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[theblueeyedeagle]

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐫. 𝐄𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞,

Could you possibly do a freecam of the 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ending? Up to where Carlo is revealed at the end?

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Hello blue fairy friend!

I had tried my best but unfortunately the cutscene just after this is also pre-rendered and therefore unable to be explored. Alas, I have been thwarted again!

[kurishiri]

01 . . . william v.s. darius

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: none.

Today was what one would call a comfortable, ideal day.

Kate: Thank you for inviting me here, Will.

K: It really has been a while since we last visited the city. I’m really looking forward to it.

William: As am I. Besides——

W: The possibility of encountering something unexpected is another thing I do look forward to, perhaps.

The glance he gave me made my heart flutter...

Kate: I would assume there’s some reason why we’re going out to the street fair going on today, right?

...and I returned his look with a searching one of my own, seeing those lips forming a perfect arc.

William: It is a reward for a very clever and discerning little robin——

W: Ahh, before that, though, let us extend our greetings to our guest here.

When I followed his gaze, there I saw Darius, who was walking toward us with a bright, innocent smile playing on his lips.

Darius: Hello there, Sir Rex. I’ve been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to be able to chat with you.

D: Ahh, and to the little miss fairytale keeper as well. Hello there.

Kate: Hi, Darius. Were you taking a stroll?

Darius: It’s such a good day out, it would be a shame if I stayed holed up in the castle, you see.

William: So, it would appear the castle is slightly too cramped for your tastes.

Darius: Whoops, you got me.

D: The higher-ups here in the castle are so stiff and formal, I could hardly take it. In fact, it was getting a bit hard to breathe, so I came here to escape, you see.

Kate: I see, then——

I was about to invite Darius as well, when I suddenly realized something.

(That’s right, Will was about to say something a couple minutes ago too. If this outing has anything to do with a mission...)

I probably shouldn’t be the one to decide that, so I turned toward Will, only to find him staring at me with an amused expression.

William: It is as you wish, Kate.

Kate: Thank you.

(As always, he seems to know exactly what I’m thinking.)

Darius: What’s this now? Will you let me join your merry group?

Kate: Darius, how about you join us in going to a street fair?

K: Since you have come a long way to England, it would make me happy if you ended up enjoying London.

Darius: Well that sounds very interesting. Perhaps I’ll take you up on your offer.

A smile blossomed on Darius’ face in an instant, and the sight made Will narrow his eyes in response.

William: Alright then, let us share a carriage then to the fair, the three of us. [1]

—— In a carriage ——

William: So the other day, we took down a crime syndicate that committed a great many thefts,

W: and that organization would have impoverished children steal in exchange for a generous reward.

W: We have taken the children who have been used by them under custody and are supporting them now, but that is not to say we were able to completely wipe all the traces out.

Darius: ——I imagine many of those children would stain their hands with crime once again in order to survive.

D: And what better place to do so than a street fair, which is teeming with people?

D: That’s why you are going to patrol around, and should you find any child who may have relations to that organization, you will take them into custody...

D: I wonder, did my guess hit the mark, Sir Rex?

William: Straight in the mark. I would expect no less from you, director.

Darius: I’m deeply honored by your kind words.

D: Even so, though, going out to find the children who had been targeted...

D: It’s a little reminiscent to Versteckspiel.

William: Indeed, it’s fine to see this as a game of hide and seek.

W: After all, since you are staying in England for a period of time, I would like for the director of Vogel to have fun in this fair.

Kate: The fairs here in England are really fun, so I myself enjoy them too. Ah, look, we’re almost there.

When we got off the carriage in front of the fair venue, Darius’ eyes lit up at the scene before him.

Darius: Wow, it’s so lively here. Ah, what are those wavy things?

Kate: Those are garlands the people have decorated the city with. They’re all handmade, so they come in many different shapes.

Darius: Ohh, then are those flags also garlands? They have such an interesting shape. And there are so many shops I don’t know where to even start.

D: They’re a tad different from the festivals over in Germany, but the excitement never changes for any festival.

Darius’ eyes wandered around everywhere with interest, and his frolicking had a very innocent air.

(I’m glad he’s having fun. Just seeing him makes me happy as well.)

William: It seems like he is having a good time.

Kate: Right? I’m glad I invited him. Ah, look, there’s a pie wagon coming!

William: Would you care for some berry pie, director?

Will and I went to buy enough pies for three people, offering one to Darius.

However, once he took the pie, he only stared down at it, not bothering to eat any of it.

William: Oh? It is considered bad manners to eat while you stand. Or perhaps…

Without putting on any airs, Will grabbed his own portion and took a bite.

At the sight of him chewing and swallowing, seeming to enjoy the taste, Darius widened his eyes.

William: If you were worried that poison had been mixed in, let this be proof that it is a groundless worry.

Will wiped the berry sauce on the corner of his lips with his thumb, smiling as he met Darius’ gaze.

Darius: Ahaha, to think you would fulfill the role of a poison taster of your own volition… it’s almost wasted on you.

D: But, that is also groundless on your part.

D: I am actually quite good, you see, at eating with bad manners.

The next moment, he took a large bite out of the pie, stuffing his cheeks.

Kate: Oh, you’ve got cream all over your mouth.

Darius: Hmm? It’s fiiine. Here, why don’t you have some, too, miss fairytale keeper? It’s scrumptious.

Darius paid zero mind to the fact that cream was on his face,

and seeing him munching so happily——

I remembered how he had mentioned that the castle felt a bit cramped.

(So right now, I would like it if he can spread his wings out as far as he can.)

Seeing the two before me so casually eat away, naturally my cheeks started to relax.

With a liberating feeling, I also took a large bite out of my pie.

Kate: Mm! It’s really good!

(Ah, come to think of it…)

Kate: Darius, you mentioned that you like foods that are either hard to make or hard to obtain, right?

Darius: Huh?

Kate: Those types of things don’t seem to be around here, so I will try to find some again next time!

Darius: Oh wow, so you remember the things that others have said very well.

William: Our little robin here is one to take actions for others; it is one of her virtues.

W: This pie as well, I see you have chosen my favorite flavor.

Kate: Yes, as I don’t make a mistake when it comes to whatever you say tastes good.

Darius: Ah, you like strawberries, don’t you, Sir Rex?

William: Oh? How did you know?

Darius: Is it not natural to do some research on the people you want to get along with?

William: Ahaha, your ardent words are loving music to my ears, director.

W: Actually, I am in the midst of unraveling the mystery that is you.

Darius: Oh? You are?

William: Indeed, I have come to learn a variety of things about you in this short time we’ve spent together.

W: Such as how you so heartily eat pie, among other things.

Darius: Ahaha, you aren’t wrong about that.

William: If the little robin hadn’t invited the director on this outing, such would remain a mystery. So thank you, Kate.

Kate: If you would like to give thanks, it is better suited for the ‘coincidence’ of meeting Darius right before we left.

K: Besides, I feel the same. I would like to get to know you more, Darius.

When I turned toward Darius, his entire face was smiling.

Darius: So you would like to get along more with me, miss fairytale keeper. I’m delighted to hear.

D: Let’s play together and get along much, much more, okay? And Sir Rex as well.

William: You can call me William.

Darius: Then you can just call me Darius. And miss fairytale keeper, that goes for you too?

Kate: Huh, is it really alright for me to call you Darius as well?

Darius: Why, of course. There’s no need to get so caught up in formalities if we’re going to get along with each other, right? So call me Darius, okay?

Kate: Okay then, Darius. I’ll do that from now on!

Then, William extended a hand to Darius.

William: We welcome you to England.

Smiling, Darius exchanged a handshake with Will.

Darius: Thank you. I hope next time you’ll find a time to come visit us in Germany.

D: Of course, that goes for both Crown… and the little miss fairytale keeper.

—— Scene change ——

While enjoying the lively festivities in contrast to the everyday, we could hear a notably loud shout of joy.

Darius: Hm? What are they all doing over there?

With our interests piqued, we headed toward the area where people were gathered, and——

Kate: Oh, they’re throwing horse shoes.

Darius: Ohh, it looks so fun. Now I want to try it.

William: Well then, I may participate as well.

Darius: Ah, then how about we have a match?

William: I don’t mind. I do imagine having a reward for the winner would make this match even more interesting as well, but…

Darius: Then how does miss fairytale keeper here sound for a reward?

to be continued…

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NOTES:

[1] Will says [ひとつ共有してお��う] (hitotsu kyouyū shite okō), which means “sharing one”... thing... in order to like stay as a three man group at the fair. I just assumed he meant a carriage, as the next scene takes place in a carriage, but I may be wrong here.

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Iris: Is this your move then? You invite women back to your place to check out your record collection? Ezra: [shrugs] I work with what I have. Iris: Not even properly displayed, just thrown on the floor. Ezra: They’re not thrown— [exhales] Are you going to spend the whole night criticizing me? Iris: I might. It’s kinda my thing.

Ezra: Ahh. Okay. I think I get it. Iris: Get what? Ezra: You. Iris: Oh really?

Ezra: Mhm. You criticize people to keep them on the defensive because it keeps the spotlight off you. It’s a clever way to avoid being vulnerable, but I can’t imagine it serves you well. Iris: Ooh someone took a semester of psych in college. Very impressive.

Ezra: Two semesters, actually. Iris: Even better. Ezra: How about you put on a record, and I’ll pour us some wine, and then we can relax on the couch while you tell me something about yourself. Something real. Iris: Well, I won’t turn down the wine.

Iris: Okay. So, what do you want me to tell you? What qualifies as “something real”? Ezra: Hmm… Are you close with your family? Iris: I am, yeah. Ezra: What are they like?

Iris: My parents are very kind and generous people. My mom genuinely loves everyone she meets, it’s the weirdest thing, but it’s true. My brother is like that too, loves people. Ezra: How many siblings do you have? Iris: Just the one. And, honestly, I think he’s my best friend. He’s the one person I can talk to about anything.

Ezra: That must be nice. Iris: It is. What about you? Are you close with your family? Ezra: Not as close as I used to be. My parents are quite conservative and… traditional. We don’t see eye-to-eye on much these days.

Iris: What about siblings? Ezra: I have three older sisters. They’re all married with children, so I have eight nieces and nephews. I haven’t seen them since moving here. They’re all busy and far away, you know how it is. But I try to send them gifts for their birthdays and Winterfest.

Iris: Eight? Wow. Do you like being an uncle? Ezra: Yeah, it’s great. Iris: My brother and his husband are having twins, so my first niece and nephew are on the way. Ezra: That’s exciting, you’re gonna love it.

Iris: Is it hard being away from your family? Ezra: Sometimes. I’m happy here, but I do miss them, and I miss being surrounded by family all the time. Iris: Well, if you ever meet my mother, I’m sure she’ll adopt you straight away. It’s what she does. Ezra: Sounds good to me. When can I meet her?

Iris: [wrinkles her nose] Bit soon for that. Ezra: Yeah, probably. But it does feel like we might have something special here, you and me. Don’t you think? Iris: Yeah, it does.

Iris: But, um [sighs]… Look, my last relationship was… bad… so I’m gonna need to take this slow. Ezra: No problem. We can take things as slowly as you need to. Iris: Thank you.

Iris: I should get home. Ezra: No, it’s late. You can stay here tonight. I’m happy to sleep on the couch. Iris: I can’t. I have an early appointment. Ezra: Alright. Do you want a ride home? Iris: No, I’ll be fine, I promise, it’s not far.    Ezra: Are you sure? Iris: I’m sure. Maybe I can stay over tomorrow night, if you’re free. Ezra: I’d like that.

[whiskeyskin]

Easy

Premise: During their first night together, Astarion muses how disgustingly easy this seduction will be.. right? Right..? 👀😬

• Astarion x f!Tav • M rating •

Astarion!POV, dissociation, mutual handjobs, bloodplay, improper use of tadpoles, confused erections, guilt, loathing.

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This is almost too easy, Astarion thought to himself as he leaned in to kiss her.

His mind had automatically retreated into himself the moment he scented her presence, reversed into the well practised charade he'd played for tens of decades.

She was the perfect prey.

She was a bleeding heart. A filthy do-gooder. Thank the gods she couldn't see him rolling his eyes every time she stopped for a stranger.

Well, apart from when she'd stopped for him..

He picked her up and felt himself press her against the tree, continuing to kiss her. She wrapped her arms and thighs around him and squeezed him tightly, running her hands along his shoulders and the sides of his neck. He flinched when she grazed the marks from Cazador's bite but passed it off as a gasp from his desire.

He had to admit; she wasn't all bad but he couldn't be sure of her dedication to him and his cause. Not without devotion beyond a shadow of a doubt. He had to woo her, far beyond what he'd ever done before.

He had to be clever about this. Seduction was a sprint, whatever this was would be a marathon.

Tav smiled and traced her teeth over her bottom lip. She was very beautiful. It was less of a chore when they were attractive.

Her eyes were flitting over his face, Astarion kept his flirtatious smile ever present.

"Would you like to feed on me when we have sex? I assume you've never done that before?" She offered with a suggestive tilt of her head, exposing just enough of the taut flesh of her neck.

A jolt of something he didn't quite recognise zapped through his body like a Witch bolt and Astarion's flawless smile faultered. His flaccid cock twitched and began to ache, rapidly growing.

His body tensed at the reaction. This never happened. He could count on one hand how many times he'd naturally gotten hard - as natural as it was for a dead man to get hard, of course.

The surprise on his face must have been abundantly apparent, as Tav smiled brightly with a cheeky glint.

"I assume that's a yes, then?" She chuckled, her eyes dipping down between them to his rigid member, beginning to roll her hips against him, her wet folds lightly teased his swollen member as she undulated.

Astarion chest felt tight and his eyes rolled back unexpectedly at the delicious feeling.

Suddenly, he found himself falling backwards, as Tav pushed herself off the tree.

Now in ordinary circumstances, he would have been able to save himself and them and soften the blow. However, seeing as 1, he wasn't expecting to be falling and 2, was suddenly filled with a need he'd not experiened in quite some time; they both fell unceremoniously to the floor, reeling from the impact.

"Ahh, my fucking knees!" She cried, laughing and hissing in pain.

"Your knees? What about my back? You just threw us on the floor, you idiot!" He spat at them, a dull throb radiating.

Tav started to laugh, "I'm sorry! I thought it would be sexy. Ow, myfuckingknees." She covered her mouth, still chuckling and sat straight upwards, her warmth settling on top of his confused erection.

"Are you okay?" She giggled, placing her fingertips gently on where his heart was.. where it used to beat.

If he had breath to hitch, it would have.

"I'm alright." He shrugged off, "it's lucky the ground's soft around here." He swallowed, "Are you alright?" He asked, realising he should show concern.

"I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting smashed knees and tree branches up my arse is all." She smirked in faux pain.

Astarion let out a loud and unexpected "Ha!" at the comment and gave her a genuine smile.

"Just to preface, I wasn't expecting anything up my arse tonight. You don't get those goods out the gate, Mr. Vampire. No matter how pretty you are." She said plainly, with a hint of amusement.

"Spawn. Get it right, or don't get it at all." He countered.

"Ooh, I do apologise, Mister Vampire Spawn Saer. I prostrate before thee, how could seek thy forgiveness?" She flourished her hand in a mock bow.

He gripped her quickly, and flipped her with new found vigor. She gasped and giggled as they rolled.

Now encased below, he crawled up the length of her body, "Well, I can think of one way." He lilted playfully, as he braced his hands by her head.

She smiled again, relaxing into the position, before offering her neck to him.

For the second time that night a jolt of something he didn't quite understand coarsed through him, it settled low and hungry in his belly. His cock swelling back to size, laying like a snake wait on her soft stomach.

He couldn't figure it out. Figure her out. This wasn't how it normally went.

His usual feelings of disgust and loathing would sit in his throat, like bile. Would grip his haunches and made him recoil, make him feel like he was the lowest creature on the face of Faerûn.

Despicable. Foul. Vile.

But this new feeling, this desire, this.. need? Was completely foreign to him.

Tav pulled him from his thoughts with her gentle touch, which he flinched from unconsciously.

"Hey, you alright?" Concerned furrowed her brow as she gazed up at him, moon and starlight reflected in her gaze.

His veneer slide back into place, "Of course darling, just thinking of all the ways I can make you cum." He reached between them to pinch a nipple, she gasped, to which he silenced with a deep kiss.

It wasn't his fault. This is what he had to do. What he was good at. What he'd spent so many years doing. Perfecting. But this would be beyond that.

He needed to her to fall so deeply in love with him that she'd never betray him. That she'd die for him, sacrifice herself for him, so that he might survive Cazador's impending attempt to drag him back.

To do that he had to: seduce her, sleep with her numerous time, make her orgasm so hard she wouldn't be able to move. He'd have to use his most advanced moves to assure this mission's success.

He would manipulate her so convincingly, that she would willingly fight a Vampire Lord to protect him. That was a tall order. Depending on how long he had to work on her.

He made people fall in love with him in an evening. This shouldn't be that much harder. He'd have to-

"Bite me, Astarion." Tav breathed against his mouth, and his mind stilled.

It was like he'd walked into a solid brick wall. Something hot and eager flushed him.

He came back to his body with two fingers stuffed inside her tight cunt, her warm juices spilling on to his hand and his cock limply hanging between his legs.

Clearly he'd been busy while he'd stepped away from the reigns.

Her words echoed through him like a gong reverberated through a temple.

He pulled his lips back and bared his fangs to her, tightened every muscle in his body.

He knew how delicious she was, how rich and delectable she was. And now he knew how emotions flavoured the blood; her anticipation and nervousness the first time, the relaxation of the following times, the fear of the bandits he'd drained to death on the battlefield. All of them tasted different.

Gods, what would arousal taste like.. desire.. orgasm..

"You're a shit Vampire, Astarion, honestly. Oh, Vampire Spawn. Let's not forget semantics." She teased, biting her lip.

"Well, you're a-" He had nothing. He had blood on the brain, and his cock apparently wanted cunt.

Her muscles clenched down on his digits as she laughed, "Good one, Star."

"Oh, shut up." He snarked with a grin, that she replied with, as he finally pierced her skin and tasted her decatent blood.

She hissed and clenched around his fingers again, as he removed his teeth from the puncture points to release her blood.

It filled his mouth, rushing out of her in spurts. He drank deeply, tasting her excitement. It tasted citrusy, bright and sharp on the tongue, then it changed to deep berries, rich and warm. Her delicious blood coated his throat and nourished his body, as he swallowed her down.

He began pumping his dexterous fingers inside her again, his thumb flitting over her clit. She gasped again and brought her hands to grasp his neck and shoulder.

She moaned and twitched under him, "Ah, ah-starion. That feels.. ngh.. don't stop."

He hummed and shook his head in agreement against her neck. There wasn't a chance he was stopping. There wasn't a chance he could.

This felt fucking amazing. Tasted like pure heaven.

He was painfully hard. The blood he was draining from her filling his cock with sensations.. divine, eye-rolling sensations.

Limitless freedom, hedonistic pleasure. A heady high that had him groaning against her skin.

She writhed her hand between them, towards his thick member. It would be awkward but gods he needed her to touch him.

He'd never needed anyone's touch more than hers at this precise moment.

He pushed his hips up higher wantonly, to allow her more room. She grasped his cock within her grip and immediately started pumping.

He broke the seal of his lips against her flesh, gasping and panting. The cool air of the night a stark contrast to the warmth of her blood dripping down his chin.

"Oh gods, Astarion." She keened beneath him, digging her nails into the muscle of his bicep with the other hand.

He gasped against the overwhelming bombardment of sensation assailing him; the taste of her blood, the smell of arousal, the burn of desire, the delicious friction of her hand.

It was wrong, wasn't it? Feeling good during sex? It wasn't supposed to feel this way. It wasn't meant to be enjoyable. It never had been before..

But gods it was now. It was almost too much.

His hand moved of it's own accord, practised for years in the art of autopilot; finessing between curling his digits stuffed inside her tight pussy and his thumb fluttering over her clit. And thank that gods, because he was not present. For an entirely different reason this time.

He whimpered, mouth agape, thinking blood coating his tongue. He was in a state of total and unexpected euphoria. Nothing mattered except remaining forever, in this moment, in this clearing.

Feather light touches brushed against his mind, seeking connection.

Astarion flinched at the intrusion, "What are you.. doing?" His mind's voice irritated and desperate.

"Going to cum.. soon. Collective ecstasy.. remember?" She replied, her's tense and full of revelry.

Astarion swallowed, latent blood flavouring his tongue. His face tensed, unsure.

He looked down at her face. Gods, she was close. The throes of pleasure evident on her beautiful face, bathed in the moonlight. It hit low in his belly, tightening his testicles.

It would be fun to use these parasites for something as debauched as this.

Those tentacled freaks wouldn't expect that, would they?

He allowed her to enter his mind, just a little. Only to be blown backwards by the rush of orgasmic energy that blazed towards him like a Thunderwave.

The storm that was roiling inside her, the building crescendo, the sheer desperation to cum. It paralysed him. It tangled within him. It wrapped itself around his cock, his hips and thighs. It painfully pinched at his nipples. It delectably nibbled at his ears.

"Gods above!" He spluttered, knocked completely off his guard.

His own orgasm rushed to meet her at the precipice, his body straining at the surge of endorphins.

He could almost see her, stood at the edge of a great ravine that dropped into nothingness. She reached her hand for him. His fingertips touched hers.

"I can.. hold on.." she muttered, weakly. He clasped his hand to hers, above her head, on the forest floor.

"No.. cum.. cum.. with me.." No later than he'd uttered the last word, he felt her walls clench around him.

Their hands entwined on the edge of the swirling void. She let out a deep exhale and willingly fell backwards into the abyss, and he was unable to - refused to - fight it.

Free fall..

Silence..

Peace..

And for the first time in over 200 years, he actually looked into the eyes of the person with him. Her reverent gaze pierced through his sorry façade, his pain and his suffering.

It was like time had slowed.

He saw her in two realities. This one; where he loomed over her, fingers in her cunt and her hand wrapped round his cock. And the other; the leap of faith, the never-ending galaxy around them, their hands grasped so tightly.

Hers hit a moment before his. The bow string released, a spell's magic unleashed.. the storm overcame them both.

Her pupils flashed and dilated, her face flushed and strained, as she came on his fingers.

"Astarion." She whispered, smiling in absolute, unbridled euphoria.

She looked deep into his eyes, and never strayed her gaze, as her orgasm lashed through her.

Looking into her eyes, with a roar that died in his throat, hot, thick ropes of cum spurted from his pale, undead cock. It shot up her gorgeous, soft body and coated her fingers.

He felt her cunt flood with her juices, staining his palm, as she called out his name like a song.

She bucked and writhed, face contorted in ecstasy. His own pleasure causing him to thrust and jerk, veins in his neck tense and popping from the sheer force.

He collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

There they lay in stunned, post-orgasmic bliss for what seemed effortless hours, when it fact only moments had passed. The muscles in his legs twitched, as he came down from the high. His hearing returned to him, after the thumping of her rushing blood slowed inside him. Her hard breathing softened to laboured exhales. His eyes growing heavier as Reverie beckoned.

Still collapsed on top of her, she stroked her thumb across his shoulder.

"I would call that collective ecstasy." She whispered with smile against the sweat sodden hair stuck to his temple.

He huffed out an exhausted laugh, and she pressed a kiss, to which he reciprocated in his delirium.

"I would call that a miracle." He mused, lifting himself up and peeling his chest from theirs.

He cast his eyes down on the sacrilege between them. His cum glistened in splotched patches up their stomachs and chests, where he'd collapsed after orgasm.

"Oops." He said, without a morsel of regret.

"Eh, comes with the territory." She shrugged, waving their hand and muttering the somantics for Prestidigitation.

Astarion let out a groan and rolled off her, to the ground. He was utterly spent. It had been a very long time since sex had tired him this way. Well, it hadn't even been sex.

Tav rolled onto his chest, laying her head down and letting out a big sigh.

"That was interesting, huh? Using the tadpole's connection?" There was a tease of intrigue in her voice.

"I can imagine that's not what the Illithids had in mind when they implanted us with them." He said, flippantly amused, bringing his arms to hold them.

There was a pause.

"Were you there with me? On the edge of that terrifying expanse?" Their tone was cautious but curious.

Astarion's brows shot up his face, "You saw it too?"

"I thought it was my imagination but I felt you, felt your hand holding mine," she moved her fingers to finesse his hand into the correct position to hold hands like before, "I had to know if it was real."

A twang of guilt ricocheted through his chest.

There it was. That old familiar feeling.

"Of course it was, darling." His voice was thankfully more convincing than his expression.

She smiled against his skin, pressed a kiss and let out another contented sigh, as she settled back into his embrace.

Despicable. Foul. Vile. The lowest creature on the face of Faerûn.

He sighed through his nose, his body tense with undeniable self-hatred.

Yes, this would be easy.

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Mail Call #3

Answering comments from @void-the-bear @railway-lands @keabirb @ilikebookssomuch @chezgorman @cartoons-everywhere @dragonra305

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Thank you, to all of you. It makes me genuinely happy to know that I'm able to put something into this world that other people can enjoy. I think this is a great setting that is fun to add to.

Doing a Wings of Fire-themed run of this Smaugust challenge has been very interesting and it's good that the result appears to be well-received. It's not always been easy, I'm actually getting quite exhausted having to post content on a strict schedule like this. But it is worth doing if it makes people happy.

Relating to my comment on this post. I probably will do it eventually, along with some other ideas I had that didn't fit in. But it won't happen while Smaugust is still going, as I am already skirting the limits of what I am physically capable of right now.

Ahh... hm... This is the question that has toppled mountains and started wars. You're going to get hit squads sent after me.

Well, there is the big one, of course. Qibli/Winter. They have such wonderful chemistry whenever they are in a scene together (with one pretty upsetting exception). And Qibli is always teasing him about being his destiny and the two of them getting married, so I think there is some attraction there.

Then uh... I used to feel completely ambivalent about this one, but Starflight/Fatespeaker has really grown on me over time. There's a lot of interesting potential there that doesn't really make it into the story. I need to make a long-winded post about Fatespeaker one day.

Blaze/Glacier is another one that could be cute. I think putting a repressed Icewing together with a highly eccentric and rambunctious Sandwing is going to be a winning combination most of the time. Or well, I guess I should say "could have been cute", since Glacier had to die for the plot, in a very wretched and infuriating way too.

There are a couple more that I think have their moments or could be interesting in one way or another. Some of them even contradicting or overlapping each other. Listing all of them would probably be a bit excessive.

Oh yeah, and I think Sunny is ace.

Ah, a question that'll make me put someone else's favorite character at the bottom of a preference list... After the shipping question I'm starting to fear for my life now.

Let me preface this by clarifying that I generally like all of the DoD. There are some characters in this setting that I loathe and wish they would exit the story, and the arc 1 protagonists are nowhere near that. So being ranked low here translates to me saying "Yeah, they're okay, room for improvement", not "wow, they're the WORST!"

Okay whatever, let's get down to it.

#1 - Sunny

That one's easy, I mean, just look at the pinned post on this blog.

Sunny is so wonderful and charming and perfect in every conceivable way, she is one of my six all-time favorite characters. She is the flower that blooms in the bitter desert. A lot of people may perceive her as this demure and innocent character who is always happy and friendly, and oblivious to the suffering around her. Nah, Sunny knows exactly what is going on. She is keenly aware of all the bloodshed, suffering, and toxicity that unfolds in the world around her. When she remains optimistic and forgiving in the face of darkness, that is not her being meek or passive, it's her steadfastly refusing to let that darkness into herself. She is actively embodying the change she wants to see in the world, even when it hurts her or gets her taken advantage of, because that is what she believes in and the future she will create.

That's pretty inspiring. I wish I had that kind of inner strength.

Also, she is not weak. While she's not a powerhouse scrapper like Tsunami or an invincible stack of bricks like Clay, Sunny strikes quickly and without hesitation when her friends are in danger, and can be deviously clever. This is often overlooked, but she is--to my knowledge--the only character to land an attack on Morrowseer that comes close to actually hurting him.

Well... you got me rambling about Sunny. Let's go through the others more briskly.

#2 - Starflight

I like Starflight a lot. Unfortunately the story really doesn't. He is like, the unluckiest character by far. I don't know what he did to deserve the never-ending cavalcade of misfortune that gets shoveled in his direction throughout all three arcs. Like, it never ends. A couple of friends and I came together and we jokingly called our group the "Starflight Protection Foundation", because someone needs to stage an intervention. Like, wrap him in a cozy sweater and buy him hot chocolate or something. Heaven help this poor man.

He's another one of my favorites.

#3 - Glory

Glory is really cool; I vibe with the "unchosen hero spurned by destiny" theme. She goes through her life and is constantly told "No, you don't have a special destiny. You're the fifth wheel. You are worthless and unimportant". Though she struggles with the constant abuse and devaluation, she eventually finds a way to turn it into strength and declare that the only value that matters is the one she gives to herself.

I really wish the story had NOT made her turn out to be a secret princess. "I was born without destiny, so I'm making my own" is a so much more satisfying character trajectory than "Oh, don't worry. You were born special after all, you just didn't know about it".

So yeah, I kind of tend to put that "secret princess" plot twist on the shelf when I think about Glory, and prefer to think that she managed to sway Grandeur with her skill and determination, rather than a random blood link.

#4 - Clay

Clay is very lovable. He is like the emotional bedrock of the group and acts as a stabilizing force that pairs well with all of the other arc 1 protagonists. He pretty much resolves all of his baggage in the first book and becomes content and steady. That is very good for him, but unfortunately this also kind of turns him into just some dude for the following four books.

Which is fine, it is good for the other characters to have someone behind them who loves them and helps them up when they stumble. It just makes it difficult for Clay to shine on his own.

#5 - Tsunami

Okay, so, Tsunami. I actually like her a lot in arc 1. She's bringing an interesting kind of energy to the group that is like, half-supportive and half-detrimental. Very chaotic. She also has to contend with some heavy stuff; everything to do with her father and the complications in her family life. It's very interesting. Lots of places to go with that.

Arc 2 Tsunami though, really grinds my gears. She regresses into this kind of juvenile, immature personality that is just pointlessly abrasive and confrontational. She acts really condescendingly towards Peril-- despite the latter having saved Clay's life AND it being really important to Clay that her staying at JMA works out well. Her borderline sabotaging this effort by making Peril feel unwelcome seems very dismissive towards Clay's feelings. It also doesn't help that she is the most outspoken about her loathing of Nightwing mindreading and prophecies, which drives Moonwatcher further into her emotional shell and makes things more complicated.

Okay, I have to reiterate: I don't dislike Tsunami. I just think her character arc is incomplete. It feels like she is stuck in arrested development while at JMA. She's mostly running around yelling at people, when she really should be thinking about what to do about Queen Coral, and how to get custody of her siblings. Her sister Anemone is carrying emotional scars from how the Queen has kept her leashed like a dog for her entire life, a process that is now happening to Auklet, even to this day. And then there's the 30 something children who have never known parental love for a day in their life and their mother can't remember the names of.

Someone's gotta step in and save these kids. Or like, at least start vaguely thinking about it.

Turtle???

Hmm....

...

Moose!

[megtrns]

Hey there, hun!!! Congrats on 100!!! 🥰♥️ Would you be down to maybe do something with Swerve??? (SFW or NSFW, completely up to you!!!) I fear he’s quite underrated, and I feel like he’d be so wonderfully pathetic and lame around his partner/SO/romantic interest!!! It’d be utterly adorable haha!!! Happy New Year’s!!!

a/n : ahh i'm so late with this, sorry for only getting back to you now ! happy new years and i hope the first month of the year has been kind to you. thank you for the well wishes <3 i notice that you've been supporting me on tumblr for a while now and i hope you know i appreciate your presence !!! i hope you don't mind some angst and pining featuring our sweet boy !!

and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid (like i love you). swerve / gn!reader. sfw. angst.

swerve thinks you're beautiful. he knew from the moment he saw you from a distance. ever since then, swerve's become — as skids called it — a 'secret admirer'.

chromedome's been telling him that the whole 'staring from afar' thing is getting really creepy. rewind thinks it is creepy, period. but they just don't get it. everyone hates humans just because they're organic. getaway thinks they're abnormal. first aid was kind enough to settle with 'unusual'. but swerve thinks they're all just a bunch of bigots missing out on the fact that you're hardworking, smart, and very, very nice to look at.

(whirl once interjected his rambling to say that he has a sick fetish, but swerve thinks the ex-wrecker's just jealous that you liked to spend more time with him than anyone else.)

it's lost on him how someone as kind and helpful as you have been rendered into nothing but background noise for everyone else to ignore. slag, some people even don't know of your presence aboard the ship! as if earth had not made a big show of sending their liaison and the crew off the night before their voyage — just shows how very little these bots think of humans.

but swerve believes the little guys should stick together, because he knows a little too well what it feels like to be ignored. so the two of you have formed a sort of camaraderie that quickly grew into friendship. you'd wrap up your duties as quickly as possible to end the day with a drink at his bar, cocktails always on the house — he finds experimenting with human liquor fun, except for when you have to spit it back into the glass because he read the instructions backward.

he knows he's a motormouth but swerve just gets so excited when you're around; captivated by how your eyes glow under the dim lighting of the room. the best part of it all is that you always listen to him. and he knows when you tell him he's funny, you mean it.

(one time you told him that he's the kind of mech that can make anyone smile. and swerve is sure he's burned the sound of your voice into his processor from all the times he'd replayed the compliment in his helm.)

but your little get-togethers and movie nights have grown to become a little...dangerous. he finds himself getting worked up over every interaction with you, going as far as losing recharge and appetite for his daily rations. these days, he also gets distracted a lot whenever you talk, catching himself listening less and staring more.

the sinking realisation that he was in love with you didn't hit him like a ton of bricks. it came to him like the first lull of recharge; slow, steady, and inevitable.

he spent days and weeks trying to come up with a clever way to tell you, afraid that he was going to ruin it by saying something stupid. going so far as to practice in front of tailgate. enthusiastic as ever, the white and blue minibot insisted that everything would go perfectly, urging swerve to — as the humans say it — 'throw caution in the wind.'

hence, during a quiet part of your movie night — when you looked so beautiful against the projector's glow — swerve found himself confessing, spark was racing and optics glued to the servos twiddling atop his lap.

for the first few seconds, he felt newfound relief wash over him.until you had reached to touch one of his servos, urging him to look at you.

swerve thinks you're beautiful when you smile, like when you throw your head back to laugh at one of his jokes or when you snort into your hand at a funny part of the film. you're even beautiful when you're angry at him, with your cheeks all red and lips curled to a scowl. so it's not a surprise that to the bartender, even as a single tear slides down your cheek, you were still beautiful.

" i'm sorry," you whispered. voice small and guilty.

there were a lot of commands going around his central processor, but nothing was more important than the need to make you smile. it was reflex, 'muscle memory' as you once said. and he knows he can always make you smile, even when it feels like his spark chamber's going to collapse in itself — because that's just the type of mech swerve was.

and for you, the minibot gave the biggest grin he could muster. reassuring you that there was nothing to be sorry about.

(he knew this was stupid, he grimaced to himself, stupid.)

and when you pulled him into a hug, pressing your face against his neck cables to comfort him as best as you can, swerve tries not to look at the movie playing on the screen — the sight of the protagonists kissing under the moonlight sucker punching him in the tank.

everyone tells him this was for the best. human lives are short and fleeting; his and your existence are like two passing ships in the night, never to cross again at the end of this voyage. it made more sense now, why everyone kept the tiny human at arm's length.

but to swerve this still changed nothing, you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

but maybe beautiful things are better admired from afar.

[the--artist]

Ahh Happy Birthday Korkeiyo!!! My favorite Danganronpa character. What a journey it has been..

I’ll ramble about why I love him on another day, but I really really wanted to commemorate his birthday this year with a comic. (I’m also aware that my characterization of him is NOT 100% cannon accurate, but I tried).

While I wasn’t a huge fan of all the components of your twist, I was sad to see you die off in chapter 3. What an end to a otherwise intelligent, observant individual. I did go into V3 knowing about this twist, but you quickly grew on me and it became harder to ignore how much I liked your character. And sooner or later you’d quickly risen to one of my favorite characters of all time - and seemingly for so many other fans around the world! You were so clever in trial and you’re anthropological side was so cool. You’re so mysterious and intriguing and such a puzzle to think about.

Ahh I wish you survived, but alas, rest in piece mann. I’m so thankful you existed, by beloved.

[daniiiboo]

day 4 - Christmas lights & kisses - ln4

summary - You and lando decide to take a walk through a neighborhood known for its Christmas lights.

trigger warnings - nothin

dani's thoughts - AHH!! I actually love this one so much <3

word count - 496

find the rest of my 12 days of chrismas here !

The December air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon as you and Lando walked side by side down the streets of a neighborhood known for its Christmas decorations. You had always loved this time of year, the chill in the air, the warm glow of holiday lights, and the cozy feeling of being wrapped in the magic of the season. But tonight felt different. Tonight felt special.

Lando’s gloved hand slipped into yours, his fingers curling around yours as you both looked at the houses that had gone all out. Each home was more extravagant than the last, with candy-cane-lined driveways, snowmen perched on front lawns, and strings of twinkling lights dancing across rooftops.

“Okay, that house definitely wins,” Lando said with a chuckle, pointing to a two-story home where Santa’s sleigh appeared to be "flying" across the roof thanks to a clever display of wires and pulleys. “It’s either that or they’ve actually enlisted Santa himself.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand.

“That’s impressive, but did you see the one back there? They had synchronized lights to Christmas music. It’s hard to top that.”

Lando tilted his head in mock consideration, his signature smile tugging at his lips.

“True, but this one has something they don’t.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, humoring him.

“Magic” he replied confidently, grinning when you rolled your eyes.

The two of you continued walking, your breath visible in the cool night air. Lando’s thumb brushed over your knuckles absently, a simple gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you despite the cold.

You stopped beneath a grand archway strung with countless tiny white lights, each one twinkling like a star. The glow covered both of you in soft light, making the moment feel dreamlike. Lando noticed you looking up, your eyes reflecting the golden glimmers above.

“You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I don’t think it’s the lights that make this place so magical.”

You turned to face him, your heart skipping at the way his eyes held yours. There was a softness in his gaze, a quiet sincerity that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“No?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s this,” he said, lifting your intertwined hands slightly. “It’s you.”

Before you could respond, Lando leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tender and full of emotion. The world seemed to pause around you, the twinkling lights fading into the background as his warmth covered you. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his lips curving into that boyish grin you loved so much.

“Merry Christmas, Lando,” you replied, your heart swelling with a happiness you couldn’t put into words.

[asktimeandtimeagain]

Oh crab!!! Hello, so so so sorry for freaking you out! We dont really know exactly what we are? We just kinda *appear*, but NOT spies!! Genuinely!! I'm not clever enough for that!

Maybe we're like...weird extensions of the Change? The Universe? All I do know is that we're all individuals - so that's gotta count for something.

~ 🐇🌠

BONNIE: AHH! Where did you all come from? Calm down! And one at a time!

(Bonnie tries their best to herd the seven strange motes of craft in front of them, but it's something of a hard ask.)

BONNIE: Okay, so you're stars... or, well. A couple of you are definitely different things. But! You're little guys who are here to help me. And ask questions? I guess?

(Their eyes widen in realization)

BONNIE: OH WAIT LIKE LOOP WAS! FOR SIFFRIN! I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT LOOP!

BONNIE: I MADE A WISH AND NOW I HAVE MY OWN LITTLE WISH GUIDES!

BONNIE: That actually makes a lot of sense.

BONNIE: Don't worry little questionlings! Asklings? This is gonna go great! Especially since I have my own little guides now!

<Mod note: asks that had unique additional questions will get follow up responses. Also thank yall for the huge response! - Rock>

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

"Come along pet." my Owner said as he tugged my leash. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Instantly and without any hope of resistance, my body obeyed and followed him into the hallway. It's not like I even wanted to resist, but it was still unsettling to know that it wasn't even an option. I followed him a few doors down and came upon another well-dressed man.

"Hey there Hank!" he said before looking my way. "Wow... Is that..."

"Sure is!" my Owner said before turning to me. "Greet the man, Pet."

"Yes Sir." I said before looking at his friend. "Hello Sir."

"Woah..." he said in response to my meek voice. "It's huh... It's hard to believe this is actually Angela..."

The name seemed familiar, but then again, just like my inability to resist a direct command from my Owner, that wasn't something particularly new to me. Ever since I woke up in my Owner's basement, I've experienced a lot of these familiar feelings and as my Owner told me, that's to be expected because even if he took his time erasing the memories from my past life, my brain's pathways are still familiar with those memories.

"Technically... She isn't." my Owner said.

"Right..." the man said, looking me up and down. "Damn... I still can't wrap my head around it, but here she is! Fully domesticated and apparently, very obedient."

"Of course she is!" my Owner said before turning to me. "Isn't that right, Pet?"

"Yes Sir." I immediately said. "I'm a very obedient pet for my Owner."

"Owner huh?" the man said. "That would mean you went with the property protocols then?"

"That I did." my Owner said. "Tell him what you are Pet."

"Yes Sir." I said. "I am my Owner's property and even though I may look like a human being, I am not. I am a simple organic object and as such, my Owner has every right to use me however he wishes."

"Wow..." the man said with a smile, clearly impressed and somewhat aroused. "And huh... With a body like that, I bet he uses you to get his rocks off, right?"

I looked to my Owner to gain his permission to answer because as his property, no one but him can command me or ask me questions. With a brief nod, I understood that I was allowed to answer.

"Yes Sir." I said, looking back at the man. "My Owner's sexual gratification is the main reason he acquired me. In fact, it was the first thing he trained me to do once I awoke from the process."

"You had to train her?" the man asked. "And here I thought Angela wasn't a prude..."

"Oh she wasn't, it's just that the process erases a lot." my Owner said. "But that's what I wanted anyway because I honestly don't give two shits about what kind of lay she was before. All I care about is that now, she is exactly the kind of lay I want her to be because I trained her that way." my Owner said before turning to me once again. "Isn't that right, Pet?"

"Yes Sir." I said. "I'm thankful you took the time to train me so I could please you."

"As you should be!" my Owner said as he slapped my ass. "I tell you man... Training her was definitely the best way to go because now, she's honestly a world class cocksucker. By the way... You don't have to take my word for it you know... If you want, you can experience it for yourself."

"Really?"the man said, clearly surprised. "I didn't think you were the type of man to share..."

"I'm not." my Owner said. "Well not entirely... I'm a little possessive so I'm the only one that's going to enjoy my pet's pussy. But her ass an mouth? Heck! I'll make a killing by offering those to every man this power hungry bitch destroyed in her corporate climb."

"Ahh... I see..." the man said. "You'll charge them... And me... Clever. So how much to experience the satisfaction of plunging her mouth with my cock?"

"First time's free..." my Owner said with a smile.

"Ever the business man..." the man said. "Free samples always attract customers... And I'm no exception!"

"I thought as much..." my Owner said before turning to me. "Pet, get on your knees and orally service this man until he cums down your throat. Undertood?"

"Yes Sir." I instantly said before falling to my knees.

It was a command from my Owner so there was no denying him. I was going to obey even though I really didn't want to offer this man the pleasures my Owner trained me to have for him. In my mind... I was my Owner's pet and no one else...

But as I undid the man's pants, I also knew that I was my Owner's property and as such, he had every right to use my for his financial gain. So if he wanted to sell off my sexual talents and whore me out, there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

Model: Natalie Gauvreau

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Tsuzuru Minagi | [R] Casually Showing Skin Mode | L3tt3r Fr0m A Gy4ru

Tsuzuru: (And I’m finally done with classes for the day. Okay, guess I’ll head home—.)

Tsuzuru: (Hm? That’s quite the crowd. Wonder what’s going on…)

Taichi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kuuun!

Juza: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Oh, so you guys are here too. Is there some kinda event going on or something?

Taichi: I dunno, we just got here. It sure is busy. Wonder what’s up.

Juza: Huh, there’s a whole lotta stuff here. They’ve got random things, books, ‘n even household appliances lined up.

Tsuzuru: Ahh, I get it… It’s probably a reuse market.

Taichi: Reuse market?

Tsuzuru: It’s a kinda on-campus event where students who are about to graduate give away things they don’t need anymore to younger students.

Juza: Now that ya mention it, you got a book of short stories at the last one, didn’t ya, Tsuzuru-san?

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I was curious about this one that one of the upperclassmen told me about, but it happened to be out of print.

Taichi: Damn, lucky! Where’s that book now?

Tsuzuru: After I finished reading it, I started passing it around the company to anyone who wanted to read it.

Tsuzuru: That reminds me, I wonder who’s got it now…

Taichi: Who are the ones who wanted to read it?

Tsuzuru: Umm, Miyoshi-san, and Takato-san have already read it… And I think Furuichi-san and Tsukioka-san said they were interested too.

Juza: I’m interested in readin’ it too.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. I’ll bring it over to you whenever I get it back then, Juza.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: I’m back.

Tsuzuru: (...Huh, did I leave a book out on my desk…?)

Tsuzuru: (Ah, that was the book we were just talking about. What perfect timing to get it back. I’ll go and bring it over to Juza right aw—.)

*Paper falls out of the book*

Tsuzuru: …Hm? Did something just fall out of it?

Tsuzuru: A note?

Thx 4 l3nding m3 thiz, Tzr-kun. I w4z rlly impr3zz3d w h0w clvr th3 f0r3shad0wing w4z. Th3 nam3z of th3 flwrz n th3 flwr l4ngu4g3 m3nti0n3d n th3 prlg s3nt such 4 shvr d0wn my spin3 tht I rlzd tht th3 clprt mightv3 4ctlly b33n TwT nstd 0f xD. If I w3r3 t0 pl4y tht r0l3, M sur3 thtz wht I wld d0…

Tsuzuru: The hell…? Is this a cipher or a prank or something?

Tsuzuru: —Ah.

Tsuzuru: Is this… that gyaru-speak thing?

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Tsuzuru: Jeez, he better still be here…

Omi: Welcome back.

Izumi: Hey, Tsuzuru-kun, would you rather have curry udon or soy milk curry hotpot for dinner tonight?

Tsuzuru: Aren’t both of them still curry? Well, it was pretty cold today,  so hotpot would be…

Tsuzuru: Wait, that’s not what I’m here for! Is Miyoshi-san here?

Omi: Kazunari’s in the kitchen.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kazunari: Lookin’ for me~?

Tsuzuru: The hell is this? I literally can’t read any of it…

Kazunari: Oh, gyaru-speak! What’s this about?

Tsuzuru: What do you mean ‘what’s this about’...? You didn’t write this?

Tsuzuru: It was stuck in the book I just got back, and you’re the only one who would write something like this, Miyoshi-san…

Kazunari: Ermm~, well, it wasn’t me.

Tsuzuru: What? But if it’s not you, then the people who I lent the book to after you were Takato-san, Furuichi-san, Tsukioka-san—.

Tsuzuru: No, it had to have been you, Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: Maybe if you read the note you’ll be able to figure out who wrote it?

Tsuzuru: Right. Umm—.

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: Yeah, not happening. I’ve got no clue what it says no matter how hard I try to read it…

Izumi: Let me see. …Umm, I can’t read it either.

Omi: Those don’t even look like sentences to me.

Tsuzuru: Damnit. What are we gonna do…?

Kazunari: I’ve gotcha, fam. I’ve got this gyaru-speak translator website.

Kazunari: Just gotta take a pic, scan the text, and… copy-paste and translate ♪

Tsuzuru: That’s incredible… So, what does it say?

Kazunari: “Thank you for lending me this, Tsuzuru-kun. I was really impressed with how clever the foreshadowing was. The names of the flowers and the flower language mentioned in the prologue—.”

Kazunari: “Sent such a shiver down my spine that I realized that the culprit might’ve actually been crying instead of laughing.”

Kazunari: “If I were to play that role, I’m sure that’s probably what I would do…”

Kazunari: Wait, could this be…

Tsumugi: I’m back~.

Tsuzuru: Perfect timing. Um, Tsukioka-san. About this note…

Tsumugi: Ah! Thank you for the book, it was really interesting.

Tsuzuru: No, not that…! Did you write this, Tsukioka-san?

Tsumugi: Yeah. Ah, did I forget to write my name on it?

Tsuzuru: Forget about that! Why is it in gyaru-speak!?

Tsumugi: Kazu-kun told me that gyaru stuff and gyaru-speak are really popular nowadays, so I tried using it.

Kazunari: Ohh~, yeah, so, I might’ve told TsumuTsumu about that translation website the other day…

Tsuzuru: So it WAS because of you!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, maybe I should’ve written it normally. Sorry, my bad.

Izumi: I never would’ve thought it was you, Tsumugi. That was quite a surprise.

Omi: Yeah. Good thing we figured it all out.

Kazunari: But like, wasn’t it kinda fun? It was like a little cipher game.

Tsumugi: Yeah, and it was really easy to do. Why don’t we recommend it to the others?

Kazunari: Banger idea, bestie! I bet RonRon and Taicchan would eat this up, don’tcha think?

Tsumugi: I bet Azuma-san and Homare-san would enjoy it too.

Tsuzuru: Wait! Quit trying to come up with weird trends!

[kurishiri]

william v.s. darius . . . darius vogel END 🪽

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: none, but you’ll definitely find out a thing or two about darius here.

Kate: I’ll go with Darius to find the boy. I would like to support him as someone who’s familiar with the streets here.

Darius: That makes me happy to hear. It was also because of you that we were so close to catching him too.

William: Indeed. I’m sure you will find it heartening to have the little robin accompany you to assist with the streets around here.

W: Kate.

W: You are one to jump to the fray for others, but you are also a clever little robin who never forgets about us and returns to her nest.

W: I am confident you won’t get lost on your way.

I stared back at the eyes fixed straight on me.

Kate: Alright, leave it to me.

(I will cooperate with Darius, as Crown’s fairytale keeper.)

Darius: You’re a reliable one, aren’t you. Well then, let’s venture down these streets, miss fairytale keeper.

After running the streets for a little while——

Darius: Oh? What’s this?

Darius pointed to something ahead of him, where on the stone pavement, it looked like some pebbles were all in one place.

It was an unnatural sight, to be sure, so we stopped to scrutinize it.

Kate: Are these... plum seeds?

Darius: From that box he flipped over, I take it.

Kate: Oh, then maybe it’s a trace that boy left behind after eating them?

Darius: Likely so. See, look over there, there are some more scattered over there.

Darius was looking toward a place ahead of us, but...

Kate: Umm... I’m really sorry, but I can’t see that far...

Darius: Ahh, is that so? I happen to have extremely good eyes. Oh, and a good sense of smell, too.

Kate: Oh, wow! I’m pretty jealous.

Darius: Mhm, it’s really convenient.

With an innocent smile on his lips, he looked at me with those honey-colored eyes,

and for some odd reason, I felt that those very eyes were looking down from above, in a place somewhere far off.

(...Is it because he said his eyes were good? No, I feel like there’s something more to it.)

Darius: Ah, I spot some pie crumbs. On the miss fairytale keeper’s cheeks.

Kate: Huh?

Darius: Hehe, over here.

He reached toward me,

and his gloved hands wiped it off.

Kate: T-thank you very much...

(Ack, that’s so embarrassing...! Does that mean it has always been on my cheeks?)

I felt my cheeks turning redder and redder, but I couldn’t move until Darius withdrew his fingers from me.

Darius: This path might have been the correct one.

When we hurried on——

I spotted a small back enter through a hidden entrance in the back road.

Darius: That’s him.

Kate: That road’s exit leads back here after a while.

K: If it’s alright, could you head to the exit up ahead and cover the path there?

K: I’ll go in to directly chase after him to drive him to the exit.

Darius: So I see. We’re using the pincer movement here, yes?

Trying to keep as quiet as possible, I moved with quick steps.

When I did, eventually I could hear another set of footsteps.

(...There he is.)

Up ahead was a place where sunlight couldn’t filter through, and up ahead I spotted the small back of that boy.

Slightly dirty boy: !!

The boy, having sensed my presence, turned back, and surprised, he ran off.

I, too, ran after him, closing the distance between him and the exit.

And in the path the boy was taking, it was as though an angel’s wings had spread——

Darius’ coat fluttered, blocking the way.

Darius: Would you not say it’s about a good time to accept your defeat?

Slightly dirty boy: F-for what!? Because I sure don’t know...

Darius: You nabbed her things, did you not?

Slightly dirty boy: Grk, I-I don’t remember stealing anything!

Darius: But I do. I saw you bump into her before putting your hand in her skirt pocket.

Slightly dirty boy: ...!

Darius: Oh, that’s not all either. You also stole some plums in the midst of a small scuffle and ate them. The scent of fruit juice is quite strong off you.

D: But even without the smell, there are stains near your mouth and on your sleeves. One look is all one needs to know.

Slightly dirty boy: Urgh...

In a panic, the boy rubbed his sleeve.

Darius: And thanks to that, you left quite a big trace of your trail behind.

D: But, if you were going to leave anything, you could have been more clever about it. [1]

Slightly dirty boy: ...

The boy hung his head, balling his hands into fists in frustration.

Kate: ...Hey, can I ask why you’re doing these things?

Slightly dirty boy: ...And what could you do if I told you?

Slightly dirty boy: You know too, don’t you? A brat like me can do nothing but steal if I wanna survive.

Slightly dirty boy: All you rich guys fill your pockets with too much stuff.

Slightly dirty boy: So what’s the big deal in giving a little of that away!? I don’t got a home or anyone to call family!

Darius: ...Hmm.

D: Hey, miss fairytale keeper. I do doubt this boy has any relation to the organization.

Kate: Hm? Ah, yes, that may be the case. But still.

(I can’t simply overlook this.)

Slightly dirty boy: Organization?

Darius: Ahh, no need to worry your pretty head over it. We were talking to ourselves.

D: But anyway, would you be so kind as to give back her things?

Slightly dirty boy: ...Finders keepers. It’s mine now.

Darius: Oh, do you need me to spell it out? You did not find it; you stole it.

D: So that’s why, let’s return the things to their rightful owner, okay?

Slightly dirty boy: Urgh...

Darius was wearing a bright smile on his face, as if he were erasing the boy’s will to talk back.

Slightly dirty boy: ...Okay, fine.

He reluctantly reached into his pocket, taking out what was in it, before he curtly placed them in both my hands, which were outstretched.

Darius: Alright, that’s enough. Care to leave now?

Kate: Eh?

Darius: Isn’t it great, miss fairytale keeper? You got your things back, safe and sound.

Kate: I-I mean, yes, it is great, but also...

Slightly dirty boy: ...

As though currently assessing the situation, the boy stepped back before dashing off as fast as he could.

Kate: Ah, wait...!

Darius: What is it? Did the boy not give everything back?

Kate: It’s just I don’t think it would do him any good if we should just let him go like that.

K: He is already used to stealing, so he may end up doing so again. Especially if it’s to survive.

Darius blinked at my words,

before he let out a sigh.

Darius: A reward for the good child, and a punishment for the bad one... so you say, but is there really anything we can do for him?

Kate: ...Huh?

Darius: It’s hardly as though there’s only one or two children in the world in a similar situation as him.

D: See, even William is going through so much trouble to find all the children who may have relations to a crime syndicate.

D: ——That’s why I was thinking we may as well turn this into a world where no such children exist.

D: Don’t you think such a world is not just a dream, with the Cursed ones’ abilities?

The smile on his face seemed to sparkle as he made such a statement as though he were singing it praises.

(Could it be Darius wishes for a world... where there’s no poverty or hunger?)

(But, for some reason...)

It stirred a familiar sense of unease in me.

Darius was a friendly person who wore a bright smile, and he almost had a childlike air about him.

But in the most unexpected times, the space that fell between us seemed to widen so much, I could hardly jump over it.

It felt like, even if we were looking at the same thing, his perspective and thoughts would come from such a different place and direction.

Almost as though——I had come into contact with a different ‘living being’ altogether.

Darius: Ah, speaking of, what are those in your hand?

Kate: Hm?

Darius’ sweet voice pulled me out of my own thoughts.

Darius: Just what did he steal from you, I wonder?

He was looking down at what was in my hand, his smile filled with excitement and interest.

Kate: Oh——here, this is for you, Darius.

I took out a handmade white leopard plush from the things.

Kate: The moment I met eyes with this plushie at the wagon, I thought, ‘I really want to give this to Darius!’ to myself, so.

Darius stared intently at the white leopard plushie, which laid on the palm of his hand.

Darius: .........

Kate: Doesn’t it look a bit like you, Darius? With its white coat and those pretty, honey-colored eyes. It even has a similar shape.

K: So, maybe that’s why I really wanted to gift you this.

(But, I feel like there’s something more as well... I feel as though I could reach a deeper place...)

The space that fell between us seemed to widen so much, I could hardly jump over it——

I realized that such was an unconscious feeling, and I may have also felt that I would like to jump over to the other side.

Kate: And besides, isn’t it adorable? See, it looks pretty lethargic.

Darius: .........

D: ...hehe, you have quite a sense... pfft, hehe.

(Hm? For some reason I feel like I’m being laughed at for something different...)

Darius: ——Miss fairytale keeper...

D: Could it be you wanted to make me smile?

Kate: ...Ah.

I felt taken aback when he asked me so straightforwardly.

(But, he is probably onto something.)

Perhaps my own feelings were more simple than I had thought.

Kate: Well, yes, if I could make you smile, that would make me happy as well.

Darius: Really now? If a smile is enough to make you happy, I’d be more than happy to give you however many you’d like, miss fairytale keeper.

D: ——See, like this.

Darius’ head slightly tilted, he gave me an innocent smile.

His platinum blond hair, hardly fitting in with the surrounding back street, swayed,

as it glistened in the few rays of sunlight that filtered through.

The specks of light also seemed to reflect in those honey-colored eyes, leaving me enraptured, unable to look away.

And this very expression before me was, out of all the smiles I had seen on him the entire day today, the most perfect of them all... almost too much so to be true.

(Oh, I see, this must also have been one of the reasons why I had felt a sense of unease.)

(Because Darius had never been smiling from the bottom of his heart.)

Kate: Darius, I... I want to see you smile, from your heart.

Darius: Oh my, could it be you thought my smile was all a fabrication?

Kate: That is, um...

Darius: The fact you couldn’t answer back means I hit the mark, right? How mean, though, thinking other’s smiles are fabricated and all.

D: But, well, if that’s the case...

Kate: Ah—

No sooner did Darius take my hand than he ran back from where we came.

His coat fluttered behind him, his platinum blond locks that resembled a cat’s fur bounced with his steps, and I felt myself wrapped in his relaxing scent.

The hustle and bustle and zeal of the street fair rapidly approached.

Darius: ...then, miss fairytale keeper, see if you can bring a ‘true’ smile out of me, yes?

to be continued…

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NOTES:

[1] He is probably referring to something like leaving a fake trail. Like, if you were going to leave a trail anyway, you could have used it to divert us rather than lead us, kind of implication. (I could be wrong though.)

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[pomeloandtv]

ok, that's two down, one more wish

ok, my girlfriend, when we are planning things, from now on occasionally i am going to suggest a completely disproportionate and unreasonable compromise, and when i do i wish that she will not recognise it as that, she will see it as a fair suggestion, clever even, like i've cut the gordion knot

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[six months later]

can we go camping this summer?

i dunno the mosquitos ate me alive last time, it ruined the experience

we'll get good mosquito repellent, i can investigate the best things we can do to prevent that, i promise

i dunno, i'm not convinced, lots of other things went wrong that last time

we just need to prepare properly for the trip! we know what went wrong now and so we know what we need to fix, we can do it!

hmmm, ok, how about, we go camping, you investigate the mosquito thing, we start writing a list of everything that went wrong last time, and start doing the research on preventing them, aaaaannnnnndd you get breast implants

"....."

honey?

no, i'm just thinking, that's ... good, really good, it's simple, it works, we can do this. oh my god we will have such good fun this time, i promise

but i mean, [raising eyebrow and cocking head], you know, big ones, like really fake looking too, maybe i should help decide

thank you so much! [big hug] this is so cool! just like that time we agreed who i could spend time with!

[hugging, stroking hair, laughing, maybe a bit too loud] or the time you agreed i should have complete control over your orgasms

[falsetto voice, happily, still hugging tightly] yyeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh

[barely able to contain himself] hahahahaaaaa ah haha [wiping a tear away] oh my god!

[breaking off the hug to look at him quizzically, then smiling] you're funny

[calming down] aah ha ahh [wiping another tear] ok, ok, i'm good, ha! you know me

that's right, i [playfully punches arm] know you. ha ok, i know already what kind of tent we should get and ...

now hang on, here's the order we should do things, we should start making a list of everything we need to get right for camping, but each of those problems will be quick to solve. but your boob job will take longer , both to plan and to heal, we need to start working on that first

ok, huh, but i don't even know where to begin, i've literally never thought about this kind of thing before, ever

right, so it is important to get a good doctor, but not every doctor will want to perform any surgery. you start by investigating potential surgeons, look for people with a good track record and reputation, that specialize in, uh ... [mimes two hefty breasts on his chest], you know? this is important to get right, so you don't need to stay local in your search

ok, i'll do that

meanwhile i'll start compiling pictures that you can show doctors of the types of boobs you want, you know figuring out dimensions and profile and the like

[excitedly clapping hands together in front of her chest] yay!

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[four months later]

[posting] hey everyone, new profile pic!

[azrielgreen]

Hey Az!! I know you and Brooke spent a lot of time seeding and adding little tidbits of foreshadowing throughout Prism. Is there any that us readers have missed/not a lot of people have noticed? Do you have a favorite? Thank you!! Super fucking excited for Friday‼️🖤🦇🌈

Ahh thank you darling!! I am SO EXCITED to post on Friday!!!!!!✨️🌈🖤🌈🖤🌈✨️

There is one element that no one has picked up on yet, mostly because it's incredibly subtle, that i am always vibrating out of my skin about. It's the kind of thing that is so vast it's like a shadow under the water, easy to miss but in hindsight, it was there the whole time. Brooke and I talked about this a lot, and although it is well seeded, I'm always in two minds about whether or not to actually go through with the reveal because it works either way.

Almost every other thing, some clever mind has caught on rereading but this one... I'm cackling with glee.

Az~✨️🖤🌈

[fluffyartbl0g]

I just finished your speed run au comic, it's so amazing and funny. What parts were the most fun/easiest to make/come up with and what were the worst/hardest?

Ahh what a fun question! The easiest was definitely the ASL reunion comic XD I literally had the ENTIRE thing fully clearly planned out in my head and I kept tearing up just thinking about it wahaha. I was planning on drawing it later because I only had a few things out at the time, but IT WOULDN'T STOP HAUNTING ME so I had to draw it out and post it!

The funnest one to come up with was probably the buggy one in Skypeia. It just seemed like such a silly little idea, and who loves an excuse to make your series EVEN MORE homestucky? Ahh but there were bits in all of my parts that I had so much fun coming up with :))) I felt so clever when I decided to incorporate cover stories and SBS segments into my stories!!!

The HARDEST one to come up with, is one that hasn't released yet LOL, but the second hardest is the whole cake island one. Cause it's like I seriously just wrote the climax of a whole arc and expected you to be able to fill in the blanks of everything that happened before O _ O I really just wanted to write justification after justification of why everything was happening in the tags, but i decided FRICK IT and just let it loose.

Thanks for the question :DD!!! I'm glad you enoyed :3

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ Why Not?

“Hey” Peter said to you as you were washing the dishes

“Oh hey Peter.” You said not looking up at him

“Are you going tonight?” He asked

“To what?” You said still focused on scrubbing a dish

“The party that the few of the older lost boys are throwing after the little ones are sound asleep.” He stated putting his hands in his pockets

“I wasn’t invited , so no.” You said not looking at him still

“Well I’m inviting you.” He said getting closer

“No thanks.” You said shaking your head

“Why not?” He asked

“It’s just going to be a bunch of boys, warm rum with a little bit of fruit punch and the mermaids getting way too hammered, it’s not what I like to do Peter, no offense.” You said looking at him genuinely uninterested.

“Well, what do you like to do?” He asked curiously

You half laughed at that question

“Uhm well, I like to make myself tea or coffee depending on the mood, read a book, and eat the sweet berries of the never land forest.” You said looking at him

“Okay.” He said bluntly

“Okay?” You questioned

“Yeah, we can eat berries and read books , you’re more than welcome to come over to my cabin-“

You stop him “Wait what?” You ask

“Would you rather it be yours?” He asked widening his eyes

“I’m - I’m confused and a little bit concerned.” You said drying your hands with a towel

“About?” He asked folding his arms

“Why the hell would you want to read a book and drink tea with me?” You dared to ask

“Why would I not?” He said with a smirk

“You’re not getting any Pan.” You said with sass

“Wasn’t planning on it sweetheart, meet you at 10 on the dot, have my tea ready.” He turns around and smiles walking away.

Ahh, the cleverness of Peter Pan…