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antiquepearlss · 4 months ago

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Rapunzel receives a new gift and decides to make Varian her new canvas. Freckle Sibling bonding time + gnc Varian. Not proofread because my head is killing me. 🖤

Rapunzel hummed as she tore open the pink packaging covering a small box. It was small, and not particularly heavy. Rapunzel had no idea what could be inside it, furthering her excitement. She wasn’t particularly fond of surprises, but the package had been a gift from a penpal of hers, the Princess of Atlantica, whom she had bonded with. The two both shared a fondness for the world, and would send each other gifts when they encountered something that excited them.

The princess gasped when she opened the box, plain brown cardboard revealing a large and shining silver shell. Gingerly, she lifted the opalescent shell, inspecting it, enjoying the way the light reflected off the smooth surface.

“What’s that?” piped a small voice, a little ways from her.

Varian lay on his stomach, his feet kicking mindlessly in the air as he read. Pascal and Ruddiger happily napping on his back. The group had been content sitting in silence, wrapped up in their own projects and simply enjoying eachother’s company. (Even if, admittedly, Rapunzel had become very bored by the quiet atmosphere.) But Rapunzel’s excitement must have drawn his attention.

“My friend sent me this, it’s a seashell and- wait I think it has a clasp!” Rapunzel quickly placed her fingers over the clasp, easily opening it. The shell sprung open, revealing a mirror under to top shell, and the bottom shell holding beautiful array of shades of blue, like a set of paints. Except they weren’t paints, they looked more like-

“It’s makeup.” Rapunzel hummed, intrigued.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Varian said, quickly losing interest and letting himself get reabsorbed into his book.

Rapunzel inspected the makeup palette. The powders were beautiful, shades of navy and royal blue alongside pastels and baby blues. Some shades seemed to have a shimmering effect, like glitter had been infused into the shadow. Rapunzel had never seen makeup this beautiful before.

Corona had never seemed to be all too intrigued by cosmetics, following the trends set by their queen, Arianna, who preferred to look as natural as possible. Getting by day to day with rouge on her lips and a little face powder- nothing more. Which was fine with Rapunzel, truly. She didn’t enjoy having powders and creams smothered on her face, and was content to go barefaced. (Though she didn’t mind tinted lip balm, hers smelled like strawberries.)

Even if she had no plans to use it, it was still a beautiful palette, and she enjoyed looking at it. Placing the seashell on her vanity, Rapunzel made a mental note to herself to write a letter of thanks to her friend.

“The colors are really pretty, do you think there's a way I can turn them into paints?” Rapunzel mused aloud, only half expecting Varian to answer.

But, unsurprisingly, Varian responded, not looking up from his lowered book, but his attention still on her “I mean, probably, off the top of my head you could just mix them with water for watercolors. Or maybe coconut oil for something firmer.”

“Ooh that sounds nice.”

“Why? You not gonna wear it?” He asked, looking up, his big blue eyes locked onto hers curiously.

Rapunzel hummed as she set the seashell down onto her vanity “probably not, I don’t really like wearing makeup, it makes my skin feel weird” she playfully smushed her cheeks with her hands.

“Besides, I don’t feel the need to cover up my face, I think I look fine as is!”

Varian raised a brow “unlike your husband, who carries concealer with him everywhere he goes.”

Rapunzel playfully rolled her eyes in response “if it helps him feel more confident-”

Varian snorted “yeah, cuz that’s what he needs, more confidence.”

“Be nice” Rapunzel playfully chided.

A moment later the two were back to their previous arrangement. Varian reading, and Rapunzel keeping herself occupied with little tasks. She looked around her room, trying to think of something quiet to do, a sense of boredom beginning to overtake her. She slightly felt the childish urge to pester Varian, seeking entertainment from his company.

She looked again to the makeup palette, the pretty hues catching her eye. Then, right above the palette, the mirror, reflecting Varians form laying on her bed. The angle allowed her to see his blue eyes skim the page he was reading, the shade matching the streak in his hair.

The shade of his eyes almost perfectly matching a shimmery shade of baby blue eyeshadow below the mirror; the streak almost perfectly matching a shade of teal in the palette.

Rapunzel had an idea.

“Hey Varian?” Rapunzel sang, eyes now full of mischief “Can I do your makeup?”

The princess made a point to clasp her hands together pleadingly, pouting ever so slightly, and gave her best innocent doe-like eyes, batting her eyelashes playfully.

Eugene had told her once that she was cute, adorable even, and she needed to take advantage of that cuteness. With her hair gone, it was now her strongest weapon.

Varian looked up, and she could immediately see the effects of her little superpower written on his face. His features twisted into a grimace.

“No.”

“Come on, please?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I- are you doing the smolder on me!?”

Rapunzel’s expression dropped, her pouted lips and squirting eyes relaxing. She shrugged “It was worth a shot.”

Varian rolled his eyes, and went back to his book, hoping Rapunzel would drop the-

“Pretty please? This eyeshadow would look so lovely on you. I’ll make you look really really nice. It’ll be fun” She continued.

Varian watched as Rapunzel rested her head atop her crossed her arms on the back of the ornate plush chair she sat upon, kicking her feet excitedly. She had that look in her eye, the sparkle she got when she had a fresh wave of inspiration. With her shining eyes and playful smile, Varian immediately found it harder to say no to her.

He had been her sewing mannequin, taste tester, hairstyle experimenter when hers was too short to play with, and personal engineering tutor- letting her play with makeup on him was really no issue.

Worse has come into contact with his skin.

Varian rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Fine” he groaned dramatically, contrasting his amused expression.

Rapunzel squealed, and excitedly gathered what few cosmetic supplies she had- along with her new palette.

Varian sat up, earning a squeak and a chitter of indignation from both animals that had taken residence on his backside. He sat cross legged on the plush bed, and leaned back, his arms supporting himself. He watched, amused, as his friend unceremoniously dropped various creams, powders, and brushes onto the bed, plopping next to them, across from Varian, out of reach.

Realizing Varian was firmly rooted to his spot on the bed, his cocky expression telling her he had no intention of moving closer, Rapunzel scooted her way over to him.

She scooped up Pascal, who was groggily making his way over to her, and placed him on her shoulder. Ruddiger made his way over to her lap, clearly upset with his human for bothering him. Varian watched as she shifted herself into a cross legged position, allowing the raccoon onto her lap. But mostly, he watched as her eyes betrayed the cogs turning in her mind, the mood just oh so very slightly less playful.

The princess looked over to her friend, and her expression fell, having clearly come to some sort of realization. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to, I know you don’t like doing anything super feminine.”

Varians expression softened “Rapunzel it’s fine, I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to.”

“I’m worried you would have, though. I don’t want to pressure you…”

Varian smiled “Raps it’s fine, we were just playing around. It’s okay.”

Oftentimes, with Rapunzel’s boundless enthusiasm and confident demeanor, (and, well, her lingering lack of social cues) it was easy to forget that she was a people pleaser at heart. Deeply afraid of making someone, especially her friends, upset.

She was deeply afraid of making Varian upset. Not because she was afraid of him, afraid of what he would do to her; but because she was afraid of hurting him, of making him afraid of her.

It hurt, a little, to see. So Varian lifted a small sponge and regarded it questioningly “So, foundation first?”

Rapunzel smiled, her good mood coming back now that she was confident she hadn’t upset her friend. “I think so! I don’t know, like I said, I don’t do makeup a whole lot.”

“Well then that’s two of us” Varian chuckled.

“Well then, you can’t judge me if I mess up.”

“Never would.”

Varian hummed as Rapunzel grasped his chin with delicate fingers and began dabbing a cream onto his face with the sponge.

“You better make me fucking beautiful,” Varian murmured. Rapunzel lightly bopped his nose with the sponge “Language.”

Next, came a fluffy brush, and Varian failed to restrain himself from giggling as the fur and powder tickled his face. Rapunzel seemingly took this as a challenge, dusting it further on his cheeks, earning a snort and a playful shove in return.

Soon, though, the two fell silent. Varian’s eyes contentedly fell shut as Rapunzel applied various creams and powders onto different parts of his face. Sometimes it tickled, but oddly enough, it was relaxing.

He felt like a canvas, like he was a special work of art, something beautiful, deserving of calculated brush strokes and specially chosen vibrant colors. And with Rapunzel’s fingers gently holding his chin, and the brushes being so carefully swept across his skin, it was like he was something special to be handled with care, like fine pottery.

It was a nice feeling.

It was hard to resist the urge to open his eyes though as Rapunzel applied the powder to them, but he trusted her not to poke his eye out.

Mostly.

“Alright open your eyes I need to apply the mascara.” Varian did as he was told, and opened his eyes as wide as they could go, Rapunzel laughing in response.

A moment later, Varian blinked, getting used to the waxy feeling on his eyelashes. He didn’t mind the feeling of makeup on his skin, even if it was rather uncomfortable, but he decided he didn’t like mascara. Especially considering Pascal spat in it to activate it.

Varian watched as Rapunzel pulled out a small tube, and began to apply the glossy pinkish tint to his lips. He felt slightly honored, he recognized the color as one Rapunzel had worn before.

Which, the more he thought about, was a little gross.

“Mmmmmkay! I’m finished!” Rapunzel exclaimed, given Varian’s cheek a little pat.

Varian opened his eyes once again as Rapunzel grabbed his hands, leading him off the bed and over to the vanity. Ruddiger once again hopped off her lap, upset about his disturbed rest.

Rapunzel gently pushed him into a good view of himself in the mirror, and Varian was taken aback by what he saw.

His skin was clear and smooth, with warmth and color added to his cheeks and nose that he normally lacked, and a shimmer was dusted as well, making him glow. Any blemishes, like the small scars adorning his face or the dark bags under his eyes had practically disappeared. His eyes were painted in various shades of blue all blending into eachother, complimenting his blue eyes; the shimmer atop them highlighting the light in his own. His eyebrows looked perfectly symmetrical and styled, his eyelashes were full, and lips didn’t look dry and chapped. Even his bone structure looked better, with dark shades complimenting his jaw and cheekbones.

He looked like one of her paintings, vibrant colors swirling together in compliment to eachother, shimmers and highlights mixed with perfectly placed shading, imperfections hidden and perfections accented and highlighted, coming together to form a masterpiece- on his own skin.

Varian had never considered himself particularly good looking. He wasn’t insecure about his looks, not really. He just didn’t think of himself as attractive. The only positive comments he had received were in relation to being ‘cute.’ Not necessarily handsome or even pretty.

(It didn’t help that he had received his fair share of hurtful comments about his appearance, being told he had creepy eyes and buck teeth.)

So it made him feel something, something warm and fuzzy, to see himself in such a way. To be, dare he say it, beautiful.

It felt nice.

“Do you like it?” Rapunzel asked shyly, after Varian had spent a few moments taking in his appearance, an unreadable expression on his face. “It’s not perfect, like I said i’m not very good at makeup. But once you see it as a form of art in it’s a lot easier and more fun!” Rapunzel bumped his shoulder with her own, a genuine smile on her lips “and you happen to make a very good canvas. Thank you.”

Varian blushed, both at her words and the warm, confident feeling in his stomach. He gingerly raised a hand to his cheek, and moved closer to the mirror, inspecting his reflection.

He turned over to the princess and his painted lips split into a wide grin, “I love it.”

Rapunzel beamed at the compliment, visibly pleased with herself now. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to chatter about the process, what techniques she used, and why she did what. Varian followed along, listening to her ramble.

She sounded like she did every time she talked about an art project of hers; going on about the process, the colors, and how much she adored the final result.

It was always nice to hear her talk about her art in such high praise, it was even better when he himself was the art.

“Oh! I should get you dressed up to match! Something blue! hold on i’m sure i’ve got something that’ll fit- if that’s alright with you…” Rapunzel cut her ramble off, and stopped her stride midway to her wardrobe; catching herself in her excitement and trying to avoid pushing Varian and going too far.

Varian smiled fondly “that sounds perfect.”

~~~

And so, Varian went to dinner that evening dolled up in a fine light blue tea gown and white ballet flats, face made up and hair styled and pinned back with an ornate silver comb, and draped in fine sapphire jewelry. He was the very picture of elegance and beauty. A masterpiece.

#This is really historically inaccurate but idc #tts #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #varian #rapunzel #freckle siblings #Porl writes things

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gosuckseamonkeys · 3 months ago

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Arid Melancholy - Chapter 4

Summary: Rafayel is captured and endures brutal torture at the hands of an agent of EVER Group intent on exploiting his people’s secrets.

Zayne, Xavier, Sylus and Rafayel must confront their deepest fear, losing you, and fight against an enemy whose ambition threatens their survival.

AN: Apologies in advance for the angst, I've been looking for similar heart wrenching fics on here for a while now before I decided to write my own. Then an evil little idea formed and pulled me reluctantly out of writing retirement.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4....

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Chapter 4 - Hallucinations

Burning. He was burning alive.

He didn’t know how long he had been in this wasteland. Hours? Days?

Time had unraveled, leaving him trapped in an endless cycle of agony. The heat gnawed at him—relentless, merciless—devouring him from the inside out.

His fingers, bruised and raw, clawed at his own skin. He could barely feel it. The pain had dulled into something distant, something worse than suffering—emptiness.

How many of us have they left here to rot?

He couldn’t move. Every attempt sent violent nausea rolling through his gut. His limbs felt like they belonged to someone else—someone broken, someone dying.

When will it be my turn?

Rafayel’s mind fractured under the weight of memories, hallucinations bleeding into reality.

The desert consumed him. The sun overhead turned his flesh to embers, his bones to dust. The sand beneath him was a graveyard of souls, and soon, he would join them—just another forgotten grain tumbling over golden dunes.

Still, he held onto the idea of you. The only thing keeping him from slipping into the void.

My bride…

You stood before him, veiled in gold and teal. His hands—adorned in jewels, stained with blood he could never wash away—trembled as he traced his thumb across your lips.

He pulled you into a searing kiss, one that barely satisfied the flames licking at his very soul.

My queen…

Your voice shaped his name, the syllables a sacred thing. Two broken souls abandoning their kingdoms, reaching for memories as you refused to let him slip away.

He would choose you in every life, no matter how many times fate tore you from his grasp.

My heart…

He could almost feel your tender hands cradling his face, the softness of your lips brushing against his. He had always held himself back, terrified of scaring you away with the depth of his hunger.

Beloved…please.

His lips parted, cracked and bloodied, to whisper a single plea—broken, desperate, wrecked.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

Underwater

The colors around you are spellbinding—a symphony of deep teal, lavender, and cobalt blue swirling and pulsing as though alive. They wrap around you like a liquid aurora, undulating in hypnotic rhythms that blur the line between sea and sky. You’re weightless, floating on your back beneath the waves, suspended in a dream where the ocean itself breathes.

The water cradles you, its currents a gentle lullaby that pushes and pulls, spinning you in lazy spirals. Above, faint rays of the setting sun pierce the surface, their golden beams breaking into soft hues of violet and pink that bleed into one another. The shifting palette dances across your skin, stirring something in the deepest corners of your mind—a memory, faint and just beyond your grasp.

The light shifts again, deepening into a molten orange as the sun sinks lower. Shadows stretch and twist, and a sudden chill creeps into the water, curling around you like a warning.

Night is coming, its approach slow but inevitable, and with it comes a sense of unease. A faint urgency hums in your chest, intangible yet insistent. There’s something you’re supposed to do, somewhere you’re supposed to be—but what?

A glimmer below catches your eye, pulling your gaze downward. Fins—sleek and iridescent. They shimmer like molten silver, moving with a grace that feels both foreign and familiar. You flex them instinctively, and the water parts as you surge forward, exhilarated by the rush of cool liquid sliding past your skin.

But the ocean has gone silent.

The ever-present symphony of life—the whisper of currents, the distant calls of unseen creatures—has vanished, leaving behind an eerie stillness. A heavy quiet presses down on you, thick and suffocating. You stop, your movements halting as a prickle of unease dances along your spine. The silence feels alive, a presence lurking just out of reach.

Then, breaking through the void, a sound.

Faint at first, it ripples through the water like an echo of sorrow—a muffled cry, distant and distorted. You pivot sharply, your pulse quickening, every fiber of your being straining to locate the source. The cry comes again, sharper this time, tugging at something deep inside.

Your gaze snaps upward to the surface, where the fading light of the setting sun casts an otherworldly glow. A voice filters down through the water, faint yet unmistakable. Someone is calling.

You hesitate.

You’re not meant to leave this world, not meant to breach the safety of the sea. But the voice pulls at you, its tone laced with grief, a pain so familiar it feels like your own. Against your better judgment, you flick your tail and propel yourself toward the light above.

The water grows brighter as you ascend, each stroke faster than the last. The voice grows clearer, louder, and more urgent, wrapping around your heart like a plea you can’t ignore.

“Please,” it whispers, the word drenched in despair.

As you break the surface, the air rushes into your lungs, sharp and searing. You gasp, your chest heaving as your body struggles to adjust. The burn is unbearable, a cruel reminder that you don’t belong here. For a moment, the instinct to retreat pulls at you, urging you to sink back into the dark, forgiving depths.

But the voice holds you fast, breaking through the roaring of the waves.

It calls again, clearer now, the desperation in its tone slicing through your pain. “Please…don’t leave me.”

The words pierce the haze of your thoughts, their familiarity anchoring you. You cling to the sound, to the raw, unyielding emotion behind it. The world tilts, the ocean dissolving into fragments of color and light as the voice becomes your only tether to reality.

Consciousness

The first thing you felt was an ache—a deep, relentless throb in your chest. It wasn’t just pain; it was a hollow, all-consuming emptiness that seemed to seep into your bones, leaving you fragile and broken. Even that ache, though, was muffled, as if your body couldn’t bear the weight of it all.

You tried to move, but even the smallest shift sent a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. Your head was pounding, limbs heavy and useless, and even behind closed lids your eyes burned with the effort of existing.

A hand tightened around yours. The sensation was grounding, but it sent a jolt of confusion through your addled mind. Your mouth was dry—parched to the point of pain. When you tried to speak, the sound that escaped was no more than a weak whimper, the cracked remnants of your voice.

With agonizing effort, you forced your eyes open, blinking against the harsh light. The blurred world around you slowly sharpened, though it still felt like a dream you couldn’t wake from.

Sunlight poured through the windows, casting long shadows and fiery streaks of gold across the room. Against the light stood a dark silhouette, their form hazy and indistinct, a phantom watching over you.

Turning your head to the right, you saw you had a second guardian. His silver hair was disheveled, his shoulders slumped as he clung to your hand like it was the only thing keeping him afloat. When your gaze met his, beautiful blue-gray eyes widened in shock, glistening with unshed tears.

“Get Zayne,” he choked out, his voice trembling with urgency. His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, and you instinctively leaned into the touch, desperate for the comfort it offered. “She’s awake,” he murmured, as though saying it aloud would make it real.

“You’re okay,” Xavier said softly, though his voice cracked. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

The words pierced through the haze, and you exhaled shakily, letting go of the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Xavier?” Your voice was barely audible, raw and strained.

His lips twitched into a sad, fragile smile. “Yeah, honey. It’s me. Don’t try to move, alright?”

Your lips moved to respond, but they were dry and cracked, refusing to cooperate.

“Here, kitten.” The figure by the window stepped forward, his imposing form now visible in the fading sunlight. Sylus held a cup to your lips, his carmine eyes filled with worry. “Take small sips. Don’t overdo it.”

The cool water soothed the fire in your throat, and you gratefully met his gaze. “Sylus…” you rasped. “What happened?”

His hand lingered at your bedside, brushing loose strands of hair from your damp forehead. “You’ve been through hell, kitten. But you’re here now. That’s what matters.” His voice was gentle, but his jaw clenched, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. “What do you remember?”

You closed your eyes, grasping at fragmented memories that slipped through your fingers like sand. “I… we were at work…”

Xavier’s voice broke through, calm yet coaxing. “That’s good. What else, sweetheart?”

Before you could answer, the door burst open, and Zayne stormed in. His hair still damp from a rushed shower, shirt hastily thrown on, and face etched with desperation.

“Why didn’t you call me right away?” His voice strained as he stared at you, his hazel eyes brimming with worry.

“She’s only been awake for a few minutes,” Sylus said, stepping between the two of you as though to shield you from Zayne’s frantic energy.

Zayne ignored him, shoving past to kneel by your bedside. His hands trembled as he took yours, his breath shaky. “Hey…” His voice faltered, “How are you feeling? Are you… are you in pain?”

“Chest hurts,” you whispered, the admission barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” Zayne murmured. His fingers brushed over the back of your hand as though trying to anchor you—and himself. “I’ll fix it. Just give me a second.”

You watched in silence as he prepared an injection, the small syringe in his steady hands. “This will help,” he said softly as he pressed it into your IV. “You’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

“Do you remember what happened?” Zayne’s voice was gentle but urgent.

Images flashed through your mind: the warmth of a beautiful dress, the cold gleam of ivory statues, vibrant paintings. And then—purple hair, eyes like lavender and roses.

His screams tore through your memory.

“Where’s Rafayel?” The words tumbled out in a frantic whimper, tears welling in your eyes.

The room fell silent, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Sylus and Xavier exchanged a glance, and Zayne’s expression darkened.

“We’re close,” Sylus finally said, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll get him back.”

Your chest tightened with panic. “What do you mean? Where is he?” You tried to sit up, but agony erupted in your chest, and Zayne’s hands pressed you firmly back into the bed.

“I need you to relax,” Zayne said, holding you steady. “You were shot two days ago. Do you remember the exhibit?”

“They took him from me,” you choked out, tears spilling over.

“We’ll get him back,” Sylus promised again. But even as he spoke, the fear for you in his eyes betrayed him.

Sylus placed his hand on your other shoulder, his firm grip joining Zayne’s, while Xavier stood silently at the foot of the bed, poised to intervene if necessary.

“Sweetie, I promise we’ll tell you everything as soon as we know more,” Sylus said gently. “Right now, you need to heal. Your condition—”

“They’re hurting him,” you sobbed, your voice rising in anguish. “He’s so scared… I have to find him! Please!”

Sylus glanced at Zayne, shaking his head solemnly.

“Darling, stop,” Zayne begged, cupping your face in his hands. “You’ll hurt yourself. Please don’t make me sedate you—I can’t lose you again.” His voice was broken and pleading.

“He’s right,” Xavier said quietly, his voice heavy with unspoken grief. You turned to him where he was standing at the foot of the bed. His expression was strained, his usual stoicism fracturing, revealing a vulnerability that made your heart clench.

“When I saw you at the gallery…” He hesitated, his breath hitching as he struggled to speak. His hands trembled at his sides, and his eyes—those usually steady, composed eyes—shone with a sorrow that threatened to consume him. “They had to… you were dead.”

The word fell like a stone between you, cold and unforgiving. His voice wavered on the last syllable, shaking with the weight of the memory. “They had to bring you back. I watched them do it…” His voice trailed off into a haunted whisper.

Your breath caught as his words pierced through your chest, more painful than the lingering ache from your injuries. You shook your head in protest, but the truth loomed over you, undeniable and suffocating. Tears spilled freely down your cheeks as the enormity of it all pressed you into the pillows, leaving you hollow and defeated.

“Do you trust me?” Sylus’ voice cut through the suffocating silence like a lifeline. It was steady, firm, and unyielding—a single constant in the sea of uncertainty.

You turned your head toward him, meeting his crimson gaze. It burned with intensity, his resolve like a flame that refused to be extinguished.

“Always,” you sobbed, the word barely audible over your ragged breaths.

“Then let me do what I do best.” His tone was resolute, leaving no room for doubt. His hand rested on your shoulder, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the midst of your spiraling despair. Slowly, his thumb moved in soothing circles, trying to chase away the tension knotted in your muscles. “I won’t rest until we’ve found him.”

His promise hung in the air, but it felt as fragile as glass—one wrong move, and it would shatter.

Your gaze flicked between the three men standing around you, each of them carrying their own burden of guilt, fear, and desperation. The weight of their devotion left you breathless.

With a faint, bittersweet smile, you shook your head in disbelief, tears still streaking your face. “I never thought I’d live to see the day you all agreed on something.”

Zayne lowered himself into the chair beside you, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. The raw love in his gaze made your chest ache all over again. “For you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “I think we’d do just about anything.”

And in that moment, the truth of his words was undeniable. What terrified you most wasn’t their willingness to fight—it was the growing fear that it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Rafayel…” you whispered your lover’s name under your breath, willing your intentions into the bond that stretched between you. “Hold on, we’re coming. Don’t you dare die on me…”

Double Trouble

The twins tore down the highway in the sleek black Aston Martin, Kieran at the wheel, pushing the engine at least fifty miles over the speed limit.

“We’ll have to ditch it about five miles from the facility,” Luke muttered, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled through the details the boss had sent that morning. “We should’ve picked something less conspicuous.”

“Does the Boss even own anything inconspicuous?” Kieran snorted, his grip tightening on the wheel as they blew past the sign for their exit. “Besides, he never lets us take the fun ones out. He said to get there fast, so… I picked something fast. We’re almost there. What are we walking into?”

Luke glanced up briefly before returning to his screen. “Looks like an abandoned agricultural processing plant that EVER Group repurposed a few years back.” He scrolled further. “Actually, scratch that—they bought out the whole damn town. Whatever they’re running, it’s big.”

“What kind of resistance?” Kieran asked, his voice shifting to something sharper as he veered onto the off-ramp.

“If it’s EVER, expect the unexpected. For an operation this size, I’d guess at least a hundred employees, maybe a fifth of them security.” Luke tilted his head toward a cluster of distant buildings. “That’s it up there. There should be an old farmhouse on the right—we’ll stash the car there and walk the rest.”

Kieran nodded, eyes locked on the road as they closed in. The farmhouse loomed ahead, a relic of a forgotten time, standing in the midst of overgrown fields. He pulled into the lot, gravel crunching beneath the tires.

“Get the barn door open,” he ordered. “I’ll tuck the car inside.”

Luke hopped out, yanking the rusted door aside. The Aston Martin purred forward into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

Kieran stepped out, checking his knives with quick, practiced movements before turning to his brother. “What time’s sunset?”

“7:15,” Luke murmured, glancing up at the darkening sky through the eyeholes of his mask. “We’ve got twenty minutes. Let’s move, stick to the fields. Boss said if we’re caught, we’ll be on our own until they come for the artist.”

“Race you?” Kieran grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Luke scoffed. “You know I’m faster. Why even try?”

Without warning, Kieran swept Luke’s legs out from under him and bolted for the cornfields. “Not today you’re not!” he called over his shoulder.

Luke swore, scrambling to his feet and taking off after him.

It took them twenty minutes to reach the edge of the property, the dense fields keeping them concealed. Luke pulled out a pair of binoculars and handed them to Kieran, who scanned the buildings for an entry point.

“Blueprints show Buildings A and B are mostly office space,” Luke whispered, scrolling through the plans. “C is for material drop-offs and sorting, D is for treatment—whatever that means—E and F are storage and loading.”

“So we’re looking at D or E,” Kieran muttered, lowering the binoculars. “My money’s on E.”

“Agreed,” Luke said. “But let’s check C to be safe. A and B are probably just paper-pushers.” He glanced up as the last sliver of sunlight faded, plunging the facility into shadow. The once-busy parking lot had mostly emptied, leaving only about twenty scattered cars and a handful of trucks.

“You take C and D. I’ll handle E and F,” Kieran murmured, crouching behind the nearest vehicle.

Luke nodded. “Meet back here in thirty?”

“Race you,” Kieran whispered, flashing a sly grin before melting into the darkness.

The twins split, slipping through the shadows—silent, unseen, and very much up to no good.

Arrival

“Sir, prepare for landing,” the pilot called over his shoulder to the passengers in the back of the Cessna.

The tall man, dressed in an immaculate cream suit, moved with practiced precision, folding his documents into his briefcase before retrieving a cell phone from his breast pocket. With a flick of his thumb, he dialed a familiar number.

“Marcus, I’ll be arriving within the hour.”

A voice on the other end responded, briefing him on the status of their latest acquisition.

He listened, expression unreadable. Then, with quiet finality, he cut in. “That’s all well and good—just make sure he’s coherent by the time I arrive. I don’t like being made to wait.”

Without another word, he ended the call, lifted his tumbler, and swirled the last remnants of amber liquid before downing them in a single motion. He handed the empty glass to his assistant, who took it without question, standing rigidly at his side.

“Are we sure it’s him?” the assistant asked, his voice measured, yet slicing through the thick tension in the cabin like a blade.

The suited man reached into his briefcase, retrieving a glossy photograph. Without looking at it, he passed it over, “See for yourself.”

The image depicted a man with tangled violet hair, chained to the cold floor of one of their facilities, stripped of dignity, of power. A rare specimen.

“We won’t know for certain until I inspect him myself.”

The assistant studied the photo for a moment before tucking it away. “Understood. I’ll prepare for landing.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across the suited man’s face. “Either way, Marcus has proven himself a valuable asset. We should consider extending his contract.”

“And the brother?” the assistant inquired.

The suited man exhaled, a low hum of amusement under his breath. “As far as we can tell, he’s out of commission. That fire Evol is formidable.”

His grin widened, sharp as the edge of a knife. “If he recovers, he recovers. The blood has already done much to restore him.” He leaned back, folding his hands over his knee. “But leverage is a powerful thing. Now Marcus has a vested interest in ensuring our operation continues. Without further infusions, there’s no guarantee his brother will survive.”

He chuckled, dark and knowing, “Desperation makes men so very… compliant.”

Brothers

Marcus sat beside Bennett, who lay motionless on a pristine white cot. Half of his face was hidden beneath layers of sterile gauze, the bandages stretching down to cover his chest and left arm. He hadn't stirred since the incident at the gallery.

The artist had inflicted third-degree burns that should have killed him. By all rights, he should be dead. And yet, ironically, the very blood the Lemurian had unwillingly sacrificed was the only thing tethering the mercenary to life.

With a measured breath, Marcus rose, retrieving another vial of the life-sustaining substance from his pocket and pressing it into the nurse’s waiting hand. “Administer this at the top of the hour.”

She nodded, tucking the vial away before slipping silently through the door. It clicked shut behind her, leaving Marcus alone with the steady, mechanical rhythm of his brother’s breathing.

He hadn’t wanted to extend his contract. Hadn’t wanted to dig himself deeper into this web of blood and power. But with Bennett’s condition, he had no choice. His brother was the only family he had left, and worse—Bennett was here because of him. Marcus had convinced him to take this job. That made his survival Marcus’ burden to bear.

Exhaling slowly, he pulled his phone from his pocket, the screen flashing with an all-too-familiar name. Their benefactor was due to arrive today, but the firm’s impatience sent an uneasy weight settling in his gut. They wanted to inspect their latest acquisition sooner than expected.

He pressed the call button, bringing the device to his ear.

“Sir,” Marcus answered, his voice carefully neutral.

A brief silence. Then—

“Understood. I’ll have him ready for you.”

Bonded

Rafayel...Hold on, we’re coming.

Rafayel’s heart lurched violently, a raw, searing jolt as the bond pulsed awake for the first time since his capture. His battered body spasmed in response, agony carving through his ribs, his muscles seizing as the mark flared to life against his mangled chest.

It burned—not just against his flesh, but deep inside his soul, a commanding force pressing its will into his own. For a moment, it was enough to push back the numbing weight of exhaustion, flooding him with a desperate, flickering resolve.

He sucked in a ragged breath, the air sharp and stale, scraping through his lungs like broken glass. His entire being trembled as he choked out a hoarse, disbelieving whisper.

“You’re alive….”

If his body had anything left to give, he would have sobbed. Instead, all he could do was curl onto his side, hunching over the pulse of warmth within him, clinging to it as if it was the only thing tethering him to existence.

No matter what happened to him, no matter how much more blood he spilled onto these cold, metallic floors, at least he knew you were still breathing. For now, that was enough.

He was so consumed by that fragile, fleeting relief that he didn’t hear the footfalls until it was too late. The door wrenched open with a deafening clang.

Blinding fluorescent light sliced into the darkness, searing his retinas like fire. Rafayel recoiled, his body curling in on itself as a gust of cooler air followed the figures stepping inside. The scent of steel and sweat filled his nose—gunpowder and antiseptic. Footsteps. More than one.

His stomach twisted.

Marcus entered first. Behind him, a suited man moved with calculated ease, his presence heavier than the fleet of armed guards waiting just outside the threshold.

“Turn him over. I need to see his face.” The voice was smooth, clipped, accented. Distant, like a man giving orders at a dinner party.

Rafayel barely had time to brace before a boot came down on his arm, pressing—grinding—against his shattered ribs, forcing a broken, strangled gasp from his lips. Then, with effortless cruelty, Marcus rolled him onto his back.

A whimper slipped free before he could stop it. Shame curled hot in his chest, his body betraying him in ways he could no longer control. His vision blurred, unfocused, and his gaze dragged sluggishly over the faces above him, indistinct shapes against the burning light.

“Well done, Marcus. I’m impressed.” The suited man’s voice was a serpent’s hiss, oozing satisfaction as he clapped Marcus on the shoulder. His smirk cut through the haze.

“How do you feel about—”

Don’t you dare die on me…

Pain flared.

A violent, involuntary convulsion wracked Rafayel’s body, his back arching off the ground as the bond pulsed again, brighter this time. Then reduced to a dim, flickering glow pressed through the tattered remains of his silk dress shirt—what little was left of it after the gallery showing.

The suited man froze. His eyes narrowed, calculation flashing across his features before he knelt beside Rafayel.

“What do we have here?” Fingers prodded at his sternum—cold, invasive, prying. Searching.

Weakly, Rafayel tried to shove them away. He might as well have been swatting at the tide. A sharp backhand cracked across his face, snapping his head to the side. His vision blackened for a second, a high ringing filling his ears.

Then, hands gripped the edges of his collar, tearing.

The last few buttons of his ruined shirt pinged off the floor, the tiny sounds vanishing beneath the rasp of his own ragged breathing. The mark lay exposed now, its glow fading, but unmistakable.

Silence. Then, a slow, creeping smirk.

“You’re bonded.” The words dripped with triumph. A revelation. “That makes things easier.”

Rafayel turned his face away, pressing his cheek into the cold, filthy floor, hiding the raw emotion twisting in his expression.

He couldn’t let them see.

Couldn’t let them know what you meant to him.

Couldn’t let them see how deeply he loved.

They would rip you from him piece by piece. They would use you, break you, and then dangle whatever remained before him like a noose, waiting for the moment he begged.

He would give them anything.

His life. His people. His last, tattered fragments of dignity.

He had done it before.

What did it matter if he drowned his soul in more blood?

A hollow, rotting sickness curled up his throat. He never should have fought so hard to find you. Never should have clawed his way into your life—your heart.

“What is that?” Marcus crouched beside him, phone in hand, snapping a picture of the mark. The sound of the shutter was a gunshot to Rafayel’s ears.

The suited man stood, brushing off his hands like he had touched something unpleasant, “Was he with someone when you found him?”

Terror clamped down on Rafayel’s lungs.

No.

No. No, no, no—

Marcus exhaled, unconcerned. “His assistant. And a woman.” He shrugged. “A hunter.”

The suited man stilled. Slowly, he turned, glancing back at Rafayel’s broken form.

“The woman. Where is she?”

Marcus’ answer was careless. “I shot her. Could be dead for all I know. Left her at the scene—I had other priorities.”

“His bonded. His mate.” The suited man tsked and shook his head. “She’s alive.”

Then, almost amused—almost pleased—he murmured. “Find her, and he’ll beg to tell us where the colonies are.”

Marcus cursed under his breath. Dragged a hand through his hair as realization hit him like a fist.

“Bring the footage of the capture to my office.” The suited man only chuckled. He was already walking away, but just before he vanished down the hall, his voice drifted back, casual, offhanded. “I want to see her for myself.”

Rafayel’s heart stopped beating in cold realization.

They’ll know…your Aether Core….

He was a death sentence, a curse wrapped in warm flesh and whispered promises. He should have let himself fade years ago, let the sea take him back before it was too late.

He should have left you alone, kept his distance.

He deserved to be forgotten.

It was too late for that now.

With a guttural snarl, Marcus spun and drove his fist into the wall. Rafayel flinched, but the blankness in his expression never wavered.

Inside, though—inside, he was screaming.

Anguish. Rage. Horror.

Self-loathing so sharp it could cut.

Maybe if he pushed them hard enough, they’d make a mistake. Maybe if he gave them nothing, they would break him beyond repair. Maybe—

Maybe they would end him.

It would be better than letting them use you.

Better than letting them leverage his heart against him.

“Bring him to D for treatment,” Marcus ordered, his voice tight with barely contained fury. “I’ll meet you there shortly.”

Rafayel didn’t resist when they seized his arms. Didn’t fight when they dragged him away.

His mind had already slipped into the dark, spiraling abyss of possibilities.

All he could do was hope—pray—that Zayne and the others would protect you.

Because he had already failed.

𓇼 ˚𓆝 ⋆｡𓆟 ⋆｡𓆞˚ 𓇼 ˚𓆝 ⋆｡𓆟 ⋆｡𓆞˚𓇼 ˚𓆝 ⋆｡𓆟 ⋆｡𓆞˚

Apologies for the delay, I had an extended work trip in Miami and I didn't have the chapter uploaded. I didn't feel right publishing it un-edited from my phone. I'll do my best to get the next one up over the weekend.

Cross posted on AO3 under "holywaterbucketchallenge" for those of you who prefer that platform.

Appreciate your patience! I hope it was worth the wait. As always, looking forward to your feedback :)

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #lads rafayel #lads zayne #lads xavier #lads sylus #hurt/comfort #jealousy #revenge #angst #angst with a happy ending #tw torture #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace rafayel

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danika-redgrave124 · 10 months ago

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Umbra Witch Yuu

@sapphirepastries @twisted-dreamscape

I had an idea for Umbra Witch Yuu, so after each Overblot fight. I imagine they get a new weapon from the fight or they get new ones from Rodin if the world's are closely connected and Umbra Witch Yuu can travel to the Gates of Hell.

Queen of Hearts (Heartslabyul)

Royal Reckoning

This enchanted axes embodies the queen's authority and power.

The Royal Reckoning have a special ability called "Hearts' Fury, where upon striking enemies, it creates ethereal projections of playing card suits (hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs) that Swirl around Bayonetta, enhancing her attacks and providing protective barriers.

This axes possesses a vibrant color scheme, incorporating the Queen of Hearts' iconic red and black colors along with intricate details reminiscent of Wonderland's whimsical aesthetic.

Scar (Savanaclaw)

Predator's Claws

These claws would embody the lethal and stealthy qualities of a predator.

The Predator's Claws have a sleek and deadly elegance of a big cat's claws. They have a dark shadowy appearance with etchings resembling paw prints along the blades.

Their special ability involves a Shadow Stalk, allowing Yuu to momentarily blend into the shadows, becoming nearly invisible to enemies. This enables Yuu to plan surprise attacks or evade incoming threats.

Ursula (Octavinelle)

Tidebreaker's Grasp

The Tidebreaker's Grasp is a formidable trident with the essence of the ocean depths. The design reflects the swirling, dark waters of the sea, adorned with intricate seashell motifs and a deep, oceanic color palette.

The Tidebreaker's Grasp harnesses the power of the tides, allowing Yuu to manipulate water-based attacks. It summons surges of water to knock down enemies and create a protective barriers of swirling currents that deflect incoming projectiles.

Jafar (Scarabia)

Eternal Scepter

The Eternal Scepter design features a serpent mortif, with a coiling snake winding around the staff. The staff is adorned with ornate engravings and glowing gemstones, exuding an aura of dark magic.

The Eternal Scepter grants Yuu control over arcane forces, allowing them to unleash devastating magical attacks. It conjures swirling vortexes of dark energy and cast illusions to confuse and disorient her enemies.

Evil Queen (Pomefiore)

Envious Reflection

The Envious Reflection takes the form of an ornate handheld mirror adorned with intricate filigree and gemstones. The surface gave a dark smoky appearance, hinting at the mirror's mystical and nefarious abilities.

The Envious Reflection have the power of illusion and manipulation. It creates mirage or phantasm duplicates to confuse adversaries, making them doubt reality itself. It possess the ability to felect enemy attacks back upon them, turning their own strengths against them.

Hades (Ignihyde)

Stygian Reaper

The Styigan Reaper embodies the dark and ominous essence of the underworld. It's design features a sleek obsidian blade adorned with intricate blue etchings depicting scenes from the realm of the dead. The handle is wrapped in firey blue tendrils that writhe and twist giving it an omnious and foreboding appearance.

The Stygian Reaper taps into the powers of the afterlife, allowing Yuu to summon spectral manifestation that drain the vitality of their foes.

Malefcient (Disamonia)

Nightshade Horns

The Nightshade Horns is a tall and elegant staff, adorned with twisted thorns and dark, iridescent crystals. It's design incorporate dragon motifs and exudes an eerie, greenish glow.

The Nightshade Horns harness the powers of dark sorcery, allowing Bayonetta Yuu to conjure swirling mists of dark energy and unleash bolts of arcane power that linger, causing lingering damages to the enemies.

I hope this is considered interesting for Umbra Witch Yuu. Also, there was a tag on Bayonetta Yuu on my blog. It was originally on TwistedOverbloat blog, but that has been deactivated, soooo..... yeah.

#bayonetta yuu #bayonetta x twisted wonderland #umbra witch yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland yuu #Crossover

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chronicmisfit · 10 months ago

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Showing my friend IkeVil

So a few warnings before I get into this: Alfons slander, Roger slander, Victor slander, Rude language in general, many random twisted wonderland references, and some risque images of a couple characters.

Sorry some of the coloration is fucked, I tried to fix it and can't.

Me = Orange Him = green

Alr here’s the first guy

He looks like he'd call me slurs while also being the gayest mf ever

sksksks Anything else?

Bro must struggle playing piano with them long ass purr nails I respect the dedication HE GOT THE COLOR PALETTE OF THAT ONE ROBOT THAT EVERYONE ON TWITTER IS MAKING CORN OF BOOTHILL??

Okay I will tell you about him now, and I want you to react again once i do His name is William Rex, he is one of my favorite two, he has the power to command someone to do what he wishes against their will, and he likes to help people become their own master.

Alright azul 2.0 I see what you’re doing Does he have a cringe gamer bf to top it off

He’s not the one I would compare to Azul

OOO I wanna guess which one it is

His curse is called the Curse of the Self-Righteous Monarch, so he's evil Riddle William’s* Is

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Alright so stick in the ass guy, I get it replying to 'William’s*', William Afton Ar ar ar ar

Next guy

That’s a whole ass final boss of twinks

Pfffff okay before I tell you more, do you or do you not think this is the guy who I would compare to azul

err no

you’re right

doesn’t give azul vibes from that stare He gives tiktok fuck boy

This is Liam Evans, he has the power to turn invisible from the curse of the Curious Cat (che'nya core), he is depressed and is so curious that he keeps trying to do things that would kill him

nvm i take back he’s cooler than any tiktok fuckboys

adfjhsflasjfhkdhkjlasfd HOW IS HE COOLER

Depressed Rizz or smth

Fair Next guy

sighs Sighs Sighs

what

Smash, sadly

ajdsalfjhkjasfd

IT’S THE LEANING ALRIGHT

that’s fine he’s the most normal boyfriend-wise of them all

BAHAHAHAH

if you ignore the pathological lying

All fictional husbands have to be a little insane its fine

His name is Harrison Gray, he has the power to tell when people are lying from the curse of the lying fox. He likes to read mystery novels.

I like him I want him

Lemme send you a NSFW pic if i can find one

WOOOOO

MC is a girl btw (L moment)

L MOMENT BUT HE’S FINE SO ITS ALR

next guy

Damn you thought you could slide in a french guy and have me not notice/j

HE’S ACTUALLY NOT FRENCH

AHAHAHAHAH

HE’S A BRITISH NOBLE

God bless

This is Lord Elbert Greetia, he is an Earl. He has the power to make someone see their saddest moment when he steps on their shadow (he has trauma from this). His curse is the curse of the Greedy Queen (Vil core). And he has an obsession with hoarding beautiful things (he is the yandere of the cast)

Dragon Core with the last one

dragon core omg you’re right I almost forgot this asshole’s name ;~;

HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASSHOLE

HE'S SUS (i still love him, but he aint a fave)

AHAHAHA

His name is Alfons Sylvatica, he can change people's perception by touching the nap of their neck and whispering in their ear. His curse is the magic mirror. He has probably fucked half the cast of this game.

Me personally? I think he’s cringe

OKAY BUT-

LOOKIT HIM

… Tempting

yes Exactly Next guy

NVM THAT ONES UGLY IM SORRY HE’S SCARY

adljhkfajkdfasdfafas

HE SCARES ME

I HATE HIM TOO DW

(Note: He grew on me since this convo)

HE’S WORSE THAN THE PREVIOUS I HATE HIM GET HIM AWAY FROM ME WHYS HE SO UGLY HE LOOKS LIKE HE’D HOLD AN ALPHA PODCAST

His name is Roger Barel, he can hear anything within 100m of him (selectively, so he wouldnt hear you fucking harrison). His curse is the traitorous huntsman (rook core but looks like trey). He drinks beer and wont stop flirting with Alfons' MC You see the resemblance right?

I hate that I see it Trey I’M so sorry you have to be compared to an ugly ass bitch

pffff Next guy

btw lemme know when you think someone might be the guy that reminds me of azul

emo He’s either really nice or manipulative ass

You’re right he’s def one of those

my bet has to be on the latest

wym

I mean he looks manipulative AGAHAHAH Sorry emo boy if you are not…

His name is Ellis Twilight, he has the power to bind people's hands together by tapping their head via the curse of the briar thorns. He is obsessed with happiness and will do anything to make someone else happy (once they have their happiest moment he will kill them) ([friend] likes him- [friend] is banned from playing the game for 2 more years tho)

Awe he's so sweet!!!! (What the fuck) AHAHAH

THIS GAME IS NSFW AND [friend] IS BB

AHSHS Yeah I could’ve guessed it was

like in alfons' route (unreleased rn) it goes so into detail-

I want him dead Negative rizz

AND ALFONS USES HIS POWER TO MAKE MC THINK THEY'RE LOVERS LIKE- IN CHAPTER 1 OR 2

BROTHER THIS GUY STINKS

Next guy

Is this the azul

There's only one more guy after this so i wanna wait until i send his pick before answering just so you know all the options What do you think of this guy

I like this one I would Bottom text Would He may look a tad bit evil but i’ll allow it

replying to ‘i like this one’, I don't (similar to crowley ah-)

OH A LOSER SO I LIKE THIS ONE EVEN MORE

This is Victor. We don't know his surname. We don't know his curse. We don't know his power. BUT HE IS THE DAD OF THE GROUP, dad jokes, cockblocking harrison and MC, magic tricks

(NOTE: I figured out what his power is since then-)

I want him

kskssksksks There’s like- no content for victor On tumblr

(NOTE: I found which tag the victor content is on)

I hate it here

Final guy

OH HELLO SAILLOOR

REAL

Is THIS the azul one

YES

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OFC

remember william-? he was one of my favorites? (one moment i need to get some images)

YEA

I’M MARRIED TO WILLIAM AND THIS GUY

HAHAHAHA WIN

HIS NAME IS JUDE JAZZA, he can put someone to sleep by tapping their forehead via the curse of the thirteenth wizard (idk why wizard, it's just malleus core-). HE IS A MOBSTER, A SADIST, AND HE GETS OFF BY BULLYING MC, I LOVE HIM He’s ellis’ boss btw

more like dude zaza BAHAHAHA

Jude and William are my husbands <3

Got two hands for the two of them

Jude legit would give you a check and tell you to write whatever number you want on it... but then make you work to pay him back for it. So he is sugar daddy, but also kinky William canonically would use his power on MC for sex while he's drunk So you like- Harrison, Victor and Jude?

responding to the william info, DAMN Nods

I’m gonna be doing harrison’s main story route after I finish william’s I’ll send you any nsfw or near nsfw ss i see

IM WINNING

#ikemen villains #ellis twilight #william rex #harrison gray #jude jazza #liam evans #elbert greetia #roger barel #alfons sylvatica #victor ikevil #twisted wonderland #honkai star rail #boothill #azul ashengrotto #trey clover #rook hunt #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #dire crowley

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bitemevanitas · 14 days ago

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𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

• I have been working a little bit more on my VNC fanfic lately, which I'm planning to post on AO3 this year

And since I've learned that I work best with a bit of a visual in front of me, I started drawing specific items from my fiction to envision them better while writing, which I wanna share now.

It's not much, but I really had fun drawing these! Almost like my own little concept art ♡︎

✔︎ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐦, the Crimson Gauntlet of Jeanne the Hellfire Witch, was forged by Marquis Machina for flame and wrath. Its searing touch embodies the unyielding will of a Bourreau, and delivers swift judgment to the cursed.

✔︎ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐞, which was once wielded by a Fang of the Queen, is a sinuous weapon and mirrors a serpent coiled in moonlight. Its sleek design ends in two venomous, fang-like blades that strike with absolute precision.

✔︎ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐦, a twin to Carpe Diem, takes the form of a black crow's wing where the outer feathers are razor-sharp blades. Once in the hands of a Bourreau, it was a harbinger of death, no less.

(...yes, I am aware that the wing on the picture is white, but as of now, I am far from done (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) )

✔︎ 𝐂𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐞, an arcane staff seen wielded by the Vampire of the Blue Moon (Luna), is a conduit of forbidden knowledge and alchemy. Elegant yet mysterious, it hides secrets older than the curse itself.

Espionage hums on delicate wings,

and among the shadows skitter two marvels of mechanical cunning:

La Mouche, or Buzzlock, a metallic fly no larger than a coin, has wings that whirr with near-silent precision. Tiny lightbulbs flicker within its copper frame—recording every whisper.

Marguerite Aragniée, also called Webley, is a spider of wrought iron and bronze filaments, with filament-thin legs and glowing eyes.

They are capable of crawling through vents and eavesdropping on secrets no man was meant to hear.

Together, they are the eyes, where truth is more dangerous than bullets.

(don't mind my little mistake, where i forgot the "e" in espionage...)

This is a new design for my first fully established OC of The Case Study of Vanitas.

Marcille (formerly Lucille) Beauchêne~

Her imagery is not fully fleshed out yet, although clearly, the picture also isn't finished. Marcille has white blonde/white-ish hair and eyes that are often compared to rose-quartz. Her color palette is supposed to contain a variety of green shades, pastel pinks and black.

Marcille's Mark of Possession depicts the shape of an orange dragonfly.

#vanitas no carte #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vnc #vnc vanitas #vnc jeanne #jeanne the hellfire witch #vanitas of the blue moon #vnc luna #carpe diem

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theidiotwitch · 25 days ago

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Decided to organize the hell out him. Anyways this is Liang Jinyu, the only son (for now) of Daiyu and Macaque. His title in the Golden City is "The Gold Prince", Daiyu’s title changed to "The Benevolent Queen" when Jinyu was born. The Golden City people worship and adore him for his calculated and wits like his mother. He has many many fans in the city, and he’s hates it, so dude goes to Megapolis to get away like Jizhu.

亮金玉, Liang Jinyu

亮- Liang (Bright)

金玉- Jīnyù ( 金, Jīn -> *Golden*) (玉, Yù -> Jade)

This little bastard is a cunning smart ass and reserved little guy to people he isn’t close with. And taking after a certain someone on ensuring MK’s life is a little hell. But he also can’t risk his little neice getting hurt so the two go out of their way to make sure she is unharmed via Jizhu gets downed easily. He is overprotective towards women because of what happened to his mother.

So if you ask Jinyu to hold your drink, he will murder someone that goes near him.

He kinda uses shadow magic although he is really rusty and barely uses it (only does to transport him and the Bad Trio) because it reminds him of his father. He prefers to use illusions like his mother. He cares for his mother deeply and if anything happens to her, he will go above and beyond to ensure it never happens again.

Daiyu raised him well and always expressed her devotion to her son but he still feels guilty, that he was born. Because instead of looking like his mother, he looked like his father. And he hates it. He feels he wont ever be good enough because of his father. He loathes him but can’t help but want to know him. A push and pull between hatred and love he wishes he received from his dad. His hatred for MK is simply because he is Wukong’s successor, and Wukong pushed Macaque to leave Daiyu in order to get revenge on him.

Yet, Wukong helped raise the boy but shh dont tell him, he would be so guilty.

And here is Jinyu color palette beside Macaque!

Yeah uncanny—Daiyu’s genes did NOT fight.

@marcu-bug

#artists on tumblr #original art #lego monkey kid fandom #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid oc #lego macaque #lego monkey kid macaque #lego monkey kid sun wukong #lmk ocs #lmk art #lmk oc #lmk oc lore #lmk oc art #lmk #lmk macaque #he has daddy issues #he looks like macaque omg #digital art #lego monkey kid oc

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sea-cakee · 30 days ago

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I love your ShadowBerry art a lot can I please have some more lore? Also if you want I can write you a fanfic for them

Here’s some art because you deserve it!💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ooouhh, hi, hello!! Sorry for the late reply, it does take me a moment to log here

Thank u for the compliment, I really enjoy drawing shadowberry!!

Im gonna be honest, I started liking this ship because they are both my favorites, plus they are queen (hollyberry) x jester (shadow milk) AND their colors palette looked fun to draw together. As for the characters themselves I like the way their personalities bounce off each other. Both being on the more cheerful side while also having their moral conflicts (like hollyberry representing the passion while shadow milk represents the deceit) to make things more interesting is just ooh so good! 💖💙

I wanna sit down and replay their stories to explore them more but I have been super busy so I only get to do drawings every once in a while.

Oh oh, if u ever write some fanfic for them please do tag me!! I would love to read it!!

Oooh that art is so pretty!! Thank u for showing me!! Love the colors on the first one

#ask #ty for the ask!#I do like talking about them even if it’s just for sillies #pls feel free to ask more or chat with me #I will say it makes a bit sad that this ship is not that popular in comparison to others beast/ancient ships but ah #that’s nothing new to me #I just gotta keep creating

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acourtofquestions · 9 months ago

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Throne of Glass series Hex color codes

for themes & etc. “Pantones”

by me :-) enjoy!

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nervocat · 1 month ago

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wof has me again but so does crk and that means putting the two fandoms together so here are what tribes I think the ancients + beasts are

Pure Vanilla — Skywing. NOW LISTEN TO ME ON THIS!!! I'm going based off their homelands etc etc and his reminds me most of skywings.. he's OBVIOUSLY a very gentle skywing. kind of an outlier but not rlly

White Lily — Mudwing. HEAR ME OUUUTTTT ON THISSS listen. Mudwing are very strong. She's very strong. Mudwing are gentle (if I can remember right). She's very gentle. Mudwings care very much for their siblings to where they would do literally anything for them. I think that's very wl. Other than that I don't rlly have a reason but I THINK THESE ARE VERY GOOD REASONS!!!! I also do think she'd be one w fire resistant scale (cannot remember what they were called) and use that to protect many. yeah

Dark Cacao — Icewing. He lives in the cold climate of earthbread like come ON. I feel his kingdom also actually fits the canon Icewing kingdom too bc I think the Icewing were closed off for a while?? If I remember correctly? It's been a while since I've read wof umm but yes he is an Icewing, MAYBE an Icewing/nightwing hybrid.. bc those did happen a lot I THINK and I think they both fit him color scheme wise and wof lore wise etc

Hollyberry — Rainwing. I was originally thinking a mudwing or seawing but they weren't very fitting other than the bulkier body type, so I thought a very strong Rainwing. She's colorful (pink..) and very energetic, which the rainwings weren't before Glory came around in arc one of wof, but I feel like she'd be the one to keep track of a lot of things, makes sure things get done etc etc and would be like.. an honorary queen?? Like not actually THE queen but other rainwings would go to her if not the actual queen :33

Golden Cheese — Sandwing. I feel it's pretty self-explanatory HELP. but yes. Sandwings (at least the royals) are very very greedy and they loove their treasures and jewelry. I feel like gc would be a big outlier in the sandwing royal bloodline bc instead of just careing abt physical treasure like jewels etc, she cares abt those and the other sandwings as well, which isn't super common w the sandwing royals

Mystic Flour — Sandwing. Her little realm or whtvr it was reminds me of sandwings, her color palette fits and idk.. her virtue kind of reminds me of the sandwings?? I don't have much else but she's very sandwing to me. A very pale one rather than the usual yellows

Burning Spice — Skywing. Listennnn to meee it's his color scheme and his brutal nature. The skywings during the war were big on arena fights and having the deaths be exciting and fun and not boring or what they've seen before etc etc and were also brutal. So there. He's a skywing but alsooo maybe a skywing/sandwing hybrid so it's easier to survive in what's essentially the desert but his is just.. spicy ....

Shadow Milk — Seawing. I rlly don't have any good reasoning I'm gonna be SOOO honest. Tho I will say the skywings (pv in this case) and seawings were enemies in the war sooo there's that too. um. I don't have anything else HELP

Eternal Sugar — Rainwing. She fits the rainwing stereotype so well HELP. She's the virtue of sloth, and the rainwings were said to be lazy and were lazy. She'd be suuuch a pretty rainwing omggndhx... like mostly pink but w natural white highlights and I KNOWWW rainwings can't canonically have black colors, but she can break the canon so she also has black scales among her pink and white ones. OSUHEHXHC I LOVE HERRR I CAN'T WAIT FOR HER UPDATE ANY LONGERRR

Silent Salt — Nightwing. NO we don't know much abt them but with inferring things, they're mysterious, they probably keep to themselves a whole lot with being quiet, they just fit the nightwing tribe too well to me

#ᗢ . meow!! checking in — yapping ﹒🎧#can you tell I made the ancients the outliers of the tribes. IT FITS THEM WELL TO BE THE OUTLIERS OK....#I also think it would be SO interesting if the beasts were animus' and that's why they went berserk or whtvr..#ABHDHDHD NOW I'M MAKING THIS A WHOLE AU HELPPP #OMG WAIT AND THE FACT THE ES AND HB ARE THE SAME TRIBE W ONE FALLING INTO THE STEREOTYPE AND THE OTEHR NOT #DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I'M GETTING AT HERE #OMGG WAIT imagine es having a pet sloth.. iugehshdh #also why were am and wl so hard to think of a tribe for UMMM

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antispopausandstuff · 10 months ago

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my SPOP universe pt. 1 - character bios ( very long, i'm sorry )

disclaimer // note - it'll be SPOP-focused, but i do take a 'few' things from the original show and implement them here.

preferred style(s) - ATLA // LOK, ROTTMNT, LMK ( s1-s4 ), Spiderverse, or Kill la Kill

( part of the reason for these styles is the VFX, battle coordination, and creature // environmental design, esp with vibrant media like Spiderverse, ROTTMNT, and LMK )

theme song - something akin to "The Call" by League of Legends or "The World That Ends in Three Days" by Koji Kondo, ROZEN, & Celica Soldream.

rating - PG-15 ( i'm not a writer for young children and don't handle things in a very kid-friendly way )

note - here's some gender // sexuality hcs of the characters, though it isn't all of them.

established changes:

the runestones don't exist

the cast is 18+ unless stated otherwise

roles will be changed for plot relevance or sense ( for ex, neither perfuma, entrapta, scorpia, spinerella, or netossa are royals )

the first ones are not evil

mara and adora are the only she-ras

most ships will remain noncanon

there's no white people here, sorry

cast ( pt. 1 ) . . .

Adora - Long Lost Princess of Eternia, Force Captain ( former ), Daughter of Hordak and Shadow Weaver, and She-Ra. 20 yrs old, 5'0, was abducted as an infant, from her home planet, and taught to be a solider for the Horde. raised by Shadow Weaver and Hordak ( it's separate care, not romantically coded ). unofficial caretaker of Catra.

she was raised to be very serious and no-nonsense like, always remaining calm and strategic in drastic situations to prevent the worst case scenario. due to this built-in stoicism, along with other factors, Adora struggles with interpersonal relationships and knowing her own sense of self, including what she is or isn't comfortable with ( such as unnecessary conflict ).

before She-Ra is even a possibility, the weight of the world was already bestowed upon her shoulders, and she sets on carrying out her duty to protect the world from those who wish to harm it.

beneath it all, however, Adora is a young woman who desires connection and peace. she secretly hopes for that to be her reward.

design would be inspired by Cal, Zav 1, Zav 2, Zav 3, and Fern ( blue guy ) by animatorroseoak, Midas by sleeepybacon, and with these details by me! outfit color palette would go from black and red to white, gold, and blue. just to clarify, though she is mythical, she'd still be afro-latino coded.

theme song - Song of Healing by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Glimmer - Princess of Brightmoon, Daughter of Queen Angella and King Micah, and Leader of the Rebellion. 19 yrs old, 5'6, was raised by her widowed mother ever since she was an infant. due to her lineage, she is a demigod and will likely live longer than the average Etherian.

ever since she was born, Glimmer's powers were too great for her body to handle, causing her to lose control very quickly, especially when her emotions were heightened. Angella brought her to Castaspella, her aunt and the greatest sorceress on Etheria, to teach her control and balance.

Glimmer has always been a bright mind with an even brighter personality, striving for excellence and success, and has never let her misfortunes, whether it be her powers going haywire or a plan not going through, weigh on her. at least, that's what she shows to her people and mother.

but, on the inside, she is actually very insecure over her lack of understanding of her own powers, what her mother thinks of her, and how she can handle being future Queen. afraid of change and what fate could hold for her, Glimmer is avoidant of talking about her upcoming role to Brightmoon, seeing Castaspella again ( they haven't talked in years ), or taking a break from her leadership in the Rebellion.

design would be inspired by Ube by kleahvii, Mika by kienan_lafferty, Marlowe & Buwa by sleeepybacon. high focus on the astral theming, with minor details of the angelic theme. i imagine her with either pinkish blonde hair or black hair with pink and blue ombre streaks. her species would be a hybrid of elf ( Micah ) and chimera ( Angella ).

theme song - Termina Field by Koji Kondo & ROZEN

Bow - Guardian of Whispering Woods, Friend of Madame Razz, Best Friend of Princess Glimmer's, Son of George and Lance, and Co-Leader of the Rebellion. 20 yrs, 6'0, is a runaway from home after a particularly bad argument ensued between himself and his family. he is a pacifist and uses his archery to assist, not to cause harm ( or, at least, irreversible harm ).

his reasons for running away aren't exactly known, even to Glimmer herself, and he always gives half-truths or not-necessarily-lies to anyone who asks about his family and history. but he is very open about his beliefs, his current living situation ( currently resides in the Whispering Woods ), and how he feels.

as the Rebellion's mechanic and stealth strategist, Bow uses his technological intelligence and creativity to aid his allies. he's proven time and time again to be reliable, intuitive, and thinking of just about everything. whether or not that's a good thing.

in contrast to his secrecy, Bow is open-minded, well-meaning, and has a very strong belief in kindness. after living in the Whispering Woods on his own for a few years, and experiencing hardships unbeknownst to anyone else, he aims to be the example for others that people weren't for him.

design would be inspired by Jequ and Agnes by dewfroq, and Earth-42 Miles Morales in Across The Spiderverse. i think i want to make him a cyborg-type of character.

theme song - Goron Lullaby by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Angella - Queen of Brightmoon, Mother of Princess Glimmer, Widowed Wife of King Micah, and Angel of Etheria. 47(?) yrs old, 7'5, her exact origins are unknown, even to her daughter. some speculate that she was born from a star or moon, others guess she is from a different dimension entirely. the only one who even had an idea was the late King Micah.

benevolent, calm, and wise, Angella has been Queen for longer than she has been anything else. in some ways, she considers that a blessing. in others, she considers it a curse. accepting her fate decades ago, the pain has dulled enough to be barely noticeable.

though most don't know it, she has lived way longer than almost any of the Etherians, having experienced more than the Horde's genocide and eventual war. maybe even the universe beyond Despondos.

her abilities align, though not rely on, with the moons and stars, especially with specific constellations. but, as Despondos has a lack of those constellations ( and there are much less stars in the sky ), Angella has not reached her full power in decades.

it's only to Glimmer that she shows her true self, the self that is curious, easily endeared, and overall heartful and passionate, which is a stark contrast to the all-knowing, mysterious, powerful being that is the Queen of Brightmoon. because of this, her daughter has a hard time explaining to others that her mother isn't as stonewalled as she appears.

design would be inspired by Lucifer by fourleafisland, Sera by idolomantises, and Lifegiver and Sold Adopt Design by sleeepybacon. she is a flight-based chimera that has a lot of astral and angel theming, with her facial features obscured by a secondary, smaller set of wings.

theme song - Song of Time by The St. Louis Ocarina Trio

Hordak - Emperor of the Fright Zone, Father of Adora, The 'Big Boss'. 55 ( appearance wise ), 6'7, his origins are about as unknown as Angella's. it's unknown if he even likes or dislikes to discuss it, as no one has dared to ask him about his life before the Horde.

having brought Etheria to its knees decades ago, Hordak is easily bored or disinterested in his surroundings, often indulging himself in sadism for entertainment. however, he does have a soft spot for his children, Imp and Adora, and finds enjoyment in their company.

when She-Ra comes around, he isn't all that irritated. in the beginning, at least. in fact, he's rather riveted by the new challenge. discovering her identity, however, made all the difference. now, he constantly has to pick between being a father and being an Emperor.

design would be inspired by Fei by cronchy_baguette, Jacks by par0llel, Unnamed OC by crazycomet107, and Miguel O'Hara Illustration by sairasays. his design would definitely be a mix of cyborg and beast, lots of predator and prey metaphors.

theme song - Elegy of Emptiness by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Shadow Weaver - Sorceress of the Fright Zone, Second In Command, Mother of Adora and Catra. 50(?), 5'11, was raised in the Crimson Waste, but ran away and became a student in Mystacor at a young age. after obtaining the dark arts, however, she was banished and considered a freak of nature. soon after, she was found by Hordak.

the 'freak of nature' title didn't leave, however. rather, Shadow Weaver had to embrace it in order to become immune, using her dark magic to protect and provide for herself and whatever or whoever she needs to succeed or gain power.

she keeps most, if not all of her relationships at arms length, paranoia and trust issues running deep. though this doesn't exclude her daughters, Adora and Catra, it's less so with them. even if it's for separate reasons.

after Adora turned on the Horde, this instilled Shadow Weaver's already unstable mindset and kicked it into overdrive. obsessive, aggressive, and erratic in behavior, she eventually becomes a danger to herself and others.

design would be inspired by Peter Pan & Captain Hook Illustrations by sairasays, The Heads and The Witch by kelpible, and Arek ( 3rd form ) by sleeepybacon. her design would be parallel to her life as Light Spinner.

theme song - Midna's Theme by Monsalve

Catra - Cadet of the Horde ( former ), Force Captain, Daughter of Shadow Weaver. 19 yrs, 5'7, was abducted as a toddler and taught to be a solider, though succession rates are varying. she was originally born in a Kingdom, but her memories are limited and she's rather uninterested ( or unmotivated, it's not clear ) in finding out where she's from.

as she was raised by Shadow Weaver, Catra became an odd mix of codependent, lazy, defiant and aggressive, borderline sadistic, obsessive, and jealous, driving away most people, which only solidified her unhealthy relationships.

once Adora left the Horde, she was no better than her mother, in terms of mental decline, and it was part of the reason why she became Force Captain. unofficially speaking.

design would be inspired by Eralisto by animatorroseoak, Bacon 1 and Bacon 2 by sleeepybacon, Cairo by cronchy_baguette, and Elliot by spam0_llel. i like to think her design becoming more and more feral // unhinged as she develops.

theme song - Majora's Mask by Koji Kondo & ROZEN

Scorpia ( Lynda ) - Force Captain, Ex-Warrior of the Crimson Waste, Sister of Octavia, Harbinger of Poison. 21 yrs, 6'3, a fighter with a tough exterior, but a gentle soul. once she gets to know you, anyway. in her time in the Horde, she has formed a bond with Octavia and knew of Catra and Adora, but hadn't met them personally until Catra becam Force Captain.

after running away from the Crimson Waste after killing the leader, Scorpia was recruited by Hordak for her strength and poison // paralytic touch. though, it wasn't exactly like she had a choice.

when meeting Catra, the two were at arms-length for a while, with Scorpia being a little off-put by the other's intensity in bringing Adora back. but, somehow, they eventually become friends. as much as they could be, anyway, considering the circumstances.

design would be inspired by Gora ( tall, dark-haired goliath ) by pen.lilixeesketche and Tora and Gabu by par0llel. i read up the original character's details and decided to have kind of a 'mish-mash' of the original and reboot ( not quite, though ).

theme song - Bolero of Fire by Giulio Capone

Entrapta ( Es'Tra ) - The Fae of Entanglement, Lady of Dryll, Heart of Technology. Late 40s ( forgot specific age ), 4'10, works for the Horde as their technician, isolated and muted, but finds comfort in the Emperor's company. when he has time for that.

no one really knows why or how she got there, but it's evident that she's chronically exhausted and has a habit of becoming hostile with those who don't respect her space ( it's how she met Catra one on one ). when she's in a better mood, however, she's more likely to talk, but not guaranteed, and shows to always have more knowledge than anyone would expect.

in the rare instances she's completely happy, Entrapta is very friendly, engaging, and there's an increased percentage she'll share technology // technological-know-how with you.

design would be inspired by Bitten Lady and Faubron by animatorroseoak, Eris by boots.oc, and Remi by par0llel. lots of plant cycle symbolism in her environments and hair.

theme song - Song of Storms by ROZEN

Double Trouble ( Rebekk ) - Diamond of Mischief, Multi-Mask, Fae of Deceit. Early 20s ( exact age is unknown ), 5'11, a busybody that absolutely hates the Horde, which helps them not give a damn about anything more than bare minimum privacy, and who also happens to be Glimmer's cousin, adopted by Castaspella.

when they're not busying spying on the Horde, Double Trouble spends time working on their own plays and shows or trying to play around with their peers, being a generally needy person that craves attention and validation. it's not hard to make them happy, though. usually, a simple compliment makes their entire day.

none of their family knows of their work, though. and they'd like to keep it that way.

design would be inspired by Rue by lizard_b.rain, Thraniavas by spidertams, Cantaluse by animatorroseoaks, and Original Character Animation by kelapabiru. a random design tidbit that doesn't really matter, i like to think their hair is dyed blonde, but they have brown // black roots.

theme song - Minuet of Forest by Giulio Capone

not all of the character biographies, not even close, but i'm currently working on pt. 2 as we speak, so that'll be out soon! probably will have a pt. 3 and pt. 4, though, there's a lot to go through.

thank you for reading! this and pt. 2 took forever.

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