Skaafin wouldn't be ideal for the arcanist class), Melvis and Zix are well acquainted...

[boundlss]

@futurecomposed ( luck gandor ) / starter call ( melvi dormentaire ).

For all that Melvi is capable of impeccable composition on a good day, his faux-polite demeanor is only barely kept under wraps around most people. Luck, ever the exception, hasn't had the pleasure of bringing Melvi's public facade into the privacy of their apartment in quite a long time, but there are still things Melvi doesn't tell him right away even now.

For reasons other than politeness, Melvi can't help but worry over the thoughts that threaten to consume him. They aren't particularly bad, this time, though he does also generally struggle to tell Luck the difficult thoughts. They're nerve-wracking for a different reason.

Chiefly, the reason is that Melvi specifically remembers Luck admitting that he didn't particularly care for marriage.

Melvi hadn't cared for it either until recently, although looking back on it he supposes it had probably only been because marriage wasn't something he could even apply to himself and Luck until recently. He'd never been envious of Luck's brothers and the formal, official nature of their relationships---a tall feat, considering the ease with which Melvi experiences envy.

But now the idea of it isn't quite impossible anymore, and Melvi can't stop thinking about it.

It's the cause of some strange, pensive silence that follows Melvi---an unusual occurance even on his best days, so Luck is probably at least a little grateful for the small reprieve from Melvi's usual needling. Unfortunately, Melvi intends to break the silence to let some of his thoughts escape him.

"Luck," he calls, glancing over to the kitchen where Luck is just wrapping up his attempt at an easy recipe Berga had sent to him. "Is there a particular reason you don't put much stock in marriage?"

[empiriical]

@futurecomposed / starter call .

"you know," maiza says from his corner of the couch, twisting to look over his shoulder at luck still in the kitchen, "i wonder what melvi && ronny do when you && are i spend all day together." he chuckles quietly, swirling the wine in his glass. "can't see them hanging out with each other, that's for sure." he knows for a fact that ronny, in his petty way, is still miffed over being dragged into melvi's schemes almost ninety years ago.

"anyway." as luck joins him, maiza tucks one knee up to his chest && closes his eyes for a moment. he yawns. "have you ever thought about getting away for a while? that road trip i took with czes a couple decades back, it helped me get a lot straight in my head." in more ways than one. "i know the world is... crazy right now, but when isn't it?" he smiles wrly. "we've lived through a lot. a break from this routine might do you some good."

[closedcoffins]

muse-specific content warnings

NOTE: not all of these apply to what i plan to write with these characters, but they very well might come up in general discussion. if you feel writing with or seeing content for any given muse might make you uncomfortable, this is where i am listing down their content warnings so you can blacklist specific muse tags! note that aside from violence and unreality, i will be tagging all of these separately as well.

as a general rule, most discussion of my muses will involve mafia or gang violence. if you do not like that. you probably should not be here. sorry.

every muse tag is formatted like ' muse: character name '. for simplicity's sake, characters' names will be listed in the manner in which i tag them, so characters for whom i have made up last names will only be listed with their first name in this post as i only tag those characters using their first names.

claire stanfield: graphic depictions of violence, solipsism and mild unreality.

maria barcelito: graphic depictions of violence.

graham specter: graphic depictions of violence (specifically of the broken bones and joints variety).

jacuzzi splot: detailed descriptions of panic attacks. mild violence.

nice holystone: graphic depictions of violence (of the bombing variety), self-injury and scarring, eye trauma.

huey laforet: parental abuse of the manipulative variety, arson, parental death, graphic depictions of violence, human experimentation, student-teacher relationships, eye trauma.

melvi dormentaire: parental abuse and grooming, graphic depictions of violence, identity theft, terrorism.

luchino b. campanella: descriptions of vomiting, mild violence.

luck gandor: graphic descriptions of violence, apathy due to depression.

sham: identity theft, manipulation, hivemind themes.

ronny schiatto: mild unreality.

christopher shaldred: graphic descriptions of violence, major self-hatred, mild themes of the extinction of humanity, occasional discussion of bugs.

isaac dian: N/A.

ladd russo: graphic depictions of violence, the US prison system.

maiza avaro: graphic depictions of violence, general recklessness in cars.

upham: terrorism.

chané laforet: terrorism, parental grooming and mild abuse, self mutilation by way of willingly having her vocal cords removed.

gabriel & juliano: graphic depictions of violence.

pamela: kidnapping, gun violence.

lana: kidnapping, gun violence.

sonja bake: kidnapping, gun violence, human weapons.

rachel: N/A.

molsa martillo: graphic depictions of violence.

victor talbot: graphic depictions of violence, the US government and lawmaking systems, gratuitous cursing, national corruption.

keith gandor: graphic depictions of violence.

berga gandor: graphic depictions of violence.

kate gandor: N/A.

kalia gandor: N/A.

laz smith: not necessarily gun violence but a lot of mentions of guns specifically.

mark wilmens: graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts.

roy maddock: past drug addiction and frequent drug mentions, self-harm, suicide attempts, graphic depictions of violence.

edith: frequent drug mentions in relation to roy.

nicola casetti: graphic depictions of violence.

tick jefferson: GRAPHIC depictions of violence and torture.

tim: grooming in the nonsexual way, human experimentation, graphic depictions of violence.

elmer c. albatross: cult activity and related abuse, religious trauma, suicide mentions, graphic depictions of violence.

dallas genoard: graphic depictions of violence, intense descriptions of drowning, severe ptsd symptoms, mild internalized homophobia.

rail: graphic violence of the bombing variety, human experimentation.

lua klein: graphic depictions of violence, suicidal idealation.

charon walken: the US child actor industry.

claudia walken: solipsism and mild unreality, the US child actor industry.

aging: graphic depictions of violence.

sylvie lumiere: human trafficking, abuse, mild violence.

gretto avaro: parental abuse, arson, mild violence, major character death.

monica campanella: past sexual assault, graphic depictions of violence, major character death.

esperanza c. boroñal: past sexual assault in reference to monica's past.

begg garrott: heavy drug use creation & addiction.

nile: graphic depictions of violence.

hong chi-mei: graphic depictions of violence.

renee parmedes branvillier: graphic depictions of violence, human experimentation, student-teacher relationships, eye trauma.

nader schasschule: terrorism, manipulation.

gustav st. germain: N/A.

carol: N/A.

carzelio runorata: graphic depictions of violence, bears.

leeza laforet: parental abuse, human experimentation, identity theft, hivemind themes, graphic depictions of violence, eye trauma.

adele: graphic depictions of violence, human experimentation.

ricardo russo: identity theft, graphic depictions of violence, apathy due to depression.

ennis: human experimentation, mild violence.

mark twain: parental abuse, graphic depictions of violence, mild unreality, cult mentions, past suicide attempts, survivor's guilt.

roger zelazny: graphic depictions of violence.

cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach: war, graphic depictions of violence, attempted kidnapping, inprisonment, major character death.

cyran azerrad kapral: graphic depictions of violence.

camille renaudin: living dolls, mild unreality.

yuri briar: borderline siscon, corrupt government operations.

puss in boots: general themes of death and mortality, graphic descriptions of violence.

hatsune miku: mild unreality, AI technology.

ice pick joe: graphic depictions of violence.

yemevon: graphic depictions of violence and sickness.

[melviwelvi]

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[agallimaufryofoddments]

*Considers draft of response to ask about Elmer showing up on 1935*

On the one hand…2002 vs. 1935 parallels!

On the other…Flashing neon signs screaming “APPLY ELMER.”

Reminder #245 to self: “Yes and no” is not an acceptable answer.

[stpidpup]

oh also sorry for my last reblogged i used the wrong account! sorry!

[c4rdsharp]

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast . - luckmelvi :)

The kitchen was small. As far back as Luck would recall, there was never much space for the whole of the Gandor family to fit in it. Many of his childhood mornings were spent squeezing through bodies & shuffling through cabinet doors, sometimes in an attempt to sneak around his eldest brother. They had wanted for nothing, but some habits die hard – their father, who lived as many poverty - stricken immigrants did, was used to a life existing without food. As such, the brothers weren’t allowed more than their right to share ; anything bigger than 1 serving size was deemed selfish & discouraged upon. It was a rule even Berga respected, mindful of his cooking habits. Keith would enforce it as well as he could, and it was often a game between Luck and Claire to see who could get away with the most food from the cabinets.

i think Claire had been in the lead.

His gaze drifted towards the all - too familiar scratches & chipped marks along the opposing cabinet doors. Luck’s back was pressed to the counter, a cup of warm coffee lifted to his lips. A soft, pinkish light filtered through the window. He’s been told a number of times how beautiful the dawn was outside of the city – hell, apartments with a sunny view were especially wanted in New York – and, perhaps it was, but it was never something Luck particularly wanted. For one, the sun would be too harsh. If he had a window right at eye level, it would be rather bothersome, especially if he were to be cooking. Besides, he had always preferred sunsets.

He took another sip of his coffee, feeling the quiet morning air. Not that New York City was ever quiet ; he could make out the rumbling of cars on the street, passing by and the tired stampede of pedestrians, their soft murmurs barely perceptible to his ears. The city had never gone to bed. It worked through the night tirelessly and it barely yawned through the morning.

much like myself.

It brought a smile to his lips as the humdrum continued, a sonorous symphony composed of feet, blacktop, and roadways, taxis & Fords, the babble of neighbors above & below his head, barely woken up themselves. He stayed like that for a few minutes, taking it in all . . . until he then heard a more prominent melody enter the picture.

The lethargic shuffle of feet brought his attention back to the entrance, his face returning to one of neutrality as a familiar shape shambled through the threshold.

“ ah, good morning, mio amore. i was wondering when you’d get up. uou . . . didn’t have any trouble with sleep last night, did you? “ It was an earnest question. Although Melvi & Luck shared a room together, it wasn’t as if Luck could really tell how decently his partner slept. Sure, he could warrant a guess, but all - in - all, he knew better. Melvi would’ve preferred to be asked than for Luck to assume ; neither of them really enjoyed the feeling of being helpless, so to speak.

However, Melvi did sleep in more than usual. Such didn’t warrant Luck to be worried, but slight changes to their routines does pique his radar for trouble.

He watched as Melvi mumbled something under his breath – a greeting, perhaps, an answer. Luck couldn’t quite make out what it was, but he assumed by the rather short response, there was nothing to be talked about – either because there was nothing wrong or because Melvi just didn’t wish to disclose. It didn’t matter to Luck as his partner walked over, a look of tired thought on his face.

he must be thinking about breakfast. Luck placed aside his coffee cup as he ran through their rather limited menu options. Neither of them were huge on cooking & breakfast tended to be quite light : Luck disliked wasting time on food & Melvi was usually pretty eager to leave for work with him whenever it was possible. It never bothered either of them to be Spartan with their diet, but . . . watching Melvi contemplate their meager food choices, Luck spoke up.

“ i was thinking . . . since i don’t need to go into work just yet, perhaps we could have breakfast elsewhere? i’ve heard some wonderful things about the cafe just around the corner. if you would like, we could head over there. “ Luck paused as he allowed that to sink in. Truthfully, some of that was a life. No consideration had been made whatsoever. In fact, Luck already had breakfast, but that was hours ago and he doubted Melvi was awake enough to call him out on the bullshit.

Nor did he really have the morning off, but that point was moot when you were the boss. Somehow, the desire to wait for Melvi outweighed his desire for productivity – it was strange. Luck never considered himself to be that type of person before, but it felt . . . wrong to leave while Melvi was still sleeping. He decided to wait for him to at least say goodbye, but, well . . .

it seems i had other plans.

Moving forward, Luck gently gripped Melvi’s arm and pulled him in for a soft, but short, gentle kiss. The other didn’t have time to react to Luck’s quick affections, but that was alright. There were plenty of other opportunities in the day to make up for it. Pulling away, he smiled with an unusually soft expression, one often only reserved for Melvi and one he was sure he would never make again. How funny time works out.

Luck cupped his cheek and rubbed soft circles into it, as if to wake him up a little – enough to get a response, at least. “ if you'd prefer, i could request delivery. you don’t seem to be in much of a rush this morning, so i won't push you to leave the house just yet, but . . . well, you know we don’t have all day. “

kiss and tell / @closedcoffins

[ellvie]

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[melviships]

No One Even Knows This is My Pretty Year (EkuMel)

Melvis and Dimple stop by Spirits and Such and discuss plans in the new cafe. Dimple x Melvis pairing, implied Reigen x Dimple and Reigen x Melvis. Title taken from Pretty Year by The Technicolors. Written to the playlist (Narrator Voice) Reigen Arataka.

Word Count: 2,211

Content Warning(s): Tobacco usage, swearing, food, Divine Tree arc spoilers

Salmon rice: the perfect dish for fall, Reigen had told him before leaving the apartment. Melvis sighed as they arranged it in the bento box, making use of a fish stencil to outline it with nori. It was accented with a collection of mushrooms and sliced carrots (the host's preference for color coordination). A cold chill ran up their spine as they lowered the lid.

"Dimple," they grunted while pouring tea into a thermos.

"Are you heading to the office ? I thought you worked at the club this day of the week."

"Not today. I'm not up for socializing like that." 

His tiny hands felt warm in comparison to their icy neck. "Yeesh. You feel awful." 

"Haven't been sleeping much."

He watched their gaze drift to the floor, taking notice of their singular slipper. "I getcha. You need a hand getting there ?"

"I…" They licked their cracked lips. "Yeah. I would appreciate that. Very much."

-.-.-.-

"I'm coming in."

"The door is open."

Reigen glanced over as he scrolled through his inbox. "Hey."

Melvis held up the bento box. "Brought lunch. Don't eat it too early."

A grimace painted over their features as Reigen immediately untied the cloth keeping it closed and sunk the chopsticks into the rice. The two roommates exchanged looks. "I skipped breakfast." His eyes darted back up. "Dimple."

The spirit froze mid-air, groaning as he slid back around the corner. "Can I help you ?"

His eyebrows raised. "It's been awhile. You missed chances to eat."

His expression softened with amusement as the green blob scowled at him. "I don't live off of cannibalism, you know."

"Right," he cracked as he shoveled another bite of rice down his gullet. "Ugh, I need to figure out what to eat later. Maybe the shop will have something worth trying."

"I saw the sign. Where is it ?"

He waved towards the ceiling with his free hand, his mouth stuffed with carrots and shifting as he chewed carefully. 

Melvis liked them crunchy and Reigen was not one to refuse free food. 

His subordinate would have reminded them that the psychic disliked them altogether. 

Wrai leaned back, wraiths pupils dilating as he stared directly into the light. Gone were the fluorescents, but their photo sensitivity had only worsened with bought time. Ceramic clinking, muffled yet audible, found its way to their ears. They frowned. “There’s a new cafe, and it’s upstairs ?”

“Correct. It is pretty convenient, so I don’t have any complaints.” As the words left him, the sound of footfall overhead made his eyes dart to the ceiling. They narrowed at the loud squeal of a loose plank. “I am not certain that I can say the same for them.”

Melvis hummed. “I think I’ll give it a look-see.”

"Bring something back, won't you ?"

"I'll think about it."

Reigen's scoff was cut short as the door shut behind them.

-.-.-.-

A man looked up from the counter as the door bells chimed. “Welcome. Sit wherever you like." 

The host leaned forward as they scanned the shop. Two people sat in the corner, chattering away. One rolled their shoulder and exclaimed how effective the exorcism was. No more stiff joints ! Truly a miracle. Dimple rolled his eyes. 

"I hope my store is inviting enough." The owner coughed. "Menus are on the placemat. Our house blend is a medium roast with hints of dried fruit and nougat.”

Not a glance was spared towards the selections. “Can I smoke on the balcony ?”

He clicked his tongue. “Wouldn’t be the first one. Go ahead.”

They tilted their head curiously. "Thanks.”

As they strode past the table the pair of clients glanced over, their volume lowering as they continued to converse. One of the boards near the glass doors groaned audibly as he stepped towards them. Dimple snickered. Melvis smirked. They rocked back and forth on it a few times before sliding the door open, smiling as it closed with a satisfying thump of rubber seal meeting metal. The balcony was small, only able to house a single stool and a round low table. Some moisture clung to the cork coaster resting atop it- a ring of coffee drying and fading in the sunlight. 

They wondered if the flat whites they served were any good. Maybe on their way out they decided before approaching the railing. An ashtray was already waiting for them. It was a recognizable sight: a dollop of gray on the wooden ledge. They turned the ashtray over in their hands, running a thumb along the stained grooves that textured the earthenware further; a smattering of ash in the bowl told them it was recently used and emptied. The sole spot clean of grime was a solid fingerprint left behind by massage oil. Their lips twitched into a brief smile. 

Dimple cleared his nonexistent throat. “Want me to light… ?”

“Ah. While I would love that…” They glanced behind them and the ghost nodded. “Better not. Reigen has a reputation to uphold.”

He murmured, “I think it would be fine, in that case.”

They laughed and tapped out a cigarette from the box. “Let’s not, okay ?”

A snap from their gloves rolled the wheel and the mechanism ignited, smoldering the end as they inhaled. Sweet nicotine burned their lungs. Warmth spread through and they felt the bloom of Dimple’s residence. “That’s nice.”

“How about you let me get the full effect ?” A growl halted in their throat. “Dollface.”

“Fine.” 

He spun around them as they tucked the lighter away. Their gaze met his; his mouth opened and a stutter escaped as his body wavered, tiny hand clasping the end of their finger. They smoked silently until he flared up from the boost. 

“So,” they said, punctuating it with a smoke ring.

“So,” he replied, floating through it with a flourish. 

Their heads turned to the large green vegetation that broke up the blue of the sky. 

“They’re calling it the Divine Tree.”

“That they are. A number of groups have emerged, taking it into their belief system that it’s some sign of their savior.”

The esper ran their fingers through his form, flames licking at the leather before retreating. “You’re taking advantage of it.”

“W-well, yeah.”

“Any evil spirit would be a fool not to. Even if they aren’t after worship,” they said before taking a drag. Smoke billowed from their lips. “I can feel the negative energy ruminating. Some are saying it is signaling a calamity. They’re afraid this could finally be the end. With everything that’s happened, I can’t blame them.”

“We could bring that into being.” He flew around their head, poking their temple with a grin spreading across his glowing face. “The beginning, the end- they can be the same thing. A whole new world. And us, orchestrating it.” 

“Have you told Shigeo your plans ?”

He flinched. “No, n-not…. Not yet. I need more time to gather power and show him what I-” He swallowed. “What we’re capable of.”

They chuckled, resting their cheek on top of their hand, cigarette dangling from their fingers. “Hot stuff, you don’t need to tell me twice. You want to look your Sunday best.”

“That’s not really a thing here. Seasoning City may have a lot of religions, but I’m not a part of that Jesus crap.” 

“Just a saying. Didn’t mean anything by it.” 

Wrai pinched his cheek and he slapped their hand away, rubbing the site with a frown. “Anyway, I’ve been looking into the whole thing. You’ve seen the market- the place is crawling with goods and merchants capitalizing on the thing. Some of them are even consuming it. At least those brave enough to try.”

They quirked wraiths brow. “It’s broccoli.” 

“I know it’s damn broccoli !” He spat back, crossing his arms with an exhale. “People are stupid, but not everyone is so keen on eating anything that sprouts of the ground.”

“Uh huh…”

“It has interesting qualities. Whatever is taking shape there can spread its influence more when people come in contact with it. Ingesting it, even further. I’ve tested it myself and I was able to manifest some desires.” He sneered. “Unfortunately, your boyfriend meddled.”

“My boyfriend ?”

“What ? He’s not mine.”

“Ha.”

His face darkened. “Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

“Reigen isn’t capable of exorcism.” They shook their head, smoke zig-zagging a minuscule contrail. “It was Seri, wasn’t it ?”

“Shigeo helped. He did most of the work, to be candid.” His lips twisted to the side. “That boy has been the root of my issues, tch.”

“Sounds about right. He’s powerful, but that kid is on another level,” they sighed. “He might not be interested in your plans-”

“Since when is it only my plan ?”

“I wouldn’t have done this on my own, thank you very much. I was okay with sitting on the sidelines and watching the spectacle. Like the majority of spirits do. We’re not all after interaction and attention.”

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that. You’re here with me. That means something.”

“Back to the subject at hand, the kiddo is not going to interfere with us as long as we don’t impact others negatively. That was your mistake, I reckon.”

“I wouldn’t say that. The guy was already like that long before I got involved. I just,” he explained, voice fizzling out a moment, “Accelerated things for him. Sped things along the track he had already laid. Some people are destined for a life of stagnation and eventual ruin.” He chuckled. “It makes it easier to steer them towards salvation.”

“As long as we can give them what you promise. Hypnosis can only go so far. It will take some convincing for our first recruitment.”

"Are you ready to join me ?"

A laugh rose from their chest. Silently, they drifted over and sat on the balcony ledge. "I'm no fool, Dimple."

The spirit landed in their palm and let him stroke the top of his head. “Oh, I’m aware. Glad to have you on board.”

As the clouds collided with the growth on the horizon, two cafe patrons murmured about the strange man smoking outside and talking to themself. Plumes of smoke mingled that day, signaling an incoming danger.

-.-.-.-

“You better like dòushā bāo.”

“Huh ?” The blond rolled his chair back as the plate of steamed buns was set in front of him. Melvis shot him a cheeky look and he grumbled. “I ate not even an hour ago.”

“Heat it up later.” He watched Dimple collide with their back. “We’re heading out.” They stopped at the door. “Be careful.”

His hand raised as it closed behind them and he swore under his breath. 

He stared down at the buns and lifted each one to inspect them. The pillowy dough yielded in his grip, the red spot dimpled from the weight. He sniffed it and licked the sides: yeasty and slightly sweet. As far as he could tell they were ordinary red bean buns. His eyes narrowed and he muttered, “Why did I think I could tell if they tampered with it ?” He bit into one and hummed around the mouthful. “Pretty tasty curse.”

Each one was slowly reduced to nothing as he typed out a response to the new requests. He slid his tongue over his teeth to dissolve any lingering paste and washed his mouth out with tea from the thermos sitting next to the laptop. 

After sending the e-mails out, he stretched with a loud sigh. His eyes moved over to the clean plate. “I should… probably take that back.” It was a plain dish. Pretty cheap. They wouldn’t miss it if he took it back home. He shook his head. There was no way that Melvis would not comment on it. In the conman’s mind, his stoic face cracked into sneer. ‘Oh ? You liked the food so much you took it back, huh ? I’ll make sure to give them a big tip and let them know next time.’

Reigen grabbed the plate and paused as he noticed the platform it was sitting on. He set it back down and picked up the gray ashtray, brighter than he remembered and emanating a rosy, milky scent. Something fluttered from it and he grunted as his hand failed to catch it in time. “Urgh. Come on.” His back popped as he strained to reach under the desk. He dragged the paper across the floor and the scratching sound told him that he would be having to ask his new employee to sweep and mop when he stopped by. The torn end curled around his finger as he read the handwriting on the back. 

‘Reigen, the club has been exceptionally busy as of late with all the skepticism floating about. I will be busy, in turn, and will likely not be around to visit the office or be home for dinner. Do not worry. I will make sure to stock the fridge and to leave instructions for your meals. You are plenty capable without my assistance. 

Please do not look for me. I am hard to find. 

-Melvis’ 

Their signature was coupled with a moon drawing, a crater burnt into it with a cigarette butt. 

“...dammit,” he cursed and balled up the note, standing up, “Like hell I’m not looking for you. What are you two up to ?”

[boundlss]

He almost teases Luck about how accepting something like that might be a decision he wants to think over more, considering it's something like a symbolic tie for life, but it strikes him that there's nothing about his and Luck's life that isn't deeply intwined together now. That hadn't been something he was necessarily unaware of, but he also wasn't especially conscious of that fact.

There really isn't anything I do that I don't want to share with Luck.

It might be that thought that makes him smile, or it might be Luck's response, steadfast as he always is with regard to Melvi's genuine wants. Of course, Melvi himself is the same way. He can't recall the last time he hadn't dropped everything to accomodate for the sort of major things Luck wanted, and he hasn't yet had any regrets about doing so.

So, there isn't really any way in which he and Luck aren't married, except for the most obvious way. Melvi doesn't strictly need a ceremony to prove they'll be together for the long run, but at the same time...

It's just a nice thought, is all. I'll probably have to put up with people who I don't like and who don't like me per Luck's invitation, but that doesn't matter. I just want to be together and be happy.

"I won't lie and say it only exists as a hypothetical, no, but I wasn't asking you outright just then either. I'd be much better at proposals than that." Melvi puts on an affronted face, resting his chin in one hand. "Honestly, Luck, it's completely unromantic to propose like that. I was mostly just curious about whether your reservation towards marriage as a whole extended to---... Well, if it extended to us."

There's not any strict uncertainty or sheepishness in Melvi's tone; he's not so consumed with want as to contradict something Luck might have been uncomfortable with. The main goal of the hypothetical had been gauging interest from the start.

"It really isn't a hard line in the sand I'm drawing; we're practically married already. I just thought it could be nice."

( THE FOX / LUCK GANDOR. )

ah . . . so there it is.

It was obvious how much this question meant to Melvi. Try as he might to remain unaffected by the conversation, it was apparent there was a lot more going on underneath the surface. Of course, that was a given. Neither Luck nor Melvi were the sorts of people to wear their hearts on their sleeve. It wasn’t their role to play in the grand scheme of things. However, in the privacy of home, between the two of them . . . nowhere else was safer to discard the mask.

safety . . .

It was an odd word to be thinking about, given the context, but . . . it really wasn’t something so detached that it could be considered divulging. Now that Luck was thinking about it . . . there really wasn’t anything that tested safety more than a wedding, was there? One could argue the financial and emotional risks that often plague a family, but those were always going to be given. Nothing is really, truly safe from potential danger. Besides, those sorts of problems only cause ruin for relationships built on a weak level of trust and security. There was no one else in the whole world Luck trusted more than Melvi, and the certainty of his relationship led him to believe in the certainty of a successful marriage. There are . . . very few things Luck was ever certain about.

perhaps . . . that’s the real reason i never put much stock in marriage before. i always thought it would be a huge risk for me. it was inviting a target where there was none before, and with no guarantee of results . . . i don’t make bets when i have no way of winning.

Luck gave a glimpse of a wry smile, but it wasn’t directed at Melvi’s question. No, he was starting to understand the faults of his blind cynicism. So much so that he had failed to consider the possibility that this may be something Melvi could potentially want. Somehow, it didn’t seem all that shocking. Perhaps it was because Melvi had more of an earnest desire to experience the joys and woes of being human, the sorts of things Luck had lost all sense of desire for. He may have only internalized how much a marriage would hinder him, that there was simply no reason for him to pursue such an experience. In truth, Luck had left many a great opportunity to go for the sake of his own safety.

but now . . . that isn’t even a question. if there was someone i would accept a marriage from, it would be . . .

His wry smile turned gentle and warm. It wasn’t the sort of smile that would light up a whole room, but for Luck, it was considerably bright. Soft, like a candle flickering by their bedside at night . . . it was exactly the sort of tender thing befitting this conversation. His distaste for weddings did seem slightly foolish now, doesn’t it? To think he would have Melvi doubt any sort of answer coming from him . . . Luck would have to make up for that difference.

“ . . . of course. even with my personal misgivings, i would never tell you no. if that is something you want . . . it’s not as if you’re asking a great deal of me. you’ve asked for far more and far worse already, “ he chuckled, his face brightening even more, “ how unlike you to ask for something with so little certainty . . . does this exist only as hypothetical in your mind? “

[boundlss]

you should know very well i love your writing and seeing all your muses. you've crafted some wonderful responses, like with Cyran to Dharlan several weeks ago, that have inspired me and want to make me write more & better. it's a given i adore almost all your canon muses i've interacted with : Claire ( i especially love your Claire, he's practically from the Baccano! canon to me ), Maria, Laz, Melvi, Rui, Twain, Roland, SHIROE . . . you have such a fun way of writing your muses that make each of their responses enjoyable and unique. i know you tend to get a little insecure about these sorts of things, but you really do have such a wonderful grasp on their voices.

and that goes for your OCs too! tbh, i adore how unique each of them are and how creative you can be with their individual lores. i struggle with that, so i admire your ability to not only be so passionate about them, but to really dig into who they are and what they're all about. every little bit of information about Cyran is so fascinating and i can tell you've given him a lot of thought.

i know how much you love and think about your muses. even with ones you don't write that often or think about, you really consider your responses and what they would say. you're such a wonderful writer and i'm happy to still be writing with you!

ahhh thank you meechi!! not long after i rbed this initially i had a really bad experience with some friends so this was really nice to log back on to!!

i really appreciate your thoughts on my writing, genuinely---i'm glad you think i have a good handling of my characters' voices because you're right, i DO tend to think they sound a little same-y sometimes. i know you like my writing already but it really does make me happy to see you say it because i hold your opinion in very high regard when it comes to this kind of thing---you're pretty much the best writer i know, so it means a lot.

i'm happy to still be writing with you too! i'm glad we stuck it out together. five years is literally crazy, it's so weird to think we've been friends for that long. i'm prepared to follow you around like a stray cat for five more. o7

how's my writing? / accepting always.