#hi loni c;

[mamoritxi]

👩‍🚒 : a work uniform / sylus

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[msftsn]

and @maljefe wrote in the journal : “  it was a pleasure to know you. ” she breathed out, gazing into his terrified face. show scripts of the tales of loni and kazimir.

❛  loni...  ❜ he gasps out, existential crisis momentarily forgotten as the shock brings out the most in human capacity. he stares at her with dread, electric blue eyes widened as blood splatters onto his face, covers him like paint would a canvas. and what a morbid artwork the scene makes; shewolf barely holding on above him, hovering as her breaths get weaker before she crashes down on top of the cyborg, landing harshly against metallic frame. his eyes are still fixated at the spot where she would have been just a moment ago while her blood begins to roll down his face, eyes still as shocked as he can be while he stares into nothing. he says her name again, distantly as if he doesn't quiet grasp the situation. and maybe he doesn't; if he did then in this very moment the entire city would be burning to the ground. well ... most of it; he'd have to keep it safe enough to get chris out of this hellhole.

the thought of chris snaps him back to reality, makes him raise his arms weakly as if to make loni move to get off of him. ❛ hey... you have to get up.  ❜ he speaks plainly before he raises his arms again, lightly grasping her arms to give her soft shakes this time. ❛  come on... chris will be angry if we're late.  ❜ he speaks, voice growing more desperate. why does this feel familiar, this sensation of dread and panic? ah ... that's right. he's felt it before as a scared teenager after his first murder, when he just wanted to protect a friend and then had to flee the country to keep his family out of the crossfire. when he had to abandon everything he knew at age 14 and had to find a way to survive in a foreign country. except, despite that childish terror and the dread and fear he's felt for months back then ... this here, this was worse. it sent him back to when his sister locked him in a dark room when he was seven, thinking of it as a game and only letting him out once his terrified cries reached her ears. except this time there was nobody to let him out of the darkness; the person who could have is laying motionless on top of his cold body. he shakes her again, stronger this time.

❛  hey...!! loni!! you have to get up...!! this is no place for sleeping...!! ❜ he says, louder, more frantic before he shoots to sit up, clinging to her as if she were a life vest. he can hear a pulse, faint and slow and nearing its limit but it's there. of course it is, it wouldn't be loni valadian otherwise. he thinks. if he's knows he knows a lot about her and at the same time nothing at all. fear crushes him like rubble and suddenly he's on his feet, holding her with a gentleness that seems so alien coming from him. and he's running, desperately so. with the fastest speed he can manage. foolish ideas of revenge abandoned behind him when he makes it out of the building while holding onto his past, present and future. he has to find the doctor that saved him. he has-- if anyone can come even close to saving loni (within a reasonable distance) it's that stupid doctor. he runs, ignoring anything around him, the route familiar against his will while he looks down at the one person he managed to consistently let down.

❛  don't die on me ... i promise i'll tell you everything you want ... i'll let you in ... just ... come back to me, please ... i can't lose you ... not again ...  ❜

[deadn30n]

hah.  does  she really  expect  him  to  care  about  the  well  being  of  some  human  brats  he  can't  even  see?  even  if  they were  standing  right  in  front  of  him,  he  wouldn't stop.  that's  just  the  kind  of  person  he  was;  he  didn't care  about  anyone  else  except himself,  and  nothing  short  of  a miracle  would  change  that  anytime  soon.  even  Eden  was  hardpressed  to  get  him  to listen,  though  he  did  have  a  habit  of  becoming  more docile  when  he  was  around  them   (   chalk  it  up  to  their  heavenly  connection  to  one  another,  damned  thing    ).     ❝    wrong?  you  got something  right  at  least.    ❞    he  scoffs  with  laughter  and  flicks  some  of  the  ash  off  of  his  cigarette  onto  the  pavement.  he  shows  no  signs  of stopping;  perhaps  this  was intentional  on  his  part.  perhaps  he  took great  joy  in  irritating  the  humans  dumb  enough  to  approach  him.

as  if  he  couldn't  just  devour  her  limb  from  limb.

she's  in  great  fortune  that  he isn't  hungry  right  now;  the  celestial  beast  within  him slumbers  and  shows  no  signs  of  waking  anytime  soon.  after  having  feasted  on  the  corpses  of  an entire  family  quite  recently,  he's  fairly  satiated  for  the  time  being.  maybe  she's  read  about  the  missing  family  somewhere?  a  whole  group  of  five  who disappeared  mysteriously,  the  only  signs  left  behind  was  a sea  of  blood  painted  all  over  the  house's  contents.  humans  didn't  taste nearly  as  good  as  angels  did,  but  he'd  have  to  make  do  with  what  he  had  right  now  since  he  wasn't  in  heaven  at  the  moment.    ❝    i  ain't  stopping.    ❞    he  chides,  baring  his  teeth.     ❝    it's  the  only  thing  that  covers  the  disgusting  stench  of  you  humans.  if  i  don't  smell  this  smoke,  i'll throw  up.     ❞

Law of the streets? In a sense she was when he put it that way. Although she'd much rather be titled the judge, jury, and executioner of them. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth she begins running through scenarios on how this might go. He was a wild card. Someone she knew absolutely nothing of. He clearly wasn't human either based on that strange scent, but she'd also never come across it before. Was he stronger? Could he use magic? Would he be able to out-tank her? Fucking Hell. I wish I was still an act first, think second kind of person.

Pausing her circling she frowns. Not one that would say he hurt her feelings or anything of that nature. Rather it was one that was almost asking 'what should I do?' Running a hand through her hair she sighs. "That's besides the point. You're dangerous, anyone can see it, and you strike me as just... wrong." She'd nearly said smell, but caught herself before doing that. Best to make sure she kept up this 'human' guise on the off chance he hadn't realized what she was. "Do you always think yourself above those around you? That's the air you give off. Like you can't be touched. That's a dangerous game." Loni knew it all too well- the price of over confidence and the pain that could ensue. "Just find somewhere else to smoke. There's a shelter for kids around the block. They don't need that shit in the air."

[heinouscolette]

Study Muffin

Genderbent!Loud Siblings x Reader

Linka groans from the sight of her paper. Her test was marked with an F. She rests her head on the desk, defeated. “I don't get it, Claudia. Usually, I'm a good student but lately it's been all C's and D's and now an F.”

Claudia grabbed Linka’s test paper and grimaced at it. “Ugh, and a frowny face too. Girl, I cannot.” Claudia’s reply made Linka groan even more, disturbing others around them. “If I don't turn this around, I could fail fifth grade!”

“Linka, you can't! If I go to middle school without you, I could fall in with the wrong social group, and get frosted lips, and start being into bubble nails." Claudia shivered.

Linka just stared at her best friend blankly almost lost hope but she remembered she knew someone who could get her to tutor.

That is… no other than Levi!

“No.” Levi refused while staring blankly at his sister. The two siblings are at home. Linka approached her brother the first thing after she came home from school.

“But, Levi!” Linka whined, Levi is the only one who could help her right now as he is the prodigy intellectually among her brothers. With no way out, she tried to do puppy dog eyes at him to try and persuade her younger brother to give in and help her.

“Cute, but you really thought that would work on me? Sorry, Link. Unfortunately I am completely booked. I got math with Lars on Mondays, geology with Lynn on Tuesdays, finger painting with Leon on Wednesdays, et cetera et cetera." He showed Linka his schedule for the rest of the month which made the girl sigh.

“Oh, since you did the puppy eye thing, I’ll give you an advice. I've heard through the tutoring grapevine that some high school students tutor for extra credit.” With that, Levi turned to walk away from Linka.

“Hey, you said the puppy eye thing didn’t work!”

“Oh, pish-posh.” Levi grinned and left. At a distance, he could be heard yelling at Loni about being tardy with the Pre-Cal tutoring session.

Your phone dinged as someone sent you a message about being interested of booking you as a tutor. Finally, the time has come! You’ve been growing anxious about being a tutor. Although this isn’t the first time teaching another student, it’s still nerve-wracking since it’s a stranger this time.

It really wasn’t your idea to offer tutoring sessions but your friend suggested that it might be a good idea to build an image for college applications in the future.

You opened the message and found that you would be tutoring a fifth grader since she’s bound to flunk if she continues to fail the remedial. Your body relaxed a little knowing the lessons would be a bit easier to teach and nothing could go wrong.

You ringed the door bell to what you assumed the Loud Residence as this was the address the tutee gave you. Within a minute, a young girl with striking white hair opened the door for you and gave you a welcoming smile. “Hello, is this the Loud Residence?” you gave her your professional smile you practiced prior.

Her eyes glimmered and gave you an affirming nod. “Yep! You must be my tutor. I am Linka.”

After introducing yourself, she led you to their dining table and set up her textbooks. “I really appreciate this, (Y/n). I have a big multi-subject test coming up, and I need to ace it.”

You smiled at her, “I’m sure you’ll be able to ace it, but after thorough assessments from our sessions of course. So, I’ll do my best to help you.”

“And I thought that angels only exist in heaven.” Linka dramatically says while clenching her fist on top of her chest. You only laughed at her.

“So, I'm like, if you literally don't know the difference between rugby and football— Oh, Linka brought a new girl friend around.” A male voice spoke which caught both of your attention. His tone was a bit playful.

“Loki, get out! Can’t you see we’re studying here?” Linka hissed but the boy never faltered. “Oh really? This is our kitchen, Link. I can do whatever I want.” You turned to look at him as you can feel his presence between you and Linka. He ruffled Linka’s hair, satisfied at annoying his sister.

Must be a family of blondes. Loki has a common blonde hair compared to Linka. He also has a light stubble that complimented that growing smirk of his. He suddenly turned his head and made eye contact with you. “Don’t ogle too much, it’ll be harder to concentrate.” He grinned at you, but instead of being flustered, his comment only irked you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you.” You undoubtedly replied not thinking it through. You only came to your senses when it suddenly became quiet and Loki looked at you dumbfounded. Your cheeks became flushed and felt embarrassed. What were you doing in your first day of tutoring?!

You hanged your head low, mentally facepalming yourself. You’re sure Loki caught on about your reply. “Yeah, right! Give him an uppercut!” Linka instigated.

Yeah… an uppercut…

While looking down, you saw that Loki dropped his phone and handed it to him. “Loki, you dropped your phone.” However, when you looked up, you’re sure that his cheeks were tinted pink or maybe your eyes were just playing with you.

His silence broke Linka from her uppercut suggestions. “Loki, are you okay?”

Loki rubs the nape of his neck and trying to build “I uh… I am… I’m fi—“

“I heard a goose! I call dibs!" A young blonde came into view holding a net, however upon seeing you, he was a bit confused. “What’s a pretty stranger doing in this house?!”

“A what?” Another boy came into the kitchen. He’s wearing a clay mask and has cucumber slices in his eyes. He removes the slices and made eye contact with you. “AAH! MY FACE!”

Yep, a family of blondes. Your claim was disproven immediately when the rest of the siblings came into the kitchen probably curious about the commotion.

Ah… there are lots of them.

All of them started talking at the same time. Unfortunately, you can’t comprehend any of this as their voices became inaudible. You just stared at them amused of how this family caters a lot of siblings.

The one who cleansed his on-going skincare came back and greeted you. “Hey, guys. Oh, Linka, I didn't know you were entertaining. Hi. I'm Loni.” Is this guy for real? He acted as if he wasn't here minutes ago. You can’t help but let out a laugh about his silliness which caught the siblings’ attention.

You became self-conscious when they all stared at you. Their stares made you a bit shy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Linka’s tutor, (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you all.” You nervously laugh.

“Ugh, could all of you please get out? We’re trying to study!” Linka snapped at them but the sibling with a crown pushed a chair between Linka and I, and sat, "It's a free country, Linka. We can go where we want to."

"I'm standing here!" The boy with the net stood next to you while smiling ear to ear. You're now trapped between these cuties. They resemble each other, must be twins.

"The heck you are!" The princely twin retorted, but before any punches were thrown you immediately disputed it. "Boys, I know you're interested in joining Linka and I, but she can't concentrate if eyes are observing her." You grabbed something from your purse

"And mouths yapping" Linka raised an eyebrow at his brothers.

"Yes- wait-, what I mean is she can't focus if there are distractions." You grabbed something from your purse. "Here, I'll give these to you since I'm hoping you'll behave accordingly." You handed each twin a lollipop and gave them a wink.

Their smiles grew wide and immediately shoved it in their mouths. "Roger that!" They saluted and walked away with puffed chests. You turned to the remaining brothers. "We'll just occupy the space for a couple of hours, if you don't mind."

"No problem, Love." A brunette with a faux hawk leaned his arm on your chair gave you a boyish smile. "You can be here anytime of the day. You can even join me on my rock sessions upstair-- Ow! Lane!" On instinct, you leaned your head away when a brunette with braces karate chopped his head. "No, you're not, you just want both of your strings to get attached. Haha! Get it? Strings!"

"Come on, (Y/n)! Let's go somewhere a little less crowded." Linka dragged you away from her swarming brothers. She's clearly annoyed with her brows furrowed.

She led the both of you to the living room and settled on the couch. When she was opening the textbooks, voices were heard outside the house. "The one who catches Geo wins!" The younger brothers were playing in competition with each other, and Linka could see that they were showing off to impress her tutor.

"What are they doing?! They're literally disturbing you. I'm sorry, (Y/n)." Loki sat next to you on the couch and started typing on his phone. His presence made you a bit shy, being this close made you notice his arms' lean muscles, and his full eyebrows. You instantly looked away as he might caught on that you were staring. "Ooh, Linka, you have so many books. What's the story about?" You were caught off guard by a voice coming from behind you. When you turned your head, you saw Loni peeking his head behind the couch. He emits a clean and sweet scent, and he also looks neat.

"I think it'll be better if we went to my room instead." Linka gathered her books and gave the stink eye to her older brothers while escorting you to her room. They only responded with a smirk. Living with ten brothers her whole life, Linka knew what her brothers' antics are all about. They can't even hide that their expressions are living subtitles of their intensions.

After entering upstairs, you saw a brother with an eyeglass interrupting Linka for dragging you to her room, “I need to borrow (Y/n) for a second. I'm tutoring Lexx.” She only gave him a questioning look. You look your tutee with worry, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help a little.

“Okay, but I can’t stay for more than 5 minutes. I’ll just explain an specific topic they’re having a hard time with.” Levi stared at you with a creepy smile and made a creepy giggle to go along with it.

“This is called a gluteus maximus, otherwise known as the butt.” Levi pointed his pointing stick at the side of your ass cheek. "Wait, what?!" You jerked away from Levi face flushed from embarrassment. You held your hands up to the level of your bust and backed away. "I'm so sorry, I know it's educational but I think I'm not the the best model-- Oof!" Your back bumped into someone's torso. Before you could apologize you were interrupted, "Don't worry about it, (Y/n). These boys are just getting cheeky." Lane came in and pinched both Levi and Lexx's ears which earned a yelp from each sibling. "Wait, I just made a pun! Get it? Cheeky?" Lane laughed to himself.

"All right, all right, CLASS DISMISSED!" Linka grabs your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

"I'm sorry about that, (Y/n)." Linka opened her door and got scared when a goth kid started talking "I wrote a poem about you. (Y/n). Pretty face. Mysterious eyes. Pretty cool for a living girl. (Y/n)."

"Everybody out!" Lexx screamed at Linka's door. "It's time for The Knight, The Princess and The Dragon. You're the Princess, (Y/n). You don't have to do anything your beauty is enough." Lexx giggled. "Lexx, what did we agree on earlier?" You raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Oopsies." Lexx nervously laughed and bowed before leaving Linka's room.

"Finally, we can get down to business." Linka rejoiced and set her books on bed. "I'm so sorry about my brothers, (Y/n)."

"I'm sorry too, Linka. I should've been more stern with your brothers because tutoring you is my priority." You apologized too. "It's okay, you just met us. I'm sure you just wanted to help." Linka is so cute and can't help but hug her at being understanding. You girls laughed and continued studying.

Hours later, Linka completed the assessments you provided for her. Surprisingly, she got good marks. "Linka, you're spot-on in all of your lessons. Even surrealist art." Linka looked at her assessment scores in confusion, "It's weird. I thought I needed so much help."

"May I ask what happened the day you failed your test?"

"Well, Mr. DiMartino became the substitute for the day--" "Wait Mr. DiMartino? The hunk teacher in elementary?" You laughed at Linka but she only gave you a questioning look. "Girl, no wonder why you're getting distracted and failing your test. Mr. DiMartino is so hot that girls ogle at him and lost their focus."

"Oh my god, you are so right." Linka must've went through a flashback while you're yapping about Mr. DiMartino "I almost failed too because of him. A piece of advice, try not to look too much and you won't worry about failing fifth grade." You winked at Linka and patted her back.

You arranged your things and Linka escorted you downstairs. "It's all in your head, Link. There's no reason you shouldn't be getting top marks on your exam. Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore." You gave her a hug.

You could hear the whining from the younger brothers about you leaving while the older ones frowned. "Thanks for having me guys!"

Linka tapped your arm just before you left the door. "Can we still hang out after this?" She looked at you with that puppy dog eyes. you only grinned aat her, "You really thought that's gonna work on me? I am a professionally at that, but since you tried, we can 'literally' hang out." You peeked behind Linka and see the guys smile a little.

I guess these dudes needed a playmate.

[taiyami]

Do you ship your mutuals with any characters? If so, who and why

OF COURSE I DO .. it's the most fun a fella can have these days :)c I'm not super involved in the self-ship community, but I support it fully and indulge every once in a while. (If I leave anybody out I'm sorry, !)

@nagumoan always and forever will be attached to Jugram (BLEACH) or Shion's (JGKRK) image to me. I don't even know who Shion is but I do know he and Loni are happily married. In fact I was there for their wedding and caught their bouquet.

@hopefulstarfire I don't know this man personally but GUZMA (pokemon) for sure. That's their stinky man 😤🙌🏼 Kenz and I have known each other since teenagehood so I could list any and all their hubbies if I so felt inclined.

@upperranktwo MY SKY PIE ❤️ Douma only, there literally cannot be a more perfect duo. They are SOO SILLY together augh :o) They make me SO happy!!

@semisgroupie IKKAKU (BLEACH), I have never known a gal to be so perfect for that man !! I can't imagine him with anyone else, only my Ve.

@strawberrystepmom I always associate this pretty gal with Natsuo (BNHA), It just feels so right. Ice boy with a warm blooded gal, I love it !! I also love her and her old man Kakashi (who happens to be in his late 20s but shh. (I shouldnt have to say but. Naruto))

@nymphoheretic OUR DARLING RENGOKU (KNY) .. I just think these two are SO cute together 🥺 I just think they compliment each other really well. ❤️‍🔥

@rozentias MY BELOVED RÓ .. As much as I find Urahara (BLEACH) and Ró super silly and cute, I really love the dynamic he has with Axl (Guilty Gear) .. I think he just deserves to have a cute fun guy who loves him and cherishes him!! But I love all of his self ships, they're fun to talk about with him <:]

@diorsbrando Listen I know he's a troubled man but we love troubled men in these parts, I can't imagine Sosa without thinking of Sasuke too 💔 I LOVE seeing Sosa go a little feral over that man, it's what he deserves 😤

@sixeyesgojo Now he better not misbehave and cause my Yoru any problems or I will have a problem with him but .. Gojo 🫡 I trust that he takes care of them.

Aaaagh i hope I'm not missing anybody .. feel free to stop by my inbox if you want an assigned ship :o) There's a strong chance I pair a person with a character if we're mutuals, even if we don't talk much! I usually take a peek if someone has a f/o list, or I keep note whenever they have special tags for people. I wish I was more active about self ships because they're harmless fun, but I'm just embarrassed of my own HEHE. I'd talk about them more if people asked or came into my inbox but .. for now I just keep them to myself 🫡

Thanks for stopping by !!! I loved answering this !!!

[attroxx]

❛ @inhumann said . . . she sighs as she pulls her shirt off. still warm from her run she pauses to enjoy the fresh air against her skin. "ahhh… mind if I borrow your shower? I decided to get my work out in early today. that way we…?" as she turns she finds their face red. "is something wrong?" ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. at least at first. by the time botan had turned to face loni her shirt was long gone, leaving an exposed back of muscles. it starts slow, first his neck and then over the course of a few seconds his entire body is burning. what was she thinking ?! just stripping right here in front of them ?! quickly he covers his face, practically tripping over nothing to create space between them.

❛ l - loni, you c - can't just . . . ❜ they peek through their fingers before realizing what they've done, covering their face once again. ❛ yeah, it's uh . . . bathroom is down the hall . . . ❜ he finally manages, clearing his throat to cover the embarrassment in his voice. while botan was happy that loni was comfortable enough around him to do such a thing, he hopes next time she gives a warning.

unprompted asks. ― always accepting.

[ladythomasina]

Hansy's Spank Bank

HANSY: Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona? (He pulls a reproduction of Palma Vecchio’s Venus from underneath his shirt.) Our father, who art in Heaven? You don’t look like it, my love – rapt in your expectation of what’s coming, as in that sweet moment of budding ecstasy when I saw you lying in the window of Jonathan Schlesinger’s—your supple legs and arms, the gentle curving of your hips, your firm young breasts…

If I wanted to count them—all the departed with whom I’ve fought the same battle here!—Thuman’s Psyche—another legacy of the hatchet-faced Mademoiselle Angelique, that rattlesnake in the paradise of my childhood; Correggio’s Io; Lossow’s Galatea; then a cupid by Bouguereau; J. van Beer’s Ada, whom I had to abduct from a secret compartment in Papa’s desk in order to add her to my harem; a quivering, twitching Leda by Makart that I happened to find in my brother’s lecture notes…

But my conscience will be pacified, my body will regain its strength when you, devil, no longer reside in the red satin cushions of my jewel box. In your place I’ll invite Bodenhousen’s Lurlei or Linger’s Forsaken Maiden or Defregger’s Loni to move into this sumptuous chamber of pleasure…

-- Act 2, Scene 3 of Spring Awakening by Frank Wedekind, translated by Jonathan Franzen

So what is in Hansy's spank bank? What images would a teenage boy in provincial Germany in the 1890s be getting off to? And why has no one put together a post like this before?

Palma Vecchio's Venus...

Resting Venus by Jacopo Palma Vecchio, 1520s

Thuman’s Psyche...

Psyche am Wasserspiegel by Paul Thumann, 1890s

Correggio’s Io...

Jupiter and Io by Correggio, c. 1530

Lossow’s Galatea...

I could not find any good candidates online for this painting, but note that the wikipedia page for Heinrich Lossow (1843-1897) calls him "a prolific pornographer".

A cupid by Bouguereau...

perhaps L'amour Mouille (Wet Cupid) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1891

J. van Beer’s Ada...

Portrait of Miss Ada Rehan as Lady Teazle in the "School for Scandal" by Jan van Beers, 1890s (this doesn't seem quite right but is the only candidate I could find?)

Leda by Makart...

Leda and the Swan by Hans Makart, 1868

Bodenhousen’s Lurlei...

Could not find a candidate for this either, not a lot of artwork by Cuno von Bodenhausen (1852-1931) seems to be online

Linger’s Forsaken Maiden...

Cannot find this online or even figure out what artist Hansy is referring to

Defregger’s Loni...

Loni by Franz von Defregger, 1890s

[usacounselingcredit]

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Chapter Eight // Shatter // 31

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[ariadne-mouse]

Got an error message trying to send this a minute ago so apologies if you get this twice, but: I am very late to seeing the WIP ask game, but if you still feel like talking about WIPs, I am very curious about Outsider POV guard! c:

Of course! :)) The outsider POV guard fic is probably a perma-WIP at this point, but I'll share what I've got. It's about a trio of Aurora Watch soldiers who run into Essek and the Mighty Nein during the events of the campaign:

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When Alonier was assigned the post of sentry in the Arrival Hall, he knew it to be one of the more boring jobs in the Lucid Bastion. 

That, of course, was before the war, and the arrival of the Mighty Nein.  

(None of his friends believe him about the horses.)

--

“Loni!  I heard you got Arrival Hall duty.  Tough break, my friend.”

Alonier of Den VaSuun looked up from his table at the soldier’s mess hall in the Lucid Bastion to see a fellow guard, Targas of Den Biren, approaching him, their raiment currently bearing the colored tassels of a Marble Arches assignment.

He cracked a smile. “I bet you’re pleased someone finally has a more boring assignment than you, shut in with all those dusty scrolls.”

Targas grinned, took a seat, and began digging into a bowl of spiderleg soup. “How can you tell?  Is it the radiant aura of joy that follows me like a cloud?” 

Alonier pretended to shield his eyes. “Yes, can you tone it the fuck down a little?  You’ll blind me, and it’s not even a holy day.”

Targas wiggled their eyebrows. “You saying you want to worship me?”

“Blasphemy is grounds for execution,” Alonier deadpanned, leaning in.

“As long as you give me time to get my hair coiffed and put on some pretty robes,” Targas sniffed. “I’d like to go out in style.”

“We are magnanimous, we will grant you this mercy,” Alonier intoned.

A third tray of food appeared on the table.  “Are you two flirting again?”  Another drow took a seat next to them, her light plate mail clanking.  Her silver-white hair was braided close to her scalp in a maze of geometric designs, and gathered in a bun at the nape of her neck.

“Rezza, up from the pit!” Targas cheered, gesturing with their spoon like it was a sword. “I’m surprised you could tell time well enough down there to make it.”

“Honestly I couldn’t.  The new shift taps us out when we're done,” Rezza shrugged.

Alonier dumped a handful of chopped fresh herbs onto his helping of soup and idly stirred it.  “You ever see the Shadowhand?  I hear he’s down there sometimes.”

“A couple times.  Only in passing, though.” Rezza dug into her own food with gusto.

“Does he really float all the time?” Targas immediately wanted to know.

Rezza raised her eyebrows.  “Never seen or heard him walk a single step.  Never even seen his legs, even.  Just that big cloak.”  She leaned in conspiratorially, “Some of us think he might just be a floating head, and the cloak is how he hides that he’s got no body.”

Alonier pursed his lips. “He casts though, doesn’t he?  So he must have arms.”

“If he does, never seen ‘em,” Rezza replied.  She took another big bite of spider leg and groaned in satisfaction.  “Food tastes SO good once you’re up at the surface,” she sighed.  “What sucks the most about Dungeon duty is the way just being down there turns your stomach.”

“You’d think they’d give sentries some protection,” Targas said.

Rezza pursed her lips. “You’d think.  But, budget cuts.  War effort.  Yadda yadda.  You know, Targas, I’m surprised you haven’t seen the Shadowhand in the Marble Arches before.  Rumor has it he’s a real academic prick.”

Targas flapped a hand to hush her, looking around. “Not so loud!!  He’ll hear you!”

Rezza snorted. “How?  He got floating ears he can send places?”

“I don’t know!  He’s like... the boogeyman.  You say his name too many times, or make fun of him, and he’ll just know.”

“He’s just a guy,” Alonier said. “Intimidating, maybe, and snooty as hell from what I’ve heard, but he’s still just a prodigy on his first life.”

“I know a clerk who spilled ink on one of his papers, once,” Targas said, sotto voce. “She disappeared.”

Alonier frowned.  “You talking about Fian?  Didn’t she just go to Asarius to take care of her sick mother?”

“That’s what they want you to think,” Targas intoned seriously.

As one, Alonier and Rezza sighed.

“You know, Targas, I hope you don’t see the Shadowhand in the Marble Arches,” Alonier said. “You’ll faint on the spot, and then you’ll get reassigned to Ghost Land excavation.”

“Still better than standing in an empty, quiet Arrival Hall for hours at a time,” Targas said. “I bet you don’t see a single arrival in the first month.”

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Author's notes on continuation are:

[the m9 happen, RIP Alonier]

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

the open to the right page of a book one actually sounds very useful would that work on digital fanfic because if so I want that power also does he have to have read the book already and know what to look for or just take a random book from a shelf open it to a random page and see a how to annoy your sister article and think oh something i Didn’t know i needEd ver important side note does loni exist what are tubbo and ranboos families like and how do they feel about there kids future as villains

The book thing was supposed to be a joke but i got carried away sooo these are his powers now!! Lmao

1) yes, it works on digital books/fanfictions too. Techno and ranboo, resident ao3 users, are infuriated by this.

2) he doesn't need to read the book beforehand, but the page he wants does need to be relevant to the book. If he opened up a murder mystery and said "give me the page where the body is discovered", it would work. If he opened a book about baby animals and said "give me the page where the main character's grandma steals the crown jewels," it wouldn't work.

The questions also can't be too vague. If he were trapped in a cell with the right book, it would go something like "give me a useful page " > "a page on how to escape" > "a page on how to use the tools around me" > "a page that tells me how to use a poster, toilet seat, matress or book to escape a prison cell". So unfortunately, no, he would not be able to come across a guide on how to annoy his sister unless he asked the right question to the right book.

3) lani isn't in this au (out of concern for blurring the lines between c! and cc!), but y'know who can be? Crumb cuptoast! Their dad is one captain sparklez who is suspicious but overall oblivious to his son's villainy. Crumb herself is all for it and wants to join in once she's old enough.

Ranboo was established to be a rich bitch and y'know what? Let's slap some trauma onto that! His parents barely know what colour his bedroom walls are, let alone what he does in his free time. All they care is that he keeps his grades high and doesn't ruin their reputation. Oh, ranboo wishes he could tell his parents what he gets up to when he hangs out with tommy and tubbo. That would sure get them to pay attention.

[nvrcmplt]

She’s here to buy her sugar baby stuff- normal stuff like a new apartment or condo. Maybe a car. Bike? He need groceries? What. She’s here and waiting for him to come to the car so they can do this.

He rushed down the stairs, forget the time a little bit but he had been on the phone with a friend from work again and they got chatting about things since the happening of his lost of home. Dressed rather neatly - though still not as smart as he was used too, he was happy to open the door once he spotted Loni in the car lot again. “Sorry, got into a conversation on the phone.” He settled himself inside with a shift of limbs and buckled himself in. Jackson had given him some tips on how to feel more comfortable with the relationship they both had at current, so with some courage, he turned to face the new yorker with a shy-determination.

“C... Can we talk about a limit? I-in the sense of how much I can ask for, I guess?” Hands smooth down his thighs, looking to the side then back as he cleared his throat. “Just that, I feel... odd? Bad? At using you for the most mundane thing and stuff. It’s my first time being in something like this so... I feel guilty? I should be able to provide for myself, right? I’m thirty-one already...” Ah, it was a heavy guilt on his shoulders, it was hard to miss the tension in himself at times. He fell from a great job due to drug abuse and brothel addictions alike and now he was almost trapped in the same business, just drug-free now he guessed.

He liked the work though - his body did anyway. Amen. “Sorry if this ruins today. Just - I was told it’s best to communicate rather than stew on my own until I’m sick.”

[bcbybats]

Generally, Aluin is tremendously distrusting and fights back against any one perceived as “mature”, liking to spit in the face of “AUTHORITY” due to his upbringing and experience ( everyone is shit, the world is shit ), but with the height difference ( made ever bigger due to his own heels ), his head is instinctively canted down. Those blood-red orbs fall on scars : Her face : shoulders : her chest : her neck, there was no hiding the battles she had fought ; probably still is fighting, he can't help but admire her, especially from all the suffering he’s seen in his short life, so without a doubt in his mind, she’s a FIGHTER, probably not the open type either, thus, this is likely WEIRD for her as well, and Aluin is certain, she could RIP his head off with an arm tied behind her back... 

                just his father’s type, YES, he can see why the harassing had begun.

It makes the young vampire hesitant to   a c c e p t  , after all, any association with him would only bring his father CLOSER, make him more PERSISTENT for multiple reasons, and for this, it felt as if to take her number is to doom her, but Loni is right, he isn’t particularly strong, and has lost several confrontations already, and she could, MAYBE, hold her own against his father, but it feels wrong and selfish to leave her at his mercy.

       ❛ Vampires CAN BE pretty fucking gross, even I have done things I'm not proud of --- and he’s pretty fucking awful, like, vampire Mafia garbage... so you really don't got to explain yourself to me, I understand.  ❜   With a very deep breath and the resolution, if he likes it or not, his father has dragged Loni into this shit show, he takes her number and wraps his arms around her for a very gentle and cold vampire hug. 

      ❛ SO PLEASE be careful.  ❜   He’s seen far too many people end up DEAD, he really, really hopes he doesn’t end up regretting this.   ❛ If he hurts you, you let me know, two against one is better odds. I am not JOKING, he’s a real fucking creep, and I really don’t want him to hurt you.  ❜  

                                                          │ ╯   @maljefe​​   //   ( continuation )  ♡ │

[xarakaas]

dying in another world hadn't been the way loni wished to go. a place where she had almost no one, a place that wasn't home, a place that her family would never be able to find her in.

senses had already begun to go, vision blurry as she stumbled through the thick forest. with arm missing, ribs broken and puncturing lungs, hole in stomach, broken shin she was a sight for sore eyes as she fell into an opening right outside their shared home. only a few more feet she kept telling herself, dragging body inch by inch closer to the door. he'd be there. he'd hold her to til the end. he'd make sure she wasn't alone.

tears of frustration pool within blood shot eyes, spilling over mauve lashes when her body finally gave out. she didn't even have the strength to call for him, and even if she did her throat had been crushed. were she to have survived, it'd be a miracle if she could talk again.

world begins to fade, a chill settling in to bones as she lie there. although muffled, she could have sworn she heard someone scream her name, but she wasn't sure. perhaps dying made people hallucinate. she'd heard stories so maybe it was true?

by time someone made it to her side, she'd be dead. although, still warm. as if she could have been saved were someone just a bit sooner. truthfully, it wouldn't have made a difference, but the what ifs... weren't those the cruelest questions of them all?

That morning something felt wrong. Something felt...off. Like the prickle of goosebumps on your skin, or a cold chill up your spine. Easy enough to shrug off, to wish away on the hopes it's only paranoia or baseless worries. Even when she said she'd be leaving for just a small while, that feeling grew, and was once again smothered and silenced. It was just worry. It was just a baseless fear. Just a strange feeling in his gut.

If only he had stopped her. Maybe then it would have just been that.

Something told him to look outside, a pull, like the unbearable draw of eyes lingering too long upon his skin. There was a hesitation, a primal fear welling up in his stomach as he went to reach towards the doors handle. A fear that would be explained quickly, by the smell of iron on the wind, and the mangled form of that same Shifter he chose not to stop.

"L-Loni..." His blood nearly froze at the realization, his hands shaking and his heart nearly bursting free from his chest. "LONI!" Desperately he'd scream her name as he rushed towards her, grinding knees into mud and stone as he dropped to her side. "No no no no...Please, just wake up...wake up..." Panicked pleas would escape the tiefling through faint, nearly nonexistent breath. His hands ripping off pieces of fabric from his own sash and clothing in a feeble attempt to patch wounds, often dexterous fingers now fumbling and failing as the realization of how fruitless the attempt was finally overtook him. Hands now covered in her blood, he'd be unable to do anything more than simply pull her limp body close to his own...and hold her. Crimson trickling down and staining his pale blue skin, his face burying itself into her shoulder.

She had left him. He was just moments too late.

The overwhelming grief rocked his body as he clung to her motionless, mangled, form. Each limb violently shaking and struggling to keep her near to him. Tears breaking through years of stoic resistance and smothered emotion, carving trails down his face for the first time in decades. A face of a man drowning in despair. A face of a desperate desperate man.

"I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! KORD YOU BASTARD GOD JUST BRING HER BACK! ANY OF YOU DAMNED GODS, SITTING IDLY BY AND WATCHING! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL BE ANYTHING!" Where the grief stood strong, rage would begin to boil up. A demanding, desperate howl to the sky for whatever cursed deity merely stood by and allowed such a thing to happen. Had he not suffered enough? Had she not? When would these gods be sated with this cruelty? "KORD! ANSWER ME!"

C-crack

BOOM

And he answered. A single blinding flash of energy bolting down directly atop of the two...one soul. All senses fading, except for that...unbearable burning pain in his chest.

"HUH!" A sudden jolt would awake him, eyes opening to see the ceiling of an all too familiar room they had begun sharing. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding like war drums...yet...he felt a comfort. He felt...a smaller warmth, resting quietly against his chest.

Familiar lavender locks scattered and messy from moving throughout the night, soft breathes gliding across his chest...making the small cold spot of drool on his skin stand out a bit more to him, and a peaceful look upon her face as she slept in his arms. That same...hollow...bloodied...lifeless face he had 'seen' just moments ago.

Without so much as a second of warning, the tiefling would nearly pick the sleeping Shifter up, pulling her as close to him as he was able and wrapping both arms...and tail around her as tightly as he could without causing her harm. The smile upon his face wasn't even attempted to be hidden, a true, sincere relief overtaking his entire body as he places a single kiss upon her forehead and continues to nearly smother her.

Whatever that was. He'd NEVER let it happen again.

[ardenssolis]

@lobiita​ said (inbox):

she’s just going to lean in real close, almost like she might try to kiss him although she maintains eye contact the entire time and never once makes the move. “yer kinda cute..” she’s drunk, just yeet her please.

     AS LONI SLOWLY LEANED in, a brow rose as to what her intentions would be -- not that she was in the right mind to probably know what the answer to that even was. No doubt in the morning, as was often the case when Loni, she would be so embarrassed that him meeting her eyes would have the poor wolf wanting to flee if she recalled tonight's antics. ❝C-Cute...❞ That dreaded word, the word that he loathed the most (minus from specific people maybe...kinda -- it was embarrassing regardless!). Lifting his hand, he pressed both index and middle against Loni's forehead, poking it. ❝You are clearly not in the right mind if that specific word is what you would use to describe one as brilliant as I. That means I will have to take you back to your room and ensure that you pass out for the rest of the night.❞

     Cute...

     The absolute horror. ❝So,❞ he began, leaning back and pushing away the bottle that was close by, ❝I think we will have to cut this little drinking party short for the time being.❞ At least Iskandar hadn't come to drink with them. Loni would have really been out cold if that hulking behemoth of a man brought drinks, as gross as they all were to Ozymandias.

[greatinu]

@maljefe​ / starter call .

THE SEASONS CHANGE its colors, it draws to a close. the absence of dead leaves invites the cold. the flurries of white lost on the silver mane that made his hair, almost frozen in time as the snow slowly descended to the streets of new york. he had rewarded himself with blowing off steam at a boxing gym very far from where he worked. away from the familiar faces, away from all the frustrations. 

running a hand through silver locks, trying to invite the cold into the hot of his head, his eyes roved towards something of some interest. spanish obscenities, a woman riddled with scars. able to understand the situation, well versed in a number of languages, spanish being one of them. she looked like she was able to handle herself just fine, but the fact that he could blow off the remaining steam was something he wouldn’t necessarily pass up. it wouldn’t reflect back at work, even as owner of his very own company. a life of privacy definitely came with a lot of advantages.

the men around her seemed all the more upset that someone had shown up after they had cornered her. cowards, the lot of them. “ hay algún problema? ” meeting the eyes of loni, his gaze remained fixated on her, blatantly disregarding the cowardly men slowly zeroing in on her. “ dos contra sies, te parece bien? ” always so proper, it was ingrained in him-- influence of his father.