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[duelcafe]

SOME UPDATES !

Credits are completely updated across all blogs!  There are also now designated tags for where and which blog I am using something for.  All of these items are now viewable on my hub; they were posted privately as to not spam the dashboard, but are all of course linked in the credit section of my overview + navigation page and in any of my rules for my sideblogs as well.  Along with that, there is now a post that includes all of the icon batches I’ve found and am using ( if I haven’t outright made them myself ) just to keep them in one place and easy link to / properly credit!  

I’m adding music widgets to my blogs!  None of them are autoplay ( nor will they ever be ), and I’ve done my best to make sure that all songs are consistent sound-wise so that one song won’t be wildly louder than the previous.  Though this is really only applicable to duelcafe, as it’s the only blog of mine that has multiple songs on it.  Still — no player will be set to max volume, or even half for that matter.  My character sideblogs will get one song each, which will be rotated every now and then as I see fit!  I’m not finishing adding players to all my blogs yet, but look forward to them.  

I edited the coding of my themes with responsive centering for desktop!  Well, at least for the blogs that didn’t already have it ( which would be duelcafe, seamtorn, and waterlord. )  This means that no matter the screen size of someone’s device, bigger or smaller than my own, my blog will still appear centered on their screen.  If you notice any problems with my themes and they are not centered on your screen for some reason, let me know!  I’ll try to figure out why that is.  I’ve done my best to test and make sure things are in proper order, but it’s hard since I only have my own screens to go off of, so I can’t be 100% certain if works for everyone and their respective devices.

[aonokumura]

🌀 "...you think I'm capable of sneaking?" 🐈‍⬛

Hmm…She grips his shoulders and brings him in close to whisper. “We can always sneak our way in.”

[libraryofgage]

The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three (you're here!)

I am once again posting the modern royalty au hfjsdk

The next one is gonna have the beginnings of Steddie, but take some happy Steve fluff for now lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Steve wakes up on the morning of his twelfth birthday to Dart burrowing between his cheek and the pillow, drenching both in excited slobber. He wrinkles his nose, rolling over and wiping slobber off with a corner of his sheets. When Dart begins to burrow under his neck, he accepts that he's not going back to sleep, and sits up.

He picks Dart up, huffing slightly under her increased weight, and places her in his lap. She wiggles around, nearly vibrating off of him. "Good morning," Steve says, scratching behind her ear and earning a bark in return. He takes it as her wishing him a happy birthday and nods. "Thanks, Dart."

With a deep breath, he throws off the covers and slides out of bed. He opens the door of his room to find Clarisse already there, her hand raised as thought ready to knock. She blinks, holding Steve's gaze for a few seconds before lowering her hand and clearing her throat. "Good morning, Steve."

"Good morning, Grandmother."

She smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing some. "Happy birthday."

"You...know it's my birthday?"

"Of course," she says, nodding once as she gestures inside the room. Steve steps out of the way, allowing Clarisse into the room. A man in a suit follows after her, placing a long box on the desk and bowing to them both before quickly leaving. "Your twelfth birthday marks a very important milestone for Genovian royalty."

Steve blinks, quietly shutting the door as Clarisse sits at the desk the box has been placed on. "How so?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed and pulling his legs under him. Dart jumps up after him, rolling around in the sheets by his knee.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the tenth birthday is the important one," Clarisse admits, "That marks your capability of taking on increased responsibilities as royalty. However, you weren't here then. So, the twelfth will be important, instead."

That only sort of answers his question, but Steve nods anyway, deciding he doesn't want to risk annoying Clarisse.

"Genovian princes begin learning swordsmanship after their tenth birthday. It's not a requirement anymore, of course, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity," Clarisse explains, picking up the box as she stands and sitting on the other side of Steve. "Consider this a birthday gift from me as Queen of Genovia."

"What does that mean?" Steve asks, carefully taking the box.

"It means you're still getting a gift from me as your grandmother."

Steve nods once, trying to process this as he looks back down at the box. "Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Carefully, he pulls the lid off the box. He was expecting the sword inside, but he's still surprised by the sight of it. The blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is encrusted with a line of colorful jewels. When he looks closer, he realizes the hilt is also engraved with names, and Steve soon finds his own among them. "What are the names for?" he asks.

"Every owner of this sword has their name engraved on the hilt," Clarisse says, smiling gently. "This sword is yours, Steve. It will always be yours, and your name there is proof of that."

"Oh," Steve breathes, slowly wrapping his hand around the hilt and lifting the sword from the box. He keeps the blade aimed away from himself, Dart, and Clarisse, unwilling to risk harming them. "Will I be fighting anyone?" he asks.

"No, no, of course not," Clarisse says, waving away the concern. "Swordsmanship is a way to keep active and connect to Genovian culture. It is also a rather handy skill to show off for visiting dignitaries."

Steve smiles slightly, lifting the sword some and noting that it's heavier than is comfortable. It'll be easier to carry and swing as he gets stronger, though. "Thank you, Grandmother," he says, his voice soft as he carefully places the sword back in the box.

"I do hope you'll wear it to your birthday party next week."

Steve blinks, looking up at Clarisse with a confused frown. "Birthday party?" he asks. He doesn't like parties; he especially doesn't like parties where he's supposed to be the center of them. All that happens is shoes that pinch his feet, subtle but sharp glares from his parents when he doesn't behave exactly as they want, and his stomach growling because he's not allowed to eat anything to avoid getting his clothes messy.

"Yes," Clarisse says, smiling warmly at Steve. "I intend to officially introduce you as Crown Prince of Genovia at your birthday. Of course, you'll be free to play with the other children once I have."

"Do...do I have to have a birthday party?" Steve asks, avoiding Clarisse's eyes so he doesn't have to see the anger or disappointment that follows his question.

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, the palm warm and reassuring. "No, you don't," Clarisse says, "I want you to be comfortable, Steve. If you would be more comfortable not having a party, then we simply won't have one."

"You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"With who? I am the queen, you know. There are very few people who can scold me, and even fewer I would take seriously."

Steve nods, looking back down at the sword in its box. He doesn't want to disappoint Clarisse, and this party sounds like it's important. Maybe he can just grin and bear it like he usually does. Getting to play with Robin and Jonathan after being introduced will make that easier. Yeah. He can handle it for a few minutes, especially if it will make Clarisse smile.

"It's okay," Steve says, glancing up at his grandmother. "We should have the party."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Clarisse smiles, her expression soft and warm, and Steve feels grounded and happy with his decision. "Okay, then. Just tell me if you change your mind, Steve. I won't be angry."

"I know, Grandmother."

"Now," Clarisse says, clapping her hands together as she easily changes the subject, "Let's move along. You've got a birthday breakfast waiting for you."

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"Ugh, all the girls keep staring at you," Robin says, her nose crinkled with annoyance when Steve glances at her. Her arms are crossed, her hip jutting out slightly so the hilt of her sword gently bumps against the hilt of Steve's. "Don't they know you're a dingus?"

"They're enamored by his hair," Jonathan says, his words quickly followed by a flash as he takes a photo. Steve looks at him now, watching as he lowers the camera. "It defies gravity."

"Is that all I am? A dingus with good hair?" Steve asks, unable to help an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, you're not bad with a sword, either," Robin admits, nudging him with her elbow.

"Your Mandarin is passable, I guess," Jonathan adds.

"My Mandarin is flawless, thanks," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he looks back out at the crowd. Guests in formal dress are mingling around the ballroom and completely ignoring Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. The only exception is one group of young women across the way that keep glancing at the trio before furtively whispering to each other.

Compared to some of his past birthday parties, his seventeenth is relatively tame. It doesn't have the bounce-house maze of his thirteenth (Robin's idea) or the full-fledged film studio complete with hair, makeup, and a director for guests to pretend they're movie stars of his fourteenth (Erica's idea) or the literal forest of photo shoot locations of his fifteenth (Jonathan's idea) or the battle bot creation station and ring of his sixteenth (Dustin's idea).

This year, he just requested a normal ball. No gimmicks. No special events or entertainers. It had resulted in whining and complaining from Robin, Dustin, and Erica, but Steve figured they'd calm down after stuffing themselves with cake.

As he's smiling politely at a girl whose eyes he happened to meet, the opening notes of a Genovian Waltz flow through the ballroom. Steve glances to his grandmother, watching as she takes Joe's hand to be led onto the dance floor. He then looks at Robin, offering a hand to her and grinning when she scowls at it. "Only if I get to lead this time," she says.

"Sure," Steve says, turning his hand over to place it in Robin's. He waves at Jonathan as she walks him onto the dance floor, turns around, and places a hand on his waist. As she leads him through the first steps of the waltz, Steve glances at the crowd around them before quietly saying, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, are you finally sharing what you and Her Majesty have been having your little meetings about?"

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling a bit as he squeezes Robin's hand. "You're the first person I'm telling, if that helps."

She sniffs, glancing away and apparently meeting a cute girl's gaze since she winks before looking at Steve again. "Barely," she says, guiding Steve to duck under her arm in a spin. "Go ahead, though."

"Grandmother has given me permission to attend school in America for my senior year."

Robin blinks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Luckily, Steve catches her, briefly taking the lead so the mistake isn't noticed until she's stable again. "Seriously?" she asks, lowering her voice a little more. "So, what, California? New York? Please say we're going somewhere with a beach."

Steve's smile becomes apologetic as he says, "No, actually...Hawkins. I wanted to attend school in Hawkins."

The only thing that keeps him from faltering when Robin purposefully steps on his foot as hard as she can is all the practice he has from her accidentally stepping on his foot as hard as she can. He sighs as she glares at him and hisses, "Are you stupid? Seriously?! This is dumber than the time you kissed Jonathan."

"Rude. It's not dumber than the time you and I tried kissing?"

"No, because at least you being attracted to how awesome I am made sense."

"I suddenly feel sorry for Jonathan."

Robin rolls her eyes and pinches Steve's waist. "Seriously, why are you going back to Hawkins? That place sucks. You hate it."

"No, I hate my parents. I don't hate Hawkins. I just...want to see if it's changed, I guess. I want to see what the town is like now that I'm, you know, happy," Steve explains, watching Robin closely for her reaction. When she doesn't agree after a few seconds, he sighs and adds, "You don't have to come, Robin."

"Of course, I'm coming, Dingus. You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I'm your personal guard. I literally get paid to personally guard you."

"Good," Steve says, "It wouldn't be fun without you. Everyone else is coming, too. Well, except for Grandmother, but she promised to visit when she could."

"Wait, does this mean I have to go to school, too? Like, seriously?"

"Yeah. And Jonathan. And the kids. We have to at least try to blend in," Steve says, grinning at the devastated expression of Robin's face. If he'd gone to a private school, she probably could've gotten away with just being his personal guard, but a public school means actually blending in.

"The things I do for you," she mutters as the song comes to an end. She and Steve take a step back from each other and bow as the guests politely clap around them.

Before Steve can say anything, a warm hand rests on his shoulder. He looks over to see Clarisse, smiles brightly, and offers his hand to her. "Can I have your next dance, Grandmother?" he asks.

A now-familiar happiness settles in his stomach when she agrees, placing her hand in his. Steve basks in it, absolutely certain he'll have no problems in Hawkins so long as he remembers this feeling.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added to future parts!)

@y4r3luv, @potato-of-the-lord, @lublix, @little-birch-boy, @eriquin, @whenindoubtb72

[5577v]

you're living in a disco !

[voxxisms]

@outofradios is being picked up for the blood ball

VOX DID not think he understood exactly why they were going together, now of all times. decades ago, he would not have batted an eye at being asked to join alastor for a ball or party of a sort, it was the type of thing they used to do, certainly. exactly their sort of scene.

but things were different now, a little, weren't they?

regardless, vox had made a promise to attend with his now - rival, unable to resist the offer, so here he was, in a vehicle very much like what he once drove while alive. he had fancier cars, as well as people to drive them, but he much preferred to do that himself, especially in this situation. but he pulled up to the place he knew he would find his ... date?

oh, boy. surely that wasn't necessarily true. he could hope, but, all things considered ... it would make sense. it probably wasn't exactly what alastor felt or had planned. he didn't know what it was.

but he exited the vehicle once he spotted the man, adorned in black && red. moving to the passenger door to open it for him, as he would have any other time, with anyone else. he could be a gentleman.

his head was missing, which may have been a slight surprise to the other. a mist of magical essence taking up space where it should have been, brilliant turquoise orbs settled into the expanse of mist to act as his eyes.

❝ the drive isn't very long, but walking around like this is not the most advisable for me. ❞

referring to said lack of head, of course.

[lavenoon]

Last line challenge!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote/drew and tag as many people as there were words (or however many you want to tag).

I've been tagged by @clxckwork-sun-n-moon @naffeclipse and @eyndr-stories, so y'all are getting a juicy little bit as a treat~

We return to our roots and Robin is having a crisis :3c

Definitely not tagging this many people - I'm so late to this, I have lost track of who's been tagged or not. So! to still invite people, I'll make up a different participation rule!

If you can see something purple (any shade) when you look up from your screen (and also have a line you would like to share), I'm officially tagging you! (Tell me what you saw in your post!)

[1980ssunflower]

miss my husbands :-c

[lavenoon]

Knowing his fate even the lighthearted stuff has a bittersweet note ;v;

But also pfft child neglect ah yes, the travesty, no pizza (no bike) </3 Crow really is a dork magnet, huh? Even Dusk - on the one hand, I wanna point and laugh, on the other I'm impressed she found a helmet that fits her ears already fgdhsj

Joker and Crow together :)

Crow would’ve never admitted while he was alive, but she really did enjoy Joker’s company

Can’t wear a helmet can’t ride

Sucks to suck sometimes Dusk

Some lighthearted stuff since we got a little heavy last time!

@lavenoon

[seokgyuu]

I'm a bit slow but is hoshi down s well? Like catching feeling or something 🏃🤸🏃

HFJDSK WELL that’s the big question isn’t it 👀 guess we’ll see 🤭

[losergendered]

i just pronounced your user like beg-endered (beh-gehn-dered) on a vc with @gender-darling (@ing you so you see this hfjdsk) as a silly but i think you should legally declare that your user is pronounced that way /j/silly

-@mousesquared

HELP..... I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS

[tasteleeknow]

is there a fic or something you’ve written that YOU believe is your best work yet like the best piece you feel like you’ve ever written but it didn’t get as much attention as you anticipated? and is there a post that you didn’t try as much on but the amount of attention it got still shocks you ?? 😅😅

I don’t write fics but I know I get sooo mad when in school i have to write papers & the papers I don’t try very hard on & write in a few hours do WAYY better than the papers I take hours or even days writing 🙄🙄🙄. Just recently I got an A+ on my final report that I did an hour before it was due while another paper that I wrote for a different class & actually tried on (spent DAYYSSSS writing) I received a D- 😭.

Sorry for the little rant but I’m genuinely curious LOL

the amount of work and time i put into writing has ZERO impact on how 'well' it does lmao for sure. hello stranger is my first series and i have a document of thousands of words with tables all full of character building and planning and it's... so much work. the chapters get like 500 notes maybe compared to one shots which usually get between 1 to 4k. i don't actually mind though bc i get way more feedback on the series. like ppl put essays in their reblogs and send me messages and all that. i care more about that than the notes, especially because the majority of notes are likes.

i actually tend to find the things that don't get flooded with likes have more ppl who will message me personally and be really passionate about it. i wrote a fairy!au that didn't do as well as most of my other minho one shots but i had ppl making moodboards for it and edits and all of that. which again, i appreciate more than likes.

koala still has the most notes and its one of the first things i wrote so i KNOW the quality of the writing is worse. also when i posted it i was convinced ppl would hate it like i was ready to hit delete. after that did so well i've just been like no fear tbh like how i feel about something seems to say nothing abt how others will feel. i just post and vibe.

i really don't think there has been anything i've posted where i was disappointed in the amount of attention it got. maybe aftercare with minho ?? it's a drabble but it had a label put on it literally 2 minutes after i posted it so it got very little exposure. i really am just grateful in general like my writing gets a lot more eyes on it than i ever would have expected so i really feel like i have nothing to complain about. i do just wish more of the eyes were... active rather than ya know silent/passive.

lmao in school i literally did everything at the very last second. i had a very severe undiagnosed case of adhd and was really just coasting the entire time. i remember having to convince teachers id hand something in and then just keep stalling until they actually just gave up or forgot about it. then there was like ONE TIME for some reason i really clicked with the content, it was a maths assignment and it was satisfying to my brain, so i spent a week on it and ended up helping a bunch of my class with it at the public library on the weekend and i got the highest mark possible and then never did it again. no lessons learned just 'well thats nice moving on'. but in uni when i was forced to actually do the work the assignments where i started earlier and tried harder did meh and the ones i didn't at all did well. so yeah, i get it. D- on something you'd worked so hard on..... i'd lose it hfjdsk i remember once handing something in that i'd worked harder on than anything else in my entire uni life and i barely passed and i was like yeah never trying again. and i didn't. and everything was fine. what's the lesson?? idk trying is overrated just vibe gfhdjs

sorry for MY rant hjds

[honey-mice]

i saw the barbie movie and i feel strange hfjdsk

[geumibear]

how about the boyz 👀

✦ my first bias : i genuinely cannot remember?? maybe jacob but.... who knows.. ✦ my current bias(es) : hyunjae</3 ✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each) : i missed out on almost 2 years of their career/discography but ill rank the ones i know hfjdsks

albums : the only > dreamlike > the first = reveal > chase = bloom bloom = the sphere > be aware > tattoo

✦ how i got into them : watched their stages + clips of them from rtk and hyperfixated on them<3 ✦ which member would be my best friend : changmin and eric:) ✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member) : trying sf9's water wheel dance and failing jfhksd, angel outfits, bad guy by billie eilish, skateboarding, summer nights when u have nothing to worry about and u just . feel love and focus on nature

send me a kpop group and ill answer...

[libraryofgage]

Waaaait the amount of angst in a Steven Universe Steddie (The Gems as the good parents for Steve) would be insane if you mix upside down stuff with an intergalactic war (The possibility of Jason fusing with a demogorgon is so interesting)

You know that line from Robin about wanting to literally just be inside of Steve's bones? Like, Stobin fusion would be unstoppable actually

Robin and Eddie constantly fighting with each other over who gets to fuse with Steve and half the time it becomes all three of them fusing while the other half Steve is like "please stop fighting we can set up a rotation schedule" hfjdsk

I know you said angst but the comedic potential is also amazing hfjkds

[mudskip-muses]

Maybe 14 with Kaz and gundham? I feel like that would be funny lol -drabble anon

“Well, this is awkward…” (X) 14. Throwing an object across the room out of frustration.

With a resounding clang through the garage, Kazuichi threw his wrench as hard as he could at the adjacent wall by the door, a loud curse sounding out from his lips as it flew through the air. Of course it would be just his luck that someone would come traipsing through the door as the tool hit, and of course it would be Gundham, someone who the mechanic had been getting on better terms with after a long conversation and a series of apologies to him and Sonia, someone who he almost just brained with a wrench.

"Fuck! Shit, I'm sorry dude! Bad timing on that one." He tried to say with a laugh after watching the breeder full body duck away, a look of fear on his face that maybe at one point in time, Kazuichi would have bragged about putting there, but now it just made him feel like shit.

One hand coming up to remove his hat, the other ran through his hair with a frustrated sigh, the overburdened mechanic turning to kick at the tires of the car he had been working on, the knowledge of all the rest parked outside that he still had to fix only serving to grind his gears all the more.

"Sometimes it fucking sucks being the ultimate mechanic. Does nobody at this fucking school know how to change a tire? O-Or check their oil?" He turned to the breeder suddenly, the other man having slowly made his way across the room, not because he was afraid of Kazuichi's temper, but because of all the stuff laying about the workshop floor. Project after project half finished, some close to completion and others in nothing but pieces upon tarps to keep everything together.

"Gundham, quick, do you know how to check the oil in that creepy ass hearse you drive?" He pleaded as the breeder came to a stop beside him, the man eyeing the the inner workings of the car Kaz had previously been working on with trepidation.

"...I...take it this is not a good time to ask you to assess the wellbeing at my metal steed?" The question pulled a long, drawn out groan from the mechanic, his hat now being thrown across the room, only for the cap to land in a small puddle of oil.

"Fuck it! I give up! Someone else can be the ultimate mechanic, I quit!" He shouted to the ceiling before plopping down to the ground with a frustrated huff, his head being propped up by a fist as the fingers of his other hand picked idly at a thread on his coveralls.

Gundham watched the display with a blank expression, the gears turning about in his head as he crouched down next to Kaz. "...I believe that you are in need of a break, Tamer of Automatons."

"Gee, you fucking think?" Was the mechanic's huffed reply, fingers wrapping about the thread to pull it off with a small snap. "I got too much shit to do. All these cars gotta be good to go by the end of the day. It's a bunch of little shit, but it's just-" He finished the statement with another groan, the palms of his hands pressing into his eyes in exasperation.

Gundham stayed silent for a moment, looking about the shop and all the projects Kazuichi had pilled onto his plate, perhaps seeing a bit of himself in the overabundant workload.

"If you allow yourself to take a short respite, perhaps by assisting me with a few of my beasts, I will attempt to make myself of use with the more mundane tasks you have been assigned." Kaz slowly looked at Gundham, searching his face for any hint of a lie.

"...What kind of beasts?" He asked cautiously, still bearing the scar around his wrist from Gundham's, well...bear.

"A small litter of what you mortals call puppies. Their mother requires a break every few hours to avoid stress, so I take that time to socialize the small creatures to prepare them for their future masters."

"Okay...do you know how to check oil?" Kaz asked, already standing from the floor with a small smile at the idea of getting to spend time with Gundham pet a bunch of puppies.

"...I...am afraid such a spell remains out of my skillset." The breeder reluctantly admitted as he stood from his crouch, brushing off dirt from the end of his coat for the sole advantage of not having to make eyes contact. Kaz just laughed, clapping a friendly hand to Gundham's shoulder as he lead them to the shop door.

"It's easy, you just gotta check the dipstick."

"Is...that not what the devil dancer called you earlier in the week?" Gundham asked with brows knit, a genuine question that had Kaz laughing again.

"Well, yeah, but this one's different. It's this stick thing with a yellow handle that you dip into the oil tank and see where the oil goes up to on stick, so you know how much is in there."

"...Dip...stick..."

"Yeah, exactly! So, ideally you want it to be in between the two lines, but..." He rambles on, previous frustrations forgotten as he walked across campus with Gundham. And if his hand lingered on his shoulder well after what was considered "normal?" Well...Gundham wasn't about to say anything, too afraid that he'd pull it away.

[voxxisms]

❛ sounds like a platonically lovely time. have at. ❜

the wall. // @venisontransmission