#but if anyone wanted to draw this that would be cool

[onebadassunicorn]

All I Want Is You

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: argument/fighting, implied affair/cheating, angst

word count: 3.8k

Taglist: @firefly-forest @salvatoresister1 @daughterofthemoons-stuff @batboyslutt @tiredsleepyhead

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Chapter 7

Azriel POV

Azriel stepped into their home just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the rooms in dim, golden light. His leathers were torn, his knuckles bloodied, and his body a tapestry of fresh bruises and aching muscles. His shadows clung to him tightly, darker and heavier than usual, mirroring the storm inside him.

Y/n looked up from where she had been tidying the living room, her heart stopping at the sight of him. She was used to seeing Azriel bloodied and worn after missions, but something about his posture tonight—the tension in his shoulders, the way his wings drooped—told her this was worse than usual.

“Azriel,” she said softly, setting aside the book she had been holding and crossing the room to him.

He didn’t speak, his golden-hazel eyes meeting hers briefly before flicking away. His shadows flickered as if unsure whether to draw her closer or keep her at a distance. She reached for him anyway, her hand gently cupping his jaw.

“You’re hurt,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over the stubble on his cheek.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice rough and low. But his eyes betrayed him, the weight of the mission, the memories it had stirred, etched into their depths.

She didn’t press him. She knew better than anyone how Azriel dealt with his demons. He would tell her when he was ready. For now, he just needed her presence, her grounding touch.

“Come with me,” she said softly, taking his hand and leading him toward the bathroom.

******

Azriel POV

She filled the tub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender oil to soothe his frayed nerves. Azriel stood silently, his gaze fixed on the floor as she moved around him, her movements calm and steady. She helped him remove his leathers, her hands gentle as she peeled the bloodied fabric from his bruised skin.

When the tub was ready, she turned to him. “Get in,” she said softly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Azriel obeyed, sinking into the water with a soft sigh. He rested his head against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes as the warmth seeped into his aching body. She moved to leave, intending to give him some space, but as she turned, his hand shot out, wrapping gently around her wrist.

“Stay,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. “Sit with me.”

She hesitated for only a moment before nodding. She climbed into the tub in front of him, settling herself between his legs. Azriel immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

He exhaled deeply, his breath warm against her neck. “You’re all I need right now,” he whispered, his voice rough but soft.

Y/n relaxed into him, her hands resting over his arms as his shadows curled around them protectively. She could feel the tension in his body begin to ease as he breathed her in, his nose brushing against her hair.

For a long while, they sat in silence, the warmth of the water and the closeness of their bodies washing away the edges of his pain. She didn’t ask any questions, didn’t push for explanations. She simply was—a steady, grounding presence in the storm of his mind.

********

Azriel POV

When the water began to cool, she helped him out of the tub, grabbing a towel to gently dry him off. Her touch was soft and unhurried, her fingers lingering on the bruises and cuts as if she could heal them with her care alone. Azriel stood still, letting her tend to him, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with more emotion than those two words should carry.

She looked up at him, her lips curving into a small smile. “Always.”

Once he was dry, she led him to their bedroom. Azriel climbed into bed, pulling her down with him. As soon as she settled under the covers, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. He curled his body around hers, his wings draping protectively over them both.

Burying his face in her hair and shoulder, he breathed her in deeply, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. “I love you, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “More than anything. More than the stars, the shadows, or anything else in this world. You’re my anchor. My light.”

Tears stung her eyes at the raw sincerity in his words, and she reached up to rest her hand over his. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Azriel tightened his hold on her, his breath steadying as the storm inside him finally began to settle as they drifted off to sleep, tangled together in the quiet sanctuary of their love.

********

Y/n POV

The tension had been building for days, simmering just beneath the surface of every interaction between Azriel and you. It was in the way he lingered longer on missions, the way his shadows seemed more restless than usual, and the way your patience was wearing thin under the weight of his silence.

That evening, the storm finally broke.

Azriel stepped into your cottage, his leathers dusty and his expression tight. His shadows coiled around him, alive with the tension he carried. You stood by the window, your arms crossed and your face set in a storm of your own.

“You’re late again,” you said, your voice steady but laced with frustration.

Azriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I told you I’d be back when I could. I didn’t realize we were keeping score now.”

“That’s not fair,” you snapped, turning to face him fully. “This isn’t about keeping score. It’s about you constantly shutting me out. You’re always late these days. Do you even realize how hard this is? For me? For the children?”

His shadows flickered in response to your rising tone, swirling defensively. “I’m not shutting you out. I’m doing my job, Y/n. You knew what you were getting into when we started this.”

Your eyes flashed with hurt. “I knew you had responsibilities. I knew you’d be busy. But I didn’t sign up to be left in the dark while you bury yourself in missions and avoid your family.”

Azriel’s golden-hazel eyes burned as he turned to face you. “I’m not shutting you out. I’m protecting you—protecting all of you—from things you don’t need to know.”

“Protecting me?” You scoffed, your voice breaking. “From what? From you? I don’t need protection, Azriel—I need a partner. Someone who lets me in, who doesn’t leave me in the dark while he carries everything alone.”

Azriel took a step back, his shadows retreating slightly. “I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “I’ve spent centuries keeping people safe by keeping them away from the darkness. It’s what I am, Y/n.”

“Then you need to figure out who you are with me,” you said, tears brimming in your eyes. “Because this—this distance—it’s breaking us.”

Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides, his shadows swirling wildly now. He opened his mouth as if to speak but stopped himself, his expression hardening.

“I can’t do this right now,” he said, his voice tight with barely restrained emotion.

“Azriel, don’t you dare—” You started, your voice trembling with both anger and desperation.

But he was already moving toward the door, his wings flaring slightly as he turned back to you. “I need air,” he said, his tone clipped. “Before I say something I’ll regret.”

And then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

You stood frozen for a moment, the weight of his absence crushing you. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sank onto the couch, your arms wrapping around yourself. The silence of the room was deafening, your heart aching with the space he’d left behind.

You curled up on the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest and cried yourself to sleep.

*******

Y/n POV

The change in Azriel had been gradual at first—small things you had tried to brush aside. He began staying out later, his shadows more restless than usual, his answers clipped and evasive when you asked where he had been. He smiled less, touched you less, and the loving warmth that had always existed between you both began to cool.

At first, you told yourself it was the pressure of his work. Azriel had always carried his burdens quietly, and you had learned to give him space when he needed it. But as the days turned into weeks, you couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.

He was pulling away.

And then there was Elain.

The soft-spoken woman had always been around, a friend to the Inner Circle and a beacon of warmth in her own way. You had never felt threatened by her—until now. You began to notice how Azriel’s shadows seemed calmer when Elain was near, how he lingered in her presence, how his eyes softened in a way they hadn’t for you in months.

The final straw came when Rhysand pulled Azriel aside during a meeting at the River House. You hadn’t been there, but Cassian had told you what Rhysand had said.

“You’re about to screw up the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Rhys had warned, his voice low and filled with uncharacteristic anger. “Y/n is your mate, Azriel. Not Elain. The Cauldron doesn’t make mistakes. You’re letting your doubts poison everything you’ve built, and I won’t stand by and watch you destroy your family.”

But Azriel hadn’t listened.

When Azriel didn’t return home that night, your worst fears were confirmed. You stayed up all night, pacing the floors of your shared home, your thoughts spiraling into dark places. Azriella and Eryan had fallen asleep in your bed, their tiny bodies curled up around you as if sensing your distress.

By dawn, you couldn’t take it anymore. You dressed quickly, gathered the children, and winnowed to the House of Wind.

********

Y/n POV

The House of Wind was quiet, the usual bustling energy of the Inner Circle absent. You moved through the halls with determination, your heart pounding in her chest. You carried Eryan on your hip, while Azriella walked beside you, clutching your hand.

“Where’s Daddy?” Azriella asked, her wide eyes filled with confusion.

“We’re going to find him, sweetheart,” You said, your voice trembling but steady.

It didn’t take you long to find Elain’s room. The faint sound of muffled voices—and something else—came from behind the closed door.

Your heart stopped.

You pushed the door open without knocking, the sight before you hitting you like a physical blow.

Azriel and Elain were tangled together in the bed, their bodies bare and entwined. Elain was on top of Azriel, riding him while he gazed up at her, caressing her breasts. Elain’s soft gasps filled the air, and Azriel’s shadows flickered faintly around them. It was clear they had been at this all night.

You felt the world tilt beneath your feet. “Azriel,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Both Azriel and Elain froze, their eyes snapping to the doorway. Azriel’s golden-hazel eyes widened in shock and horror as he saw you standing there, Eryan in your arms and Azriella clutching your leg.

“Baby, I—” Azriel began, his voice hoarse.

But you didn’t let him finish. “Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. “Don’t you dare try to explain this.”

Rhysand and Cassian appeared moments later, clearly having sensed the commotion. When they saw what was happening, both men froze.

“Mother above,” Rhysand muttered, his voice low and deadly.

Cassian’s face twisted in rage. “What the hell, Azriel?” he snarled, stepping into the room.

Azriel scrambled off the bed, reaching for you. “I can explain—”

“Explain?” Your voice rose, your tears spilling over as you backed away. “You spent all night with her, Azriel! While your children were asking where you were, you were here.”

Rhysand’s expression darkened, and his power radiated through the room. “Azriel,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “Get dressed. Now.”

Cassian looked as though he was moments away from punching Azriel. His hands clenched into fists as he turned to you. “Do you want me to take you and the kids somewhere else?”

You shook your head, your legs trembling beneath you. “I’ll take care of it,” you said, your voice cracking. You turned to Azriel, your eyes blazing with fury and pain. “You’ve made your choice. Don’t come home.”

With that, you winnowed away, your heart shattering into pieces as you clutched your children tightly.

********

Azriel POV

The silence that followed her departure was deafening. Azriel stood there, his face pale, his shadows writhing around him in chaos.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Rhysand demanded, his voice sharp and filled with disappointment.

“I…” Azriel’s voice faltered, his eyes darting to Elain, who looked stricken. “I thought… I thought the Cauldron got it wrong.”

“Got it wrong?” Cassian roared, stepping closer. “Y/n is your mate! Your mate, Azriel. And you just threw her and your children away for—her?” He stopped himself, his gaze cutting to Elain.

Rhysand’s power rippled dangerously through the room. “You’d better hope she forgives you,” he said coldly. “Because if she doesn’t, you’ve lost everything.”

Azriel sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of his actions crashing down on him.

******

Azriel POV

Azriel stepped into their home, his shadows unusually subdued, curling tightly around him as if sensing the storm brewing in his chest. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the walls, but the house was eerily silent.

Too silent.

The usual sounds of laughter, tiny feet running through the halls, or Y/n humming softly in the kitchen were gone. The warmth he had always associated with this space felt drained, leaving behind a cold, hollow shell.

“Baby?” he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.

No answer.

Azriel moved through the house, his heart beginning to pound. The living room was untouched, but something was missing—the toys that usually cluttered the space were gone. He opened the door to Azriella and Eryan’s shared room and felt his chest constrict. The beds were made, but the shelves that once held their favorite books and toys were empty.

His shadows darted anxiously around the room, reflecting the panic rising in him.

“Y/n!” he shouted again, his voice breaking this time.

He rushed into their bedroom, but it, too, was empty. Her clothes were gone, the small trinkets she kept on her nightstand missing. The sight of the barren space made his knees buckle, and he sank to the floor, his hands clutching his hair.

She was gone.

They were gone.

Azriel’s shadows swirled wildly around him, a chaotic reflection of the turmoil inside him. He had done this. He had driven her away.

His eyes fell on a piece of paper folded neatly on the table. With shaking hands, he picked it up, unfolding it to reveal her handwriting.

Azriel,

You told me everything I needed to know this morning. I won’t let myself—or our children—be second to anyone. You’ve made your choice, and I’ve made mine.

Don’t look for us. Don’t contact us.

I hope you enjoyed your time fucking Elain. I hope it was worth losing everything.

Y/n

The paper slipped from his hands as he stared blankly at it, her words cutting into him like the sharpest blade.

His mate.

His family.

Gone.

Azriel stumbled to his feet, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. The weight of his actions crashed down on him fully for the first time. He had pushed her away, thinking he was following some misguided truth, and in doing so, he had lost everything that mattered.

He stood in the center of the empty house, the silence deafening. His shadows swirled sluggishly around him, as if even they had lost their strength. He clenched his fists, his golden-hazel eyes burning with tears he refused to shed.

He thought of Azriella’s laugh, the way her wings fluttered excitedly whenever she saw him. He thought of Eryan’s quiet, thoughtful questions, the way he always reached for his hand. He thought of his mate—her fiery spirit, her unwavering love, and the way she had always been his light in the darkness.

And he had destroyed it all.

Azriel sank onto the couch, his head in his hands as the enormity of his loss consumed him. For centuries, he had lived in shadows, and for the first time, he realized he had let those shadows blind him to the light he had been given.

“Mother above,” he whispered, his voice broken. “What have I done?”

But the house remained silent, offering no answers, no solace.

Just the crushing weight of his own regret.

********

Y/n POV

You jolted awake, your chest heaving as you sat upright in the couch. Your heart pounded like a war drum, the echoes of your nightmare clinging to you like a second skin. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for him—for Azriel—but the cottage was empty.

The dream had felt so real. The look in Azriel’s eyes as he held Elain in his arms, her straddling him as he fucked her, the moans she made, the look he gave her as she rode him, the devastation of coming home to an empty house, the note that cut your soul to ribbons—it all replayed in your mind, sharp and vivid. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched your knees to your chest.

“Azriel,” you whispered into the empty room, your voice trembling.

The front door creaked open. You heard the soft rustle of boots on the floor, the faint hum of his shadows reaching out to you as if sensing your distress.

“Y/n?” Azriel called softly, his voice carrying through the quiet house.

You couldn’t stop the sob that escaped your lips. A moment later, Azriel was in the living room, his golden-hazel eyes filled with concern as he took in the sight of you, trembling and tear-streaked. His shadows curled around you protectively, like they, too, were trying to soothe you.

“Baby,” he murmured, crossing the room in a few quick strides. “What’s wrong?”

You launched yourself into his arms, burying your face in his chest. His strong arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from whatever had hurt you.

“I had a dream,” you choked out, your voice muffled against his shirt. “It was awful, Azriel. You left, and—and you were with Elain. I walked into her room, and you were fucking her. The way you looked at her...You… you chose her over me and the kids. And then we were gone, and you came back to an empty house, and I—”

Your words broke into another sob, your body trembling in his embrace.

Azriel’s heart shattered at the pain in your voice. He tilted your face up, his thumbs gently brushing away your tears. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice steady and warm, “look at me.”

Your tear-filled eyes met his, and he cupped your face with both hands, his shadows still swirling around them like a cocoon.

“Baby,” he began, his voice thick with emotion, “that was just a dream. A terrible, awful dream. But it’s not real. It will never be real.”

You shook your head, fresh tears spilling over. “It felt so real, Azriel. I was so scared. I thought I’d lost you."

He pressed his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’ll never lose me,” he whispered, his voice breaking with the weight of his words. “Do you hear me, baby? Never. You are the love of my life. My mate. The one thing I waited for, longed for, prayed for, for centuries.”

Your lips quivered as you listened, your hands clutching his tunic tightly.

“I have spent my life in shadows, baby,” Azriel continued, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “And then you came along, and you were my light. You gave me a family, a home, a reason to believe I could be something more. There is no one else for me. Not Elain. Not anyone. Only you. Always you.”

Your tears began to slow as his words sank in, your chest heaving as you clung to him. “You mean it?” you whispered, your voice small and vulnerable.

Azriel leaned in, his lips brushing over yours in a kiss so tender it made your heart ache. “I mean it,” he murmured. “I would never sacrifice what we have, what we’ve built, for anyone else. You are my everything, baby. You, Azriella, and Eryan—you’re my world. Nothing else matters.”

You nodded, her fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. “I love you,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I doubted—”

“No,” he interrupted gently. “You’ve been through so much, and I haven’t made it easy. And then me leaving earlier when we were arguing didn't help. But we’ll get through this together. I’ll never let anything come between us, baby. I swear it.”

Your lips trembled as he leaned in, capturing them with his own. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, a bridge between the hurt and the healing. But it deepened, your emotions spilling over as you both clung to each other.

Azriel scooped you into his arms, carrying you to your shared bed. His hands traced your skin as if committing you to memory all over again, his lips murmuring apologies and promises against your neck. You responded in kind, your touch reassuring him that you were still there, still his.

Your lovemaking was slow, deliberate, and full of emotion—a reaffirmation of your bond, your love, and your commitment to each other. When it was over, Azriel held you tightly, his face buried in your hair.

“I’ll do better,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I’ll let you in, baby. No more walls, no more running away from arguments.”

“I trust you,” you replied, your hand resting over his heart. “We’ll figure this out together.”

He held you close as you finally began to relax, your breathing evening out as the nightmare faded into memory. Azriel kissed your hair, whispering soft reassurances until your tears were completely gone.

As you both laid in your bed, your head resting on his chest, Azriel’s arms remained tight around you. His shadows danced gently around you both, their protective embrace a silent promise that the light you both shared would never be extinguished.

And as you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, the shadows and light found harmony once more.

Chapter 8

[khaire-traveler]

any tips for being in the broom closet/having to hide your altars

strict parents suckkkk

Khaire, Nonny!

My apologies for the extreme lateness of this ask. 2024 was a horrendous year for me, and I couldn't keep up with asks. ^^;;;

I would recommend taking a look at some subtle ways to worship deities which I have here in this post! It's pretty basic, and you may find some things that are helpful to you. Worship doesn't always have to be a fantastical show of faith or an in-depth ritual; you can show your devotion through "little" actions, such as wearing jewelry you associate with a deity or listening to music that reminds you of them. There's honestly a lot you can do without needing an altar!

If you DO want a physical altar, however, something I've heard of is keeping small altars spaces under the bed and/or in a shoebox - and yes, keeping it in the closet as well. It's discreet and allows for your worship spaces to be safely concealed with your parents being none-the-wiser. You can also keep a journal dedicated to your deity where you write poems, prayers, or draw for them; you could even tape or glue images of their statues, temples, and other things into the journal as an added show of offering. If you're worried your parents will read said journal, someone once suggested writing it like a diary but addressed to the deity (ex: "Dear Aphrodite" instead of "Dear Diary") and claiming it was made as a "fan" of Greek mythology or Greek mythology-based media (you could use this excuse for a shoebox altar as well). It's not the most amazing excuse ever, and it may still incur backlash, but I've been told it's been effective all the same. You could also keep an altar space in nature, or have nature BE your altar. For many people, nature is a great way to connect with deities, especially those with domains in it. Plus, nature is good for our well-being, so that's an added bonus! In the case of having an outdoor altar, however just make sure to never leave this outside that could directly harm the environment or wildlife!

Outside of this, I would recommend giving a digital altar a try. These are altars you maintain online, be it dedicating a Tumblr blog to that deity or creating a Pinterest board for them. I've also heard of artists who have a dedicated digital drawing space for their deity, drawing something new on the page every time they wish to give an offering! You can even hold spaces for your deities in video games, such as in Minecraft or Stardew Valley. I've seen people create altars there for their deities in games before, and they turn out to be pretty cool (one person even had an altar to Haides in The Nether)!

It may feel hopeless at times when you have to hide aspects of yourself, but know that there are solutions and ways to practice your faith in secret effectively. I'm sorry you've found yourself in these circumstances. 🫂 I hope these options are helpful to you and others! If anyone has other suggestions, please feel free to share in the comments and reblogs. I hope your 2024 treated you well, Nonny, and I wish you the best in 2025. Take care! 🧡

[lavenderfairiez]

Frank: Jason, why does Leo call you "babygirl"?

Jason: ...

Jason: how about we stop talking for a while

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste!"

[itsmuffiiee]

ミ✰ BIRTHDAY EVENT! A SONA PARTY! ♪

🎊 toki! I'm Muffin! Let's celebrate by drawing our sonas in silly party outfits 🎊

For my birthday (Dec 2nd) I thought… what would be a better gift than getting to see so many diffrent sonas? Especially if it’s of my friends, moots and possible future friends! I designed a party version of my sona and am hoping others will draw their own sonas in outfits to match that aesthetic

The plan is to draw submitted sonas in a big drawing at the end of the event! If you’re interested feel free to read more but if not please reblog this post anyway so that others can participate!

How To Participate:

1. Reblog this post with the specific tag #RSVP so I know you’re interested! 🎉

2. Submit your sona design! I am gathering the designs beforehand to hopefully get a head start on the group drawing. You can submit a design by sending me an ask with a reference! Simply draw your sona matching the outfit shown below. It can be a quick sketch, I just request it be fully colored- Also please include height or approximate size plus any other important details in the ask!

3. Attend the magma! I will have a magma open Nov 29th - Dec 3rd where I’ll be drawing and doodling throughout the days ( this is optional! But feel free to join me! )

4. I will do my best to draw all sonas submitted to me before Dec 1st in a group photo!

Thank you for Reading! ☆

[dookiespooky]

A bunch of different version of this piece bc i couldnt decide which one i liked more :/

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: A digital painting of a Lego Bionicle Rahkshi facing left and stooped over as if tracking its prey along the ground. The background is black with a bright green vertical shape to contrast the character in front. The Rahkshi is holding its spear in its right limb, propping its body up with it as it holds its face close to the ground. It is rendered as a black metallic material with red eyes. Its hunched shape and angular spines stand out harshly against the green background. End Image Description.]

I got a rahkshi recently and wanted to draw it so here's this - kind of an experiment with studying a real life object and how to pose it into a interesting composition and then replicating the lighting I got tired of rendering this partway through however :P

[beatcroc]

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[stardestroyer81]

🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, Y'ALL!!! 🏳️‍⚧️

Just in time for this month's festivities, I've whipped up a set of seven pronoun pins drawn in the style of the North American Mega Man logo, as well as an additional eighth pin repping transgender rights! You can find them all over on my RedBubble store by clicking here!

(Pssst! If you would like to request a custom pronoun set pin in this style, feel free to DM me and I will add it to my store for you!)

[soul-eater-novel]

p42 「ま、まあそう言うなよ。生きてたんだからいいじゃねえか」 “H-hey, now. At least we’re alive, eh?” 慌ててビクトールは、森の外の村を指さした。 Flustered, Viktor pointed at the village beyond the forest.

「はら、あそこに村がある。あそこで聞きやあ、ここがどこだかすぐわかるぜ」 “Look, there’s a village over there. Let’s just go ask ‘em where we are.”

身体についた土を払って、ビクトールが立ち上がる。 He stood, brushing the dirt from his clothes.

皆もため息をつきながら立ち上がったーーとんだことになってしまった、とても言いたげに。 Everyone else sighed and got up, all looking as though they would have liked to give Viktor a piece of their minds, but had decided not to bother.

しかしティルを先頭にして、皆が村に向かって歩きだした時。 Tir begin to lead the party toward the village.

「え…？！」突然ティルが足を止めた。 But then he stopped suddenly. “Huh?!”

ティルのすぐ後ろを歩いていたクレオも、前方に視線を移したとたんに立ち止まった。 Cleo was right behind him, and looked to see what had startled him. She stopped dead in her tracks, too.

「あれは……」 “Isn’t that…?”

二人はそのまま、呆然と前を見つめていた。 They stood there, dumbfounded.

村から少し森に踏み込んだ辺りに、太めの針葉樹が立っている。 A large fir tree stood a little ways away from the village, near the forest.

その木の影から覗くようにして、一人の子供がティルをじっと見つめていた。 A child peeked out from the shadows of the tree, staring right at Tir.

鮮やかな栗毛に茶色の瞳、柔らかな頬に人なつっこい笑顔を浮かべた男の子。 He had bright chestnut-brown hair, light brown eyes, round cheeks, and an easy, friendly smile.

ティルはその子を、見たことがあるような気がした。 Tir was sure he knew him.

「ねえねえ、おにいちゃんたち？」にこにこと笑いながら、男の子が言う。「おにいちゃんたちが宝物を取りに来た人なの？」 “Heya!” the little boy called out. “Are you guys here to steal our treasure?”

男の子に歩み寄りながら、ティルが答える。 Tir approached him.

P43 [image!] P44 「宝物？ううん、違うよ」 “Treasure? No, not us.”

「そっかあ、よかった。おじいちゃんが怖い顔してるから、僕、ちょっと心配だったんだよ」 “Oh, that’s good. Gramps looked real mad, so I was gettin’ kinda worried.”

男の子が目を細めて微笑んだ。 The boy grinned so big his eyes nearly shut.

ティルは彼の言う宝物も気になったが、それよりも気になることがあった。 Tir did want to ask about the treasure, but there was one thing he wanted to know more than that.

男の子の前にしゃがんで、さらにティルは言う。 He crouched down in front of the boy.

「ねえ君、名前はなんて言うんだい？」 “Hey, what did you say your name was?”

「うん、僕はね……」 “Oh, I’m…”

「テッド！！こっちに来なさい！！」 “Ted! Come back here!”

突然響いた声に、ティルはどきりとして顔を上げた。 Startled at the sudden shout, Tir looked up and around for the source.

森に一番近い家の玄関に立った一人の老人が、怒ったような目つきでこちらを呪んでいた。 An old man stood at the entrance to the house closest to the forest, glaring at them.

「じやあ、おじいちゃんが呼んでるから」 “Oops! Gramps is calling me. Better run!”

「あ、ちょっと……」 “Ah, wait just a—”

ティルが止める間もなく、男の子は老人の方へ駆けだした。 Before he could stop him, the boy dashed off toward the old man.

老人はテッドと呼んだ男の子を家のなかに押し込むと、ティルたちをじろりと眠んて扉を閉ざしてしまった。 The elderly man pushed the boy called Ted into the house and, sparing one final glare at Tir and the others, slammed the door shut.

「ティル様。今の男の子、テッドと……」 “Lord Tir, he just called that boy “Ted”…”

背後で言ったクレオに、ティルは閉ざされた扉を見つめたまま答える。 Cleo said behind him.

「うん。これはいったい、どういうことなんだろう？」 “I know,” Tir answered, gazing at the door. “What in the world is going on here…?”

もしあの子が、僕の知っているテッドならーー ティルが思考を巡らす。 Tir’s head was spinning. If he’s the Ted that we know…

p45 僕とグレッグミンスターで暮らしていたテッドは、紋章の力で三百年間少年の姿のままだったはず。 When Ted lived with us in Gregminster, his body was still that of a young boy’s, as it had been for 300 years due to the power of the rune.

しかし、今僕らの前に現れたテッドは子供だった。 But the Ted I just spoke to was a child.

ということは……？そこまで考えて、ティルは愕然とした。 Which means…? Following that train of thought logically shocked Tir to his core.

あの子はソウルイーターを宿す前のテッド？！ This is Ted before he received the Soul Eater rune?!

すると僕らは三百年もの時を遡ってしまったということかー？！ And we’ve travelled more than 300 years back in time?!

「おいおい、二人とも、何を黙り込んでるんだよ？」 “Hey, what’s spooked you two?”

背後に響いたフリックの呆れ声に、ティルが我に返る。 Flik asked from behind them, jolting Tir back to the present.

「こ、ごめん。ちょっとあの子のことが気になって……」 “S-sorry. We were just surprised by that boy.”

「うん、ガキはともかく、お宝ってのは俺も気になったな」楽しそうにビクトールが言う。 “Yeah, that treasure he mentioned got me wonderin’, too!” Viktor chimed in, looking like he was having fun.

「とりあえずどうだ、ここがどこか聞かなきゃならんわけだし、今の家を訪ねてみるってのは？」 “Let’s go ask at that house to find out where we are!”

「そうですね、そうしましょう」やはりテッドのことが気になるのか、クレオも言った。 “Yes, let’s.” agreed Cleo, obviously wanting to know more about Ted.

ティルたちは足を速め、森からこぢんまりとした家が建ち並ぶ村へと出た。 They quickened their pace and entered the village, a smattering of houses cozily lined up.

村は山の中腹の森にあった。 The village was in a forest halfway up a mountain.

背後を振り返れば高い山がそびえ、正面の針葉樹森の向こうには広大な平原を見下ろすことがてきた。 Behind the village towered the tall mountain. To the front, the village overlooked a large, flat meadow, visible past the pine forest.

先ほど感じた肌寒さは、村が高い場所にあるからなのかもしれないーー I guess this place feels so chilly because it’s up high.

そんなことを考えながら、ティルは老人とテッドという名の少年が入った家の扉を叩いた。 Thought Tir, as he knocked on the door the the house the boy had gone into.

「あのう、少々お尋ねします」 “Sorry to bother you, but we just have a quick question.”

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