#Nothing special trust me heh

[artsy-n-smartsy]

need to draw them more

[suplicyy]

Happy happy birthday even though it’s in a week, talking about birthdays👀👀 how would kuroo act on reader’s birthday even though she didn’t tell anyone it was her birthday, it’s not a big deal to her like it’s just another day soo how could he find this out? love your works!!

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

— Tags/Genre: Fluff | Fem!Reader

— Warnings: Unreviewed work, sorry if there are any English errors!!

For you, your birthday was a day like any other.

It's not that you didn't like it, but the truth is that you never really cared about it at all.

So that's why you never felt the need to declare it to everyone. But of course, if someone asked you about your birthday, you would tell them, but without giving it much importance.

So when Kuroo heard your friends talking about your birthday today, he would be more than shocked.

He would be perplexed, his mind swirling with thoughts.

"Why didn't she tell me about this?" "Does she hate me?" "Did something happen?" "Doesn't she trust me?"

The truth is, he would be worried about you, and would try to talk to you about it.

But not without preparing something special for you first!!

In his eyes, you are someone very important to him, so he couldn't let this special date pass, even if you didn't tell him.

So when he calls you out of the blue saying he's going to your house, you find it weird, but you don't mind so much because it's already a habit for you to go to each other's houses.

But you find it even stranger when you open the door and come across Kuroo holding a big cake with candles on top, with a big smile on his face, almost nervous.

Kuroo enters your house, walking quickly to the kitchen, placing the large cake on the counter.

And almost immediately, Kuroo approaches you, cradling you in his arms with a tight hug, while planting kisses on the top of your head.

You hug him back, giggling at the amount of affection he was giving you at the moment. "Tetsu... by chance is today some special occasion?" you say between laughs, but internally wondering why he did that.

"But of course it is!" Kuroo suddenly lets go of the hug, holding you by the shoulders, looking at you seriously. You worry, wondering what you forgot that was so important, and wondering if you hurt him in some way.

"It's your birthday!!!"

An uncomfortable silence fills the room, making Kuroo feel somehow pressured by your gaze, thinking he has offended you in some way. After processing the information you received, you let out a surprised "oh", and then laugh at your boyfriend's behavior, feeling more relieved that it wasn't something so serious.

"So that's it, for a second you scared me!" you relax your posture and rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him gently. "Why are you making such a small deal about your birthday? Do you not like him or something?" Kuroo asks curiously, as he runs his hand through your hair, twirling the silky strands around his finger.

"No, nothing like that! I just don't care much about that." you look away from him, thoughtful. "As happy as I am to complete another year of life, this is something natural for all of us, so... it is still just another day like any other."

"Heh, okay Miss 'A Day Like Any Other', still, you could have told me." he says in an ironic tone, taking his hand from your hair to lightly pinch your cheek. You squeal in surprise at Kuroo's pinch, laughing at his comment. "You never asked me, silly..."

"Well... even if you don't care much, I still want to celebrate it with you, okay?" he bows like a prince, extending his hand for you to take, making you laugh at his stupidity. Following his banter, you bow back, placing your hand on top of his.

"Maybe that's a good idea..." you say smiling at him, which Kuroo quickly reciprocates.

And soon planting a light kiss on your hand, and soon guiding you to the counter, where the birthday cake he bought for you was ready to have its candles lit, which you would blow away wishing for more moments like this with the one you love.

— A/N: I'm sorry for disappearing again!! I promise I'm aware of the requests I received and will try to do them as soon as possible!! So while I finish these pending requests (which are really a lot, believe me......💀), I will leave my requests closed until I can complete them all.🥲

[stormberry-12]

faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-" 

Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race. 

Should you run away? 

'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"

"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"

"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.

You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.

You shook your head.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Christian-"

"Heh, I'm so special,"

"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"

"Why would you be fired?" he asked,�� "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"

"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"

"Who came up with that shit?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"

"Your contract rules," he said.

"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"

"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.

True.

"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."

Also true.

"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."

"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"

"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"

"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"

You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"

For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"

"I will, thanks Lan,"

"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."

That shook you to your core. 

You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.

How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.

Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?

After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.

Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you. 

Pave the way Y/n.

This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.

"Radio check, you ready for this?"

"Yep. Copy." 

Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.

"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.

"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"

"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"

"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"

This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.

"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.

"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.

"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."

"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"

"66."

"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.

"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.

Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.

He needed y/n.

She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.

But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute

Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?

Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?

Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?

No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.

Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap. 

He couldn't watch this anymore...

"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"

"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"

"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."

"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"

Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."

Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.

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[levi-venn]

Accolades - Part Two

Timeline: A Year after the final escape from Mount Tantiss.

Summary: Hunter wants to make an Accolades Box for Omega, too, but he needs his brothers' help. Part One | Part Two | Part Three Available on AO3

Note: A special thank you to @dragonrider9905 @yeehawgeek and @cw80831 for requesting a sequel.

A lot of changed after the war ended.

And the carefully decorated boxes Hunter had made for each of his brothers stopped collecting accolades and started collecting dust. 

He couldn’t bear to look at them when Crosshair joined the Empire. 

He thought about throwing them away when Tech fell.

In the end, he hid the lovingly painted boxes in his armor tote. Out of sight…but never quite out of mind.

A year went by.

Pabu was beginning to feel like home. Crosshair had returned to them. Omega was finally safe. Echo visited often. 

For the first time in Hunter’s life, he could think of those five boxes and not feel his heart cave in on itself.

It was time to add a sixth.

Omega and Phee left that morning for a treasure hunting trip and would be gone for the next week. A week longer than Hunter would like, but it was just enough time for four brothers to get together and figure out this whole...arts and crafts thing.

Hunter sent a message to his squad: [We got a Mission, boys . Come on over at 1300]

He quickly added: [A Fun Mission]

Then...he clarified: [It’s for Omega]

Echo replied first: [Roger that]

Wrecker next: [A mission for Omega? I’m in!]

Crosshair gave a thumbs up.

By 1302, the brothers sat in the middle of Hunter’s home, sitting in a circle on the floor, a box in front of each of them. 

Hunter placed Tech’s box in the center of the circle. They had all agreed to keep it closed.

For a long while, no one spoke, quietly looking at each medal and ribbon and the messages Hunter had etched into each.

Surprisingly, Crosshair was the first to speak. “I can’t believe you kept them. You kept mine.” He turned a medal over in his hand, reading the inscription Hunter had carved over the original accolade.

[The most WIZARD precision shot through a tank’s barrel while spitting a toothpick in a clanker’s eye]

“Heh, I remember this mission. I short circuited the droid’s OS with that toothpick.”

“Oh yeah! I remember that! ” Wrecker laughed, punching Crosshair’s arm, earning a quiet, amused hiss.

“I can’t believe you etched over these medals,” Echo said, looking through his pile of medals.

“Hope it's not too sacrilegious for you,” Hunter said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not at all," Echo replied. "I think this is more appropriate than any awards we received on our missions. As an ARC trooper the more devastating our losses, the more medals we received. Really sours the award when its attached to so much death. Trust me, this is better.” Echo read one of his medals aloud.  "'[The most regulation codes recited in an hour]'" He laughed. "I would’ve had hundreds of these medals in Domino Squad.  Thank you for doing this, Hunter.”

“What’s in there?” Crosshair asked, nodding to the box with half a skull painted on top.

“...Nothin’.” Hunter said, scooting it closer to him.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Crosshair sneered, pointing a toothpick at Hunter.

“C’mon, show us!” Wrecker said, and reached for the box.

Hunter snatched it from the circle and hugged it to his chest. “It’s none of your business.”

“Guys, he doesn’t want to-” Echo started, but Crosshair pushed past him to lunge at the box. He bumped Hunter’s arm instead and it slipped out of his hands into Wrecker’s lap.

Hunter dove forward! Wrecker rolled backwards! Crosshair slithered into the fray.

“Boys…” Echo sighed and collected the other boxes before they could get crushed by three grown men wrestling and giggling like shiny cadets.

When the dust settled, Wrecker had Hunter in a headlock while Crosshair perched on Wrecker’s back, gazing thoughtfully at the collection of medals.

“What’s in it?” Wrecker asked, ruffling Hunter’s hair as he kept him pinned.

Crosshair frowned and reached for another medal. And another. And another…

“I told you, it’s nothing,” Hunter grumbled, wriggling futilely in Wrecker’s iron grip.

“You…put the same message on each medal,” Crosshair said.

He didn’t read the inscription aloud.

[This medal is awarded to Hunter for being the proudest oldest brother in this Badass Batch. I love you guys.]

“Wrecker, let him go.” He hopped off his brother’s back and handed a medal to Echo and Wrecker to read. 

“It's the same message on each medal because I felt the same way after every mission," Hunter sighed. "So, go ahead and laugh.”

“You should’ve told us you were doing this,” Crosshair said, handing the box back to Hunter. 

“Yeah! We could’ve made you a medal, too!” Wrecker said, handing a medal back.

"Yeah...well..." Hunter shrugged and looked away. “I didn’t ask you here to make medals for me. I asked you here because I’d like to make some medals for Omega too.”

Wrecker gasped. “Ooh, that's a good idea!”

“So we write anything we want?” Crosshair asked.

“Anything you want,” Hunter said. “We’ll make them together, a daily project, as many medals as we can think of before she gets back. It ain’t a competition, but I’d like to fill it up.” He showed them the latest box with an energy crossbow and white skull painted on top.

“Let's hear our orders then, Sarge,” Echo said. 

“Right,” Hunter puffed up. “Alright, boys, here’s the plan. Wrecker, secure us some bundt cakes from Shep for this week’s end. Lemon for Omega, red velvet for me n’ you, dark chocolate for Crosshair, and confetti for Echo.”

“Roger that!” Wrecker said, and headed off to his solo mission.

“Echo, gather up some construction flimsy and ribbons from Feilo’s shoppe. Yellow and gray color scheme preferred. And we need adhesives, markers, paints, and a few rotary precision tools.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Echo said, and was next to leave.

“Crosshair, you and I are on a scavenger hunt to the junkyard for any materials that look like our old medals. Metal plates, golden chains-”

“Those magnetic rectangular medals that never stuck on our plates quite right?”

Hunter laughed. “Heh, exactly.”

Crosshair got to his feet and extended his hand. “Let's go.”

Hunter clasped Crosshair's hand.

He expected to be pulled up…

…but he didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug.

It was a brief hug. It was a tight hug. And it was exactly what he needed. 

“Thank you,” Crosshair mumbled, releasing him and not looking his brother in the eye. “For keeping my medals, too.”

Hunter put a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. “Thank you for coming back to us.”

[ashleyfableblack]

A Mother's Day Eternal Courtship Jam. Love is complicated. Love takes work. For a Big Mama Bughorse with a family spanning several species it can take alot. A hard tale about love and family some may find all too familiar. TW in hashtags

"THERE'S my SPECIAL Boy..." Chrysalis beamed a grin of gleaming, razor-keen fangs at Pharynx as the guards shut the balcony bay doors behind them. She levitated a bunch of grapes from a nearby table of assorted dishes and goblets, offering them. "MY Pharynx. Come. Sit with me. Something to eat?" Pharynx politely refused with a reserved smile. "No, thank you, My Queen." Purple grapes. Very plump, ripe ones at that. He wasn't surprised that she knew his favorite fruit. Though he'd gotten to spend very little time with her since The Exodus of their people, he had little doubt that her agents were still hidden among his Lovebug kind. She likely knew more of their affairs than he did. Making his way to the heap of cushions she was lounging upon he climbed the pedestal and sat. "Happy Mother's Day." He gave a sheepish grin. After last years celebration he hadn't been sure what to expect from her. 'Mother's Day' wasn't a changeling concept. Every Day was Mothers Day as far as The Hive was concerned. His people's decision to adopt the pony holiday as a lovebug tradition was received awkwardly at best. But Chrysalis was a Queen and the Mother of her entire race and she was certainly making a go at it for her sons sake. She was looking healthy. No doubt she was eating very well. Her pony wife had made it very clear that she alone would give her wife all the love she needed. She had always been large, so tall, beautiful and majestic in an indefinable way, by changeling standards. But she seemed larger still, these days. Her chitin gleamed, dark and smoky. The pitting of her limbs seemed reduced. Her mane of spidersilk seemed more like the hair of a pony. Her shape even seemed different. Her plot, in particular seemed rather... round. He wondered if she was unconsciously adapting her form to suit her wife or maybe to fit more closely with their pony subjects? It was a common enough trait among changelings in deep-cover. Her eyes shifted between her two sets of irises as she looked him over, examining him both visually and taking note of his emotional state. "I trust your trip was well. Hmmn." She could see he was particularly troubled but spoke nothing of it. Decorum was to be observed. She was a Queen. "Where is your idiot brother?" Pharynx chuckled. "Heh. He got pulled into a discussion on some artsy-craftsy garbage about 'decorative baking' with one of Queen Twilights advisors. The bubble-headed pink one." "Ah." Chrysalis nodded. "That would be Pinkie-pie." "That's the one. Ugh." Pharynx shifted uneasily on the pile of assorted cushions and royal-blue throw rugs. Some creatures would say that all ponies looked alike. He knew this to be untrue. Though he was a lovebug he still had a changelings eye for fine detail. Ponies of any tribe were very distinct, visually. Their personalities on the other hoof, on that he could definitely see their point. They were all so cloying, so irritating. They all just blended into one big blur of annoying, bouncy, frivolous children to him. Tasty as food but still, annoying. "I told him to just go on with her and he could meet us later. Seemed just as well."

"Indeed." She pursed her lips, studying him. The Queen took a sip from an ornate silver goblet. "She has a way with most creatures, one I would imagine fitting your brother's demeanor all too well." Pharynx regarded the view. He could see why his Queen-Mother had chosen to make this balcony into a receiving area. From here, New Canterlot castle had an impressive view of the surrounding land. From the peaks of far-off Yak-Yakistan to the tides coming in off the Celestial Sea. This perch was as tactical as it was deceptively pleasant. She could plot out an entire campaign from here as easily as charm unassuming diplomats. He sighed. He missed those days as a changeling agent. Chrysalis broke his drift into the past with her sharp, multi-tonal Hive voice. "But you desired a private audience." It wasn't a question. She knew. "Yes." He cleared his throat, straightening himself. "Yes, My Queen." Her emerald snake eyes stared expectantly. Most of his life those eyes had been a place of comfort to him. She was his Queen-Mother, the source of all life for his people. However, in this moment, he would almost be anywhere else than in their gaze. Still, he had planned. He had prepared. This was the time and this was his moment. He was going through with this. "I wished to speak with you on a personal matter, My Queen." Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. "Pharynx, it's not like you to be so nervous. Speak." "I needed to-" he paused. His deep, gravelly voice cracking, he cleared his throat. He couldn't believe it but he was actually trying to recall Thorax's 5-5-5 rule for dealing with his anxiety. Or was it 3-3-3? UGH. He would have to punch him when he saw him next time- more than he usually did. "I needed to apologize... to you, My Queen."

Chrysalis furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" She adjusted her irises to study the shimmering pattern of emotions emanating from her lovebug son. Guilt, radiated from him like smoke from a oil-fire, guilt, shame and a deep, black loathing. She craned her neck and drew slightly closer. "You've nothing to apologize for." Pharynx visibly shrank. The words and the feeling behind them hit him like fists. "Respectfully, My Queen-" his lavender eyes glanced to her "I feel I do." Pharynx sighed hard. It had been years in the build-up. He'd finally opened the door. Nothing to do for it now but walk through. "Mother... I failed My Hive. I failed our people. I failed myself. Most of all, I failed you." His lips pursed as her struggled to contain the breaking dam inside his chest. Chrysalis straightened herself. She narrowed her eyes, her intense gaze could cut through stone. Her ears flitted as she listened intently. "Continue." Pharynx stared into the floor. His eyes looked to the same past his voice spoke from, a time some decades ago now. He could almost see the timeline in front of them, the chain of events which led him to this moment. "Look after her." He paused. The word, the identifier, it stung his tongue to say it. "That's what you said to me. The first thing you ever said to me. Look after her. You ordered me to protect my idiot younger sister, my broken, faulty twin." Pharynx sighed. "She was born wrong. You knew it. I knew it. She wasn't like the rest of us. From the moment I crawled out from our egg and looked back at her, still wobbling around, she was silent in the hive-mind. Not a ghost, not a whisper, just nothing. But rather than just leave her to our sisters to be eliminated, you ordered me to protect her. You seemed to value her, maybe me as well, if by proxy." He looked into his hooves as if searching for the secrets of his past in them. "You didn't give us designations like our sisters. We were different. We got names. I would be Pharynx. She was Thorax." He bit his lip. The dam was stressed but holding. "I wanted you to be proud of me. My Queen. My Mother. So, I protected her, the idiot. The coward. The weakling. Our sisters knew she was born wrong and they hated her, wanted her gone, if not dead. She was not of The Hive. She smelled wrong, tasted wrong. None of us could hear her in the Hive Mind." Pharynx gritted his tiny nub fangs "But I protected her from them. I kept her safe. When they bullied her, I fought her fights. When she failed missions, I cleaned up her mess. When she betrayed us, ran away like the traitor she..." He paused, the words caught in his throat. The dam was cracking. "The traitor he was. I still obeyed. I kept the patrols from finding him. I guided any incidental seekers from his pathetically obvious hiding spots. I even masked the scent of his fear in the air- THAT took ingenuity. But All for you, My Queen. All for The Hive. I protected him even up until..'" Pharynx shuddered. He hesitated to even say the words. The name his changeling people had given to the day of their near-genocide. The day their home was destroyed and the lovebugs were born. "The Exodus. I could have stopped him. I could have stopped all of them. The cowards." He gritted his teeth, hooves clenched against his thighs like fists. "The ingrateful, treasonous scum. The filthy pony intruders, that stupid draconequis-thing, my traitorous brother. I could have stopped them but I didn't." Pharynx looked to his Mother, His Queen. He owed her the respect of looking her in the eyes when he said this. When he admitted to the price of his shame. "I had a choice to make. In that moment I had to choose. To be the perfect daughter for you like I always wanted to be..." The weight of his guilt was crushing. The dam was breaking. Held back for the last thirty years The edges of his eyes moistened. "Or be the... the worthless... Son... I always knew I had needed to be."

His shoulders shook with the pressure of containing the tears. Gritting his teeth he continued. "I hated him. He wasn't a Changeling. He wasn't one of us. I hated him for being weak. I hated him for being different. I hated his stupid smiling face. I hated his stupid feelings, his selfishness, his self-important, self-righteous- OH, he was SO much better than the rest of us, he was better than The whole HIVE. He was so special, like those stupid pathetic little ponies. But I-" Pharynx choked. "He... He was braver than me. He was Thorax. He was... your son. And I made my choice." His lips quivered. The hot stinging droplets formed. His vision blurred and he looked away, sending the tears to patter against the cushions. "I could've stopped him, Mother. I could've saved you from all that. I could've saved all our sisters. I should've stopped him. I wanted to. I... I wanted to be strong for you. I swear I did. I swear I- but I couldn't- had to- I had to be- Ff- Ff- Ph-" Years of self-loathing buried the rest in a mass of sobs as he pressed his face into his hooves. The dam was broken now. Pharynx was broken. His chitinous body convulsed as he wailed. Like a tiny foal, he shrieked, loosing out the tears of self-hatred he'd held deep inside for decades. The venom within him had rotted away, cold and black, like tar on his heart for years. Pouring out from his eyes now, it burned, searing like fire. His lips curled back, baring his tiny lovebug faux-fangs. They were not the fierce, dagger-like sabres of a changeling. He chattered them together, trying to finish his thoughts but all that came out was a gibbering, wailing mess. To his shock Chrysalis pulled him to her barrel. Without thinking, he threw his hooves around her, hissing his tears into his Mother's chitin in thick, painful sobs. Several minutes passed as years of hate poured forth, drenching her chest. Not as The Changeling Queen-Mother but as his Mother, she held him firm and steady. Several minutes passed as years melted away between them. Finally, enough of the pain drained off, Pharynx found his words again. "Mom? Do you... hate me?" Chrysalis stared back at him with her giant serpents eyes. In all these years, he had never called her that. No drone had. 'My Queen'. 'Majesty'. 'Excellency'. 'Queen-mother.' 'Perfect One'. 'Exalted One' 'Our Beloved Perfection.' Never 'Mom'. She considered the question in silence. Her horn glowed. In a small eruption of emerald flames a trinket appeared in Pharynx lap. Her multi-tonal voice cut through the tense silence between them. "Do you know what this is?" He looked to the trinket. A fine golden chain set around a series of opaque transparent flakes of shimmering, almost crystalline material, chitin from a changeling. As many times as he'd seen his alicorn mother-in-law wear it, of course he knew what it was. "This is the wedding token you gave to Queen Twilight." "And its significance?" He swiped away a bubble of snot with the back of his forelimb. "It's an ancient pony practice- unicorn, specifically, to give an expensive token of affection to a mate." She starred expectantly.

He expanded- "Adapted during the fusion of their 3 tribal cultures to include the Terrestrials... Err... colloquially, 'Earth Pony' tradition of an exchange of a family heirloom ... one holding a more personal value than one dependent on the unicorn system of material worth." Chrysalis nodded. A smile began to warm her lips. "And what is this?" "It's your token to your mate- Queen Twilight." The Queen gave a small huff of impatience, touching the article with her pitted hoof to accent each word. "What. Is. This?" Pharynx wasn't certain what his mother was asking him. He lifted the article carefully in his hoofs and examined it. He'd never actually seen it this close before. He could see now the small plates of chitin were quite old. He had always thought they were just tiny clippings his Mother had made from her wings, emulating the pegasus practice of giving their mate one of their primary feathers. But that couldn't be. They were far too old for that. Their translucent quality was caused not by their age, but by their structure. No only that, they were slightly curved and shaped irregularly, each slightly smaller than the last. They were fitted plates. "These are..." he straightened as the realization dawned on him, suddenly taking even greater care to be very gentle with the artifact in his grasp. "These are the plates of a grub's first molting." She nodded again, her smile growing to expose her fangs. "They're yours."

Chrysalis draped a hoof around his shell. Pharynx fought to find the words. "Mine? But... How? Mine? They're... How did y-" "Your idiot brother saved the discards of your first molting. Don't ask me how he secreted them away or where he hid them. None of your sisters ever knew." She looked from the tiny bracelet to the astonished Pharynx. He stared at the jewelry as if it were speaking to him in a foreign tongue. "I've never found the knowledge in the Hive Mind, anyways. " She gave a wistful sigh. "I remember. You had both just completed your nymph molt a few days before. He came to me, all puffed up and smiles, and presented me with a set of baubles he'd made. A necklace and a bracelet. He'd managed to cobble together the materials from one of our caches of acquired valuables. I'm still not sure how he learned the skills required to craft them, half-dumb as he was. Still, he did. A necklace from his own remnants..." She lifted the trinket in her green flames. "...and this, from yours." In an implosion of magic the matrimonial token vanished, teleported back to Twilight's dresser. Pharynx stared in silence. She'd held onto such a thing, all these years, in secret. With a gentle touch of his angular cheek, Chrysalis regarded him. "I gave this to Twilight, my immortal love, as an act of trust, to honor the ancient custom of her people. It was only a thing but it was my most precious of things. And if I could trust her with this thing I could trust her with my hearts." She stroked his cheek, drawing close. "I am your Queen. I designate you all with purpose." Her snakes eyes held him like a helpless little grub. "When you hatched, I knew it. You were never born wrong. But you were born different. You weren't like any of our kind, ever, more like..." She paused, catching herself as if to keep a secret. "Yes, I named you. I knew what you were, as I have all my children from the dawn of our kind. Your foolish, flighty brother, he was Thorax, 'my heart'. You..." She smiled in a warmth he had never seen from her before. "...you were stronger, fiercer stuff. Pharynx, 'my voice'." As she smiled down at him the tears came again. He didn't fight them this time. "I've never hated you. In all The Hive, I've thousands of drones. Infiltrators, Warriors..." She wiped at his cheek with her pitted hoof. "But I've only one Pharynx. One you. You are my son."

He returned her smile, wiping at his cheeks.

They sat in silence. Maybe for the first time in their lives, they were truly Mother and Son, as Pharynx would see it. "Any other questions?" She gave a playfully irreverent smirk. still draping a hoof over his shell. "Heh... Maybe... Another hug? My Q-" She cut him off, pulling him into her hooves and squeezing her son tightly. He embraced her in return. He could almost taste the love in the air around them. It was an unusual feeling, this warmth. Was this 'acceptance'? It was alien but certainly not unwelcome. If this was what Thorax was always going on about Pharynx could get used to this 'family' business. The balcony-bay doors creaked open. A guard broke the tender silence of their moment with her announcement. "My Queen. Prince Thorax awaits Her Grace." Chrysalis looked to the guard, then to Pharynx. He smirked, making to hop up. "I'm gonna go pound him." The Queen rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Don't pick on your brother." Pharynx sniffled and froze. He had an almost pouty quality to his silent obedience. She sighed in resolution. "Fine. You're brothers..." Pharynx leapt up with a burst of energy and sprinted for the door. From the halls Chrysalis could hear the sounds of things being broken and shouting of various slurs of endearment. She chuckled and took a large mouthful of the grapes, chomping them down hungrily with a smug, self-satisfied smile. "Best. Mom. EVER."

[bloodlegacies]

Hey, I just read the update (and the previous update that I hadn't read yet), and I have some bug reports and questions, if you don't mind! Well and some comments too, I guess.

^ My MC seems to be thanking his father for nothing here as his father didn't do or say anything special… Judging by the code, I think it's because my MC didn't kill yet so his father's comment on that isn't displayed - but MC's reactions to that comment from Eleazar are not set to trigger only if we got that line from Eleazar but no matter what, so I get the "positive response" from a gentle MC, instead of the game skipping that interaction as a whole and going to the one where Eleazar is displeased and MC reacts accordingly.

^ It says there are 7 competitors. But 5 men + 3 women is 8 in total.

^ This segment already appeared before, then it went to the balance training with Eleazar, and then the whole segment repeated itself.

^ Untranslated segment at the beginning here. I understand enough to get what it says, but it still shouldn't be here heh.

That aside, I was wondering if some instances in the game shouldn't raise ice powers? For example, when the MC creates an ice barrier to stop Serah's attack. That one stuck out to me, considering how much of a feat it was. Similar to killing everyone after MC's mother was killed (though I think this one sets a variable on, so it's less of an "issue"). Not that this is a big issue to begin with! Just thought it would make sense.

Speaking of that scene with Serah, and this would be my first question... if the MC stopped Serah indeed, that must have brought even more "shame" to the king, right? I mean, he was already frustrated at MC having killed a bear at such a young age, but then the same kid proved their elemental powers were stronger than those of his older daughter in front of a full audience (not to mention said daughter just lost control of herself in public to begin with).

That aside, what did Asther and co think of a MC who shouted at them to stop in the tower, when they were gossiping about Hayden? On the matter of Hayden, will we get the option later down the line to have MC say (or even simply think) about being reassured that Hayden was supportive of the two lovers (even if the methods were dumb), because MC themself is in love with Hayden and it's reassuring to know they do think love is worth the risks? I can imagine my MC having a mindset of "I need to know if there is any point in me trying to prepare how to manage to be together, and for that I need to be sure they will fight for that too". Like, sure, the lack of trust about the whole thing hurts and was already discussed, but there is also a huge reassurance in the matter.

And that one is not a question, but I just have to say at this point I hate Eleazar more and more every single time he appears! My MC is butting heads with him all the time - like, they disagree on basically everything. I can understand just how surprised my MC was when Eleazar agreed with him about doing nothing more following the Fion "incident"! Like, at this point it would be funny if it wasn't so upsetting - almost ANYTHING Eleazar asks of my MC, the answer is "no". My MC is so nice and merciful, and then you see him with Eleazar and he just becomes hateful and angry.

First of all, thank you for letting me know about the bugs and errors in the code and translation. Thank you.

And secondly, it's true. It makes sense, so I'll add some skill points if you do. Not a lot, but I will.

Third: Definitely yes, this has further irritated the king, who already felt antipathy towards mc, considering what he did at the beginning of chapter 1.

And fourth: Yes, it will be possible. Many options involving this and more, with Hayden, will be possible at the ball, which will be brought up in the next update. Where there will be decisions that affect the relationship with the ro's, and involving the mc himself and how they will be seen later. There will even be options to get upset with the ro's in a more direct way, and if you have a relationship, be it friendship or romance, there will be some reactions from them and other options.

And what about Eleazar? He's complicated hehehe, some love him, some hate him, others are indifferent, but he's a guy who always causes a reaction. I can understand your MC, after all, Eleazar isn't the easiest to deal with, is he? 😁

[boywriters-blog]

HIII CAN YOU DO HEADCANONS OF DOLPH LASERHAWK ON A RELATIONSHIP???? THERE'S NOTHING OF HIM ON THIS APP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Dolph Laserhawk/Reader hcs

OF COURSE OMG?? ALWAYS FOR MY POOR BABY BOY 💗

warnings: he’s a sad little guy with a lot of trauma :(

-he definitely has a really hard time trusting you at first, making him seem cold and mean

-but once he’s learned to trust you more and is in a relationship with you, he’s clingy and loving

-definitely a give and take kinda relationship, helping each other out whenever possible

-he’s not open to talking around others so he’ll kinda use you as a shield, you find it really cute, others find it scary because of his rbf

-he always has to be touching a part of you, holding your hand or your arm, the lower of your back, your shoulder, your chest, anything

-he’s really communicative and very observant, so when he notices something’s wrong he immediately talks to you about it

-if he’s ever feeling doubtful or insecure, he knows he can talk to you about it, and he works hard to make sure you know you can talk to him if you ever feel the same way

-he is high maintenance, and that’s okay! it just means you have to put in a little extra work!

-he hates that he’s high maintenance, he’ll try not to bother you with his problems at first, but once you let him know you’re there for him and you’re not leaving, he comes to you for advice or to talk through his feelings

-i feel like he would start having panic attacks or anxiety attacks after everything that happened, it was lot at first, but with your help he was able to lessen them

-he definitely needs a lot of reassurance, i think he would have an issue with love permanence, needing regular reminders that you still love him

-he’s a protective lover, he sees danger and his immediate thought is “where is y/n??” , and if you’re not there or wondered off he would go find you like a lost puppy

-he IS a dog, he loves like a dog, acts like a dog, he’s like having a rescue dog sometimes

-i feel like he would wanna do those cheesy couples dates or activities, they’re cheesy but they’re fun when you’re with him, and it gives him a reminder that you love him, and gives you a reminder that he loves you

-would absolutely do those little couples crafts and give them to you, you love them and treasure each one, you have a special shelf just for them, and you do the same for him of course

-i feel like he’d be okay at cooking, but AMAZING at baking, would absolutely bake you little treats whenever you’re feeling down

-i think he’d smoke a bit of weed, only as a way to relax though, and only with you, he doesn’t feel safe unless he smokes it with you, you guys will put on a cheesy comedy and smoke weed to relax (if u don’t smoke then don’t mind this)

-you get matching pajamas and he pretends to hate them, but he actually really loves them, they’re like the only pajamas he’ll wear now, you’d tease him about it and his face’d turns red

-he would find an animal on the ground with a broken limb and brings them back to your guy’s place, he would nurse them back to health and it would become your new pet

-he doesn’t really go anywhere without you, and if he does he makes sure there’s another person he trusts with you, maybe bullfrog heh

-HE IS SUCH A LITTLE SPOON he loves being held and cared for, he loves affection so much, and you’re very affectionate, so it works out very very nicely

-kisses you to wake you up <33

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as always let me know if i can write anything else for you!! i loove writing!! i hope it’s to your standards and you like it anon!! if not, send me another request and i’ll get right to work!

with much love,

Mooshi <3

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.165 Trap

Our trip back to San Sequoia was quiet, as one could imagine. My feelings were raw, like fresh sunburned skin, but there was an odd sense of calm too. I didn't realize the dark cloud that hung over me while I stalled to lay Mama to rest. Now that we've done it, a weight has lifted. Hopefully I'm through the worst of it and things will begin to look up.

We all needed dinner, and Sophia volunteered to cook and get Desiree squared away. She said I'd been taking care of them all this time and asked to let her take care of me. It's not unusual for her to do things like that, but...I don't know. In the moment, I felt so loved. Naturally, I tried to compromise, offering to take one of those tasks while she does the other, but she declined and told me to take some time for myself. That wasn't something I had done much since—honestly, I don't think I've ever really been good at that. Ever since we started dating, much of my life has been about her, and now it's her and Desi. I don't mind serving and making sacrifices for them, but I recognize wisdom when I hear it, so I go upstairs to run a bath. I'm not exactly a bath guy, but I wanted to do something different to make this "me time" special. Besides, I had a lot of thoughts and feelings I wasn't ready to let go, so mulling them over in the tub sounded like a good idea. Just as I'm about to turn on the water, my phone rings. Since not many friends call me, I answered the phone without checking the caller ID, assuming it was Alessia. I was very wrong.

You can imagine my shock when I heard Yasmine's voice instead of my sister's. It sounded very despondent, honestly. I mean, Yasmine isn't the most cheery sim, but there was such pain and weariness in her voice. Naturally, I asked if everything was okay. Last time I asked, the answer was no, and it seems the answer was still no.

"Look, I know we're not friends," she said, "but I don't have anyone else to talk to. I really need to talk to somebody!"

We're not friends technically, but there's no bad blood between us, and honestly, I still see her like a friend. I only let go of her for the sake of my relationship. My protective friend mode still booted up at the sound of her desperation. I wanted to know names and where to meet, heh. The old Luca would have run right over to her house to see what was wrong and how I could help, but I can't do that anymore. I still care about her, but I love my wife, and she is not a fan of Yasmine. But, if I can help, I have to try so I ask what she wanted to tell me, but she said she didn't want to talk about it over the phone. I couldn't deny that it felt like a trap at first, but when she mentioned it involved her children, all my alarms went off. Apparently, she had twin girls. What is up with all these multiples around me? Anyway, I told her I wanted to help, but I could only do it if Sophia could be present. Part of me felt like she would decline because her plan to get me alone failed, heh. But she was desperate and accepted. She said I am the only one she trusts, and if having my wife present is the only way to have my attention, so be it. She lives in Oasis Springs now, and I told her we were practically neighbors and that Sophia and I hang out there a lot. If I could get her onboard, I told Yasmine I'd call tomorrow to set up the details.

We hang up, and I run my bath water. I slide into the tub, my mind reeling, trying to figure out what in the world has her so frantic and desperate to speak to me. And what is wrong with the girls? Hopefully, nothing serious. She agreed to wait to hear from me, so it couldn't have been that serious. Sophia had been around me and Chi Chi and Maira enough to know I only have eyes for her, so hopefully she's had enough time to get over whatever hangups she had with Yasmine. True, I recognize that finding out I had been with someone else while we were talking could be shocking and upsetting, but she knows me. I technically did nothing wrong, and I would never entertain doing that again. Just in case she's still caught up, I'll have to be really sweet to her tonight so she'll be in an excellent mood in the morning when I present this to her. She is being really sweet to me, so rewards were already on the agenda, heh. I'll just have to put in some extra work.

[shrimplymoray]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

[salty-croissants]

would Rayman/Ramon ask Y/N in marriage? If yes, how would it be??

Thank you for the request ! 

Let me tell you , I was really excited to start working on this one : it’s just such a neat and wholesome scenario ://D 

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Rayman 🧡

Now that the two of you have been together for quite a while , the idea of making your relationship something even more by asking you to marry him has crossed Rayman’s mind multiple times : 

he just loves you more than anything , and since he knows that the feeling is definitely mutual the probability that you’d say yes to the proposal is pretty high …

However , something seems to be successfully stopping him from bringing up the topic . 

You see , if there is one thing that Rayman is terrified of is rejection , which isn’t surprising considering that he’s been dealing with that ever since he left Dimension X … and immediately after there is the fear of making you uncomfortable in any way .

He ends up being very anxious about the whole thing , overthinking every little detail to make sure that the day he’ll eventually decide to propose to you he is going to have a plan prepared to make it special … 

Tough you can tell something is up . 

< Hmm … maybe that’s not the right place … they said that they feel more at ease when there isn’t too much noise , so it might be a bit too crowded … 

Then again , we could always just … > 

< Hey Ray , here’s some coffee , you’ve been here for a long time and - 

Hey , what’s that you’re writing ? > 

< Oh - y/n  — 

It’s nothing love , don’t worry about it , just … business stuff , y’know ? 

Thanks for the coffee by the way … sorry , I should’ve said that first , heh … > 

After lots and lots of planning and doubting weather or not you’ll say yes , Rayman ends up choosing a day in which the two of you are mostly free to then ask you to come with him somewhere for a “surprise” …

< Ohh , what’s it gonna be ? I love a good mystery ! >

< Heh , trust me honey , I’m pretty sure you’re going to be very surprised … I’ve been working on it for some time now . > 

< Really ? All for me ? 

Darling , you shouldn’t have … you’re always so sweet ~ > 

Despite trying to seem calm and confident like always , Rayman is … honestly freaking out inside : maybe a date on the very top of a skyscraper wasn’t that good of an idea … what if you didn’t like it ? What if you found it too much ?

But his worries immediately disappear when he sees the look on your face after reaching the place : he had decorated it with flowers and pretty candles , their gentle flame illuminating the darkness of the night …

< Ray … ! This is so beautiful ! > 

He smiles in response , reaching for something hidden in a corner and taking out his trusty guitar .

The surprise was indeed not over , and the moment you hear him start singing a song he wrote for you you can’t help but blush : your boyfriend was right when he said you weren’t going to expect what was going to happen that night …

As soon as he finishes you lock Rayman in a tight embrace , peppering his face with affectionate little kisses .

< Heh … I take it you like what I came up with ? > 

< Like it ? I love it ! Everything about this is amazing ! > 

You pause for a moment to give him a curious look .

< Tell me tough … was this all really just to surprise me ? 

I don’t know , it just feels like you’ve been wanting to tell me something ever since we got here . > 

< *sigh* … yeah … you got me . > 

As you watch Rayman kneel before you and search for something in his pocket , your eyes widen : 

could this really be … ? 

< y/n , my angel , my ray of hope … ever since you became part of my life , you’ve made it so much better : you have filled a crater in my soul that I’ve been carrying with me for years and that no amount of fame and fans could fill … 

You’re just wonderful , wonderful in every way , and … > 

He takes a deep breath , revealing a ring in his hand .

< … I honestly want nothing more than to spend every moment with you , forever .

y/n , will … will you marry me ? > 

Hearing him ask you that question leaves you speechless for a moment , and right when Rayman is about to tell himself that this whole thing was a terrible idea you smile at him lovingly while kneeling in front of him .

< Of course , Rayman … > 

He is simply overjoyed by your answer , and after placing the ring on your finger he leans closer to kiss you …

< Oh y/n … I love you so much , I’m … mm … so happy … > 

His words make your heart skip a bit , while you gladly reciprocate his passionate displays of affection … 

This truly is a new beginning for the both of you . 

Ramon 🖤

If he was anxious about proposing to you before , now that he rebelled against Eden there has been a significant change : 

Ramon feels like something terrible could happen any minute given that you two are constantly on the run , so he just wants to come clean with his true feelings for you before that … 

However , since coming to terms with the dark truths of the many awful things he indirectly played a part in has crushed his already fragile self esteem , Ramon is already unsure about the current state of your relationship … so asking you to marry him ? 

Would that really be okay ? Did he really have the right to do such a thing after all he put you through … ?

You noticed right away that something had been troubling Ramon during the past few days , something other than the fear of getting found by Eden’s allies , so you take every opportunity to try and help him out …

< Ram , honey … you know you can tell me anything , right ? > 

< Yeah … I know … > 

< If something is worrying you , I’d be more than happy to list - >

< y/n I’m fine , really , I just … have a lot on my mind . > 

< I get it … still , please don’t be afraid to talk to me , okay ? 

I love you , and I want to be there for you always . > 

Your kindness and care for him always manage to bring him some peace : 

maybe he was wrong to feel like he didn’t deserve you … maybe … maybe you were going to accept his wish to deepen your relationship … 

He thinks about it a lot after you have those types of conversations . 

Finally one day he decides that he can’t look away from what he truly wants anymore , and while you two might not be able to do anything outside your house to avoid attracting any unwanted attentions Ramon is definitely going to try and make the place look a bit nicer for when you return …

< *gasp* woah - Ram , what’s all this ? > 

< Oh , I … decided to finally hang those star-shaped ceiling lights we had in the drawer , the ones that you bought a few months ago .

Do you … like them … ? > 

< Are you kidding ? They look so pretty ! Thank you so much ! > 

Your bright smile Ramon feel a lot more at ease , and he lets out a light chuckle in front of your sheer excitement . 

< I gotta ask though , is this for some special occasion ? 

I mean , it was really sweet of you to surprise me , but … > 

< Yeah , actually … I’ve been thinking a lot about this , and I think that there is something you should know . > 

You follow your boyfriend in the living room , a bit curious about what could be warranting such a special treatment , and the two of you end up sitting next to each other on the couch . 

After a few minutes , Ramon takes a deep breath , his eyes never leaving yours as he holds your hands in his .

< y/n … I know this is probably not the right time or the right place : so much shit has been going on lately , and I understand if it’s weird of me to bring this up now , but … > 

You can hear his voice trembling slightly , almost like the anxiety of telling you what he wants to say is suffocating him , and you give his hands a gentle squeeze to encourage him . 

Ramon gives you a thankful little smile before carrying on .

< Okay … okay , let���s just get to the point :

you’re the best partner I could’ve ever asked for , you even decided to help me out now that I’m a criminal , risking everything to be by my side … 

That’s something that I’ll never be able to properly thank you for , and while I have no clue what the future has in store for us I just know that I want you to be a part of it . > 

You can’t help but blush during his speech , overwhelmed by the sheer love of his words , and the moment Ramon reveals a little hand made ring in his pocket you finally realize what he’s trying to say …

And you couldn’t be happier .

< So , y/n … will you marry me ? > 

< Oh Ramon , yes , yes ! > 

You reach out for him to hold him in your arms , and after a moment of surprise you can hear him laugh , all his tension fading away as of it was never there …

< y/n … > 

He caresses your cheek , and before you know it you can feel his warm lips on yours , giving you a demonstration of how much you mean to him … 

You sigh softly , getting lost in that moment of sweet intimacy , and when you eventually pull away to catch your breath you both stare into each other’s eyes .

< … sorry for not being able to get you an actual ring by the way , I couldn’t really walk around and buy one with all those Eden assholes all over the place , but - > 

< Ram  , it looks absolutely perfect , the fact that you made it for me makes it even more special …

I love you so much ~ > 

< Heh … I love you too , angel ~ > 

[yukidragon]

The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack Trailer Transcript

Please forgive me for taking a while to post the transcript for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack trailer for those who need it.

For those of you who have questions/concerns about the twist at the end of the trailer, please check to see if they're addressed in this post. Thank you.

Transcript

[Warning Screen]

WARNING

This video contains violent and sexual content.

It is intended for mature audiences.

ADULTS 18 AND OLDER ONLY!

Viewer discretion is advised.

This is a fan-made project inspired by Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack and the various iterations of the Phantom of the Opera.

Original characters, concept, and music were created by Snacpop Studios, Gaston Leroux, and Andrew Lloyd Webber respectively.

PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD.

[Trailer]

Jack: Won't you sing for me, sunshine?

Inside the most famous opera house in Paris…

Ian: [worried, yet relieved] O-oh thank goodness you're alright. When I came in and saw you lying on the floor like that… I just… I-I didn't know. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you.

Shaun: [excited and giddy] Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Can you believe it? They say a ghost is haunting the opera house! [excited squeal] How cool is that? Come on, let's go find him!

Nick: Oh, really? You get a little praise for your performance and now you think your vocals are a match for mine? Heh. Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?

Jack: You can always rely on me to support you whenever you need me. I’ll always be here to take good care of you, don’t worry.

A secret has been buried...

Shaun: [playful fake regal accent] So, what's the verdict, princess? Does this fine repast meet my highness’ royal standards?

[Moonpie meows her approval through a mouthful of food.]

Shaun: [chuckles affectionately, tone softening] Glad to hear it little baby.

Shaun: [Regal accent] So how about you? Does my humble fare satisfy the glorious new rising star of the opera house?

Nick: So how's progress with your part?

Nick: I know you want to study your greatest rival closely, but if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to start to feel embarrassed. What's on your mind?

Ian: You’ve been so busy performing all day today. I figured you haven’t had anything to eat yet, so I brought something for you.

Ian: Tada~! There's nothing like some hot fresh pizza after a long day of work. Just like the old days, remember?

Jack: You did great out there today. I'm so proud of you. You worked so hard... but remember that resting up and eating well is just as important.

And refuses to be forgotten

Jack: There's nothing to be scared of, sunshine. You can trust me. I only want to help you. Let me show you just how special and amazing you truly are.

YOU decide their fates

What do you see in the mirror?

Hairstyle [number changes]

Eye [number changes]

Mouth [number changes]

No Mark [changes to] Mark [number changes]

Finished!

Sing!

Press SpaceBar to sing!

[Successful chime.]

You did great, Sunshine!

Sing!

Press SpaceBar to sing!

[Error sounds.]

How are you even here?

Try Again

Will love be enough to create a happy ending?

Your Childhood Sweetheart

Ian: [happy sigh] This feels like a dream come true!

Ian Duff

Voiced by Ben Sinning

Ian: [emotional] You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you tell me that you... I... I can barely believe that you really feel the same way about me that I do for you.

The Stage Director

Shaun: Hey, hey... I know things are a going crazy right now and getting pretty scary, but I'm not going anywhere.

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Voiced by LewdZaxk

Shaun: I'll always be by your side, forever... I promise.

The Star Of The Show

Nick: My, my... look who's taking taking the lead for a change~ [chuckle]

Nicolas "Nick" Herraras

Voiced by MidnightBlu

Nick: [seductive] So tell me, mi pájaro cantor... what do you have planned for us tonight?

The Forgotten Phantom

Jack: My mask? You want to see what's under...

Jack: [nervous] I-I'm sorry, sunshine... I don't think I'm ready for that yet...

Sunny Day Jack

Voiced by NaughtyMaus

Jack: [suggestive] But I could take off everything else if you want me to~

OR WILL OBSESSION LEAD TO TRAGEDY?

Nick: [hopeless] The opera house is gone… The music is gone… Everything is just… gone. We're the only ones left. What's there to look forward to now?

Ian: [low and breathy] Don't worry... no one will ever find you here, not even him.

Ian: It's just going to be you and me... [unhinged chuckle] [pleasured sigh] forever. Just like it was always meant to be. [disturbing giggle]

Shaun: [choking on tears] It... it's fine. It's really fine. Things might look bad right now, but... but it'll get better as long as we stick together. ...It's going to be fine.

Jack?: [menacing] You promised to sing my music for me, remember? You promised to never leave me or forget me... You promised to always love me just as much as I love you... and those promises can never be broken.

Will you give in to the phantom's temptations?

Jack: If I am the phantom, it's because I was buried and forgotten.

Jack: If I am to be saved… it's because your love redeems me.

Or is it better to leave him forgotten?

Jack: [shouting, unhinged] This is the point of no return!

Jack: [ragged breathing, swallows hard] [whispered, desperate] Please... P-please. Don't leave me like this...

The Phantom of

Sunny Day

Jack

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack Fangame Project

Coming Soon I

[April Fool's Skit]

Leaf: Hmm… What day is it today again?

Yuki: Today is [redacted], I think.

Yuki: Although… I feel like we're missing something too.

EC: IT'S APRIL FOOLS, BITCHES!!!11!1!111

Kristella: You didn't actually think this was real did you?

Potato: Gosh, how embarrassing~

Lonsii: Looks like all that hard work paid off.

Prima: Even if it's just a prank, you all enjoyed it, right?~

Sauce: Zoo-wee-mama.

Everyone: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!!!111!!1!!11

[Click, the tape is stopped.]

Barry: No, no, no. [tisk] Cut the music.

Barry: This is all wrong.

Barry: Scrap it all and start over from the beginning. And make sure it's actually good this time!

Barry: [exasperated sigh] [mutters] Amateurs.

[Click of tape playing.]

[Credits]

BASED ON THE CONCEPT CREATED BY

SgtSemiSauce (@VoltagiumXO)

PRODUCED & DIRECTED BY

EC (@ThisisEClmao)

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

Potato (@enthusted_ubi)

FEATURING THE VOICES OF

Maus (@NaughtyMaus)

as

Sunny Day Jack

LewdZaxk (@LewdZaxk)

as

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Ben Sinning

as

Ian Duff

LewdZaxk (@LewdZaxk)

as

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Midnight Blu (@MidnightBlu11)

as

Nicolas "Nick" Herraras

Reece Bridger (@Reece_Bridger)

as

Barry

WRITTEN BY

Yuki Dragon (@theyukidragon)

VOICE DIRECTOR

Yuki Dragon

EC

SOUND EDITOR

Yuki Dragon

EC

STORYBOARDED BY

EC

Potato

COSTUME DESIGN BY

Lonsii (@Alonsy_Nah)

EC

ILLUSTRATOR

CG's lineworks by

EC and Potato

CG'S coloring by

POTATO

Potato

SgtSemiSauce

Leaf (@luckycloverNB)

EC

ASSETS & LAYOUT DESIGNER

EC

VIDEO EDITOR

Ting (@ting4114)

EC

VISUAL CONSULTANT

Prima (@primarvelous)

Leaf

Prima (@primarvelous)

Kristella-lav (@kristella_lav)

SgtSemiSauce

Leaf

BASED ON

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack

AND

The Phantom of the Opera

SPECIAL THANKS TO

The Snaccpop Studios Team (@SnaccPop)

AND ESPECIALLY

All the fans of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack who encouraged this project. The game might have been a prank, but we made this video with love for all of you. We hope you enjoyed it.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 7

Chapter 6

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Kate: Haa...

It's been a day since the incident at the back of the tavern...

(I tried asking the other members of the Crown for Alfons's weaknesses, but...)

(All I got were responses like "I can't think of anything.")

No dislikes in terms of food.

He'll eat anything, no matter how bad it tastes or looks, even if it seems like it'll make him sick.

"His stomach is a bottomless pit," Lord Elbert told me.

(I figured that if he didn't have any dislikes, maybe someone he cares about who he wouldn't want to disappoint would be his weakness.)

(I thought that might be Lord Elbert...)

But William said that damaging Lord Elbert's trust wouldn't hurt Alfons.

According to him:

William: For Alfons, trust from others is nothing but a troublesome burden.

William: In the first place, it would be difficult to damage Elbert's trust in Alfons.

(I wonder what about that character-wrecked guy that has such a hold on Lord Elbert's heart.)

(They're not quite like master and servant. More like childhood friends...)

The nature of their relationship is still unclear, and the mystery only deepens.

(I asked other people too, but I couldn't get a clear answer...)

Harrison: A special person for Al?

Harrison: I don't know. Maybe he doesn't have a specific partner?

Liam: I only know about his playmates... Sorry I can't be of more help.

(I haven't been able to ask Jude and Ellis, who are always out of the castle, yet.)

Kate: I guess I have to investigate him directly...

As I mutter to myself, Roger, who has just entered the dining hall, smiles wryly.

Roger: You're a stubborn one, lil lady.

Kate: Roger... I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I must have been a real sight to behold.

Roger: Oh, don't worry about it.

Roger: It was pretty funny watching you run away after being drugged and getting into a compromising situation. But then you came back with renewed determination.

Kate: Well...

(I'd rather not be reminded of that...)

My face flushed, and Roger lifted the corners of his mouth in a teasing way.

Roger: I don't mind a woman with a fighting spirit.

(... He can say things like that so casually.)

Kate: You're quite the player yourself, aren't you, Roger?

Roger: Haha, not as reckless as Al. I choose my partners.

(He doesn't deny it... In fact,--)

His words implied that "Alfons doesn't choose his partners."

(Last night, the man in the suspicious room said, "You've been through some tough times, too, haven't you?")

That overlapped with something Alfons had told me before.

--bedroom flashback--

Alfons: Life is a tragedy. You need an escape, don't you?

Alfons: All you have to do is paint over everything that's scary and sad with fun things and forget about it.

--end of flashback--

(The back of the tavern... is it an escape to paint over fear and anxiety?)

--In that case, the people who gather there must be people who are facing something difficult.

That's the condition for becoming Alfons' "playmate".

(Maybe the reason Alfons became my "imaginary lover" was...)

Roger: So, lil lady, what would you do if I told you that guy's weakness doesn't really exist?

Kate: Eh?

Roger: He doesn't have anything important, and he won't get hurt no matter how much you insult, despise, anger, or hate him.

Roger: If he doesn't care about you and doesn't have the will to live in reality, what would you do?

(Doesn't have the will to live in reality...)

What came to mind was a hollow smile that looked like he was laughing but wasn't.

(If that's what Alfons is thinking...)

--CHOICES--

It might be pitiful

It's sad

It's lonely

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Kate: That's... kind of lonely.

Roger: Heh, lonely, is it?

Roger: --"I'm in trouble because I can't control him without a weakness," isn't that what you said?

Kate: Eh!? Ah, well, that's true, but...

(…Why did I think that?)

(Maybe, perhaps…)

It might be because I remembered his cold smile.

That expression, like he was nowhere even though he was right in front of me.

(If Alfons had been laughing genuinely)

(I probably wouldn't have been so concerned about him.)

Roger: ... By the way, I heard he's going to East End tonight.

Kate: Eh? Is it a mission?

Roger: No. From what I saw, it seems like his irregular hobby.

With that, Roger grins, as if he can see through my next move.

Roger: If you follow him, you might learn a little more about him.

-

(... But Roger said he would come with me!)

Roger: Well, I'll just kill some time around here.

Kate: Eh?

Roger: Don't worry, I'll hear you if anything happens.

As soon as we arrived in town, Roger disappeared into a nearby tavern, and I was left to follow Alfons alone.

(I didn't really go around this area much even when I was a letter carrier...)

I walked cautiously through a place that couldn't be called safe, trying not to lose sight of his raven hair that blended into the darkness.

(Is this...?)

The place Alfons had entered was an abandoned warehouse filled with nothing but scrap metal.

As soon as he arrived, people started to gather around him, and in no time, a crowd had formed.

(What on earth...?)

My heart pounded with indescribable anxiety as I watched the strange scene from the shadows.

Alfons: Now, now, don't be so impatient... One at a time, in order.

Alfons touched their necks in a practiced manner and whispered something.

(Is he using his ability?)

(Is he showing them something with it?)

The people in the crowd started to make ecstatic expressions as they were whispered to, and they started to walk around unsteadily, or laugh and cry on the spot... They looked like they were under the influence of illegal drugs or some kind of illusion.

(Why is Alfons doing this...?)

He looked like a merciful Virgin Mary, listening to each person's story and then giving them an illusion with his palm outstretched.

Alfons: ...

I couldn't look away, I just held my breath.

After sending everyone into an illusion, his gray eyes met mine.

Alfons: ... Instead of trembling like a stranger over there, why don't you come over here? It's lonely.

Kate: ...!

Kate: Oh no... I've been found.

Alfons: Since you've found me, there's nothing to be done.

Emerging from behind the wall where he was hiding, he elegantly crossed his legs on a roadside crate and tapped it twice.

Kate: ...

With a determined step, she approaches him.

She sits down on the crate and...

Alfons: You've come all this way to find my weakness, haven't you?

Alfons: You must be madly in love with me by now.

Kate: No, it's not like that!

Alfons: Hehe, you don't have to be so embarrassed.

Alfons teases me, and I blush and deny it.

I feel relieved by the exchange that has somehow become part of our daily routine... and confused at the same time.

When I look ahead, I see people wandering around with ecstatic expressions on their faces.

I don't feel scared at all to be next to the mastermind behind this spectacle.

Kate: What is this... exactly?

Alfons: As you can see, I'm showing you. Convenient illusions.

Alfons: For those who have lost loved ones, a brief reunion with their phantoms.

Alfons: For those who are struggling, a temporary utopia.

Kate: ... Is it okay to use your powers on ordinary people without a second thought?

The existence of the "Cursed Ones" and their abilities are supposed to be top secret.

Alfons: Aha! You're so serious.

But he laughed it off with a mischievous smile.

Alfons: I've been doing this since before I joined the Crown.

Alfons: It's not like I can be told to stop now, just because it's classified.

Alfons: Everyone knows it's an illusion, and they come here seeking an escape.

Kate: Did these people know that Alfons was coming?

Kate: Was there some kind of... agreement?

Alfons: No way! I don't make promises, it's too much trouble.

Alfons: I am an illusion that you may never meet again.

(An illusion that I may never meet again...)

Alfons: Even so, "I may meet you again."

Alfons: "There may be a moment of salvation."

Alfons: Such expectations are necessary to crawl through a reality that continues to be bleak.

His theatrical voice flutters down from above my head along with the light that spills through the gaps in the warehouse ceiling.

Under that light, he wore a clown's mask of a smile.

Alfons: ... Isn't it shallow, pitiful, and lovable?

That's one way to look at it.

( ... But it's not like that)

His tone and gaze were completely different from that of someone looking down on someone else with a sense of superiority.

(What I feel from Alfons is...)

A deep, thirsty resignation that he understands how futile this act is, and a feeling that is neither pity nor compassion for the people who cling to it.

When I look at his profile––my chest tightens.

(Why...?)

Alfons: ............

I silently watched Alfons, who was still smiling, when---.

???: ... It's been a while.

Alfons: Oh, well, what a rare guest.

A man in shabby clothes approaches.

Man with sharp eyes: I heard rumors, but... are you really doing this?

Alfons: Yes, sometimes.

He has a beard, but judging by his walk and voice, he is probably the same age as Alfons.

The way he speaks casually is one-sided, but it's as if he's a friend.

(Who is this guy...? )

The smell of alcohol wafts over me as he gets closer.

Man with sharp eyes: What's your name these days? Lord Alfons, the aristocrat? ... What a joke!

The man who approached him suddenly raises his voice.

Kate: ––!?

He raises his hand and grabs Alfons by the collar and pins him against the wall.

Alfons: Oh, oh... what a passionate greeting. Are you that type?

Alfons tilts his head slowly and raises his hands in surrender.

Man with sharp eyes: You got in good with a pedo doctor, got out of the slum, and now you're acting like a noble with a maid?

Man with sharp eyes: You're making fun of me...!

(Got out of the slum...? )

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Chapter 8

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[ilikecutecat]

what they like about you <3

Note: trying thing out

• Your expression

It's nothing special to anyone else but for him? Seeing you lovely smile cute giggles and funny laugh in your daily life with him is on thing I love most about you. Seeing you happy is all he could ask for. Although please don't show it to anyone else! He want to be the only one who witness it <3 (+1 if you laugh at his jokes/ with him)

-koga, Aoi, Ginnojo, Yura, KURO, Oji, NACHI, YAKUMO, tastumer,Tatsuomi. ( Or anyone you think that could fit this)

•How you understand him

He doesn't have to ask much. Just you talking with him. He doesn't need to act proper or professional. He can just be him with you, rant all his heart to the person he love and cherish.(hopefully you don't mind). Even if you 2 don't talk, he still like it if you can still understand him and somthing leave him alone. Let you in his comfort zone and only You <3.

-Koga, Kuya, Ginnojo, TOCHIRO, Shizuki, Oji, Gaku, Akiyasu, Kagemare(?) Kyonosuke.( Or anyone you think that could fit this)

• You being near him

Quality time is his ( somewhat ) love language. So be with him will you? Doesn't matter if you are fighting beside him against wraith or just being friend. He want to be near you at all time. Oh dear? You need help? Don't worry he is here! Lay you trust on him please?

-KUYA, aoi, Ginnojo, Yura, Tochiro, KURO, gaku, NACHI, YAKUMO, Akiyasu, Tatsuomi. ( Or anyone you think that could fit this)

•Your action.

Well let's me say this. Whatever you do, he love them all. If you are the shy type. He would do anything to make you feel safe. Or if you the bold type, well he love some trouble and fun. Heh thing gonna get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. Nonetheless keep being entertaining to him alright? And he will do the same to you. ( Will treat this as a game)

-Koga, yura, TOCHIRO, shizuki, yakumo, KAGEMARU, ( Or anyone you think that could fit this)

•YOU

Pretty self-explanatory. Just you in general, what ever you do, say, etc… Doesn't matter what you are and who you are. Yeah

-all, but heavy on YAKUMO

[ryuichirou]

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Replies! About ships, about past drawings, about Vil, Neige and Rook, and about Jamil (AzuJami, KaliJami), about some random hcs. And one about AzuIde Marriage AU!

I also wanted to note that we have some asks related to the way I draw things, and I feel like it requires a tutorial, so it’ll probably take some time until I reply… sorry.

Anonymous asked:

🫙 + 👻 + 🏹

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

sdfihsduh THE SECRET CODE… 😭 so confusing yet so meaningful!! Long live Rook’s special jar

Anonymous asked:

I have seen you draw Greenviolet before but have you tried Redwer?? (Redmond x Bluewer)

We like these two, but not as much as we love Greenviolet; so even though I have nothing against the idea of drawing them together, I haven’t done it, and I don’t know when I’m going to.

I’ve mentioned it just the other day: we’re not in Kuroshitsuji mood right now, and while it could change very suddenly and I might feel the urge to draw our faves from there out of nowhere, the chances of us drawing Redwer are kind of low…

But when we revisit the manga (idk when), I’ll most likely sketch them together at least once – it’s a shame that I haven’t drawn them as a pair even once.

Anonymous asked:

Day 1 of asking you to draw Edgar Redmond x Lawrence Bluewer

I’m going to stop you right there, Anon, I’m sorry, although I understand your feelings. Please don’t ask: I don’t take free requests, and the more you ask, the less likely I am to draw them.

Anonymous asked:

Lol, Silver looks so done with Lilia in your Touhou art

Heheh he’s just a little sleepy 😌 As always.

Anonymous asked:

The bit about the sextant reminds me of ed, edd, n eddy’s big picture show

(referring to the cursing hcs post)

Yes! It’s kind of a sneaky reference, Anon, I’m glad you got it! lol

The fact that it’s a quote from a kids’ show… EEnE is special.

Anonymous asked:

Wait, if it follows the story and it was the boar's heart and not Neige's, that's kinda heartbreaking if you don't pay attention to how messed up it is.

I can imagine Vil being both outraged and saddened if/when he finds out it's not Neige's. (if it follows the original storyline)

(related to this Vil drawing)

Yeah, he might even snap and decide to get rid of Neige himself! Nothing could be trusted to his trusted hunter, it seems >:C

But if we’re going with rkvl angle, it is also easy to picture Rook protecting not only Neige but Vil’s soul that way: of course Vil isn’t the one doing the killing, but it’s his decision; and wouldn’t Vil start to regret this decision after going past the point of no return?

The answer is no, Snow White needs to die, that bitch >:c

Sigh… sometimes betrayal is beautiful~

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

So I heavily love the headcanon/idea of Neige being all sweet and innocent but then when he's alone he's more "mature" than what the public assume, and VERY vulgar about his admiration/maybe crush on Vil. The dwarfs are the only one who know his actual personality and accepts him. What are your thoughts if Vil saw Neige's side when they're alone?

I think Vil would be shocked because Neige must be an amazing actor to pull something like that off – Vil is a good judge of character, and if he didn’t clock him being a fake person, he is genuinely impressive. But Vil would also feel kind of pleased at first, because of course no one is that much of a saint and a good person, and it feels good that the bitch you hate is actually vulgar and unlikeable (subjective and caused by Vil’s own bias lol). But even then, after that first “heh” emotion ends, Vil will likely feel disappointed… I guess he really wanted Neige to really be that good and that innocent deep inside.

But then he’ll learn that Neige is super horny and outspoken about what he would do to Vil’s body, and start avoiding him like a plague lol It will create weird tension between them, that’s for sure. It’s not like Vil can reveal Neige’s secret to anyone either, because he would also get attention like that…

Anonymous asked:

I notice you said that Idia wasn’t really in love with Azul. If so, why did he marry him?

Anon! I’m sorry but I’ll use your ask to note that there is another asks related to this AU, but I can’t post the reply just yet because it requires some context (a comic that we haven’t posted yet). I thank both you and that Anon for your patience and your interest in this AU <3

To answer your question! In terms of benefits, it’s true that Azul has more to gain from their marriage than Idia (Idia is aware of that), but Azul actually makes Idia’s life easier in a lot of ways! He keeps Idia’s human interactions to a minimum and does all the talking for him, he is his representative in every affair that would require Idia to actually go out and communicate with others. Azul organises anything that needs to be organised, he basically does all the thinking for Idia. This is pretty much how Azul pitched this whole thing to Idia: imagine if you didn’t have to think about anything other than doing your thing? Imagine if no one bothered you? Of course, Idia still has stuff to do as the future director of S.T.Y.X., but being with Azul is… comfortable. It’s like Azul always makes sure that Idia’s environment is perfectly conditioned for him.

But in a lot of ways, I think both of them have some feelings for each other. For whatever its worth, Azul gives Idia some comfort. Aside from Ortho, he is probably the closest person to Idia, at least in terms of understanding how each other’s brains work. He knows Azul, he knows his flaws and knows where it is and isn’t safe to trust him. Idia wouldn’t open up completely (Azul wouldn’t either), but hey, if he has to pick someone to spend the rest of his life with while slowly getting tired of each other and starting to feel resentful (funny how Idia views marriage considering his parents seem to love each other), he would rather allow Azul to sign up for that role than someone else. He wouldn’t get any better option than Azul anyway.

Underneath all that rational reasoning could hide the fact that Idia genuinely likes Azul, but doesn’t want to fall in love with him.

Anonymous asked:

Jamil being into powerplay porn feels so right! I sometimes wonder if he would enjoy acting like a brat, if he ever found someone he actually likes and feels comfortable with. I can't really see current Jamil doing it, since he seems like the kind of guy who thinks love and trust are for kids. Even if he suddenly went insane and admitted this, his most likely partners would be awful as "tamers".

Azul wouldn't need to have the details explained to him, but he might take the punishment too far a bit too quickly at the first act of disobedience. Also he is physically unable to turn off the smugness (at least with Jamil), even when he's supposed to act stern. At that point it becomes more like humiliation than "disciplining". Jamil can work with that too, it's just not quite what he's looking for.

Meanwhile Kalim wouldn't even understand (You want to be scolded???). It wouldn't even be entirely Kalim's fault, I think Jamil is worse at explaining things to him, and gets embarassed a lot faster than normal. To his credit, Kalim would figure it out on his own eventually (Oh, so it's like acting in a play!), but he still wouldn't be able to put it in practice. Time to ask the Film Research Club for acting tips!

Anyway essay over, but do you guys have these kind of headcanons where you're like "I could see this character being into this, but only in specific circumstances"?

Oh Jamil would make such a wonderful brat, if only he was comfortable enough doing that and had people around him who could handle him lol Both Azul and Kalim are simply horrible!

I agree that Azul would unintentionally turn disciplining into humiliation, and he would always go too far. He prides himself on his self-control, and he is very good at it usually, but it’s Jamil we’re talking about. Azul is just a man… Ironically, I can picture these two having a fling during which they kind of start arguing/aggressively bickering/flirting/fighting, which always leads to them having sex somehow. It’s very raw and unusual for both of them, and Jamil wouldn’t be comfortable admitting that he likes putting up a fight and being unapologetically rude just to get overpowered by Azul. It’s steamy, and it tickles the bratty bone, but like you said, this isn’t exactly that, and Azul’s face is way too punchable for it to be the perfect deal for Jamil.

Film Research club would be SUCH A GOOD HELP for Kalim! It also made me remember how Rook helped him to work on his wolf roar for Halloween, and Kalim ended up being quite good at it. It’s not impossible for him to learn! But it is difficult because scolding Jamil and punishing him feels so weird to poor Kalim :(

As for headcanons, it’s a bit difficult to tell, because there are a lot of characters, and there are a lot of kinks that they may or may not be kind of into but just a little bit. But answering in yes/no manner, yeah that happens a lot! I think you can see it while reading our hc posts about specific kinks. I think I do the “he wouldn’t be into it BUT” thing a lot lol

Anonymous asked:

Real question: Who would do the dick in a box present prank? Who would do it completely nude? And who would open it?

My first instinct is to say Ace, but unfortunately I think even he would think that it’s kind of immature lol Floyd wouldn’t though! Well sometimes he would, but I could still picture him thinking that this is a hilarious idea and do it completely nude because he misunderstood the assignment a little bit.

Riddle would still open it… I don’t know what he expected.

Lilia could also do it, but neither Silver nor Malleus would want to open it because they know exactly what they’re going to see. Maybe Silver will do it not to upset Lilia…

Idia would also open it, but because he would feel like he’s being held at gunpoint lol Open the box, Idia 🔫

[silent-raven13]

And nothing can go wrong!

Miles looking annoyed at his boyfriend, "You really think this is funny?"

"No, well... it's nothing bad." Hobie jokes.

"Seriously?"

Gwen and Pavitr look at the two back and forth seeing the tension rising on their friends. Hobie sighs, "Calm down, Miles. It's nothing serious."

"Don't tell me to calm down! You think it was better for you to lead the mission than me! I worked so hard to prove myself and you snatched under my nose." Miles fuming with anger. The gang came back from one of the most difficult missions they had in a while.

Miles had spend years working and proving himself into taking one shot of leading a mission. He finally had the okay from Miguel, only when his boyfriend decided to take over. Turns out, Miguel had asked Hobie first before the punker dismissed it, so the old Spider-man decided to ask Miles to lead it. Only when Hobie found out how dangerous the mission was, he decided to go behind Miles' back and talked to Miguel about having him in charged instead of Miles.

In the end, Miguel told Miles that he gave the lead to Hobie with Jess' and Peter's approval. It got Miles filled with so much anger, until Hobie calms him down. Only after the mission, Ben slip up and told Miles through the intercom about Hobie talked to Miguel about it. Let's say the aftermath wasn't pretty, and the mission became successful.

Now the Spider-gang were at Hobie's boathouse. Miles removing his Spider-man mask to show his face, and Hobie having his mask off having to lean against the mast of his ship. "Not that serious? Not that serious! I worked so hard to finally have the lead, only for you to be asked first and, by the way, you not telling me in the first place and now when I had it, YOU went behind my back." Miles felt hurt almost crying. He's twenty one years old at this point, he worked so hard to finally be in charge for once.

So many days, he spend trying to prove himself, to overcome his anxiety, his fear of leadership. Now, that he had the chance of proving himself, he can be a leader- his boyfriend took it. "How can I trust you?" Miles finally asked.

Hobie crossed his arms with a small nod, "Sunflower, how about we go to bed?" He asked.

Gwen and Pavitr sharply inhale not dare to speak. Miles stood at his boyfriend, "Are you fucking kidding me? You think all of this is a joke?"

"No, not anymore, luv. Look, how about," The punker is trying hard to avoid this, he clasps his hands together and rub them, "we have a nice cup of tea? Look, I got the kettle on low, I'll pour you a nice Earl gray. Anyone wants any?" He asked his friends, who nodded being awkward.

Miles glares at his friends who avoided eye contact, then he glares at his boyfriend who already walking inside his boathouse to get tea ready. "HOBIE! I'm not done with you." Miles follow his boyfriend, "I'm talking to you!"

Gwen and Pavitr follows the two in a hurry. Hobie being busy pouring three cups of warm tea. Hobie said, "Hush, luv. it's tea time. You need to calm down."

Miles stood at his partner being dumbfounded. "Hobie, I'm not calm because you lied to me." He saw his boyfriend quickly slamming cabinets and humming out loud, "I'm talking to you, you jerk! Why are you ignoring me?"

"Sorry, luv. I just... look how about we take a moment to sip some of my special Hobart Brown's tea! Best in London!" Hobie got their teas ready and passed them all to his friends and partner.

Miles held the cup of tea seeing how Hobie gave him a small smile. Gwen took a sip, while Pavitr mutters, "Pretty good tea, my dude. Heh."

"Yeah, good tea..." Gwen agreed in a quiet voice.

Somehow that made Miles more pissed off when his boyfriend said, "You know, I put my own spin on it. A little bit of this and that..." Hobie casually said avoiding his conversation with his partner. "Sunflower, what do you think? You always luv my tea.... Sunflower?"

Miles quickly walk out of the room to the outside boat. His boyfriend and friends follow him. When the twenty one year old finally turned to face his partner, his eyes teary filled with anger and hurt. Then, he dumps the tea off the boat into the river, which got Pavitr and Gwen to gasp out loud, "Miles, nooo."

"That's what I think of your tea." Miles finally said with his arms crossed still holding the cup. He sniffs while wiping off his tears trying to maintain calm.

Hobie gulps a bit then finally said in a serious tone, "Okay, you wanna talk. Let's talk."

His Sunflower waited for him to continued. "I... I didn't think you were ready." Hobie finally said.

"What?" Miles asked in disbelief.

Gwen and Pavitr hugging each other being in shocked. "What!" They both get a big mouthed and squeak voiced with their surprised expression on their faces.

Hobie looks up at the sky then sighs, "I didn't think you were ready. Happy now?" He shrugs.

"What do you mean by that? I was so ready for-" Hobie shook his head, "You weren't tho."

"Yes, I was. I made plans, I study the mission, our goal- I even wrote down cards and look through the weaknesses of our enemies and-" Hobie speaking over him, "You weren't ready, Sunflower! You miss many important points. You were too busy tryin' to look good instead of the actually mission!"

"I wasn't doing it to look good. I had written everything down."

"You didn't think of the group. The gang, you didn't think of you. That's where everything went wrong. The moment you told me about the missions' plan, your plan, you left out you!" Hobie finally jab his finger into his boyfriend's chest, his own eyes teary, "You think I would be okay with that? Remember when I asked you about you leading the mission, you said you were ready for anything to the point of sacrificing yourself."

"Yeah, but i didn't mean right away. A good Spider-man should be able to-" Hobie cut him off, "Oh yea? You think that's what a hero should do? Sacrifice himself for a bloody mission? You are willing to sacrifice and leave me alone? Because that's how I see it. Face it, Sunflower. You aren't ready. You're so busy trying to prove yourself to the point of death is revolting! I won't have it." Hobie was about to turn his back away from Miles until he said, "And another thing, I don't regret going behind yer back if it means you being here alive with me, and not doing something stupid. I don't care if your mad at me, you can through my damn tea into the bloody river- at the end of the day you are here with me." He held his boyfriend's hands finally facing him. "You are here with me, Sunflower."

Gwen and Pavitr awed at the romance. Miles' stares at Hobie and frowns, "Is that what you think of me? Do you honestly believe I would be that ridiculous to leave you." Miles felt his voice cracks, "I work so damn hard to prove myself because it was for me! ME! I needed to prove to myself, I needed to be a leader. To finally be the Spider-man I want to be and you ruined that for me, Hobie. How can I trust you? How can I tell you my desires if you're gonna ruin it because you want me here." He slowly let go of Hobie's hand.

Hobie quickly held Miles's shoulder, "Sunflower, listen to me. You proven yourself many times and-and you need to understand my point of view. I-" Miles said, "You told me, I wasn't ready! You lied to me! You straight out lied to my face saying I would be able to succeed in the mission and you didn't give me a chance. A chance that I can finally show myself, be myself a leader! It's like you're treating me like everyone did when they saw me as the anomaly. Now, what? Miguel won't ever give me a mission? Won't let me planned for one because you'll go behind my back!" He shook his head, "I need- We need some time apart. I can't be with you right now." he finally let his tears out, all of it coming down his face. He's hurt that the person he trusted the most did this to him.

Will he ever trust Hobie, again? Is this something worth fixing? "No, you need to be here with me and talk about it. Luv, just liste-" Miles shouted at him, "How can I listen to you when just a few fucking moments ago you were ignoring me and making stupid tea!" He's already mad.

"Guys, calm down. How about we just sit down and take a moment?" Gwen finally spoke trying to defuse the two.

Pavitr nodded, "Yeah, we just need to calm down. Look, this is a lot. We're all in shock. Miles, you know Hobie only watches out for you back."

"And Hobie, you know Miles is one of the best Spider-man out there. He would've kicked ass in that mission." Gwen softly spoke, "The way I see it, is..." She looks at Miles seeing him in tears, "Hobie is afraid of losing you, Miles. I mean, that mission wasn't no walk in the park. It was rough."

"Yeah, I got the scars to prove it." Pavitr said, as he went to Hobie, "But in all serious, Hobie, you know, Miles always comes out on top!"

Miles frowns, "But he lied to me."

Hobie said, "Sunflower, you don't see the way I see you, and if I were to tell you the truth, you would've broke up with me."

"So, you still think I wasn't ready?" Miles asked.

"I just..." Hobie sighs, "Fine, break up with me. At least, I know in my right mind, I did the right thing for us. You never care about how this would affect me?"

"All I'm hearing is you! You, you. YOU!" Miles snaps at him, "You still don't see where you went wrong?"

"Miles, how are you going to that fucking mission without talking to me! You agreed to it and went ahead planning without talking to me about the dangers!"

"Do I need to tell you everything? I have to tell you what mission I'm going on?"

"Yes, because we are in this together. You aren't my friend, you are my boyfriend! You are my everything!" Hobie shouted at him, "Can't you see how fucked it would be if you left me because of a fucking mission that isn't worth it. Your giving up on us if your gonna go fucking suicide on me!"

"I'm not! I was just..." Miles stood, "It doesn't matter. You lie to me. You never told me, Miguel went to you! You... you broke my trust, Hobie. Why can't you understand?" He wipes his own tears feeling worst, "and you think of me as someone that needs saving... for what? I'm Spider-man, I committed to this life. Why you're sheltering me?"

"Because I'm afraid of losing you." Hobie got close to face Miles' face, "You have no idea how much you risk your own life to save everyone and I'll be damned to let it happen under my watch." He presses his forehead against his Sunflower before pulling away, "I love you, Sunflower and I'm willing to do everything to keep you safe."

"Even betraying me?" Miles finally asked his boyfriend.

Hobie said, "I can't be with you if you think it's okay to risk your life like that." He finally said.

Miles blinks a couple of times then sighs, "So this is it, huh? We're breaking up..." He gives a scoff, "Of course, because it's always Hobie Brown aka Spider-punk's way and never Miles Morales' way. I have to be sheltered like a damn fucking kid." He felt anger coming out of him.

"I love you too fucking much for you to be pulling reckless shit like that! So yeah, I went behind your back and took charge of the mission and look what happened," Hobie hit his own chest and present everyone around him, "we got out of there alive."

"Only because you used my plan! The plan took so much time and care for it!"

"I changed it and made it safer!"

"No, you didn't! You use the same shit!"

The two were yelling at each other at this point. Pavitr and Gwen broke them apart. "GUYS! Stop, this isn't helping anyone." Pavitr shouted.

"Yeah, can't we just take a breather? No rash decisions?" Gwen asked her two friends.

"There's nothing to talk about. We're done." Miles inhale sharply feeling his body shaking, "I work too damn hard to be treated as a fucking kid, Hobie. Maybe this will be better for us."

"Go ahead and be fucking reckless. I won't be there to save you." Hobie finally said, "You know, what! I'm glad we're done, because you be fucking stressing me out with this hero shit!"

"Oh yeah, then you have no problem fucking quitting. Go ahead!" Miles sniffs, "I'm going home."

"Fine, leave!" Hobie stood being shaken up with emotions. Everything gone a big mess. Pavitr stayed him while Gwen took Miles' home. It seems like things are ended this way.

-Three years later-

"Whoa, great job team. Another successful mission, Miguel. Gotta put that on my record." The twenty four year old Spider-man came out with a group of Spider-heroes behind him. They were successful in catching an anomaly from a dangerous villain. Miles remove his mask with a big grin on his face, this time he had grow into a fine young man with his hair shaved.

The Spider-heroes jumps happily with their success. "Good job, Morales. I'll let Lyla write up the score." Miguel said with a sip of his coffee. Lyla's avatar pops up showing the score against Ben, Miles is winning.

"Awe, man!" Ben frowns.

Miles said to his team, "Alright, guys good job. It was nice working with ya'll." He hopes he can see them on the next mission down the line. The Spider-heroes happily became excited seeing how Miles became an important mentor to some.

Now, Miles decided to go get himself a smoothie for a successful mission. "Heh, good job, Brooklyn." Miles stopped to hear a familiar voice, then looks up to find his ex-boyfriend.

"Oh hey, Hobie. What's up?" Miles asked with a smile on his face.

Hobie being twenty five years old wearing an all black outfit with long dreads with silver cuffs. He jumps down from a bridge to get near his ex-partner. "Nuthin' much..."

"Oh yeah? So you saw my mission?" Miles began walking to the smoothie shop, he saw his ex following him.

"Yeah, the bloke's Ai show me a video. It's kinda smart how you work with everyone's ability. I'm impressed." He casually said.

"Oh yeah?" Miles chuckles.

"Yeah, so where you going?"

"I'ma get a smoothie then bounce. I got to get home to do an essay for my class." His ex said.

"Oh yeah, still going to that fancy school?"

"Yeah, still going." Miles knows he hasn't talked to Hobie as much as they use to. After their break up, they were silent for a few months then somehow they ended up being friends. They never brought up their break up or acted like their relationship never happened. At first, it hurt Miles, so much time on his relationship only to be ignored. He can only understand it, if his ex's can handle their break up that way,

It still doesn't stop hurting tho...

"Oh yeah, Gettin' A's."

"Duh. I have to." Miles said as they stopped by the smoothie.

"Here, let me pay for it." Hobie uses his Gizmo to pay for their smoothie.

"Oh wow, what got you in a good mood?" Miles took his large berry smoothie to sip.

Hobie got his own Mango smoothie, "You know, wanted to treat ya... seeing how great you're doing as a leader, Sunflower. You done good, luv. Bloody hell, you prove me wrong." He sighs before taking a sip of his smoothie.

Miles nodded, "Thanks, Hobie. It means a lot..." He knows that must've taken so much for his ex to say.

"Yea... better late than ever, am I right?"

"Let's just say you were a bit late."

"Oh yeah? Like a minute?" Hobie smirks at his ex.

"Ummm.... like three years late." Miles teased. The two laughs it off, then they fell into silence. Miles awkwardly sips his smoothie again before saying, "I-I should go... my essay, you know."

"Yea, right. Right. You need to be hittin' those books, Brooklyn." Hobie awkwardly said, "See you next time?"

"You know, where to find me, Hobie." Miles let out a small smile, "Anyway, see yea."

"See yea, Sunflower." Hobie walks the other way. It wasn't as deep of a conversation he hopes, but it was enough for him to get through the day. Hell, maybe for a month. Just seeing his ex's blooming into someone he admires so much, he was wrong to be coddling him. The punker hopes for another chance at their relationship.

The two went on their separate ways. Miles went back home to finish his homework still having thoughts of his ex partner. He could only hope they could patch up the bond they've broken. Yet, he doesn't believe it would happen anytime soon.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

William Rex

Chapter 2

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William: "Ahahaha! You're the unluckiest person I've ever met. To think that in the end you were forced to say yes to teaming up with a person you're most wary of."

Kate: "Um..it's not like that...."

William: "It's fine, you don't need to deny it. It's not like I'm particularly offended or anything."

Right when Victor proposed the idea of teaming up with Master William, the man himself showed up. There was no way I could have said no.

I ended up accepting to work with Master William.

(....As the 'Fairy tale master' I have to win the trust of these people, so that I can go back to my normal life)

(If keep being vigilant and don't go off on tangents, I'll be fine)

Kate: "So...Master William."

William: "William."

Kate: "....William, what are your plans for today?"

(What if he's going to take me to another blood-soaked arena....)

Opium dens, East ends slums....

I asked all the unsafe places I could think of and all he did was...

Laugh funnily.

William: "Sorry to disappoint you, my lady. But we don't kill people every day and night."

-----Options-----

I don't know what to expect.

Sorry.

Thank god.

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(No matter how terrifying last night was....me asking that is still rude)

Kate: "........Sorry, that was rude of me."

William: "No. It's a natural reaction. Besides...."

William: "I quite like that honest look on your face and the fact that you ask so many questions."

William: "To tell you the truth, I don't have any plans for today."

William: "I guess, maybe, going to town for a bit to gather info..."

At that moment, a bright voice flew in close by.

Liam: "Good morning Will! Oh, you too, Kate."

(Oh, that voice is...)

Kate: "Good morning, Li......um?"

Kate: "Mr. Roger....I didn't know you were good at mimicking other people.....?"

Roger: ".....It's not me. Liam, stop pranking everyone with your ability, will you?"

Liam: "Ahaha, sowwy~"

Kate: "HUH!?!?"

With a light giggle, Liam popped out of thin air.

Liam: "Haha, that's a fresh reaction. Did I surprise you that much?"

Kate: "Aha....so 'disappearing' is your special ability?"

Liam: "Yep. I guess the correct way of saying it is to 'become invisible' to the eyes of people at a certain distance. Fufu, is quite convenient, is it not?"

William: "You look happy. Are you having fun experimenting with Roger, again?"

Liam: "As expected of you, Will. You know everything."

Kate: "Experimenting?"

William: "Roger, himself is a cursed 'traitorous hunter', and is researching about the curse."

Liam: "He's an oddball who joined the Crown because he wanted samples other than himself."

Roger: "I do human experiments all the time. Liam here is my cooperative test subject."

(Human experiments.....)

Roger: "That's right. I'm also planning to do some comparative testing with the general public."

Roger: ".....Young lady, do you want to cooperate?"

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Roger: ".....Young lady, do you want to cooperate?"

Kate: "Eh...?"

(I don't know what he will make me do. I'm scared)

I swallowed my fear that welled up.

Kate: "If that's within the scope of my duties as a Fairy tale master then.....""

William: "......."

Roger: "....Heh Hahaha. Didn't think you'd actually take it seriously. My bad, I was joking."

Kate: "Eh....O-Oh....?"

(Well.....thank god, I guess)

Liam: ".....Will? What's wrong?"

William: ".....No, nothing."

.............

We parted ways with Roger who went straight to his lab, and Liam joined William on a walk to our unknown destination.

(Hm...? What is that?)

As we approached the entrance hall, I noticed what was not there last night piled high in a voracious pile in the center of the hall.

A frame wrapped in fine cloth, a coffin with a design of obvious historical value.

Necklaces with gemstones larger than a fist displaced on a torso mannequin....

Other beautiful things are lined up in a narrow space.

Alphonse: "Haa...El did it again."

Liam: "Good morning, Al. Did you just come home?"

Alphonse: "Yes. My friends....wouldn't let me go last night."

As Mr. Alphonse approached our direction, he had a languid atmosphere and I smelled the muddled sweet scents of multiple perfumes.

(It would be wise not to ask....what he had been doing until morning)

Alphonse: "Let's have these taken to El's room."

Alphonse: ".....At the end of the day, it's probably destined to be thrown away again in the room like a piece of junk."

Alphonse: "Anyways, goodnight everybody."

Mr. Alphonse, with a theatrical lament, left for the back of the castle.

Liam: "Master El is cursed with the curse of the Queen of Greed."

Liam: "He is looking for the 'most beautiful thing' in the world....that's why sometimes he can be like this."

Kate: "So all of that was Master Elbert's belongings?"

Liam: "Yep. I heard that the Queen from Snow White is based on this curse. Also, not to forget, Al's curse is of the 'Magic Mirror."

Jude: "Tsk...What the hell is this? I can't walk."

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Jude: "Tsk...What the hell is this? I can't walk."

Mr. Jude appears with a swear word and stomps over the coffin with his foot.

(It's like he's punishing...)

Ellis: "Good morning, William, Kate, and Liam. We're off to work. See you later."

Behind him, Ellis jumped over the coffin, like it was nothing.

Liam: "Have a nice day~ .....Their curses are 'the 13th Wizard' and the Thorn."

Liam: "Do you know about the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale?"

Suddenly, Ellis, who was about to leave the castle, looked back at us as if he had just remembered something.

Ellis: "I see that the newspapers have already reported about last night's incident, Will. They say the Queen of Hearts is out."

William: "It's earlier than expected. Seems that there is an excellent reporter. Thank you, Ellis."

(Queen of Hearts...?)

I nod my head as I watch his back as he leaves the castle.

Liam: "It's from Alice in Wonderland, published decades ago. 'The Queen of Hearts."

Liam: "Off with his head!' is what she always says, right?"

Liam: "That's why the newspapers write funny things like Will's tricks."

Kate: "I see...."

Liam: "Roger says that the Queen of Hearts itself may be based on the curse of the 'Self-righteous King."

Liam: "I don't really know if that's true."

I wrote down every piece of knowledge I received one by one in my notebook so as to not forget.

Kate: "Saying that 'the Queen of Hearts is out' means that William's assassination is famous?"

Liam: "Of course. Will is one of the founders of the Crown."

Liam: "It's is said that the Crown was created as a result of an incident that Will caused, right?"

William: "Yeah. You remember it so well. My cat is listening to me."

(....I see)

So, it was before the Queen gave the order.

William may have 'conquered evil with evil' in some cases.

(...And that there was a reason for her Majesty to think it should be continued)

(The Crown...William, what are they all fighting for?)

William: "Speaking of which, Liam, how was your stage practice today?"

Liam: "The show is this afternoon! But the action scene is pretty hard."

(Stage...show....)

Instinctively, I reacted to those words.

In the end, I ended up not receiving my paycheck for the month, so my dream of getting a ticket with my night shift paycheck was no more.

On the contrary, I won't be able to say anything about the theater for the next month.

(....I wish I could see it)

William: "......."

William: ".....I've decided my plans for today."

Kate: "Eh!?"

William: "Let's go see the play."

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(My job should be to observe William and note his sins, not to enjoy watching the play with him)

William: "Rain rain go away, come again anot her day....♪"

(The person singing in a good mood next to me is the one who should be monitoring me)

(Not a gentleman who will go out of his way to please me...but)

Kate: "Um...Since this is a popular show, we might not get tickets if we unexpectedly go on the day of the show!"

William: "Don't worry. I got it."

Liam had me dressed up with gusto, and I was standing in front of the theater, escorted by William.

William: "Where do you wanna sit?"

When asked, I reflexively think of the area in the front row where I can have a good view of the stage.

(I like watching it there the best. I will be able to see the expressions on the actors' faces when they come out on stage....)

(...But it's too extravagant to order so much)

Kate: "As long as I could see it, I would be happy with any seat."

William: "Hmmm?"

After climbing the stairs and walking to the reception area, William said his name and for some reason, the manager jumps right out.

Manager: "Master William, how may I help you?"

William: "I need two seats for tonight's show."

Manager: "Sure."

(Huh....?)

William: "As one of the supporters of this theater, I have some flexibility."

The manager and William proceeded to talk familiarly, despite my lack of understanding.

Manager: "Is it your usual seat?"

William: "No. Are there any seats in the front row?"

Kate: "Eh....!?"

When I started trembling with joy but also holding back from jumping with excitement, William's eyes softened gently as if he could see through me.

William: "Heh, if you are this happy, you should have told me you wanted to sit in the front from the very beginning."

Manager: "Thank you for your patience. We have your seats ready."

(Ready....? That means I can finally see it)

William: "Thank god. Let's go then."

(It was something that I'd had to work hard for months and also I have to be so lucky to get it so easily....)

(Life is so unfair.....)

(....But, I'm still happy)

..........

Entering the theater, my buoyant mood was immediately blown away.

(It's not a level that stands out)

Even in the front world, William seems to be a celebrity, from the aristocrats in the royal box seats to the commoners on the second floor.

On top of that, all their gazes seem painful, like knifes being thrashed on my back.

(Is it because it's unusual for him to be seating in the front row....or is it because he has a lady with him?)

I was terribly nervous because I had never been exposed to such stares, but more than that....

(Isn't it kind of bothering?)

I glanced to the side and my gaze tangled with William's streaming eyes.

William: "Don't worry, I'm used to it."

Kate: "....Oh, I see."

(I'm slowly getting used to his mind reading)

William: "By the way, I also know what happens when I look back at the person who stares at me."

Kate: ".....What happens?"

William: "50% - will look away, 40% - will smile at me."

Kate: "....And the remaining 10%?"

William: "Raises their middle finger and say 'I hate you.' Mostly men of course."

Kate: "Fufu, what's with that?"

I couldn't help but feel the weight of my shoulders being reduced.

(.....Seriously, what a strange man)

It's obvious, but I, or anyone else besides the Crown, have been involved with him and have liked or disliked him.

Realizing that....I felt for the first time that he was the same person living in the same world.

William: "You are finally smiling."

Kate: ".....Was I not smiling that much?"

William: "Yeah, and even now, you're laughing to your heart's content only half of the time."

Kate: "Eh...."

William: "Oh look, the curtain is about to open....the show is gonna start."

I was tilting my head at the meaning of his words, but the stage, which began immediately, took my attention away.

By the time it was over, I had forgotten all about it.

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Kate: "I thought he was really stabbed with a knife in that scene! How could he act like that?"

On the way home after the play, my excitement of seeing the play so close up was too hard to shake off.

William: "Have you never really been stabbed before?"

Kate: "Eh....that's unexpected. Isn't it obvious?"

William: "Why not? Nowadays, anesthesia and suturing techniques are more advanced and he could have been stabbed by someone he knew for acting."

William: "And he had a habit of dragging his left leg a little."

William: "It's common for nerves to be compressed by an open wound during suture surgery, leaving the lower extremities paralyzed."

Kate: "Oh....really?"

William: '....What do you think?"

(If it's true....that's a hell of a passion)

I can't see myself giving my life at the risk of possibly dying.

(Is that what love does to you?)

Thinking with a straight face, William burst out laughing.

William: "AHAHAHA! What's with that face?"

Kate: "Eh.....?"

William: "It's just my speculation, Kate."

William: "You trust my words too much, even though you think you should be wary of me."

I suddenly got embarrassed when I realized that I took his words too seriously.

Kate: "Seriously...please don't make fun of me."

I reflexively retorted and covered his mouth with my hand.

(I shouldn't...from earlier)

(I was excited by the play and emotionally moved)

William: "....Kate."

But, William gently removed my hand that was covering his mouth.

William: "You have a habit of taking people's feelings into consideration, but you try to push your own feelings into the background."

William: "It doesn't seem like it's because I was the main killer."

William: " 'I'm afraid of working with you', 'I don't want to be a part of your human experiments', 'I want to go see the play', 'I want to sit in the front row."

William: " 'I don't want to be teased'....."

William: "They are all genuine feelings. Why hide them?"

(Why....?)

The question was asked so curiously that a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

(I don't know...why)

(But...I just)

(I felt like I shouldn't....voice my heart as it is)

Kate: "I don't have any...particular reason as to why."

William: "You could have cursed me. Like calling me a murderer or selfish."

Kate: "It's just...I don't know you so well enough to curse you, and...."

William: "That's absolutely right."

William: "If so....would you like to know more?"

I was perplexed by that question.

(Why are you asking me that?)

(I know that I need to understand his sin...to be able to return to my normal life)

(It shouldn't matter to me....whether I intend to know or not)

Kate: "....it's for my goal."

William: "Mmhmm."

William simply smiled and looked at me.

(Why is smiling so much when looking at me?)

Ever since I met him, I'm at the mercy of his smile.

(....Even right now, he's not looking at me)

(He's trying to see what's in my heart....and it makes me restless)

Kate: ".....Thank you for bringing me to the show today."

William: "You're welcome. I was originally planning to come to town anyways, so don't worry about it."

William: "So, where shall we go next?"

Kate: "Hm? Aren't we going home....?"

William: "Haha, Why? Is it your bedtime, already?"

William: "Don't worry, for the next month, your life will be far from modest."

William: "Oh, I know a place. It's safe and fun. You'll love it."

Big Ben is showing at 9pm. Just watching the play is enough, I'm full.

Besides, it doesn't feel right to go to a 'fun place' alone....that too with an assassin on a night like this.

(But....)

But, today he was there for me. He saw what I wanted and gave it to me.

Was it a trap to get me to nod to this invitation, or was it his true kindness?

Once that was clear, I felt I could understand just a little bit more about who he was.

William: "Come, let's go."

There is only one way to know.

Chapter 3