#I'M GOING TO MISS THEM SO MUCH ヽ(；▽；)ノ

[meganechan05]

ずっと一緒だから。

I'm about to be emotionally ruined next week (；∀； )

Not only do we have Racles walking up to his brother and having a talk with Desnarak, the Sanegims running to Jeramie to check if he's okay after learning the importance of life, Hacker Gang picking up Yanma, Suzume running to Kagu's side with Kuroda, and Edda possibly telling Himeno the people coming to their help is the people being selfish like she told her to be in Episode 3, we also have Gokkan employees and prisoners walking up to support Rita!!! ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Gokkan! The country said to have everyone hate their King! Pulling up to the fight to support the King they hate! ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Morfonia coming back once again to support her King because they'll always be together after saying it 3 separate times!

10, hugging via Moffun: [Morfonia] wants to be together with you, Rittan...

25, Rita initiating hug: I'm asking you to fight for my sake. Because we'll always be together.

45, after Morf loses her memories: Do you remember? "Together forever"?

I WANNA CRY!!! ヽ(；▽；)ノ

[omgkalyppso]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @littleplasticrat. ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ Thank you!

I'm going to grab a bit from a bunch of ideas. Some of which I may have shared before, but I think it's fine. I have some new followers. 👋

I'll tag @recurringwriter, @razrogue, @ghostwise, @bladesandstars, @allycryz, @lucius-the-sinful, @sevarix-blogs, @bosspigeon, @bhaalbaaby, @tadpole-apocalypse, @the-eldritch-it-gay and YOU. And I encourage you to reshare old wip's regardless of progress if there's nothing new you want to share. <3

Different stuff from the swtor imperial agent oc x Vector Hyllus wip than I shared last time:

“Vector,” she beckoned, “what emotions do you see in my face?” And he blinked, opening his mouth to answer before she added, “What colors do you read in my aura?” He closed his mouth again, swallowing, taking more time to consider. Politely, he moved his hand from her thigh to the side of the bed, and saw instantly in her expression and aura that this was the wrong decision. Quickly, he moved to answer before making another mistake, “You appear … relaxed. Non-judgmental, as you have ever been in the privacy between us. Content and comfortable,” he shifted his legs up onto the bed, bending them beneath himself as he sat closer, “but contrasted by bright red and gold: love and joy. Soft pinks and purples,” he released her hand to slide his fingers up to her elbow again, risking more skin contact, more arm contact, “like a resting nebula. Gentle blue.” He wondered if he should describe her physically next. He rarely did. She never asked. The speckles of black on her lip were as alluring to him as the brightest fruits tempted the sweetest tongues, the jagged shapes of her markings were as lightning and veins of precious metals in the heart of a nest, the curve of her chin, the set of her brow — she was beautiful, and capable of falsehoods, and diplomacy, and destruction, and love. So much love. He lowered his gaze as he finished his answer to her question, “It leads us to conclude that you are happy with how things are, if slightly distracted by—” “By your worrying, Vector,” Cipher Nine chastised, and his gaze found hers again easily, a blush growing on his cheeks. She squeezed the high part of his forearm, pressing her thumb into the soft flesh at the inside of his elbow as she’d once learned to do an age ago, and their shared smile filled Vector’s chest with such aching relief. “I may not see all of it, as you do,” Cipher Nine allowed, “but that doesn’t mean your subtleties escape me.”

Concepts for Astarion's parents: Antoinelle and Rasileth (ray-sill-eth):

Blocked dialogue between Étoile and Astarion for after my amended The Pale Elf climax where Astarion becomes a vampire, in place of either remaining a spawn or rising as the vampire ascendent. At his grave:

Étoile: Is the burial part of the transformation? Or did he just do that to you too? Astarion: No, it just … made me weak. Made me grateful to see him. To see anyone, I suppose. He may have thought it was funny, or maybe he just didn't have a discreet way to haul my corpse around at the time. Étoile: Who would have arranged for the tombstone? Did you have an estate? Was it Cazador, or someone you knew? Astarion: My … my parents. Étoile: Are they alive? Astarion: (as a warning) Étoile. Étoile: (imagining the disaster of encountering them without warning in the street) It's important. Astarion: They cannot see me. There's almost nothing left of the man I was. Certainly their son is long dead, buried here, while I stalked the streets like a ghost. Étoile: You can reinvent yourself. You can choose a new name and a new direction. And still I will cherish you, and your many incarnations. But you were stolen from them. If we survive this, I would like to meet them with you. To give yourself closure, if nothing else. Astarion: I have closure. They're as dead to me as much as I am to them. I'm here. I'm here! I survived. I won. They didn't even know I was missing. It would shame them to have even a fraction's worth of context for what I survived. And I… I don't want their pity, their grief. [a pause, hysterical] Their relief?! Should they have any, would only be burdensome. I can't carry it.

Possible scene concept for Upper City award ceremony involving Astarion's mother:

Astarion's Mother is a clerk / archivist in Baldur's Gate's Parliament, and they are there to receive some award / recognition / payment for their part in saving the city. And recognizing him, she reaches out to him in the crowded official venue where the Watch and important players are present -- she calls his name, she holds his arm; and his expression reveals in an instant he knows her, that this is his name, but his companions are scattered (because he doesn't actually (yet?) want to be recognized in high society while the future of the vampire spawn and himself are still contentious) and so he is free to deny her: she's mistaken. He uses some magic to make the lie take, but there are failsafes for this sort of thing in this kind of venue. [An important character (probably Florrick)] has charge of the guards, all pointed on him now, bringing more attention to the moment than it might've had otherwise. And it perhaps mirrors something he made a ruling on. Maybe he condemned a g/ur for improper use of magic on forbidden grounds against a family member, when the g/ur people insisted repeatedly that the law had no business over familial disputes. They were so often condemned by society, they did not mean to condemn one another. Let them sort out their own business, they pleaded, and he refused. In the "present" Étoile asks if there isn't a fine they can pay, and the important character says if Astarion releases the spell, then a fine can be discussed. His mother is glassy-eyed as the magic fades, but addresses him no more, and says to [the important figure] there should be no charges, and leaves.

Sharing two more wips more blocked dialogue (between Wyll and an oc (Zavorys)) and a few sentences as a sexual scene concept (between Étoile and Raphael) below the cut.

Years post-canon. Maybe seven, maybe more than ten. Wyll and Zavorys are married with three children (of which two are adopted):

After a long day, Wyll holds a book, staring into space instead of reading, while Zavorys half-sleeps at his side. They can hear him thinking. Zavorys: Wyll? Wyll: Yes, my sweet? Zavorys: You seem distracted, is everything alright? Wyll: I want to ask you something. Zavorys: Something serious? Wyll: Something important, but not serious. Zavorys: Then can it wait until the morning? I'm tired. Wyll: Yes, it can wait until morning.

Sunrises on the bedroom. Zavorys rises first, they make a mockery of his name and press a cold nose into his neck. He has some humor about it, and pulls them into tired kisses. Zavorys: Wyllace? Wyll: Mm. Mmm? Hm-hmm. Zavorys: You had something important you wanted to talk about? Wyll: I did, I— Do you want to eat first? Be with the children? Zavorys: We have some time. Whatever you prefer, it's your concern. Wyll: I love you. (more kisses) My beautiful, considerate wife. Zavorys: (more kisses) My handsome, deflecting husband. Wyll: (handsy) No one could blame me for my distraction when your lips are so soft, when your body is so lush, when my heart and yours dance with such passionate familiarity. Zavorys: (good-spirited warning) Wyll. Wyll: (a sigh as he drops his hands) I want to talk about our relationship. I want to talk about exclusivity. Zavorys: Go on. Wyll: I … love what we have. What we share. I don't want to upset your trust in me if this subject is too difficult. Zavorys: I can handle a conversation, Wyll. Wyll: In my early adventures as the Blade of Frontiers, you know that I took lovers. A sweet maiden's kiss, a gentleman's tryst, a lover under the stars. And some of them were sad partings, but most of them were not … and they didn't feel … like love, or even like possibility. From this, and the stories of my youth, and from my father's loneliness … I used to think that romance, for me, would only take one shape: a single partner, a traditional, dedicated, all-consuming love that could move the heavens in its purity and devotion. Zavorys: And now? Wyll: And now that I have that, you mean? Zavorys: Don't be smart. Wyll: (agreeing) And now. (sincere) I would either hesitate to call any love pure, or I would not hesitate to call all love pure. I've seen the ease with which Halsin's joy infects his partners, the work Étoile puts in to ensure their lovers feel appreciated, the care Shadowheart takes in maintaining boundaries, with her lovers, and her religion, and her children — and it doesn't look so different to the loves I've come to know, with you, with our family, or our friends. And so it emboldens me to ask, if you would want to — consider, at your own pace, in your own time — inviting Étoile and Astarion, to … being part of our relationship. They might be frustrated with me in this because of years ago, but they would be gentle with you, and I would be willing — and interested in putting in the work to see if this could agree with us, to find and feel love in this way. Zavorys: (gentle mockery) You're so delicate. Wyll: Hardly.

Zavorys: Has this been on your mind since we saw them necking Zevlor in that alleyway? Wyll: Since before, but … it didn't help. Zavorys: (more teasing) It did help. Wyll: Or yeah, it did. Zavorys: (considerate) With forewarning, I can't imagine myself feeling angry about you kissing another, but I don't know… What if they didn't want me? Would you still want to pursue them alone? Wyll: I think they'd reject us both rather than only one of us if it came to that, but … I don't know. I don't think I could be comfortable without you there at first, even if I had your support, but if we did take a lover or a partner, and then wanted to try individual relationships … No, I don't know. I don't know if I'd be secure enough for that. It would depend too much on the person or couple you chose. Zavorys: (a little sad, kneeling over his waist) That's about me again, Wyll. I asked about you. Not initially then, but eventually. Could you see yourself courting couples without me? (insistent) Because I could. I could see us working, as we always have — as we always will, even if your relationships took a different shape than mine. (considerate) You get this guilty set of your shoulders, this frown, when you worry … but there's nothing to worry about. It's okay. Wyll: (vulnerable) I love you. Zavorys: As I love you. (kisses) Invite them to dinner some day before a weekend, and give me at least three days warning. Wyll: There's five days until this coming weekend. Zavorys: There's no rush. I don't know how long it's been on your mind before asking me, but I know you rush yourself. When you're ready. When you want. Wyll: And you? Have you been wanting this without telling me? Zavorys: No, but— I love love, and we know Étoile and Astarion well. If they would want to take me to dinner and kiss you silly — there's a lot they'd do as just our friends, help with the children, with decisions about our lives — it might just be because they are both nosy as all get out, but I do need less thought for them than if you'd have suggested ... Lady Jannath. Wyll: (laughing) Not Lady Jannath. Zavorys: (laughing) Be kind, she's just a woman. Wyll: Sorry. (clearing his throat) You're right though. I understand what you're saying. Zavorys: Good. Now get dressed, we can still be on time for breakfast.

Whether modern setting or canon-setting-AU situation where Étoile and Raphael hate fuck. I just have these sentences on my phone to inject into a project whenever I have a whole scene or setting that suits:

“You'll have to blindfold me so I can cum, because just the sight of you—” Étoile slapped Raphael across the face to silence his insult, and Raphael made to laugh victoriously, but then their large, determined hand gripped around his throat, and Raphael couldn't even be bothered with a cursory display of offense, his lips twisting instantly into a bitten hiss that was half challenge and all relief.

[thesovereignsring-if]

I just finished reading the story, it's so good!

My favorite character till now is the Empress (r.i.p) I even went back to change MC's hair color to blonde to look more like her and make them look more like mother and daughter 😭. The way she was so happy MC wanted to "work" close to her.

To make everything more messy I'm pairing my MC with the cousin. Is his route automatically going to make the brothers die? I want MC to marry him and ask for immunity to her brothers.

And.... 👀 in the itch.io page it says that the story has secret romances (in plural), are they messier? Full of red flags? 👀👀👀

Hello sweet Anon!! Thanks so much for the nice feedback!! （〃▽〃） I will be honest, I was very lukewarm on the Empress during the initial drafting phase of the game, but she grew on me so much as I started writing and fleshing her out （；へ：）I miss her so much, I can’t believe she dead.

In terms of secret romances…Eirik is considered my poster boy as a Secret RO and red flags( though, I am considering a second Secret RO, but that character is not fleshed out yet…) but there’s also False RO walking around to make everything more complicated. ヽ（゜ロ゜；）ノ

This whole game is about the messy interpersonal relationships between characters on top of a family’s succession dispute. So yes, everything gets a bit more messy and low key toxic as we go along. This also applies to the other character’s relationships outside from ones with the MC!!

[yomogi-mogi-mochi]

Pygmalion (IV)

Pairings: Rook/ (Pygmalion) Reader // Idia/Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You were frequently told that your career as a renowned sculptor did not match your dull and less than colorful personality. With your cybernetic hands, you carve the lives and deaths of those long gone‒ producing pieces which have been held in both technical and emotional high regard, dubbing you with the title “Pygm.AI.lion” despite your human heart and brain. When you accidentally still the usually flamboyant archer into silence after he comes across you working in your atelier‒ you find that you’ve become a victim to one of his ceaseless stalkings. Though, you’ve been prey long enough to know how hunt the huntsman himself.

Notes: I've been reading more of Song of Achilles and I'm sobbing. Help lol

Sorry updates have been slow. I've been working between fics‒ I have an Orpheus inspired Vil fic coming out soon-ish??? We'll see how my creativity is fairing after completing this chapter lmao I can feel myself burning out as we speak. Short chapter but I have big things coming next chapter

Comments and kudos always appreciated ヽ(●´ε｀●)ノ

CW: Hints of depression?? Mention of death. Not really much else except bad French oh my god it’s so so bad

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (Here) // Part 5 // Part 6

Masterlist

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Grief anchored you to the ground for minutes? Hours? Days? You weren't sure. Your sense of time had been long broken when you separated from the rhythm of human life‒ and you would let yourself rot for however long you wished, knowing‒ painfully‒ that it would not matter how many more centuries you stayed harbored to that misery, as it would just circle back to the same emptiness. But you knew it was long enough to warrant a visit from Idia of all people, who examined your arm with a careful eye.

"Seems fine now. Your Orpheus system is just lagging because you haven't upgraded your physical body in its entirety for a while.” He let your hand go, falling limp into your lap. “I can whip up something quick‒"

"It's fine." You tried to say it as neutrally as you could, but it came out strained and hoarse instead. Porcelain teeth grazed the insides of your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to fix the dryness in your throat. "I'll be alright, little flame." You corrected.

"Ortho misses you, you know."

"Is that so?" You clenched your fist, testing its movements. "It'll pass."

Idia pushed a stiff breath past his lips to release his growing frustration. "Hah? Sorry‒ what? 'It'll pass?'"

"Yes, it will."

A violent vermillion licked the tips of his hair. "Be so serious right now (Name)." He stood suddenly to his full height, knocking the wooden stool behind him. "You're finally free and this is what you are now?"

He was nearly three feet taller than your sitting height. It would have shook a bit before to see the difference from his small stature during his childhood, and now at the cusp of his adulthood, but it didn’t now. You challenged him with an empty gaze, cold as splintering ice. "And what am I now?"

"You know what I mean."

“I’m not quite sure. Enlighten me.”

"I know it's not simple.” He began. His chest heaved with desperate, slow breaths‒ you could tell that he wasn’t used to raising his voice. There’s a slight pain that made you squint your eyes. “Ortho reminded me that you need to value your heart, as much of a fault in human programming it is. You taught me that first, you know.” If an answer was expected at that time, you did not give it. “If you keep cornering yourself into what S.T.Y.X tried to make of you, you’ll never actually be free from them.”

There was a familiarity in this conversation that slumbered somewhere in your hazy memories, that prompted you to answer as automatically as the reflexes programmed within your bionic muscles.

“You don’t know me.”

Idia’s sudden strength almost surprised you when he picked you up by the scruff of your collar, face bright from the orange flames that flickered onto his face. "No‒ don't you dare‒"

"I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

The door opens wide, revealing Rook with an amused stare. You were sure you locked it‒ but everything seemed to blur together in your head.

"...No." Idia's hands left your collar, letting you fall solidly onto your chair. You slumped into yourself, turning to your drafting table to keep pretending like you were busy like when Idia had first entered.

"Just…think about it, please?" He says quietly, turning away to leave. You couldn’t bring yourself to nod, or shake your head‒ unsure if who he was talking about was truly the one implanted in your mechanical body. So you merely stared at the bare paper, bent and wrinkled from the several days you had spent laboring over its blankness.

“A spat with the Ignihyde house warden? Now that’s a sight to behold. One could only imagine what you have done to prompt such a response.”

“I was being cruel.” You answered‒ almost a warning, a violence to fend him off. That fire felt seasoned in your throat, perhaps you had someone else’s memories deep down that had spat the same wickedness from it.

Rook tried again. "Critique is not quite the same without you."

You felt your voice echo in the hollowness of your body, ringing in your ears. "Really."

"Yes‒ no one appreciates or loves beauty quite like you do." He shakes his head. "As Le chasseur d'amour‒ I find it simply pitiful that I am unable to be in the presence of your masterful critiques anymore."

"I don’t love beauty‒ they were just my observations."

"Ah but I know it‒ I feel it!" He exclaims, pacing between statues bearing foreign faces. "You love beauty most of all‒ Maître d’Ivoire, is it not what has pushed you for all these centuries?"

You evaded his last statement, turning your face sour at the thought of even contemplating what truly had been dragging you through the centuries. "Knowing and feeling are two different things."

"Oh?"

"Knowledge does not require sacrifice. Feeling does." Something deep was swelling inside you, which plunged your voice into a quicker pace. You weren't sure what it was, but it singed more than the archaic violence in your throat. "Knowledge is obsession‒ there is nothing you just give to obtain it. Feeling‒ however‒ is love, it is giving a precious part of yourself to make room for something, someone, whatever." You stumbled over your sentences, urging you to bite your lip to quiet yourself.

"Hm. Then in that case I do not know which one beauty is for me." His hair sways as he turns towards you again. "This is so like you‒ Maître d’Ivoire. You make me question new possibilities. Tell me‒ what do you think it is for me?"

"Hunter of love, you say?"

"Oh, vous parlez ma langue?"

"I lived in the City of Flowers, I speak a bygone version of it."*

"You're from there?"

“Je viens de nulle part.” I am from no where, you dismissed with a quick tongue. "As a hunter‒ do you truly care if it's love or obsession? I imagine it doesn't matter as long as you're fed."

He thinks. "Hm. I suppose it doesn't. But I would like to think I love it.”

“If you merely think of it then you do not love it. Beauty is but knowledge to you. When you love it‒ you feel it, and let it feel you‒ unravel you, break you if you stay long enough.”

The smile began to falter from his lips. Cruel, you knew it. But you had warned him, hadn’t you? The words didn’t stop from your mouth. “Obsession is young, it takes, it conquers. It is tethered to ephemerality, and therefore is the brightest, the most beautiful. But it devours itself eventually. To love is pain. To love is to prevail beauty, to feel absolute reverence in whatever shape it takes. If in your eyes…” the breath hooked heavily in your chest, reminded of his words, “With my human eyes, that's all I can see”. You started again. “If in your eyes, it is beauty, then so be it. But to love it is to know you'll grieve over and over and over again, for it is a part of your heart." When you talked with him, you felt so sure of your words despite the centuries weighing heavy on your chest. You pierced your gaze into his own, looking far into the lush green of his eyes. “Would you fear that? Lingering and loving a thing enough to know it’s absence, le chasseur d'amour?”

Hunter of love. The title he wore like a crown felt like dust when it touched your lips. Once again, you were blurring the picture of clarity in his mind with a hazy heat, an aching hunger which rolled inside him that urged him to join your hands in breaking beauty, breaking truth. But he remained frozen.

His eyes shook at your words, your unblinking gaze searching for any fear, any grief, anything‒ in hopes that he would pluck it from its own heart and hand them to you‒ fill you with any particle of humanity. If it was him, surely it would feel fresh like the hunger in his eyes. Rook clambered those things in his chest, he felt the roles of the hunt were tipping, fiercely tumbling between animal and human‒ but he felt himself allowing it for once, his grip loosening and his chest swelling euphorically at his flowering palms.

“I am not scared.” He reveals quietly to you, as if whispering a secret. “Just greedy for it. For everything. Maybe it’s not all black and white as you say.”

Too many fruit bore in front of his eyes, and every second he spent inspecting one made another rot. He starved below the base of the fruit tree, paralyzed in choosing which delectable sweetness he could latch his lips onto for eternity. There’s no time, no time, not enough, he seethes.

You saw the quiet fire in his eyes, looking aside in shame. You had no right on the matter‒ you could linger as long as you could‒ you had the choice to leave people first before they hollowed you out with their absence. And even if you stayed, it would be fossilized under the deep pressure of eternity‒ their faces would become unknown to even you, forgotten forever. True death‒ you witnessed it, created it over and over.

Right, this again. Humans did not have this privilege. But you did.

You felt far, impossibly small for these vast things.

“Yes. You’re right.” I am no longer entitled to such things.

“Then how about you? Do you love it?”

“I…” I shouldn’t. I can’t. Not again.“…I have no right on the matter. You shouldn’t listen to me.”

His frown loosened into disappointment. He grips his sensitivities back into his chest once more, quieting his footsteps as a kindness as he walks towards the door. “I see”.

You clumsily clasped his wrist with your gloved hand. “Wait‒” He turns, with wild eyes. “I didn’t mean‒“ What were you doing?

Despite the stillness in his body, you could feel the warmth rumbling through his wrist through your gloves, into you sensors. “Can I show you instead? And‒ you could help me decide?" You felt like a child again, begging for forgiveness, justifying your ignorance to people twice your size. "I don’t know. I truly don’t. I wish I could tell you. I'm sorry."

“...Okay.”

You slid your arm to cup your hand over his. His lips twisted slightly, but allowed you to guide his fingers towards a familiar statue, encrusted with soft, pink wax. You pressed it against where her cheek was, her flushed skin, warmed from the sunlight and life that was fleeting within when you touched her with your bare hand. You felt hers, then his heartbeat jump in your hands.

“Tell me, what does she say to you?”

Rook was silent for a moment. “Can it speak?”

“Her.” You corrected gently, running his hand in across her jaw with the soft force of your own. “Her name…I cannot remember, time is bitter to me right now. But feel her‒ what do you feel from her?” You felt your fingers lingering on his own, before they parted from him, your body falling to a chair.

As he felt the fluttering heartbeat‒ gradually slowing in his hands, a storm of stimulation buzzed inside him. This felt like sweetness leaving his lips, leaving his mouth dry, but honeyed. She feels green with greed, but in the light it shines pink‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue, like the quiet entropy of the cosmos. Everything felt so raw‒ the colors and his senses fresh to him like a child, or a man nearing death. When the beating burrowed in the wax slowed to a whisper, she felt lighter against his touch. But he still felt her warmth dancing in his palms, leaving a ripple of colors before it turned snowy white in his mind. A frosted fragrance, like pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. It reminded him of Christmas nights with his siblings, where distant laughter could be heard in the room over as he drifted into blissful stillness. The warmth felt like a hand in the dark‒ like when his father had guided him through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sun rise. Your love carved into this cold flesh‒ felt so alive, felt like everything, everywhere, all at once.

He felt a swelling in his entire body, every nerve, every cell in his body felt bigger than he was, threatening to burst at his seams. It was the same feeling he had felt when he first encountered this statue‒ a bittersweet fire at his tongue, something writhing under his bones, begging to dig its way out.

The beauty of your craft had been knowledge, something he had merely observed before. But even his exceptionally sharp eyes could not have felt so tenderly, this, that, here, there, all of it. Only when you had led his hand heavy towards fleeting life, a ceaseless thing you had felt in the centuries of your existence‒ had he truly loved the heaven-laden beauty crafted by your hands. You were right. Before, he didn't want to give a single drop of himself‒ seizing your life as a fruitful opportunity, sweet but quick to rot. Now, he felt himself sinking into it, feeling, smelling, and tasting its whole as a part of himself, before he carried that flesh to his mouth to become a part of his mortal blood. Oh gods, it was delicious to eat the world so tender. He could feel himself falling off his bones.

“Do you think that is love? It’s been six hundred years‒“ You gulped the heavy air between those words. “I just know anymore‒ what humanity or beauty or love is. I'm a fraud. I'm no artist. A fraud."

He suddenly understood Idia’s angered response. If you were a fraud what was he? “Maître d’Ivoire. You know better than anyone, those words could not possibly be true.” The muscles behind his eyes tightened from the salt that lurched behind them. He cradled his own thoughts in his chest, guarding it with such tightness he feared he might break them. He let go to reach a hand towards your bare hand‒ feeling the warmth pouring from yours into his bones, softening that hold inside of him even more. When he spoke, he merely traced the words inside of him, spending no time decorating with meticulous distance like he always had.

“It feels like a storm is buzzing inside me. Like the bitter chill of a quiet morning. Like sweetness leaving my lips‒ spacious, but sweetened. She feels green with greed but shines pink in the light‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue like the quiet entropy of the cosmos.”

“Oh‒“

“Allow me to finish. Everything feel so raw when I touched her‒ I felt like. Child or a man of his deathbed. And when the life stopped‒ it still felt warm, and colorful. It was like cool pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. Like Christmas nights with my family, nights where I hear distant auger from the other room while I drifted off to sleep. The warmth felt like my father’s hand in the dark‒ when he guided me through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sunrise.” He sucked in a deep breath to catch his own. “If this is the life and death you have touched others with is not love, I would not want to know it.”

You gave him an owlish stare, unable to give a response to his words. Now, you felt far too close, tethered to your body and its rising warmth that tingled at your cheeks. You brought your fingers to your face to check your temperature. They shook with your twitching blood, unable to register anything other than their tremble. If you had a stomach, you would have heaved it out with your heart at that moment you realized Rook was still holding your bare hand in his own.

“That’s so…” Your hand squeezed his. “…sappy.”

Rook gave you the same look you had a second ago, before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You quickly trailed behind him with your own chuckles, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The atelier fills with the lightness of your laughters, the two of you clutching stomachs and throwing your heads back and forth, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The weight of that touch grounds the soaring feeling inside of you, hand in hand, sharing that gravity together.

“Not only are you an artist‒ you are a comedian too? Fantastique!”

“Only because I did not know you were such a sap! But I should have guessed‒ le chasseur d'amour.” Your laughter began to die down to chuckles. “It’s been centuries since I’ve laughed like this.”

“I am glad to be the reason you have.”

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Notes:

You know, in a perfect world, there would be an English or Japanese to Old French translator. Or I would have some linguistic talent. Unfortunately the transition from Roman Vulgar Latin (the dialect of Classic Latin spoken in the Western Roman Empire) to French is so fucking convoluted because Charlemagne tasked an English who didn’t even speak a lick of Latin (or any Romance languages) to “French-ify” it by making all of the spelling literal from the pronouciation of the Latin word. Also French has a bunch of other influences like Celtic languages (Gaulish‒ because oh yeah, the Roman Empire was big but so were the Goths) and others because after the Roman Empire fell, things were a little bit chaotic until countries began to differentiate themselves by the Middle Ages were Middle French emerged as a closer relative to contemporary French.

If it’s one thing I can’t do it’s languages. I can barely speak my native language (Japanese) or my second language (English), and sometimes I’m illiterate like genuinely I look at my writing sometimes and I’m like ….What? I’m sure you all share similar sentiments about my writing sometimes lol. But sorry for the historical accuracy this time. My academic Achilles heel consists of non-applicable math and sciences, and linguistics.

Fruit tree analogy stolen from The Bell Jar lol I love Sylvia Plath

Sorry this was kind of short. But I have something bigger planned for the next chapter

[shamera]

Hi! I just finished caughting up on your Dare Disturb the Universe fic, absolutely live it! I couldn’t wait for the next update on AO3 so i started digging until I read all available chapters on othet sites lol, your Characters are so loveble, you write their friendship so wholesome, you wrote them so well that! Im so curious about Hope’s missed memories? Did he die in the assanation or did our hope is another one that fall onto Bhunivelza’s hands? What does Noel know?? Im so dieiing to know! I can’t wait if you are still working on it but if your not thats ok too I just need you to know that you are amazing! Much love!<<33

Ahhh thank you!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) That's one of my passion projects that I always hope to go back to-- (writing patience, where are yoooou ヽ( `д´*)ノ) the next part has been, like, half written forever, but I really need to get around to finishing it. ^^;;

I honestly love the questions that the alternate timelines bring up in canon, and Hope's missing memories were always supposed to slowly come back, especially the ones from the timeline he's from! (≧◡≦)

With each of the people (mostly) from different timelines, Noel's probably the the only one with the same memories as Hope, but Light's the one with the real s e c r e t memories that we can probably all guess, lol~

I'm really glad you enjoyed the story, though!! I'm definitely going to try throwing myself back into the XIII fandom again after I manage to drag myself away from Genshin and MDZS long enough---

[pesterloglog]

Meenah Peixes, Meulin Leijon

Act 6, page 5308

MEENAH: sup meu

MEULIN: (=｀ω´=) < 33333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (^・ω・^ ) < GOMGOMGOGOMGOGMMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMOG. MOG!!!

#EM #OH #G33

MEENAH: whoa leijon

MEENAH: your rumble spheres

MEENAH: clam those suckas this instant

MEULIN: (^・x・^) < NO.

MEULIN: (=^･^=) < I WILL NOT CLAM THEM.

MEULIN: ヽ(=^･ω･^=)丿 < THEY WILL STAY WILDLY AND GL33FURRY UNCLAMMED, BECAUSE, AND I REPEAT:

MEULIN: (^･o･^)ﾉ < MOG.

MEENAH: mog

MEULIN: (=^･^=) < MOG, M33NAH.

MEULIN: ~(=^‥^)ノ < _MOG_!!!!!!!!!

#:33

MEENAH: idgi

MEULIN: (^._.^)ﾉ < M33NAH. MOG COULD NOT BE ANY SIMPLER.

#UNLESS SPELLED CORRECTLY

MEENAH: dude fuck mog

MEENAH: oh wait you mean omg

MEULIN: (=^･ω･^=) < (=^-ω-^=)

MEENAH: well fuck that too

MEENAH: i know you cant physically monitor the volume of your piercing fangirly shrieks but try to keep it down

MEENAH: like just be normal excited for once

MEULIN: (^._.^)

MEENAH: or

MEENAH: should i say

MEENAH: "fur pounce"

#3;)

MEULIN: (=^ω^=) < 333333333333333333333333333333333!!!!!!!!!

#SO MANY 33'S

MEULIN: (^･o･^) < M33NAH I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUCH! WHY DIDN'T WE EVER HANG OUT WHEN WE WERE ALIVE???

MEULIN: (=^‥^=) < I HAD SO MUCH TIME TO PAWNDER THAT AND IT'S ONE OF MY D33PEST REGRETS.

MEENAH: it was probably cause you didnt like me very much

MEENAH: but s'chool no one really did

MEULIN: (=^･ｪ･^=) < WHAAAT. THAT'S NOT TRUE! I'M SURE I LIKED YOU! DIDN'T I?

#YOU WERE INVOLVED IN SOME OF MY FINEST SHIPS!

MEENAH: i mean i did try to kill you a couple times

MEULIN: (^・x・^) < YOU DID? I DON'T REMEMBER THAT...

MEENAH: water under the crossing trestle

MEULIN: (^･o･^) < YES!!!

MEULIN: (^._.^)ﾉ < BUT, UM, IF YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, SHOULDN'T I BE THE ONE TO SAY THAT TO YOU?

MEENAH: ...

MEENAH: lejayjay how about you shut up and go back to being excited to see me

#feel free to unclam those tatas

MEULIN: (=ＴェＴ=) < 3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN:

MEULIN:

MEULIN:

MEENAH: can we plz cool it on the shitty mimes tho

MEENAH: seriously cant understand what your tryin to say half the time

#the literal worst form of communication ever

MEULIN: (=^･ω･^=) < WE HAVE TO CATCH UP RIGHT AWAY. YOU MISSED OUT ON SO MUCH WHILE YOU WERE GONE!

#"CATCH" #!!! #LIKE A FISH! #S33 I'M YOUR FRIEND!!!

MEENAH: did i really

MEENAH: to be conchnest that sounds mad unlikely

MEENAH: you would not even believe the boring conversations i just slogged through with some a you glubbin windbaggers

#even ones where i technically wasnt even "being me"

MEULIN: (=^･^=) < YOU SOOO DID THOUGH. WE'VE ALL B33N THROUGH A LOT TOGETHER SINCE WE DIED. I BELIEVE WE'VE MADE A LOT OF PROGRESS IN DEALING WITH OUR PURRSONAL ISSUES AND PUTTING OUR OLD DIFURRENCES BEHIND US.

#ETERNITY HAS ONLY STRENGTHENED MY COMMITMENT TO CAT PUNS!!! #:33

MEENAH: dont sound like you put much time into your fightin skills though

MEENAH: yall do realize you might be on the verge of dying AGAIN right?

MEULIN: (=^･ｪ･^=) < AND THE SHIPPING!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: ＼(=^‥^)/ < OMG M33NAH, THE SHIIIIIIIIIPPING! (=；ェ；=) ヾ(=ﾟ･ﾟ=)ﾉ (^・ω・^ )

MEULIN: (^・ω・^ ) < YOU WON'T EVEN _BELIEVE_ WHO GOT TOGETHER OVER THE SW33PS. AND THE QUADRANTS! THE QUADRANTS THEY PAIRED UP IN... IT WILL _BLOW_. _YOUR_. _MIND_.

MEULIN: (=^･^=) < I DON'T THINK I CAN EVEN CONVEY HOW MUCH... I JUST...

#DON'T #I...

MEULIN: (^・x・^) < I CAN'T.

#NO #THAT'S IT

MEULIN: └(=^‥^=)┐ < I AM COMPLETELY UNABLE TO CAN RIGHT NOW.

#HAVE EXACTLY ZERO CANS

MEENAH: 38|

MEULIN: (=；ェ；=) < YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, M33NAH. THE F33LS.

MEULIN: (=ＴωＴ=) < THE F333333333LS!!!!!!!!!

#MIMES INCOMING!!!

MEULIN:

MEULIN:

MEULIN:

MEENAH: had a suspicion this chat would devolve into gossip about who banged who

MEENAH: let me know if you wanna catch up on actual relevant shit some time

#heres ma math #yall got shell phones here right

MEENAH: holla at ya girl meumix

[curitura]

Hi! Can I ask you a question? To be honest, this month is my birthday and I'm thinking of gifting myself an Otome game, but I'm having trouble deciding which one... I'm thinking of Olympia Soirée, Piofiore: Fated Memories or Café Enchanté. What would you recommend me?

happy (early) birthday!!! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ under the cut because i did my best to keep this concise but i’m a rambler so (; ω ; )

first and foremost, i should mention the serious content warnings for piofiore and olympia soiree. benichi talks about this more here (piofiore) and here (olympia) - i would recommend checking those warnings before you buy either of them! (hopefully they don’t mind me linking those posts - they worded it far better than i could)

that said, i still highly recommend all three games! i really enjoyed playing all of them, so if those content warnings don’t bother you then i don’t think you can go wrong with any of these games!! (´• ω •`) my personal ranking of them would be cafe enchante > olympia soiree > piofiore, but again i do really adore all of them! cafe enchante is undoubtedly first place though. it’s one of my favorite otome games ever - i love the art, the designs, the story, everything! (also fun fact i bought it for my own birthday last year!) it’s definitely a very emotional game, though; it made me cry like 3 times and i dont usually cry at games (｡T ω T｡)

one thing i will say though is that cafe enchante is a decent bit shorter than the other two. olympia and piofiore both have 6 routes + epilogue stories; enchante has 5 routes with no epilogues. personally i think they’re all paced well, but it is something to keep in mind! (⌒ω⌒)

tl;dr: they’re all great games, but i will never miss the opportunity to talk about how much i love cafe enchante ( ≧ω≦ ) hopefully this was helpful, and i hope you enjoy whichever game you choose!!

[nuade]

NCT 127's reaction when they know they are going to have a schedule with their S/O

⚠️ Female reader only + there is Jaemin as a bonus because I think he would be very cute ·ᴗ· no jaemin gif bcs of tumblr limits NCT DREAM VERSION

💡 You and him are idols. You two have been dating for a year and people already knew about it. People were very supportive of you two and many of them have been waiting for you two to have a variety show together. Enjoy reading!

TAEIL

He heard it from the members first and didn't believe it

When his manager confirmed it he started to panick

"Why? Do you want me to cancel it?" the manager asked

Actually Taeil is very happy to hear that but he is nervous at the same time

What if he makes some mistakes? Like if he accidentally says something that shouldn't be said

When the day comes he looks SO awkward. Like he just gives everyone an awkward smile when they ask about you

JOHNNY

He is VERY happy

He calls you right away after his manager told him

"Y/N!!! We are going to have a schedule together!!!"

"Should I visit you on your waiting room tomorrow with the members??"

Can't sleep the day before because he is too excited for tomorrow

He is a funny person so the broadcast goes very well and people love it so much

TAEYONG

This baby is happy but somehow worried

Tells the members about his schedule tomorrow and asks for advices but they make fun of him instead of giving some advices

"Ah~ Taeyong hyung you can't make a mistake tomorrow. Your girl is watching you~"

And because of haechan's words he becomes more worried than before

Eventually he didn't make any mistakes and everything was going well because he is Lee Taeyong

YUTA

Suddenly video calls you

"Hehe," he just smiles when you ask him why did he call you at 5 AM in the morning

"We are going to meet tomorrow at a variety show~" he says with a smile

You haven't heard it from your manager so you are very suprised yet happy

He asks you to laugh to whatever he will say tomorrow at the show

He says he will do that too when you talk

And he really does that at the show

DOYOUNG

When his manager told him about this he didn't get suprised

Text you to ask if you know about this yet

Because you don't read his messages he calls you

"Have you heard the news?" he asks

"What news?" you ask back

"We will be in a variety show together with other idols."

"I will be watching you tomorrow. I heard there will be three male idols,"

Jealous baby

JAEHYUN

Actually you are the one who got worried about it

Because your boyfriend is Jung Jaehyun how can you not get worried

He was about to call you when you call him first

"Babe, I was about toㅡ"

"Did you know about it?" you cut his words off

He chuckles,"Yeah. I was going to tell you about it."

"3 female idols including me and 4 male idols including you." you tell him

He nods,"Yup. I knew that~"

"Can you stop being handsome for a day?" you ask him and he bursts out of laughter

"Don't worry I will always stand next to you~"

WINWIN

Shy

Tells Taeyong about it because he is afraid that he can't be focused on the show tomorrow

Because he likes to stare at you unconsciously

Tells you about his worries and asks you to remind him about it if he does it tomorrow

And it actually happens a lot~ He always looks at you whatever you do at the show

JUNGWOO

Happy but overthinking

He gets to worried of thinking about it

He has been to many shows but because you are going to be there too makes he nervous

Calls you and tells you why he is worried because he is afraid that he will make mistakes and people would hate him for it

"It's going to be okay. You are funny, people will like it. Just ignore me and do like you what always do," you say

He calms down after you reassured him

But STILL what if he makes mistakes????

He can't sleep because he is worried and he even prepared the pill that he used to drink because of his nervousness

Thankfully everything goes well, Jungwoo is funny as usual and he doesn't need to drink the pill~

MARK

EXCITED

Calls you and tells you how happy he is in Korea

Then starts to throw some random English words

"Yo do you believe it?? Cause I don't!!!! I thought that I would never be in a same show with you until I die,"

"Man I can't believe this. Isn't the world being too kind to me?"

Ends up talking with you in English

He sleeps and even dreams about you and him in a same show because that's how HAPPY he is

He laughs a lot when the day comes and he looks so happy when it's your turn

HAECHAN

HAPPY AS FUCK

Tells everyone about it including the members who are overseas

They congratulate him and say that they will definitely watch it from youtube when it comes out

Then calls you and you two start to scream together until Taeyong tells him to lower his voice

Competitive

"They say there will be group minigames! We should win!" he says

"But what if we aren't in the same group?" you ask him

"Then I'm gonna win over you! The loser buy the winner an ice cream!"

And turns out you are the one who wins :D

JAEMIN (BONUS)

He is HAPPY

Wants to call you but remember that you are on a music show right now so he texts you like this

Have you heard ๑>ᴗ< ๑ We are going to be ಠ_ಠ on a same show ٩̋(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) It's a good news isn't it ლ(◕ᗜ◕ლ) I'm so happy!!! (੭ ˃̶̀ロ˂̶́)੭⁾ Anyway make sure to rest well (��ˇ◡ˇ*)♡ after you are finished with your schedule okay ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ And don't forget to drink your vitamin before going to sleep (ง •̀_•́)۶ See you tomorrow ヽ( ᐛ )ノ

He sleeps with a smile and wakes up with a smile

When he meets you at the waiting room he immediately pinches your cheeks when nobody is there because he misses you so much.

Everyone teases him with you so much when the camera is on and off~

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Ps. Should I make how they react to you throughout the variety show?? Sorry if I make some grammatical errors and typos. Please like or repost if you like it, thanks for reading!

NCT DREAM VERSION

[abbacchiosbelt]

Hello c: ! I'm new in this blog but I already love it! your headcanons bring me joy, can I request la squadra noticing that their shy fem s/o is touch starved but in a nsfw way? Like, they notice little things that give away that she wants some action but she is too shy to ask? what do they do to excite her more until she has enough and begs them to fuck her.

this one was fun! thank you for your requestヽ(♡‿♡)ノ

18+ under the cut!

Risotto is always observant – so he notices the way youstare at his exposed chest, and how your hands trail across his back and asswith a feather-light touch when you break apart from his hugs, as if you thought he wouldn’tnotice. Risotto will call you out on it privately by tipping your chin up towardshim and asking if there’s something you need from him. He knows that his touchhas your heart racing – he can practically feel it, and he can see the arousalin your eyes. Risotto wants you to say it first. If you do, he’ll give youeverything you could want by offering his body to you with a smirk. If he hasto coax it out of you, you’re in for a session with lots of teasing.

Formaggio appreciates the way your eyes follow his asswhen he walks in front of you (he knows he’s got a good one), and he maysmack it and wink at you before wandering off. You make it obvious, too, whenyou unconsciously trail your hands up his thighs when the two of you arecuddled close on the couch. Formaggio shows his affectionate side throughtouch, but he’s interested to see if you’ll make the first move. He might stretchand brush against somewhere he knows your sensitive or lean down to whispersomething in your ear to make you shiver. He’ll continue with the teasing untilyou crawl on top of him and shut him up with a passionate kiss. He’s happy todo whatever you want at that point.

Illuso is well-aware of the longing glances you directafter him, or the way you fiddle with his discard clothing when you think he’snot looking. The Mirror World is handy when it comes to seeing what people doin their free time… He’s flattered that you’re so eager to fuck, but he wantsto draw it out of you. If he sees you looking, he may stretch and show off evenmore of his skin. He’ll run his fingers up your neck every time he passes by,or maybe muse about how delicious you look that day before pulling back andacting coy. He’s waiting for you to walk up to your bedroom mirror and demandthat Illuso come out and fuck you – it’s a fun game for him, and he’ll rewardyou nicely if you play along.

Pesci doesn’t always pick up on social cues, so itmight take a little bit for him to notice how affectionate and touchy you’vebeen acting. He likes the extra attention, but he doesn’t understand it’sbecause you want a little more from him than usual. Eventually, someone(probably Melone, unfortunately) tells him that you want to fuck withoutsugar-coating it. Pesci goes wide-eyed when he realizes how oblivious he’s been– so that night he doesn’t waste any time giving you what you want by poundingyou into the mattress. He can take charge, too!

Prosciuttois reveling in all the glancesyou’re throwing him and all the lengthy touches and kisses – he likes to playhard to get, so he’ll act a little cold as usual even though he’s lovingit. He may even admonish you a little for fun, telling you that ‘if you neededattention so bad, you can wait until you get home.’ He likes to be desired, sohe’ll dangle the hint of more above your head by deepening his kisses andstroking all the sensitive places on your body before pulling back and tellingyou how needy you are. Grab him by the lapels and pull him into a kiss – he’llbe ready to take it from there and dominate the hell out of you. (Don’t worry,he’ll be nice. All that attention really stroked his ego.)

Melone notices right away that you’re acting moreaffectionate, although if you’re a person who can get pregnant, he’llimmediately check if you’re ovulating. If that’s not the case, he’ll return theaffection right back and hope that you stay like this all the time. He quicklypicks up on what you really want, though, and Melone exploits it to tease youto no end with whispered words of how much he’s been thinking about you… Beforetelling you he has some errands to run and leaving you hanging with a promiseof more to come later. When he finally returns, he’ll tease you with toys toget you to lay out just what you’ve been fantasizing about before he fucks you.

Ghiaccio is a little wary at first. Why are you touchinghim so much?! He notices you staring at his chest and ass too – he knows helooks good, but normally you just looked. You were full on ogling him. He’sa little oblivious at first, but the way you start to run your hand over hischest and the lingering glances at his lips has him red when he realizes justwhy you’ve been staring. It’s straight to the point with him – he drags youaside and gets you on all fours for a rough, but satisfying, fuck for both ofyou. After, he’ll rant a bit and tell you to just ask next time.

Sorbet& Gelato withholdaffection on a whim from you anyways, so they’re not surprised when you startto become a little desperate. Gelato sees how you stare at Sorbet’s lips, andSorbet doesn’t miss how blatantly you stare at Gelato’s body when he’s changing.They’ll make a show of being extra affectionate to each other in front of you,shrugging you off if you try to join in. Eventually, Sorbet will scold you forbeing so needy, telling you that you aught to appreciate what they give you –how lucky you are to be with them. Gelato will toy with your clotheswhilst Sorbet lectures you, running his hands up and over your body andsneaking his fingers like he’s going to remove them before backing away. Theywant you to be a pathetic mess before they decide to give you what you want –of course, it’ll be on their terms.

[kosei-on]

(the sb anon again) was hesitant to send another... here's the prompt that i wasn't able to fit in the last msg set in the archieverse shadow always had a secret admiration for blues' wayward attitude but chose to abide to his given orders after blues' betrayal, shadow's longing to be free like him begins to surface ahhh i'm sorry if i went overboard and got into specifics, you could also take your own liberties! have a nice day! ヽ(；▽；)ノ

I had to look up what broodish meant in ur the last message, but I agree with it. I end up writing a lot about what characters are thinking because my mind is always just;;; Running... I’m not a huge ShadowBlues fan (I only really ship TempoBlues and since I ship BassRock- BluesBass has become my enemy)  And I feel super inspired by ur message!!! It isn’t perfect for how you asked, but I hope, that you liked it anon!!!

But y’all, send me all the rare pairs!!! I’m so happy to have enthusiastic peeps here, send me everything that is N O T I N C E S T.

____ Shadow has always thought Breakman, Protoman- whatever stupid identity he obsessed over at the moment was a strange conundrum. His past was ruled by dictatorship and orders. To not abide by Terra’s rules, to not believe in Ra Moon and worship him like the deity he was, the great and malevolent ruler, meant death. If he could be honest to himself, he didn’t miss Ra Moon too much. But why he didn’t he wasn’t sure. He should miss him, the last part of his past, he was supposed to help him rule the earth and yet he failed and while it felt horrible, the pain had faded and he was lost and yet not, he still had orders to follow.  Dr. Wily was almost as strange to him as Breakman. He didn’t have much experience with humans, but he was fascinating in ways different from the creation of Dr. Light. It was hard to put into words, words were so fleeting and temporary. So easy to twist and misconstrue. They are held to loose definitions that are interpreted in different ways. Easy to replace with words that mean practically the same thing- actions are much louder. When someone hands you something without asking if you wanted, it spoke to how they thought of you. 

Protoman understood this. Wily did not. Why use 10 words when a 100 would do? He understood he hated Dr. light by the way he wanted him dead, he didn’t need a lecture.  Protoman, Breakman, he understood this. When he wanted to take him back to Dr. Wily, Shadowman deliberately wanted to provoke him into a fight. Just to feel his strength. He could tell, in a brief battle, the tide was turned to him, however, he wasn’t sure about a longer battle. It worried him. He could feel his faith in Wily waning, and if he were to flip, and he couldn’t manage him... 

Well, that’s what happened. It frightened him almost, the poison in his words as he spat to Wily. Unbeknownst to him though, Wily had made precautions to ensure he didn’t flip. Of course, such methods were against his moral standings, but he already knew Wily was not a fair or honest man. So he tried to not let it bother him. In the days leading up to the incident, Dr. Wily was flipping through a dictionary, angrily muttering to himself as he paged through the bounded pages.  “I suppose you wouldn’t know the definition of ‘Susurrus’ would you?” Shadowman stared.  “Chrissake, I can’t use the internet in case someone cracks my identity- God- how did anyone live without the internet?! Oh, finally, here we go, ‘whispering, murmuring, or rustling.’ Why wouldn’t you just say murmuring?!” he threw the science journal against the wall, Shadow didn’t flinch as it banged against his head and fell with a thump.  “These fancy types always use the long and complicated word when the lamens term would work better. It’s monotonous.” Shadow didn’t listen to the rest of his rant. The dictionary had opened to a word, and one stuck out to him.  wan·der·lust/ˈwändərˌləst/ noun: a strong desire to travel. "a man consumed by wanderlust"

He thought of Protoman. He was gone and hadn’t come back. But Wily was so sure of himself he didn’t ask him to leave. Well, that was fine. He had a perfectly fine time entertaining himself. But the word, “Wan-der-lust. Wanderlust. Wanderlust.” toiled around his head. Had he ever had a strong desire to travel? 

That was months ago. Megaman defeated Cossack's robots, and while he knew Wily was alive he had only heard rumors, like whispers of the wind. When he found him, gave him sort of a signal he would return, but for now he was a: vag·a·bond/ˈvaɡəˌbänd/ noun: a person who wanders from place to place without a home or job.

Living the life of wandering mindlessly. Sometimes he stayed in one place for several days, tucked for several days in a tree. Survival wasn’t much of a problem, he didn’t run on the energy canisters the robots of this miserable planet did. He was fine running the way he was, or so he told himself. But his enemy was boredom, and he fought it in an intense struggle. So much so he was most entertained having dreams. He once dreamt he had won a race, and spent the money on buying a ninja house and a red scarf.  The red scarf stuck to him. His silhouette was dark in the full moon as he stood over the house... It was a scene more suited to Protoman... He did betray Wily after all. He was angry at first, mostly at Wily for being so insistent and sure of himself, unable to accept he could have been wrong. But he supposed that it wouldn't matter, and he should be over it now. He had nothing to do now that he was alone. Without his master's orders, until there was a signal, there was a sign, he had to wait. He was growing tired of it.  

Protoman’s words echoed through his head, the last time he saw him. “I might be a coward, I might have betrayed Wily but at least I am beginning to understand who I am! Who are you? Who is Shadowman? All you do is follow orders! if you were without them what would you do?” Oh, he HATED him. Loathed him, of course, he wouldn’t understand.  Actions spoke louder than words, but those words cut deep. He couldn’t begin to understand his line of reasoning. The one who changed names and identities like the phases of the moon- which, tonight was a lovely crescent- understood himself better than someone who was told who he was from the very day he was made. it was ridiculous. 

...Although... He had time to think. He asked himself, when had he ever felt wanderlust. It was that longing in his chest when he stared at the stars, the miles sprawling in front of him. He had seen himself had bright they shined, and how endless space was. Insignificant, but together in an army, he was part of something bigger. That claimed planets and conquered galaxies. 

But he was just a speck. All this time, he wanted to be more than a speck. He tried to hard, but, he was a- “Goddamn fool!” Or was he? The thoughts contradicted and ran away in his head. he did not miss Wily. Not in the slightest.  But he did miss Ra Moon. As much as he said he didn’t miss him as much as he should, Ra Moon was a scary but dominating presence. You could feel how insignificant you were to him, and that was beautiful because when you were beside him, you were part of a being that was just so much more. 

“I want to be free,” he said in a susurrus. 

It felt right. For once words spoke louder than actions. And he would have sat there in the grass surrounded by a limited amount of trees if his instincts had not overridden that. He stood on his feet, shuriken glinting in the moonlight and he stared where the leaves of the tree rustled. 

Protoman stood there, and the silhouette was not perfected, but his visor shined, and scarf rustled perfectly with the wind.  “...Shadowman, put that way, it’s too nice of a night to fight,” he scoffed like he had offended him. Shadowman was so shocked by this he let out a slight “huh” sound. Begrudgingly, he did put it away and crossed his arms. 

“...It was a nice night.” 

“Right. So... Shouldn’t you be with Wily?” “A nice night like this would be better spent without company.” “Yeah? Well... I’m going to assume that means you don’t know where he is.”

“Do you have any idea?” Protoman shook his head and dropped down from the trees. “No. I want to though, so I can kill him,” he added “That’s impossible.” “Hmmm... Maybe.” What does that mean?  “Well, I took your advice. It’s wonderful, being bored all day with nothing to do.”

“You didn’t take my advice then. Who is Shadowman?” “...” the fact that Shadowman didn’t have anything that wasn’t abstract after 30 seconds spoke a lot. Protoman crossed his arms, giving off a smug aura.  “Well. Fine, who is this ‘Protoman?’“ “...Someone who wants to go home but can’t.”  Shadowman stared at the stars for another moment. “...If that is how you define yourself, I suppose we have that in common.” “Really... Huh.” they both gazed at the stars for a long while.  “...If you’re bored, you could come with me.” Shadowman's eyes shifted to him, and then shifted back forward.  Another moment, where words spoke louder than actions. A vagabond to offer company on their wanderlust was not something he expected. He nodded.

[shall-we-imagine]

Loosen up. (Bodyguard!Klaus Goldstein x Reader)

Requested: 66. "I like you. You're different." + 73. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." From the promt list.

Genre: Fluff/idk if this also counts as suggestive? Only if you're very innocent I guess? And if you're on tumblr then you probably aren't so nvm 😂

A/N: sorry for being so inactive lately I've been busy with studying and such so I generally couldn't find it in me to write so yeah :/ (I have a trial tomorrow so like idk pray for me 😂) but here I am! ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ Also yes I'm aware this isn't how Vincent acts and he's not filthy rich but for now we're gonna let it slide okay? Cool. 😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"That's when I decided it was time to buy my fifth car; I mean who attends their first day of college with the same old cars, right?" The man laughs. You suspected that if he stopped boasting for longer than 2 seconds, he'd suffocate and die. You kind of hoped to witness that.

It'd been 2 hours already, yet you weren't allowed to leave the party until your dad says you could. You'd even tried to convince your bodyguard to let you leave without your father knowing anything of the incident, but Klaus was far too strict and responsible; he'd never do such a reckless thing.

Yeah, sure, it's good for your dad to have found such a trustworthy employee, but when you've been stuck talking to these blatantly boring and arrogant people that only viewed you as a good deal to obtain more wealth, well, let's just say: it makes you sort of wish Klaus cared less.

However, that was not the case. In fact, while all bodyguards waited outside, Klaus remained inside -only a few feet away from you at any given time. He also seemed to always be giving you a look that could only be describe as the look a mother gives when you have people over, and she's daring you to mess anything up.

Now, you weren't the stereotypical bratty child that refuses to take over their parents' company. You knew your responsibility and always hoped to make them proud; you just weren't a big fan of the world surrounding all the important people in business. Therefore, it made you yearn for messing around from time to time.

Today was one of those days. You so desperately hoped Klaus would get off your back for even just a few moments, so you could escape the exhausting setting. But he continued with the angry-mother-glare; it almost seemed like he'd gotten the expression tattooed on his face after the endless times he had to get you out of trouble.

There was definitely a bright side to that extra attention, though. You suspected Klaus had a thing for you. After all, he was known to be very good at his job; he could easily quit and get a job less demanding with an equal pay or even a bigger pay if he wanted, but he didn't. He decides to stay with a teenage girl that enjoys pushing his buttons. He was professional, so he wouldn't say anything or let it show, but you had this feeling in your guts that he at least felt intrigued by you.

And, surely, you were ready to use this to your advantage.

You glance towards the blond at the corner of the room, ensuring he was still staring (threateningly, but still staring nevertheless). His eyebrow arches slightly, sensing you were about to do something dumb. You could almost hear him think God, what is it this time?!

You focus your attention back on the man whose name you'd forgotten about 2 seconds after he introduced himself.

"So, I heard you're staying at the hotel here for the entire duration of the event." You smile sweetly.

"Yeah, I am." He takes a sip out of his drink.

You begin flirtatiously twirling a strand of your hair. "Well, how about you take me to have a look upstairs?"

Startled by the unexpected implications of your request, he chokes on his drink and starts coughing. You try your best not to appear disgusted, giving him a smile when he's done with his coughing session.

Sure enough, he agrees and links your arms together, leading you towards the exit of the section the party was held in.

"Miss (Y/N)," Klaus speaks through gritted teeth. He wore a smile and kept his voice quiet, but there was no denying he was ready to scold you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs." You smile, playing dumb.

"What do you mean up-" after losing his calm for a second, Klaus cuts himself off to take a deep breath and let it out before proceeding. "Would you please excuse us, Mr. Knight?" Klaus bows lightly before dragging you to an empty corner.

"You think just because you're leaving with a guest, I'll allow you to go?" Klaus whispers in annoyance.

"What? Are you jealous?" You wiggle an eyebrow at him, knowing well enough that wasn't the reason (well, not the main one, at least).

Lips pulled into a pained smile, Klaus glares. "Are you asking for an insult? I think you're abusing that service I provide for you a hundred times per minute."

"Come on, Klausie; loosen up." You poke his chest with your index finger. You knew the redhead -or Mr. Knight- was probably still waiting for you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to stretch out the process of bugging Klaus as long as possible, since it was the only way to spend time with him. It was also fun watching his nose scrunch and his eyebrows furrow in such anger. He would try to mask his frustration, but it was obvious he had a short temper when it came to you. To put it nicely, he was done with your shit.

"Don't, under any circumstances, call me Klausie." He threatens. "And I don't need to loosen up; you need to stop being so careless!"

"Sure." Rolling your eyes, you step away from him.

Before you could take two full steps, Klaus had already grabbed your arm. "Going somewhere?"

You pull your hand away. "The bathroom. Am I not allowed to answer the call of nature either?" You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Touché." He raises his hands in defeat, but once you begin walking away, he follows.

"Where are you going?"

"Just ensuring you don't get any funny ideas." He shrugs.

Huffing, you decide to ignore him. Thankfully, he was only planning to stand near the door; it didn't seem too strange imagining Klaus walking in for "safety measures": the guy was crazy when it came to his job.

"Man, another pretty dress gone to waste." You sigh, looking into the mirror. The sparkling violet fabric clung onto your body till your waist then flowed freely, reaching to merely graze the floor. It was one of the dresses you really liked; you loved the way it showed your shoulder blades and only a portion of your back; it was sexy yet classy. The glittery purple was certainly your colour too! Alas, your dad would scold you for rewearing a dress more than he would scold you if you were to kill a person (as long as you've hidden the evidence well, that is). Murder can be covered up, but 'horrible fashion choices' cannot be hidden, according to your father. Sometimes you went against that, but most of the time, you just complied, even though it's an absolute waste of money.

"You're taking too long, you know that?" Klaus calls from outside, impatience clear in his voice.

You bite back a response when you realize there's something much better you could do. Quietly checking the stalls, you ensure you're 100% alone inside.

"Could there be a valid reason you're not responding to me?!"

Ignoring his question, you just scream in response. "Klaus! Klaus, help me!" You screech frantically.

The door bursts open, and Klaus steps inside aggressively. Before he could realize what's happening, you push him back against the door, slamming it behind him.

Smug about catching him off guard, you smirk at the taller male, whose body was closely pressed against yours. "Were you worried?" You tease.

"About losing my job? Yeah." He scoffs, turning his head away from you but not bothering to push you away.

"Why is it always about the job?" You tilt your head to meet his eyes again.

"Because I'm at work?" He states with a raised eyebrow, as if it sounded stupid for you to even ask that.

You run your hands gently over his chest; even through layers of clothing, you could still feel the firm muscles concealed by the black suit. "Well, maybe it's time for a break." You grin innocently.

"You do know you can't fool me, right?" He takes one of your hands away from him but doesn't let go of it.

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him. "I'm not fooling you; I want us to have fun! Neither one of us is enjoying this anyway." You cross your arms.

An unexpected response sparks excitement within you. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" You knew he was only being sarcastic, but it gave you a pathway for more methods to push his buttons and witness his reactions.

Closing the distance between both of you once more, you stand on the tip of your toes as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, I have a lot of suggestions." You whisper in his ear, feeling him flinch lightly at your suggestive remark. You could tell he was trying to hide it and pretend he wasn't phased, but you'd already noticed it, and he knew it.

"You're gonna get me fired." Cheeks slightly red, he turns his head away and gently parts your bodies from each other. "God, why is it so hard to handle you? It's like dealing with a troublemaking child."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." You stick your tongue out at him. "Plus, father won't know anything if neither one of us told him." You point out what seemed to have escaped Klaus's perception of the situation.

"You want me to lie to your father." He laughs in disbelief.

"Mmhm, not quite. More like not telling him the full truth."

"That's exactly what lying is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, stop! Fine, lie! I don't know!" You fling your arms in the air out of frustration. A novel sound catches your attention, immediately flushing away the frustration. Klaus was laughing. Not sarcastically. No, a genuine laugh was echoing across the bathroom.

"I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if we talk a walk for some fresh air and come back." He smiles. "Just this time though!"

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your face, and you immediately throw your arms around Klaus. "Thank you!"

"You gotta stop..doing..this.." He awkwardly pats your back, careful not to touch your bare skin.

"No promises!" You shrug, before grabbing his hand and rushing outside, making your way to the exit.

"Miss (Y/N)?" You freeze in your spot. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, um.." you stutter, not expecting to have to explain yourself to your companion from earlier.

"We got an emergency call; we'll be right back." Klaus, in his usual composed state, 'explains' to Mr. Knight.

"Ah, I see." Red head may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell something wasn't right, but he either chose to let it slide or he just didn't care. Regardless, you were thankful. "I'll be waiting for your return then." With a smile and a bow, he left and disappeared into the crowd.

"You'll catch a cold." Klaus states, watching you twirl and run around in the chilly October weather.

You weren't cold, or maybe you didn't dislike being cold. It wasn't the type of cold to make you unable to take a few proper steps and force you to do an awkward penguin walk; rather, it was the type of cold to merely caress your skin, decorating it with goosebumps. "Don't worry; I'm alright."

"Just take my jacket. Your back and shoulders are exposed; you must be cold." He spoke with such certainty that it almost made you rethink for a few moments about whether you actually felt cold or not.

"Are you worried or are you just intimidated by how sexy I look?" You strike a pose far from seducing.

Klaus, who had his jacket held out for you, resumed walking as he put his jacket back on. "You know, on second thought, it might be a good thing if you catch a cold and stay at home for a week or so." He passes by you, leaving you and your sexy pose alone.

"Hey! That was mean!" You catch up to him.

"Nothing new, then." He shrugs, a slight smirk forcing itself onto his pink lips.

You speed up a little then turn around to face him once you're slightly ahead of him; you remain walking, but backwards this time, allowing yourself to look at him during the conversation. "How could you be mean to such a beautiful lady?" You pout.

"What beautiful lady?" He looks around, pretending to search for something.

You let out a dramatic gasp. "How could y-" Your sentence was inconveniently cut off by your stumble; or perhaps, it was a slightly convenient situation when you think about it from a different perspective: Klaus, as sharp as usual, was able to grasp your arm, preventing you from falling.

"Uh, thanks." You breathe out, nodding slightly. Once you begin to straighten yourself up, Klaus lets go of your arm, only to watch you fall to the ground immediately after. "I think my heel broke.." you frown, staring at your left shoe, now with its heel lying a few inches away.

"You think?" Klaus earns a glare, urging him to put aside the sarcasm and help you up.

"Those were such a cute pair.." you sigh, placing your arm around Klaus's shoulder for support. Your arms were already hurting due to the height difference; it was like hanging from a cliff but not quite.

Klaus places an arm around your waist. "Well, I can buy you another one. You need another pair to get back to the party anyway."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what? Get back to the party? That's not what we agreed on! Your father-"

You cut off his rant, "We'll get back there, and I'll call dad and inform him that my heel broke; he'd immediately allow me to leave. It's already late anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

######

"Yes, Klaus, I'm sure he'd let me go home if I tell him my heel broke! Of course, Klaus, there's no way he would have some other plans for me!" Your bodyguard mimicks your voice and tone (terribly), as you sit in the back of the car your dad sent with a brand new pair of shoes.

"How would I have known he would do this?!" You complain, tightening the straps of the new shoes around your ankle.

"Well, hurry up, knight dude is probably waiting for you." Arms crossed, he taps his foot impatiently. You merely groan in response.

"I can't believe he didn't even tell me he booked a room for me at the hotel! And that I have to attend the same event tomorrow too! I didn't even bring any change!"

"Um, Miss (Y/N), your father asked me to hand you this too.." the driver quietly places a small suitcase on the back seat next to you.

"There you go; he packed stuff for you." You weren't sure if Klaus was trying to tease you or comfort you, but either way, you just let out a sigh.

After a long, mentally and physically exhausting night, you were finally allowed to leave. And boy, were you delighted to recieve the news.

"This one." You pause in front of the room that had the same number on the keycard. Klaus had already placed your bag inside earlier, but it was your first time viewing the room. "At least the room is pretty." You shrug.

"Didn't think you'd admit it." Klaus chuckles. "Well, I have to go; so, good night, Miss (Y/N); I'll be back here tomorrow." He bows.

"Wait!" You stop him before he steps outside the room.

As I have reached the 100 block limit, I'll complete this in Part 2...which I'll literally post now and it'll be shorter than this cuz it's just the ending 😂

[moonraccoon-exe]

HEEEEY COOOON! *HUGS* I'm reeeeally glad that you are okay! And I hope you are feeling less tired too! YES THE WATERFALLS ARE AWESOME! I hope you have the chance to see them! (specially Iguazu Falls, it's awesome, you have to see it!) Yes there is snow here too! It's a little rare, but snows at least one day every winter in the south. Oh yes I can't wait to go to Mexico and eat tacos, there is nothing better then eating food where they are originally from!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSPSS

ULTIMA BUDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH o(≧▽≦)o

ULTIMA BUDDY HEWWO!

*CLINGS TO YOUR HEAD*

HEWWO BUDDY IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE LAST SPOKE, YES, AND I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU DROP BY AGAIN AH AHAH,A DTHIS IS SO EXCITING AND IT MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGIAN IN MY AKS, HI!

Ultima, buddy, I’ve missed you!!(ノ*°▽°*)

This is WITCHCRAFT. The day before you sent this ask (or two days before it?) I was thinking specifically about you! I’m starting to think that I have the magical power to summon most of the people I think about oh my gawd. It happens so frequently with the dear people that drop in my ask, like here with you!! I AM A MAGE. MAGIC PRINCE RACCOONIE, WOOOOOOOOOOH! /o/

*hugs* Buddy, I’ve missed you, I’m so happy to hear from you again!

o H m y g O d, I looked up Iguazu falls and... I’m speechless. In absolute awe. That place looks phenomenally STUNNING! SOOOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL, oh my gah! There’s no describing it...and I’m just seeing photos, I can’t imagine how overwhelming it must be to see them in real life!

THEY ARE A MUST! Gotta start making a list with the ‘must-go’ places and put this in, definitely, aksldjfakldf jklsdfjs 

I know, right!? I agree with that about how there’s nothing better than trying food  where they’re originally from. It’s, after all, the realest taste you’ll get of it! The japanese sushi, the middle-east rice, chocolate from south-america, and of course, dear tacos from México! There ain’t like the taste in here. I mean, I’ve never tried tacos from other countries, hahaha! But there is no better place than home to try homemade food, to put it some way :3

Hopefully, when you get to visit, you enjoy what you try out. We may fail in other things, but NEVER the food! /o/

GASPS

YOU GOT A FLU! o(>

I’m happy to know that, despite the flu, you’re feeling good, buddy! But sad to know you’ve got a flu AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

And freezing! It’s winter over there right now, isn’t it? Oh my, the flu and winter make a bad mix asdkjfkldaj gslkdj fs

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED

YOU NEED A RACCOON HUGGED TO YOUR HEAD

THE FLUFFIEST, WARMEST, MOST SQUISHY AND ADORABLE RACCOON OF THEM ALL

AND IT ME

*CLINGS TO YOUR HEAD AGAIN*

IMMA KEEP YOU WARM AND IMMA SCARE THE FLUE AND THE BAD GERMS, IF THEY GET CLOSE IMMA BE LIKE *HISS HISS* SHOO! SHOO! LEAVE MAH BUDDY ALONE!  ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ

YOU’LL SEE HOW THEY RUN, I’M SCARY, I’M SO FIERCE, FLU IS GOING TO BE FRIGHTENED AND WILL LEAVE ASKDJ KLAJFSDヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

NO FLU TOUCHES ULTIMA BUDDY! 

Aaah, happy to know you’re getting better little by little! :3

No worries about late reply! I take literal months sometimes, so it’s not like I can complain, ahaha :’D And really, it’s okay. Real life happens a lot and other stuff, and sometimes we just don’t have energy or the mood for it. So no worries! You reply when you can and want, okay? The racc is not going anywhere(˙︶˙)

A-ah...you know, you always call me “kind raccoon”, and it feels so nice...I feel praised and appreciated somehow, ahah, aah... (o´▽`o)   *SHYNESS MODE, ACTIVATE*

Asdkljsdjfdkfj, you, wonderful creature, YOU ARE SO SWEET WITH ME! STOP! I’m a shy giggling mess akljsd kalfdjs klfjsf (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Ultima, buddy, I’ve been SO HAPPY that you dropped by again!! Thank you so much for dropping by in my ask again, and thank you for being as nice and as kind with this raccoonie as usual. You’re such a nice person! Thank you so much for the lovely ask. It made me happy (o´▽`o)

Thank you again for the ask!

Take A LOT of my best and finest MAGICAL RACCOON VIBES so you heal fast and real good! The magical raccoonie vibes always work, ya know? So USE THEM, TAKE THEM, ALL ‘EM SPARKLES FOR YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

I hope you’re having a MOST PHENOMENAL day or night, buddy!! Lotsa raccoonie hugs for you!