#However it's not that often I don't think?? Vincent's got a bit going on because he's in Capitalist Hell America

[cosmoknightchaos]

I think your trademark is awful horrible no good bastard characters that are associated with religious trauma in some way

I understand awful no good bastard characters (Vincent, Ares, Edge, King Moonjumper, Angelo, Pen, Kaizo, the list goes on) but I feel I don't do religious trauma that much? I wouldn't be surprised if I've accidentally written that in (Ironically, I love religious themes) but I also don't think I've done that much. Either that or Edge is such an iconic character that he's just The Marci Nights OC ever.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

This is a rough translation. I’ll edit this if I find the time. Expect mistakes.

Drake stopped me, and I followed his lead and got into the boat.

Drake: "On your right is a very nice tower."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, that's the Eiffel Tower."

Drake: "That's right, the Eiffel Tower."

Just as he said himself, he hadn't yet memorized all the sights in Paris, so his tour was a bit clumsy. However, I found it enjoyable how carefree he was.

Mitsuki: "What you see over there is the building of the Paris Expo. I went there before with everyone from the mansion."

Drake: "Yeah, they're having a huge festival-like event."

Mitsuki: "It was fun. Let's go together next time. Vincent's studio is also around there."

Mitsuki: "Okay, next. The theater over there often performs Shakespeare's plays. Wait, why does it seem like I'm the one giving the tour?"

Drake: "Haha! You're amazing. I'm learning a lot from you."

He stopped rowing the oar and narrowed his eyes.

Drake: "This city holds a lot of memories for you and the folks at the mansion, huh?"

Mitsuki: "Yup. I was able to get used to and enjoy the lifestyle of the 19th century, thanks to everyone."

Drake: "Do you like this world?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, I do."

When I first time-traveled here, I was bewildered by the differences in time and culture. But now, the people I've met have become dear to me, and this world has become a place I belong to. So much so that I was willing to live here.

(But…)

Drake: "Then why the gloomy face?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

I lifted my slightly lowered face and saw him staring intently at me.

Drake: "Don't you realize? You seem to enjoy talking about this city and the people in the mansion, but sometimes you look a little sad."

(I promise not to feel down, and yet...)

He saw through my expression that I didn't even notice myself. He leaned his elbow on his knee and looked up at me, resting his chin on his hand.

Drake: "If you're carrying something, you can let it out here. You've been around here for a while, so it might be hard to talk to everyone at the mansion about it."

Mitsuki: "........"

Prompted by his gaze, I opened my lips.

Mitsuki: "It's true that I love this world."

Mitsuki: "But the more I think that way, the more I feel guilty about it."

Drake: "Guilty?"

Mitsuki: "Because my loved ones are in my world."

Family and friends. I had left everything from my past behind as I stepped through that door.

I really gave it my all to stay positive, but those lingering attachments and regrets kept dragging me down, making it difficult for me to start over.

Mitsuki: "I felt like I was betraying my world by accepting that I couldn't go home."

(Despite being treated well by everyone, I keep looking back repeatedly.)

(I'm so half-hearted.)

I clumsily let all the worries that had accumulated in my chest out into words, and he listened without saying anything.

Mitsuki: "Sorry you have to hear me talk like this."

Drake: "It's fine."

Drake: "You're ridiculously kind."

Mitsuki: "What?"

Drake: "You're worried that you're betraying someone."

Drake: "I've seen plenty of people get angry and sad because they've been betrayed, but you're different."

He said it as if he were in front of something mysterious.

Mitsuki: "I don't want to betray anyone because it would destroy the precious bond we've built."

Drake: "Bonds, huh?"

Drake: "No matter how strong your bonds are, there's always a chance the other person might betray you."

He looked at me and spoke again.

Drake: "I understand that your world is important, but it sounds like it's become a burden for you."

Mitsuki: "It's not a burden at all."

Drake: "You sure? The only things that come out of your mouth are thoughts of betrayal, guilt, and a sense of wrongdoing."

Drake: "You haven't forgotten or discarded that world. You're continuing to carry it while making excuses about being unable to do anything to comfort yourself."

(.......)

The words he said hit me like a knife.

He straightened himself up, and the wind rustled his hair and the feathers on his hat.

Drake: "If it's really important, even if you're apart and even if you can't meet, those feelings won't change and will remain just as strong."

Drake: "You should be proud that you have many important and irreplaceable things."

Drake: "It's your life. No matter how you choose to live, it won't be a betrayal."

(It won't be a betrayal?)

His straightforward words flowed like water into my chest, making all the worries and hesitations disappear.

Drake took off his hat and gently placed it on my head.

Drake: "Well, unlike you, I've always had this burning desire to get back at my enemies."

He playfully patted my head through the hat and smiled.

Drake: "If you're always thinking about those people and sacrificing your desires, you'll miss out on life."

Drake: "Or are there people among those 'important ones' who would call your way of living a betrayal?"

Mitsuki: "No! I'm sure no one would say something like that."

Drake: "Haha! You said it confidently."

Drake: "In that case, you should choose the path you believe in."

Drake: "In my opinion, living in a way that goes against your own wishes is the real betrayal."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

(Even if I choose my way of life, my feelings toward those important to me won't change. I won't betray them.)

I traced those words in my heart once more, and my heart felt lighter.

(As he says, rather than being trapped in regret and guilt...)

I should cherish what's important and stay true to my feelings.

I reflected on my feelings and placed my hand firmly on my chest.

Drake: "I just had an idea. Why don't we throw some bottled messages in the ocean next time?"

Mitsuki: "A message in a bottle? The one where you put a letter in a bottle and throw it into the ocean?"

The letter was then carried away by the waves, never knowing when or to whom it would be delivered.

Drake: "Yeah, that. If we use it, the letter won't get destroyed."

Drake: "The ocean goes on forever, after all."

Mitsuki: "That's true. Thank you, Drake."

The smile he gave me was kind of glowing.

I squinted my eyes without knowing if it was because of the reflection of the light on the river's surface or because of my own feelings.

(A message in a bottle, huh? That feels like a dream.)

I hoped that one day I could make it come true with him by my side.

(Talking to Drake made me feel lighter, as if something I had been holding in my chest was flowing away.)

"You're continuing to carry it while making excuses about being unable to do anything to comfort yourself."

What he said earlier really stung. But his typical words and aloof smile freed me from the cycle of emotions.

(It's all thanks to him.)

I tried to thank him again but found him staring at the river.

Drake: "But I think it's amazing that you can think about someone or the world you've lived in."

Drake: "I'll probably never understand that in my lifetime."

He spoke in a hushed, mumbling tone, and his eyes had a cold light in them, giving off a chilling sense of vulnerability.

(Drake?)

Drake: "Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine, so you don’t need to worry about it."

Drake: "Real betrayal is much more merciless."

He suddenly wore a dazzling smile, quite different from before, and casually uttered those words.

(Does that mean he has experienced that before?)

Drake: "Even so, you're quite mysterious."

Mitsuki: "Huh? Is there something strange about me? I think I'm pretty normal."

Drake: "That's what's strange about it. You time-traveled, lived with vampires, and got caught up in ridiculous destinies, but you're just an ordinary girl."

Drake: "You worry, you laugh—you're just a normal pretty lady."

Mitsuki: "........."

My heart skipped a beat at his gentle smile.

Drake: "Maybe that's the sort of person who's destined to make a difference."

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

He suddenly leaned forward, his smile vanishing.

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[krys-in-the-playhouse]

Felt like posting some notes I've made for myself when I'm drawing my girlies. I don't always remember all of them, but I do try to keep most of these in mind when I'm drawing the girlies. These are also all subject to change as my art style changes or if the girlies undergo significant changes later on down the road. It also helps for writing too, so if anyone needs physical descriptions that the visuals don't quite provide, here's a short list of traits to help picture them better. These are also in no particular order, just jotted down at the time I was thinking the trait. Some might also be super short and to the point.

Also, as a heads up, I'll be talking in detail about cis-female bodies, so mentions about boobs and the like are gonna feature here. And I talk very briefly about Houki and Abby having stretch marks on them because they've had kids, and that Abby stole Vincent's clothes when she was pregnant, but that's the extent of it.

And down we go!

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Houki (IkeSen)

Circle/Round shapes

Friend shaped, soft round friend

Squart and thick. She is short and stout, like a lil teapot.

She has stretch marks almost everywhere you'd expect them to be. Most prominent areas are her upper arms, stomach, and breasts, made especially more prominent after the birth of her son.

Skin tone is closest to light medium.

Hands are small with short, chubby fingers

Center parts her hair

Black hair with blue undertones. Hair reaches the middle of her back. Very straight for the most part. Usually keeps her hair loose at all times.

Round, green eyes. Very bright green eyes

Round glasses, goes around her eyes. She cannot see without them. Her hand has to touch her nose in order for her to see it clearly without them (which means she's severely near-sided)

When she smiles, it's usually small, closed mouth smiles. Her face doesn't really express big emotions, or if she is experiencing a big emotion, it's a lot more subdued compared to the average person. It has more to do with her upbringing rather than something physical like with Sasuke.

For IkeSen, she wears a medium blue kimono with pink trimmings. If there are designs on her kimono, it's usually flowers or butterflies. She's also often wearing a dark blue haori/jacket

Ophelia (IkeSen)

Sharp, straight shapes

Pale skin and hair, they just barely match. Her hair is white, some lights might make it look very pale blonde

Bangs sweep to the left (her right), which is where her hair part is and how her hair sits. Straight hair. For 7KPP, her hair is a lot longer, most often kept in a crown braid on top of and close to her head. With IkeSen, after she leaves Nobunaga and company, she cuts it short, shorter in the back than the front, curving to frame her face. She's got the Karen haircut, lol

Sharp, red eyes. Stole the description of Nobunaga's eyes being carnelian because I liked the image, so she and Nobunaga have the same eye color.

Bean pole shape, not much curving to her. Clothes give her more curves than she actually has

Average height

Beauty mole on her chin

Long fingers on slender hands. She used to wear gloves when she was in her home world to hide the fact that, though she was a noble, she's had to do a bit of manual labor in her life and her hands showed it. It was detrimental to the wealthy noble image she needed to portray, so she hid it a lot of the time. She doesn't wear them while in her IkeSen era, however, especially after she joins up with Kennyo

For IkeSen, she wears a dark red kimono that ends at her ankles, usually plain with no patterns, with medium red trimmings. Over it, she wears a thin obi and a wrap-style skirt called a mobakama over that (also red).

She mostly hides her emotions to be pleasant and pleasing to those around her, so she can keep up the image of the demure, high-class lady to get what she wants. Once she's done some emotional healing, however, her smiles seem more genuine and natural compared how she used to smile back home.

Thea (IkeVamp)

Bean-pole, tall and thin, willowy

Long shapes

Brown hair with warm/reddish undertones. Keeps it long. Kind of a loose bell shape around her face to soften the lines of her jaw while the rest is braided down her back for working convenience. Fully unfurled, her hair reaches her butt. Bangs sweep to the right (her left)

Freckles, freckles for days. Most concentrated on the apples of her cheeks and nose with some on her forearms and shoulders

Large, round blue eyes.

Pale skin with pinker undertones/warmer under tones

Slender hands with calluses. She's a seamstress by trade so her calluses are most prominent on her thumbs and forefingers. Has been gaining more of them since she started living in Comte's mansion and does more manual labor with Sebastian.

Her everyday wear at le Comte's mansion consists of a button-down yellow blouse, long blue skirt that reaches her ankles, and spat boots that button up the side. When she's working with Sebastian, she'll also sport a white apron because who wants to get their clothes dirty while working? Not Thea.

When she goes out into 1890s Paris, she dresses in the fashion of the day. Comte is quick to provide her clothes (bc sugar daddy gonna sugar), her usual wardrobe involving warm yellows and browns with fake flowers to match.

Very open with her expressions, she's quick to smile big and laugh if the mood strikes her. You'll also know when she's upset because the frown would be so, so deep. She also talks with her hands a lot, so if her face isn't showing what's she's feeling (a rare occurrence), her hands are also a dead giveaway.

Abby (IkeVamp)

Petite, soft shapes. The boba and hips have some gentle curves to them.

Short stature, small, slender hands

Cutest tummy pudge, wanna kiss it. Has most of her stretch marks here, made more prominent after she has kids.

Short, blonde hair. Lengthens and has more volume as she gets older. Usually worn straight with a little curl at the ends

Pale skin with some golden/cooler undertones

Round, warm brown eyes.

At first, she usually always looks nervous, always keeps her arms close to her body in the beginning because she's a nervous lil bean, she wants to take up as little space as possible. This changes once she gains more confidence in herself.

Wears boxy sweaters, sweater vests, and dress pants at first because she wasn't confident in her body (among other things) so she dressed to hide what she didn't like looking at. During her first pregnancy, she was notorious for stealing Vincent's clothes (less so in her later ones) because she felt more comfortable in them for this reason. Later on, she does pick up some more feminine styles like long flowy skirts and rounded sleeve tops as she gains more confidence in herself.

Maddie (IkeRev)

Oval shapes, as opposed to circle shapes like Houki

Short and curvy. Girlfriend is stacked like a brick house

Cool green/almost greyish colored hair, kept short with some fluff to it

Plum colored eyes. Round eyes

A lot of cool colors overall

Light medium skin, maybe with some yellow undertones to contrast with her other cool colors

Two pink earrings each on the tips of her ears and one in the lobe parts.

Sometimes has flowers in her hair, usually pink ones

Long shirts, short jackets

Always in boots. Made for walking and that's just what they do. Most often seen in knee to thigh length ones.

Wears chokers like 90% of the time

Another that likes to talk with her hands, like Thea.

Also pretty open with her emotions, smiles big and laughs loud.

Debating over whether to give her tattoos. Will determine this at a later date

Clara (IkePri)

Pear-shaped. Might not have the boba of Jin's dreams, but she does have some nice hips. Clavis approves.

Long brown wavy hair with cooler undertones. Usually keeps her hair in a low bun. If she's going to bed, she will braid it.

Round almond shaped eyes. Light pink eyes. Long eyelashes

Medium skin. Maybe just a touch darker than Jin with cooler tones as opposed to his warmer ones

Short but has a strong build. No strong wind is going to push her over. She could probably bench press Nokto and Rio if she really wanted to.

Dress her in warm tones to contrast with all of her cool colors. Orange is a good color on her, plus it links her with her friendship with Rio. Light blues/teal are also good for representing her relationship with Nokto.

Long skirts is the name of the game, baby. I usually put her in an orange one with a white blouse that has ruffled cuffs.

She dresses like an old-school librarian, mostly covered save for her hands and her head.

Still sometimes wears her engagement ring when she and Nokto were fake married, just not always on her finger.

Reserved when it comes to expressing her emotions. Wants to be strong for her loved ones but that can also lead to her coming off as cool and aloof. Catch her in the right mood and she can be super sweet and expressive (talk to her about MidCin or about making bread and tell me that girl isn't expressive, I dare you.)

Miri (Obey Me)

Soft shapes, friend shaped.

Similar proportions to Abby, gentle curves, soft and squishy

Short queen, thank you

Small hands. Asmo paints her nails pink! Also noted by Asmo after they make their pact together, her pointer and ring fingers are the same length on both her hands, which is neat to him. It's also noted that she has smaller than average ears, for a human.

Curly pink hair, her curls varying from loose weaves to tight coils. Her hair starts off short and choppy in Season 1 and gets longer and more maturely styled as she goes through the later seasons. By Nightbringer Season 3 (current season as of right now), it's mid-back length.

In the beginning, she dresses more to hide her body in the beginning because she's not confident in herself and doesn't know how to accessorize and become the hot girl of her dreams. This changes as she gets more comfortable with herself, plus surrounded by fashionable demons also helps with that.

Dark skin tone. Has warm/pinkish tones to her skin to go with her pink hair.

Has light pink to purple gradient eyes, round and wide for her curiosity.

When she creates pacts with the brothers (because I saw headcanons for this and I wanted to include it with Miri too) their symbols appear as tattoos on her skin. When she summons them or evokes magic in their name, it glows their signature color (Blue for Lucifer, Yellow for Mammon, etc). When she's using magic on her own without a brother, she glows white. When she's not using magic, the pact marks are invisible.

Locations of Pact Marks:

Lucifer: Over her heart

Mammon: Behind her right ear

Levi: Left kneecap

Satan: Right Forearm

Asmo: On her lower back

Beel: Stomach, above her navel

Belphie: Throat, right on her windpipe

Her RAD uniform has a knee length pleated skirt (skirt is grey but the inner pleats are red) and the cape portion is long, meeting her thighs like Satan's does. Depending on the season, she'll either wear a pink ribbon as her tie, or even a bolo if the mood strikes her. She wears white knee socks and black Mary Jane shoes. Like the brothers, she also sports a green button up shirt under the jacket, the hem covering to her mid-thighs while the belt sits at her natural waist, buckled properly.

Post OG Season 2, she wears Lucifer's Ring of Light, an older style ring that helps her to control her powers. She wears it on her left hand ring finger.

OG Season 3 and beyond, her Sorcerer Society tattoo is over the back of her right hand, showing the three staves and seven stars symbolizing her as a member of the Sorcerer's Society.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Sleep well 😴

Hmmm as a prompt (of my own creation haha)

Peter x Lucian

Peter doing his show, with some rare audience participation and dragging lucian on stage for a bit of flirting or even smooching.

This may be a little shit, but feel free to do whatever you want to do with this… I won’t be disappointed whatever you do.

I don't think it's shit, I think it's interesting!

On with the fic!

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Sometimes Peter's PR team liked to host these shows where audience participation was needed for the show. These could either go pretty well with whoever got chosen actually did what they were told to do, or they could go badly and things went to shit. Or, in one case, Peter having to take a trip to the hospital because a guest struck him with a prop and knocked him off stage.

He never did find out what happened with that guest, but his people were able to take care of things. He didn't bother to ask what that meant.

Tonight was a night for participation, it often drew in more customers. The chosen seat was randomized, and if no one sat in it, there were backups.

This was also one of those rare nights where Lucian came to see the show, curious to see how different the show was when an audience member was brought on stage. Peter nearly prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of Lucian tonight.

He was backstage, getting ready for when his grand appearance would happen, when he heard the sounds of the vampires out on stage. Some of them were talking among themselves, about looking for the perfect victim tonight. The usual actress who played the victim always loved these nights because she got to be a vampire for once, so he heard her happily exclaim it was time to hunt.

There was sounds of the vampires rushing the audience, the people happily getting involved with fake surprise and horror, until the lead actress, the head vampire, announced she found the perfect victim.

Peter made his way to the lower stage, getting on his platform to make his grand appearance by being lifted upwards to the stage through a trap door. He wondered who got chosen tonight, the last seat had, ironically, been for a birthday-celebrating kid, so that was pretty cool.

However, when Peter finally got up onto the stage, about to make his big, grand speech, the words died in this throat when he noticed who was 'strapped' to the bed.

Of fucking course it was his luck that Lucian would sit in the random seat.

Lucian looked perfectly fine playing the victim, in fact, he looked quite amused. Peter cleared his throat and decided it might be time for a little improvisation.

"Wrenches of the night!" He called out, hoping his voice didn't crack. "How dare you decide to try to make a feast of my fellow hunter, Blaiddda!"

He totally ignored the look Lucian shot his way at the joke name. "Unforgivable! For he is one of the best hunters in the land, blessed by the moon herself to take down your kind!"

The actresses looked a little confused, but then excited, they were good at their jobs, they loved mixing it up. "He was an easy catch, hunter Vincent! Distracted at just the right moment for us to strike!"

"It shall not happen again!"

"No, because he will bleed tonight, as will you!" Called the head vampire.

And their 'battle' started. All flashing lights and fog, fire and fake blood splatter. Lucian watched them from where he was still tied down to the set, seeming to be enjoying this way more than Peter liked. Clearly he was getting a kick out of the show more than he normally did.

Soon, Peter slayed the last of the vampires, who winked at him when she dropped onto the foggy stage. Cheek.

He hurried up to the bed where Lucian was, speaking into the mic on his jacket. "Blaiddda, have they harmed you?" He asked, trying not to smile, he had to pretend to be worried.

"No, I'm fine, you know I heal quite well from injury, my dear hunter." Lucian replied and Peter wanted to hide his face, fuck, that sounded weirdly romantic.

"Let me take you away from here, check for wounds, you never know what those crafty beasts can do when not looking."

"Ah? Are you that worried, or is this more of an excuse to get me out of my clothes?" Lucian smirked, the audience laughed, and Peter stuttered out nonsense.

"Y-you must have hit your head, let me, uh, take care of it."

"Whatever my hero desires."

"Jesus fuck, Lucian." He whispered and Lucian looked way too amused about this.

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This is what you get for the wolf joke, Peter.

[meatriarchived]

just as a small bit of heads up when it comes to interacting with both my killer / aggressive type muses and my survivor / victim type muses:

your muses can absolutely attempt to or successfully harm my muses. if they are in the middle of a struggle, they are being attacked or mine are grabbing at your muse? your muse can respond in turn how you see fit! i do not mind at all c:

----- luda mae isn't exactly physically strong anymore due to her age; however - she has blood on her hands as well, not nearly as much as charlie or thomas but she is not above using her age and perceived frailty because of it to her advantage. ----- birdie, wes, maria, my reagents, night hunter/don, vincent, and the legion, all of them your muse is fully okay to go after, grab, maim, throw shit at, lift off the ground, throw them, pull on their hair, you name it - if its something your muse realistically should do during struggles and fights and such, yours can harm my muses. ----- also, technically speaking? for my survivor / victim muses, in terms of one-shot interactions ( ie. responding to an inbox thing from me ) your killer muses are welcome to kill them for those brief interactions. if its easier to imagine: think of it in similar terms to the entity putting survivors through trials only for them to in essence "revive" and be completely fine for the next. c: i usually treat my inbox content as one-off pieces. they aren't necessarily meant to be a part of the muses' overall stories by default. so, if your killer muse wants to kill one of mine in an ask response? go for it! if my muse is being mouthy to your killer and they reasonably get ticked about it and wanna teach them a lesson? go. for. it. ----- otherwise, i dont plan on killing off any of my muses for realsies and anything other than one-shot inbox things? don't just outright kill my muses without warning or talk. :)

you can always shoot me any questions or concerns in regards to this :)

the ONLY muse i would say that high chances are, those things won't quite be as effective would literally be with thomas.

granted i'm not too sure exactly what height / weight that bubba stands at. while he is a pretty stocky guy, he also doesn't look nearly as beefy as thomas does. thomas is portrayed being as physically intimidating as possible. I write thomas as being 6 feet 9 inches tall. he's a bit of a heavy set guy. and he is built quite literally like a brick and cement building. he isn't just strong - he is CONSISTENT HARD LABOUR strong. his muscle tone is functional, not just for show so to speak. while for sure, stabbing at him, knocking things over in front of him to cut his path, etc. will slow him down / break his attention on who he's after? don't mistake his size for incapability to catch up real quick. hes like a rabid dog - poke at him long enough to agitate and he is a bullet train coming right at you. and just because hes often got his hands full by his chainsaw, doesn't mean he's useless without it. i'd wager that being literally pummeled to death by a man his size may be worse than a "quick" death by chainsaw blades to the face.

so what i mean is: your muse ABSOLUTELY CAN attempt to attack thomas as well! :) i would just say that it may not go nearly as well as hoped dsfjksa

( this is NOT to say however that i will disregard any discomfort when it comes to your muses being hurt / attacked btw. when i write any sort of altercation that may result in bodily harm, i auto-default to beginning an action and allowing the response to be either left open-ended for a brief interaction, or for you to decide your muses' next move / how they dodge it / etc. ya'll are always welcome to shoot me an im or make note of it in the tags or ask etc to ask about any of what i've spoken about here c: )

[saevus-brutalis]

fine you get more, gay

should I ask about fights or differences again and then get mad at you for it? yes, but I'll go with 2 and 4 🤲 feed me

coward [ship tag game]

2. do they like each other's friends? do their friends like them?

neither Vince nor Ragan really get to meet each other's friends and if they do, it's not often for a long time. both Vince and Ragan are from two very different worlds thus they have completely different assortment of friends.

Vincent's inner circle of friends is rather small, and most are not friends with each other or are fond of one another. those with whom he has more of a professional relationship — Dino and Jefferson — don't really give a shit about his private intimate life; it's not their business hence why they're neutral towards Ragan - if they even know of him. Reginald — Vince's ripper and an old friend from the army — ain't too fond of Ray and their relationship in general; he fails to see the good in him and only recognizes how much pain Vincent went through because of him. he thinks he makes Vincent too soft which will end up killing him in the long run. he does nothing however to ruin their relationships, but doesn't fail to voice his doubts.

when it comes to Ray's friends Vincent is pretty neutral, a bit guarded though. he doesn't have anything bad to say about them but he doesn't make an effort to be super friendly with them or get to know them more. they're a part of Ray's clan and he treats them as such, helps if needed around the camp, drink a beer or two when Ray isn't around; crack a joke maybe, but in the end he doesn't really care. if Ray likes them, Vince will make sure to be nice towards them.

Ragan generally likes Vince's friends, although he has to admit Vince's choice in friends is rather questionable. his old pals or work friends make him a bit uneasy and he personally wouldn't be too thrilled to be around them alone. they just don't match Ray's vibe - too cold, too rude, too city-like. they haven't done anything to Ray for him to have a bad opinion about them, so he doesn't really have much to say about Vince's friends.

Ragan's friends are really confused and feel conflicted about Vince. they're a bit scared of him in fact, intimidated for sure. they look at their relationship with a dose of skepticism, but eventually manage to warm up to Vincent and treat him as equal.

4. how do they compare to each other's exes? are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different?

after they separated in 2038 Vince had a few flings after he came back from the army, lots of one-night-stands, and one more serious relationship of 5 years with a rockstar, which eventually ended up in a mutual break up. Vince's type are rockerboys and nomads, so neither were really an upgrade nor downgrade, both were just from two different worlds, with two different backgrounds. Vince never really got over Ray, and while he did love Kerry when they were together it jus wasn't the same type of love Vincent had and has for Ragan. neither relationship was better or worse; both had some bad moments, but with Kerry Vince and him wanted different things from each other, and Kerry had a tendency to try and mold Vince into someone he wasn't. meanwhile Ragan doesn't try to change Vince while still calling him out on his bullshit. he accepts all the imperfections about him and who he is on the outside and the inside.

after Ragan got stood up by Vince he threw away all his feelings for him - or at least he tried - and started sleeping and dating around with whoever he pleased, trying to fill the hole in his heart left after Vincent. when he met Dante - leader of a clan he later joined after being on his own for over 2 years, he thought he finally found someone he can start something meaningful with. Dante was a really great friend, warm and funny, outgoing and loud - with him Ray didn't really have time or space to think about Vincent and dwell of what could've been. while Dante had so many green flags and seemed like a perfect guy he was a bit too perfect for Ray. many people would consider Dante an upgrade when comparing him to Vince, but Ragan thinks otherwise, and when Vincent eventually came crawling back it didn't take much for Ragan to take him back - his unpolished, uncut, rough diamond.

[thisismewritingsstuff]

Everyone's freaking out on twt over the bts photo showing Alexander and Wille (and seriously, sameee). Since we're a fandom so deprived of content that we basically over analyze every bit of crumb thrown our way, I decided to theorize what this might mean and all my brain came up with is that:

1. I agree it has something to do with a revenge plot against August. Think about it. The Queen has known it was August who leaked the tape and told Wille that they would "gain nothing by going public", meaning she has no intention of punishing him, and I bet my left toenail that she will continue to provide for August if only for the sole reason of buying his silence. After all, the press would have a field day if they find out that it's an actual member (distant, but still) of the royal family who filmed and outed the prince.

2. Wille is obviously furious about this. However, I think he'll go along with his mother in order to maintain what little agency he has. This would explain the more "princely" haircut. The PR team and Queen probably thinks it would be good to change his image, literally and metaphorically. Haircuts are pretty symbolic in shows/movies too, as it's often related to someone moving on or changing. Whether this is for better or for worse with regards to Wilhelm, well, we'll have to wait and see. (I do believe it'll be a turning point for him. Watch as our boy starts hatching plans with every snip oh-ho)

3. In relation to number 2, Wille is probably going to use his crown prince card. If he can't punish August for the tape, then he can do the next best thing: take away Hillerska from him. We all know how important Hillerska is to August—it's basically his whole world—and I'm assuming that after the whole Society fiasco there's a certain power imbalance at school, or at least at its higher ranks. We saw a photo of Nils and Wille, and although we're not sure yet if that's an actual scene or not, I'll still wager that they'll have a lot of scenes together in S2. This is significant as we don't really see them interact at all in S1. I know Nils isn't part of the Society, but he is one of August's best friends (along with Vincent) and as a third year wields some sort of authority over the boys at school. He'll probably feel left out of August's nobles-only-bs soon enough. Vincent will probably leave August in the dust as well, as he is the one supplying him meds early on and he wouldn't want his name to be associated with August if things get out of hand. So Wille will be having them in his hold one by one. They all want to be close to him if only to get favors in the future, but that's fine. You gotta use what you have, right?

4. Obviously this will create a divide among the students, especially those in the upper ranks, but the deciding factor will be Alexander. I suppose Wille got a hold of him by asking the other boys and I think he'll offer him a proposition that's both beneficial to Alexander and detrimental to August. I doubt Alexander will help them out of the goodness of his heart because, after all, Wille is a huge reason why he was the one that got blamed in the first place. Drug related offences in Sweden vary in severity and punishment, but suffice to say that it won't be good for August's record for him to be involved in a drug case, and in extension, this will put the Queen in a tight spot as she's basically sponsoring him. Let's see just how much she means family first.

5. Depending on whatever offer Wille can give Alexander, it'll be imperative that it's Alexander who implicates August, as Wille can be removed from the situation and no one—not August or his mother—can outright accuse him of having anything to do with bringing August down. He can even have Simon's involvement in the whole thing erased as part of the bargain. Like Wille mentioned back in S1, it doesn't matter when it's their word against one guy. No one will believe whatever story August comes up with, however true, since no one will back him up. Like I mentioned earlier, even Vincent will leave him. Sara will, too, after she inevitably admits to Simon the truth.

6. My call? Wille will take over Hillerska, bring August to heel, then push the Queen to a corner by basically forcing them to choose between the two: either to let him have the life he wants or at least move in a limited capacity that allows him to be with Simon, or air out all the family's dirty laundry. They'd have to settle for what they think is the lesser evil here. If Wille plays his cards right, we'll get to see him in his gaslight gatekeep girlboss era.

The sooner Wille realizes that being Crown Prince has its advantages, the better he'll be able to move things according to his will. What's the worse they can do? Remove him from the line of succession? Doubt the Queen will want to announce to the world the reasons why. People's distaste and disapproval for the monarchy will just skyrocket. And if there's one thing the Queen loves more than her son—scratch that, she loves everything more than her son. So yeah, she won't risk it.

[early20sfailingplenty]

Yo, I woke up after one in the afternoon and had a glass of milk with a Nutty Buddy of all things for breakfast, accidentally giving myself a stomachache because I drank the milk too fast. Then I immediately started on doing the dishes as soon as I was done eating (which took about three hours) before I finally sat down in front of my computer only to discover that today was not -in fact- a writing day.

I can just picture Bo watching me go about my morning in utter amusement as I stuff my face with a sad excuse for breakfast before proceeding to complain about my stomachache while doing dishes. Then listening to me bitch with half and ear when I finally sit down to do my favorite activity only to discover that I have no motivation for it.

He would definitely think I'm a bit of a fruit loop. Lol.

(Why are you and me giving off the same vibes? I too drink milk too fast and end up giving myself a stomachache😂😂😂 I had to Google what a Nutty Buddy was because we don't have them here in the UK and I got two results – a wafer bar with peanut butter between each layer and covered in chocolate and an ice cream cone with peanut butter pieces on it, but whatever you ate, it sounds super goooood ~ and a good breakfast to have (any breakfast is a good breakfast)! Delicious!💖

You forever whip up super cute blurbs for me unprompted so here I am with one for you; personalised and a bit late, but for you! Don't ever hesitate if you want one! I have more free time atm so I can do them same day in most cases!)

You had woken up in the early afternoon; later in the day, in fact, than even Vincent, who usually woke up around eleven if he had gone to bed at three in the morning, or noon if he had gone to bed just as the birds woke up at four.

Bo was often up early, as early as Lester (you had asked once if the two brothers sent each other good morning texts because they woke up at the same time, but they had denied it vehemently. Vincent, however, had nodded his head twice; answering once each for his brothers. You trusted him – he wasn't afraid to speak the truth, no matter the consequences, and he was the Sinclair most aware of their reality). As such, he liked to sit down at the kitchen table in the late morning, watching his twin come downstairs seeking coffee. Bo always had it made ready for Vincent, simply holding out an old cracked mug full of the steamy goodness, and accepting a good morning grunt from Vincent. A thumbs up or down from Vincent would tell Bo if he had slept well or not, and then the longer haired twin would be on his way back down to the basement to get ready for a day's hard work.

The eldest Sinclair was still at the table when you came downstairs at one in the afternoon, halfway through a sandwich. He chuckled around a mouthful at the state of you (like he was much better) and you wrinkled your nose in distaste as he greeted you with his mouth full. Your breakfast was simple but delicious – a glass of milk and a Nutty Buddy. Lester had surprised you with a box of them last weekend and you were eating them slowly, savouring each one.

You were thirstier than you realised, and even knowing what the consequences would be, you gulped down the glass of milk while eating your breakfast just as quickly.

Bo shook his head in amusement at you. “Jus' bought yer'self a ticket to Stomachache City, darlin', drinkin' it like that.”

You shrugged, making Bo laugh again, dumping the glass on the side and chucking the wrapper in the bin. Your stomach was sated but you'd probably eat something again soon; your breakfasts were only ever enough to take the edge off. You dealt with bigger meals once you were awake a bit more. The dishes were piled high and the day was still young, so you figured you would do the dishes. Unfortunately for you, Bo's warning and your ignored instinct came to fruition, because your stomachache set in while you were doing the dishes.

“Oww,” you tried to keep quiet, not wanting Bo to pick up on your discomfort, but he already knew what was happening to you, and he scoffed.

“What did I fuckin' tell ya'?”

He continued to listen to you as you complained about your stomach, though you took very few breaks from the dishes. Bo half listened to you, nodding and making noises to let you know he was still There in the room with you, but he gave you no sympathy. You had been warned, even with you knowing what you were doing, and he had nothing gentle for you. What had you expected? A stomachache. What had you done anyway? Drunk the milk too fast; it was your own damn fault. All in all, it took you three hours to get everything done (Bo watched the whole damn time but didn't help you, except to dump his plate in the sink with a cheeky grin), and by the time you were done, you had lost all motivation to engage in one of your favourite hobbies.

“Today is not, in fact, a writing day,” You huffed, doom-scrolling and not doing the very thing you had gotten out of bed for.

“Ain't it?” Bo grinned at you, amused by how your day had turned out. He had meant to go back to the garage but watching you was infinitely more fun. “Well, Tibby, I'on what t'tell ya', other than th'fact y're a few sandwiches sort of a picnic, huh? Fuckin' fruit loop.”

“Take one to know one, Sinclair.”

Bo mockingly tipped his hat at you and you grinned at each other from across the room, reading each other like the well-loved books you were.

[gravesightings]

Sure I can!!! Sorry for not giving details, I always do this 🤦🏻‍♂️! I actually had to google the meaning because english isn't my first language and in every site meant something different (with some similarities ofc), so i don't even know if dork is the word. But it's a silly s/o, who behaves slightly awkward, laughs of dumb or stupid things and tend to make jokes that only dads do, still they like being like this and love the feeling their personality cause in others.

hey, it’s no problem! thank you for elaborating. I appreciate it! 💞

slashers with a silly/dorky s/o.

Asa Emory / The Collector

socially awkward? same hat!

seeing someone slightly a bit more socially inept than him would cause him to take charge of the situation. awkward silence who?

paranoid as usual. what if someone happens to take advantage of you? he simply cannot have that. here, keep one of his dogs with you at all times.

big fan of the dad jokes so you might actually hear him laugh! but he’ll quickly try to brush it off and act like nothing happened.

tolerant of your antics as long as you don’t hurt yourself. if you’re observant enough you might catch him trying not to smile at you.

Billy Lenz

sweet piggy, silly piggy! billyboy is also a big fan!

billy doesn’t catch certain social cues so it’s as if you’re never awkward to begin with.

while he thinks some of your jokes aren’t that funny, he’ll laugh anyways! that’s how much he loves you, see?

pretty straightforward. that includes both complimenting you and some of his other interesting comments. haha you’re weird and your jokes are for old people! he likes that!

naturally joins you when he sees you laughing at something dumb. do you like victim people-watching? snicker along with him when a victim does something embarrassing in private.

Bo Sinclair

bo definitely thinks it’s cute! you remind him of vincent in a way except you’re actually funny.

catch him full-on belly laughing at your dad jokes. turns out he has the exact same type of humor! he only stopped making jokes because his brothers think he’s not funny.

now that he has you around, you’re both busting dad jokes and un-funny puns.

a little awkward with him? that’s alright. a hard smack on the back will do the trick. bo’s quite the charmer so he’ll have you comfy with him in no time.

the type to tell you up-front that you’re a little weird but “in a good way.”

Brahms Heelshire

this recluse wouldn’t have a damn clue if you happen to be slightly weird. there’s no socializing to be done in the walls, after all.

just thinks you’re shy and maybe a little odd? but he has manners! and he knows not to call you that out loud. he’s a good boy, you see.

the jokes are ....not very funny to him... but he’s not gonna say that either! you know why? that’s right! because he’s a good boy.

might give you a pity laugh from time to time because otherwise he feels bad.

but! brahmsy’s very on-board with laughing at dumb things. invites you to sit with him by the window and points out a rat rolling around in the garden. oh! there it goes!

Bubba Sawyer

you’re so cute!!! bubby makes sure to “compliment” you a lot by babbling at you softly and petting your head at the same time.

unfortunately he’s a little slow when it comes to the jokes so he can’t appreciate them as much...

honestly it’s hard to tell if he’s into it or not because bubba’s always smiling around you anyways. did he get one of your jokes or is he just happy to spend time with you? who knows.

you know who would appreciate the jokes and the antics though? choptop and nubbins.

drayton’s lifespan would be halved. he’s already got his hands full with the two troublemakers, and now you too?

Jason Voorhees

jason thinks you’re positively adorable! expect frequent head pats from this man.

like asa, he’s a bit of a paranoid so he makes sure to always keep an eye on you. you’re too sweet for this world and bad people might hurt you for it!

also a fan of the dad jokes! “hey jason, what’s a fish with no eye? ...a fsh.” cue muffled chuckling. gives you a thumbs up - jason’s seal of approval.

because big boy is a sweetheart, he’ll fake a laugh even if he doesn’t find it funny. also he’s given a thumbs up to all your jokes. all of them.

not one to laugh at dumb things but cares about you enough to want to know about it. tree stump shaped like a butt? hm you’re right. why are you laughing? ? how is it funny???

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

jesse also thinks it’s cute but in a condescending way.

“hey jesse, what kind of shoes do ninjas wear? ....sneakers!” deep sigh.

like the true gentleman he is, he would never leave you hanging no matter how bad your jokes are. mostly he’ll just shake his head and give an exaggerated sigh.

once he had pulled out his knife and handed it to you, asking you to “please end his misery,” after you had told him the impasta joke.

definitely the type to give sarcastic comments such as “please not another one, I’m already dying of laughter,” or “you’re putting other comedians out of business.”

Michael Myers

no reaction as always. just grumpier than usual.

bastard hands mcmike thinks it’s dumb and you’re dumb, so naturally he’s going to follow you wherever you go. y’know, just in case someone decides to abduct you.

completely lost in thought while you’re ripping out all your killer jokes. why are you like this? internally decides he’s going to repeat the process again tomorrow.

thinks it’s a serious problem and if you keep at it, he’s going to get creative. would you behave if he just... throws a sheet over you?

would listen to you sometimes and you’d automatically know by his dramatic sighs.

Thomas Hewitt

tommy’s very socially awkward so he’d probably be more relaxed around you, if anything.

not as generous with pity-laughing but he’ll give you a good pat on the head for effort.

surprisingly sassy? tommy's actually very expressive despite not being able to talk, so more often than not he’s giving you a look that says “you need to get better jokes.”

or sometimes giving you a sarcastic sigh, followed by the rumble of his chest. that doesn’t count! he was laughing at the situation, not at your joke!

it’s hard to make the big man laugh so don’t get too discouraged. however, he does find it difficult not smile at you every time you try.

Vincent Sinclair

oh.. honey, no. vincent’s too nice for his own good so he’d be overly supportive of anything and everything you do.

dad jokes? groan. but if you’re the one making them? he’ll make the effort to chuckle, at the very least. (bo complaining in the background about how vinny doesn’t laugh at his jokes.)

can’t help but find it oddly endearing. this man is a hopeless romantic so he’d be praising you any chance he gets.

his praising method is the same as bubba’s - only vincent hums fondly at you instead of babbling.

it’s not easy to make vincent laugh either but he doesn’t want to discourage you from trying so he’ll just keep faking it and hope you get better.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Heyyyy! SO as a local comteologist- okay sorry lmao 😂 I was wondering! Could you maybe write about an mc that is very affectionate? Because I am like that and I would give my ALL and just everything for someone I love. So, maybe the guys are pretending to be asleep and they hear mc admitting her undying love for them? I don't want to burden you! So, I think Will, Jean, Leo and Napoleon would be fine :D

I love you! And please take care of your self cuz corona is a hondje- sorry lmao

Have all of my uwus my lovely, I relate HIGHKEY I’m ungodly affectionate irl~

You take care of yourself too! Tyty 💖💖💖 nothing to apologize for I love a good clowning, esp if Theo gets clowned in the process 😂😂

And never apologize for using my esteemed title I will die on this Comte-thirsting hill (☆｀• ω •´)ｂ

I hope these attempts bring you joy! 

William Shookspeare:

Our v creative playwright boy was just vibin’. He had a long day at the (obnoxious thespian voice) theater and while he loves the art with all of his being, the man is t i r e d. MC was late to bed and while he prefers to wait for her to join him no he is not horny perish the thought he just started dozing off from the exhaustion. He’s not sure when the lights go out, but he feels an immeasurable warmth around him. Faintly, he can make out a voice murmured at his ear, a gentle hand running through his hair. (I s2g if this bih says “Puck?” I’m gonna smack him for MC)

“Had a long day, hm?” He’s only just coming to, and can’t muster the energy to reply or open his eyes. “I’m sure this next performance will be the best one yet! You surprise me every day, Will...”

“Try not to work yourself too hard, sweetheart. Your work may one day be the world’s greatest marvel.”

He wasn’t sure what it was about the words that made his lips tremble. Was it the praise that always seemed to flow forth at a moment’s notice, the real kind he was so unaccustomed to? Or was it that unshakeable calm; her faith in him unmoved by any fear or doubt--the kind that made him wonder briefly if she was dull all those years ago. Now he was just thankful it was still here, no matter how undeserving he may be.

“But you will always be my entire world, my greatest marvel. I love you too much to let the world have you.”

Jeanne D’Arc (REEEEEE MY GOODEST BOY OTL):

It was early one morning, frost blossoming in fractals along the transparent surface of the bedside window. An inevitable, biting chill lingers in the room while the sun is fighting to climb past the horizon, its time so limited in these winter months. She watches as the light casts a gentle gray over the bare walls--something she promised to remedy soon--so reminiscent of how he appeared to her at first. Pure and bright, but still fighting off a darkness she knew so little about.

The thought made her draw him to her protectively, careful not to wake him up as she tucked him close to her heart. He was so warm, even despite the frigid weather. A product of his time as a soldier? She was never sure, but she was always touched by how often he used that warmth in service to her. 

She remembered earlier the other day, when she returned home from some grocery shopping with Sebas. Concern was overflowing from his stoic face--it was there if you knew where to look for it; his eyes a little more narrow, the line of his mouth closer to a frown. All at once his hands were reaching for hers, relieving her of whatever she allowed him to carry while walking into the kitchen alongside her. When Sebas stepped out again he took her hands in his, pressing them along his face. She had cried out, knowing her hands were freezing--it had to be painful to warm them in such a way. But he only smiled that beautiful smile to quell her distress, the one that always took her breath away, and insisted he could do no less.

“The same goes for me too, though, Jeanne.” she looked at the fierce mark on his face, so unworthy of someone so gentle. She resisted every urge to soothe her fingers across it, loathe to wake him up. She didn’t notice the fingers that twitched at her hip, his signs of stirring subtle. “Whenever you need me, whenever you can’t think of a good reason to walk out of this room. All you need to do is find me, okay? I love you so, so much.”

Leonardo Da Binchi (no i will not apologize. he deserves to be clowned, glorious moron):

Once again her lover was gloriously strewn across the library floor, arms crossed and fast asleep. An exasperated smile found her face at the sight. Perhaps it would have been a surprise at first, but nowadays she would just roll her eyes and walk past. Sometimes, if she was feeling forlorn or a little reckless, she would climb into his lap just as he was. He seemed to enjoy being woken up that way though, so of course she couldn’t give him the satisfaction every time; a woman likes to change things up. And sometimes she was too busy to spare the time.

Even so, the slowly dimming shadows under his eyes were a relief to see. While the celebration of his birthday could only be a blessing, she knew what a double-edged blade it could be. It invoked so many wounds that hadn’t yet healed. While she wished he would share that burden with her--however heavy it may be--she slapped her own cheeks lightly at the impatient thought. Give him time...

“I know you think you have to carry everything alone. And in some ways, it’s something I admire so much about you--the way you always seem to know just how to move forward. Like nothing can shake you.”

She leaned down close to him, bracing herself against the bookshelf as she pressed a kiss gently against his temple. “But know that whenever you find yourself wavering, or even if you just need a place to rest, I’m right here. I’ll always be right here. I love you so much more than you think, Leonardo...”

She stopped herself before she could finish the thought, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear: “more than my own life.”

Napoleon Bonaparte (oh my little lion man...):

They were spending a nice afternoon in the courtyard, as a lovey-dovey couple do, and they went under the veranda to find some relief from the midday sun. Surprising literally no one, our sweet emperor started to doze after some yummy tea time snackies--drifting asleep against MC’s shoulder. She adjusted a bit to change the angle of the lean, making sure he wasn’t putting too much pressure on his neck. Little puffs of air made her bangs flutter as he breathed low and even, and she smiled.

He’d had a guard jobs back to back recently, which meant precious little time to spend with him. Restless and quieter than usual, she had suggested a little stroll together around the courtyard; admiring the flowers and telling him about the books she’d been reading to fill the silence of those lonely nights. It wasn’t long before he started to smile more, snickering when she gave ludicrous summaries of the characters and plot. 

Early that morning she had taken the time to make perfect tea time sweets, fully anticipating--and hoping--it would encourage him to rest. So often he would be worried about her missing out on things or trying to plan more elaborate dates, but if she were honest she didn’t care much for extravagance or constant excitement. These tender moments where he could trust her (and the mansion’s perimeter) enough to fall fast asleep, no nightmares in sight, was enough to fill her heart with so much joy.

“I know you can’t help but want to do everything you can for the people around you; protecting and serving others is your life. I never want to be a reason you feel you need to stop doing that.” She murmured in the silence, playing with the buttons on his coat with a faint smile. “But even so, remember you always have a home to return to. More than that, no matter how powerful or skilled; you’re also one man. A man I love more than anything else in this world, a man I always want by my side--if he’ll have me, that is.”

She took the hand that was entwined with her own, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his palm as his lashes trembled. “I love you, Leon. Whether I see you every moment of every day, or only in stolen moments between assignments. That will never change. There will be times where you belong to the whole world, but this” she placed a hand gently over his heart “will always belong to me. Let it lead you home to me, sweetheart.”

And because I can’t help myself, I added Comte, Mozart and Vincent:

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (he’s the melody I can’t get out of my head DON’T LOOK AT ME):

Despite all of his promises to quit his bad habits, she opened the door later that evening to find him fast asleep against the covered keys of the piano. His shock of white hair was nestled comfortably against his arms, piled together as a makeshift pillow. The sight made her think of those long, long nights in college; thinking you’d close your eyes for a minute--only to be adrift in seconds. 

Smiling wryly, she reached into a nearby closet to retrieve a blanket before draping it gently across his shoulders. Torn between waking him up and guiding him to bed or leaving him be, she decided on the latter. She got the feeling that waking him up would only mean “a few more minor edits” to the composition he was working on, leaving sleep an afterthought. While she knew he often couldn’t help himself, she didn’t want him neglecting his health all the same. 

She’d be back with some hot chocolate in a few hours, just how he liked it.

As she was about to slip back out of the room, the hand at his elbow clumsily grasped for hers resting on the covered keys. Heat bloomed across her face, ears burning as he clung to her warmth. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” She sat down on the piano bench carefully, trying not to jostle him awake. “Your music will never stop being the most beautiful and soulful sound I’ve ever heard. But even a mind as impressive as yours needs plenty of rest--even more so, I’d wager. You work yourself too hard sometimes, Wolfie.” She leaned until her shoulder brushed his, “But I’ll always be here to make sure you don’t overdo it too much. Sweet dreams my only love.”

Vincent van Gogh (he’s babie your honor):

MC was on her laundry rounds, Vincent’s aprons now thoroughly washed and folded for his use once again. She knocked on the door murmuring a greeting--though fully anticipated he might not respond. While he was usually so sweet and attentive, it was almost like he became an entirely different person when painting. Utterly serious, intensely focused; any attempts at speaking to him would require many tries before he came back to himself with a beaming smile. 

She sighed dreamily, easily picturing it. His eyes would always be stunning, a cerulean to rival the calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea. But in the midst of his greatest passion? They burned bright enough to make her forget the rest of the world existed.

Trying not to embarrass herself on unsteady feet, she opened the door cautiously to find his easel abandoned. Shocked, she scanned the rest of the room until she found him strewn across the couch; a blanket haphazard in its provision of cover. With a gentle smile she stored away the fresh aprons in the dresser before she approached him, kneeling close to the couch so that she could tuck him in properly.

He let out a pleased little huff before shifting slightly in his sleep, body angled in her direction. There was a faint smile on his lips, evidence of what was likely a pleasant dream or peaceful rest. She traced the outline of his ear cuff with insatiable fingers, eyes glistening a little when he nuzzled into the faint touch--trapping her between his cheek and his arm. 

“You’re more precious to me than anything else in this world, Vince,” the murmur was barely audible, he didn’t stir. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and if I’m honest--no part of me really wants to imagine it. This warmth is the greatest gift I’ve ever known; thank you for choosing to share it with me. I love you so much, sweetheart.”

Le Comte de Saint Germain (SAN GERUMAN HAKKSHAKKU):

Every day is a long ass day when you have 10+ children (yes, Leonardo, you are in that child count I hope you’re happy >:| ). For all his half-hearted complaints about the exhaustion and noisiness though, he loves his bubs, and wouldn’t have things any other way.

Even so, it doesn’t stop the delighted giggling that shakes her shoulders when she finds him fast asleep in his favorite armchair. His tie is undone and askew, head lolling to the side--any attempt at his usual poise long forgotten. While she most often found him to be charming and delightful, she loved it even more when he felt comfortable sharing these parts of himself too. 

She set aside the tea she would always have prepared at this hour and reached for the coat he had draped across the opposite chair, settling it carefully over his form. Resisting every urge to join him--Sebas would need her help preparing dinner--she carded a hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear so it wouldn’t tickle him while he was asleep.

He was so lovely like this, face unmarred by the weight of several lifetimes that found him when he was awake. No matter how early she rose when they were together, she rarely ever got the privilege of seeing him a little drowsy, lost to rest as he was now. She brushed light kisses to his eyelids, smiling when he half-sighed her name.

“Tuckered yourself out did you? You big worrywart.” She resisted the urge to find his hand and entwine it with hers. “I promise to watch over them, so rest easy, my dearest love.” She played with the collar, tucking him in further. “I know everyone here is precious to you. But remember that you’re the most important person in my life too,” she leaned her forehead gently against his. “While I love to see everyone get along, I love to see you happy and well-rested even more. You’ll always be the only one for me, [insert Comte’s real name].” 

Bonus continuation because I still can’t help myself apparently, somebody please take my laptop away from me:

Arms like steel bands enclosed her in his embrace, a sleepy exhale washing over her ear as she shivered a little at the sudden warmth.

“Mm, ma cherie, surely you didn’t think you’d get away with that kind of teasing...”

“But I wasn’t teasing you! I was completely serious.”

Laughter shook his chest and hers too, making her melt at the undisguised affection in the hands that settled her close to his heart.

“Then you must be punished for such foul play. To think you would ruthlessly attack me while asleep, bien-aime.”

“And how might I atone for this egregious indiscretion?”

She could feel him smile against her shoulder, the rascal. “Stay here a little while longer with me.” As if he had any intention of letting her go. Not that she minded, honestly.

“Threaten me with a good time.” she mumbled, stroking a hand soothingly along his back as they closed their eyes for a while.

A few more minutes couldn’t do any harm, could it?

[writing-good-vibes]

8 & 11 for the fanfic ask!!

ahh riri, thank you for sending something 😊 as always i just need an excuse to ramble !! i am however realising that all these questions are very difficult, so buckle up. this got just a little bit long so it's going under a cut ✌

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

this depends !! really it seems to be whoever my current favourite is.

i don't think i ever have impeccable characterisation anyway, so none of my fics are easier in that sense, but in terms of who the spirit compells me to write the most:

jack dante. the fics i wrote about him were my first real step into being a fanfic writer and the reception they got really made it easy to keep going because people ?? actually read my stuff ??

sheriff brackett. weirdly i didn't think i'd be as into him as i ended up being, but he's a fan favourite so i do write him fairly often because it's nice to know that people actively wait for stuff about him.

chucky. chucky was a big one for me because he's one of the more famous characters i write and when i did write for him i had a good sense of his voice in my head. whether or not he seems accurate on the page is no longer my problem. self indulgent fic ftw !!

bo and vincent. they always come as a pair to me. in the gen fics i write for them, it's very rare that i'll think of something that doesn't involve both of them to one degree or another. i lean towards bo more for the self indulgent self insert stuff i write that may or may not ever see the light of day.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

this also depends !!

who i write really depends on who is my current favourite and what silly piece of media is currently holding all of my attention. most of my work is re: characters played by brad dourif but as y'all know i've been on a house of wax kick for a few weeks.

for some characters i really like writing gen fic/character fic which explores a lot of hc stuff. for bo and vincent i write a lot of pre-canon domesticity, because they have such a complex dynamic that i enjoy thinking about and developing. i lean towards writing them just hanging out? or thinking about what they spend their time doing when it really is just them. the movie shows them in an incredibly emotionally intense situation when they have one goal and it is literally a life or death struggle to fulfil their appointed task. that's all very well and good, but i want to see them fighting over what to watch on tv and who ate the last bag of chips and begrudgingly sharing one good pair of shoes they robbed from a victim and driving out to the woods to avoid their parents because they're 17 now and don't need anyone.

like i said my main niche is writing for a lot of characters played by brad dourif, which are (pretty much) always x reader. these are usually self indulgent romantic moments, or badly written but still self indulgent smut. i wrote so much for these characters when they were the focus of my attention. my interests have drifted into other things but i still love these characters and i hope to keep writing for them when i can.

[ikevamp-annalyne]

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

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

Theodorus:

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

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

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

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

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

Leonardo:

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur:

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

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

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

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

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

Jean:

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

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

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

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

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

Dazai:

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

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

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

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

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

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