#i finally drew a vincent that actually LOOKS like vincent

[inoankin]

@jailbreaxis it's not a lot but i've been enjoying First Bite sooo so much and i don't have time to do a full piece right now. so i did a little sketch :) this is kind of a darker version of dreki's original drawing, which was. definitely intentional. i'm smart like that.

don't worry about vincent. these guys are really fucked up. good luck on chapter 5 <33

[ranticore]

Helloo I have questions for you re: the author ask you reblogged recently!! If you'd like for Félix and Islin: 2, 3, 4, 12, 14, 19 (and 20 if you'd like!)

let's fucking GOOOOOOO!!!

2: How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

F: day fucking one babey i knew his entire life story from the first second i drew him. the only things that changed are some minor appearance details. the FINAL final version has not arrived yet because i haven't finished writing the third book ;)

I: sure he looked different but in terms of personality and behaviour, the early him was very similar to what ended up in the books. what has changed is my understanding of him (<- that is to say, he always behaved the same, but i had to keep teasing out WHY he did that to reach what felt like a 'true' conclusion)

3: What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

F: "oh I have to make a guy to be Jean's Twin Brother" so role in the story I guess

I: Absolutely the religiosity, there had to be a tension between his morals and what he did for a living (among the magpies). Personality I guess

4: And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

F: Name. I am TERRIBLE at naming

I: .... Name

12: Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Both of them had separate playlists, but I hated how it crowded my spotify playlist window thingy to have so many, and there was a lot of overlap, so I consolidated their playlists into 1 big MVF draft one playlist with no rhyme or reason and no consistent anything

For songs, I can pick some random ones now just by hitting shuffle. It's a playlist I actually don't listen to much anymore (I made a new one for the rewrite) so this is a fun time capsule

Ok first Islin one i got was Devil Devil by MILCK, Point of Creation by Markéta Irglová, Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys OF COURSE, Judas by Lady Gaga... of course..., Los Ageless by St. Vincent, No Light No Light by Florence + The Machine, Without a Map by Markéta Irglová, and Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine naturally

for Félix i got Heat Waves by Glass Animals, What's a Devil to Do by Harley Poe, A Mask of My Own Face by Lemon Demon hehe, Like a Prayer by Madonna, The Stolen Child - 2006 Remaster by the Waterboys (this is just. The Poem. yknow the one), Stalker's Tango by Autoheart, and finally Bad Believer by St. Vincent

14: Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Oh hmmm I don't think so? It would be hard to pick one line out of thousands except who am I kidding it's this line from the first draft of the book i'm writing right now

it's so dumb

19: What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

F: who's to say

I: i like how mean-spirited he can be at times despite all illusions to the contrary. huge fan personally

20: Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

i got nothing lol i tried going to random spots in the document but i'm not feeling any excerpts rn

[ikemenfanfiction]

Isaac: Before You...

Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction (Aug 2020) masterlist

Featuring: Isaac Newton x Reader Word Count: 900 Disclaimer: Original characters are the rightful property of Cybird. Note: These stories occur before our MC falls in love with a vampire, so in some cases the featured characters may still be learning to get along—or that they don’t?—with each other. Warnings: None… well, there may be a few cheesy physics jokes? (Fluff) Premise: Climbing Trees You are working in the garden when you hear a plaintive cry. Upon searching for the source, you discover Vincent’s pet racoon Brush is stuck in a tree. Apparently, he was trying to get something shiny out of a hollow limb and could not be convinced to let go and come down safely. Deciding there was nothing else to be done you finally scale the tree in an effort to save the poor screeching creature. You discover that you can break away part of the hollowed part of the limb and free Brush’s paw. With one more screech in your direction the racoon makes off with the shiny button—his new treasure—without a backward glance. It is only then that you realize your predicament. Despite scrambling up the tree with ease in an effort to save the distressed animal… getting down was an entirely different matter. Isaac As you watch the racoon disappear you found yourself envying his freedom.

“Seriously Brush?” You asked despite doubting he could hear you. You glanced around and not seeing anyone around that could possibly help you—or just embarrass you—you decided that one way or another you were going to get out of this tree. Hopefully without breaking something? You scooted back to the main part of the trunk of the tree and you were just trying to lower yourself closer to the ground when a voice startled you. “What are you—” The exclamation was cut off by your own startled yelp. You were so surprised your grip on the branch slipped and down you tumbled onto… someone. “I-Isaac?” You asked in disbelief when your eyes focused on the person you’d landed on. Okay so he’d actually partially caught you before the momentum of your fall pushed you both onto the ground. “What in all the heavens were you doing up there?” The usually reserved and quiet vampire demanded. “That kind of fall c-could—uh—”

Suddenly realizing how close the two of you were—and that you were on his lap—Isaac’s face went bright red. “C-could you get off me please?” “Y-yes! I’m so sorry Isaac! I can’t believe that happened. Are you hurt?” You scrambled off of his lap getting to your feet and offering him a hand up. He took it hesitantly but drew his hand back quickly as soon as he was on his feet again. “No, I’m fine, but… What do you mean you can’t believe that happened? Do you have no concept of gravity?” His ears were even redder than before and he would not look you in the eye. “Well I—uh—may have miscalculated the velocity of my descent.” You tried to sound as apologetic as possible, and he actually looked up at you in surprise. “Oh…well… I guess that… wait! You aren’t patronizing me, are you?” He folded his arms defensively. “No! I really didn’t think I’d fall like that!” You protested. After seeing the way Arthur and Dazai were always teasing him you couldn’t blame him for the skepticism. “Good.” He huffed looking only slightly relieved. “I wouldn’t try that again, either. You could easily break something in a fall like that.” “I promise I won’t. Next time I’ll definitely find a ladder before even attempting to climb that high.” You tried to be reassuring. “But, thank you for—uh—interfering with my velocity.” “You’re welcome, I guess? I—uh—I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t mention this to anyone? I’m certain Arthur and Dazai would start teasing me about thinking you were an apple.” You barely managed to stifle a laugh, “No way! I promise I don’t want them to know about me falling from a tree either. I really am sorry for landing on you.” Isaac shrugged. “As long as neither one of us are hurt there’s really no need to mention it.” His ears were getting red again, and it was pretty adorable. You glanced away hoping that by not staring at him he could feel a little less embarrassed. When you did, however, you glanced instead at the branch you’d fallen from. Suddenly your stomach did an anxious flip. Isaac wasn’t kidding! That branch was much further up than you’d realized, and you really could have been hurt. “Could I bring something by to your room to say thank you?” You asked, suddenly feeling like you owed him more than an apology. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt your work, but I have this apple turnover recipe I’ve been dying to try… could I possibly bring you one?”

“I guess so… If you really want to that is? If you end up too busy to make them though don’t worry about it.” Isaac said backing away from you self-consciously. “You really will use a ladder next time?” “Yes! I promise.” “Good.” With that and a wave he left. The shy vampire wasn’t quite fleeing the scene, but you suspected he’d reached his limit at completing that much small talk with you. Maybe you should ask Sebastian to deliver the turnover so the poor man wouldn’t have to relive his embarrassment in front of you again later?

[empresstheresa-guide]

And here we have it: the final cover. It's a new "improved" version of the previous two. Yikes.

There's a certain aesthetic to the font and color, which I think is OK. It looks a bit distinctive from other book covers, and is miles better than the unprofessional font in the last two. I'm not a huge fan of purple and yellow, but I don't want to knock this. The yellow rectangle is a bit too high, but apart from that, I'd say this aspect is fine.

But Theresa.. I mean look at that face. It looks flat, like she's made of paper. The nose is so odd with its grey lines. It seems he drew it in pencil and then never filled in the line work. Maybe he was worried about "ruining" it. Or maybe he drew a face he didn't like, and then erased/filled with paint and drew it all over again. The impression is very uneven. Remember Theresa is supposed to be super beautiful, and when you write a character like that - not saying you should - the expectations are high. And at least for me, this doesn't do it at all. The first cover showed a happy, proud looking woman who actually had expressive eyes It felt more natural, while these later covers seem so tortured. He probably toiled for hours and hours to make her look "just right", but it just turned worse and worse. Drawing, trying again, coloring, erasing. Over and over. Sitting up late at night in your room, frantically drawing more and more, in a frenzy of having to make it better.

Her hands bother me the most. They're completely different sizes. They look like mannequin hands, and the fingers are oddly bent. Salad Fingers meets Vincent Adultman. She also seems to have very old-fashioned red nails. I guess long nails would make the fingers look even worse, but there's something so dated about her whole look.

And then there's her torso. The breasts are super far apart, but at least they're not unrealistically huge this time. The rest of her body is just completely flat. No hips. I thought she had a sexy butt, which she admires herself in one chapter. Usually that would include big hips, but maybe that's too "fat" for Norman.

The microphone is now red and less disturbing than the neon green one, but it's still very small and looks like Norman drew it with a single line. A black, sturdy microphone would look much better. I bet Norman doesn't watch any modern videos, because most streamers use proper headsets.

Somehow the soldiers turn into dogs, then spiders. The buildings get smaller, except for the one that's randomly slightly bigger. Norman needs to learn about perspective. You'd think there are art guides all over the internet for this kind of thing.

Not the worst version, but it's a hot mess. I give this 3,5/10 HALs.

I'm very curious to see if he will make a new cover some day. He seems to have trouble letting go of the book, probably because he sees it as his life's work, and it's hard to stop working on it. Maybe he feels empty and like something is missing. He should try to write another book. Many people would buy it, just to see how bad it is.

[sheyshen]

I’ve read it a handful of times, edited it and now subjecting you all to it, so a short post EW Gaius/WoL (though not the main wol, that’s raya) fic : some werlyt chain spoilers but other than that nothing specific.

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“Do you regret the choices you’ve made til now?”

Vincent mulled over the question Gaius had asked him that morning as he looked out over the water. The low rumble of thunder drew his eye towards a storm brewing on the horizon. He leaned on the balcony, leaning his crutch on the stone and taking a deep breath, savoring the rising winds bringing in a cool ocean breeze while he could. His leg already ached, it would be a bad night.

It was unusual for his partner to ask such things. Their eclectic group tended to keep their past to themselves, and while the pair had spoken of things like their home and family, it rarely became deeper than that. He knew Gaius struggled with the choices he’d made over the years, and he’d seen the guilt he carried, hate directed as much at himself as towards the Ascians. He had seen him coming to grips with the truth of what he had done to Eorzea, at the orders of his superiors, sure, but he had believed in what he had done at the time, and now he had nothing but doubt and a drive to make amends even if it was only on a small scale.

So when he asked the lancer such a question, Vincent had no answer for him. The moment had dragged out almost awkwardly before a knock at the door drew them both away for other matters. The question kept popping into his mind as he worked around Werlyt, moving supplies, helping Allie and the kids, checking provisions, and only needing to stop after his leg started acting up. The prosthetic had been in need of repairs for some time now, but between the final days and getting the city back on its feet he hadn’t had the time to get it looked at. He counted himself lucky that some of Cid’s crew weren’t too busy and could fix it for him. Magitek never did make sense to him.

So now he was stuck. No longer able to distract himself with busy work, and everyone else too busy to talk to. Nothing to do but actually think of an answer to Gaius’s question.

Lightning flashed in the distance, the bolts dancing amongst the clouds as it grew darker. He contemplated what the question was meant for, the wording was so vague that part of him wondered if he had meant their relationship, but if that was the case, that would’ve been easy to answer. But deep down, he knew that was likely the only thing they both were sure of.

His life before was… messy. He had spoken about losing his family and village to the poachers that roamed the shroud and of how he lost his leg, but he hadn’t told him much else. Did he have regrets? Absolutely. But would he go back and change them? He doubted it. Though much of it was painful, it also was what made him who he is today and led him to make the friends he has now. Back then, he wouldn’t’ve ever dreamed of seeing everything he had, going to the places he’s been. His road has been long and difficult, but even through it all, he likes the man he’s become.

So wrapped up in his thoughts he didn’t realize he was alone until Gaius cleared his throat. Vincent started, mentally cursing his waning reflexes. Sure, he wasn’t nearly the fighter he was prior to Carteneau, but he didn’t expect his senses to be dulling so soon after deciding to retire. He wasn’t even that old yet….

Glancing to his right, he gave his partner a smile that was meant to be reassuring, but the stormy look on his face rivaled that of the rumbling in the distance. He supposed that he wasn’t about to get out of giving him an answer that easy.

“I.” He started, letting out a breath. “No. I don’t.”

Gaius leaned on the balcony next to him, clearly in thought.

Vincent took his silence as a cue to continue, “There are plenty of things I wish I had done differently. Plenty of ways things could’ve gone better. But I don’t regret how my life has gone, even with the pain. I’ve hurt people because I thought I was in the right, for money, for revenge. But I’ve also grown past that, done good, helped people, saved them, and found people I care for that I never thought I would.” He paused, “Just as you have I’m sure.”

Gaius let out a breath. “If I had done things differently, perhaps Allie wouldn’t be alone.”

“She still has you.”

A slight smile appeared for a moment before fading, “Raya said the same when I asked her.” He didn’t continue, the pair just watching the storm rolling across the sea. The silence was comfortable, familiar, and Vincent reached over to grip the other man’s hand, threading their fingers together before squeezing.

“Then perhaps you should listen to her.” He grinned, “She is the Warrior of Light after all.”

That pulled a huff of a laugh and a hum of acknowledgment from Gaius before their attention was pulled away by a clattering of supplies falling and a squeak of surprise as one of the ironworks engineers tripped and dropped the tools she had been carrying. She looked at the pair in surprise, likely having expected the area to be empty, before gathering up her fallen gear and bolting for the G-warrior hangar. They let her go without a word, though a few raindrops warning of the imminent downpour did make them decide to head indoors.

Pushing off the balcony, Vincent used the stone to help keep balance on his one leg as he turned, finding Gaius already holding his crutch out to him. Thanking him, he secured it on his arm and gripped the handle, getting his bearings before they headed away. He paused a moment before speaking up. “I’ve never regretted my time with you.” He watched for a reaction, knowing the older man tended to keep his emotions close to his heart, unlike himself. But after having spent so much time together, he had come to be able to read him well enough, or at least well enough to notice the look that flashed across his face that made him close the distance to pull him into a tight hug with his free hand, leaning to press his forehead firmly on his partner’s and repeat what he said.

Gaius didn’t say anything, but he leaned in, mirroring, and reached up, settling his hand firmly on the back of Vincent’s neck and closed his eyes.

[canon-can-fight-me]

Some headcanons for some F/Os that I post about less but are in my head often:

It’s long so I put it under the cut:

- When Alha.itham and Rina start dating, he invites her to his house a lot more to hang out. Originally, Ka.veh is annoyed at this because Rina starts eating some of his snacks (Al.haitham told her it was okay). So he didn’t like her at first, but then one time she actually defended him against Hai.tham so now they’re cool with each other. Also, Hai.tham brings Rina to the tavern when he hangs out with Tigh.nari and Cy.no, who both caught on that they were dating before Rina even said anything about it.

(I should post about Rina and Kav.eh’s friendship more often, I actually love their dynamic)

- It’s actually canon (from GB2) that Eg.on didn’t grow up with any toys save for part of a slinky he straightened. Meanwhile, Kaiyo grew up with a vivid imagination and her fair share of toys growing up. As adults, they help each other expand and grow, as Eg.on teaches her about science and encourages her to learn despite her insistence that she’s “not a genius like him”. He finds her intelligent in her own right and never talks down to her. Similarly, Kaiyo is one of the few people where Eg.on feels comfortable being a little sillier around her since she’s doubly silly and they kind of round each other out in that way, and make each other better.

- One time when Bei.dou left for one of her trips, she accidentally left her coat behind for one Rina had gifted her for Lantern Rite. Rina was quick to take advantage and ended up wearing it often to work, to dinner, etc. Sometimes, Bei.dou actually does let Rina wear it instead of her because she looks cute in it.

- You know that training wooden post Deh.ya has? In the arc.hon quest she mentioned that she knows every mark she’s ever made on it. Except one. One time while training she was caught off guard when she saw a little heart carved into the wood. I wonder who did that…

- Being the only member of TBB who is female besides Ome.ga, she and Kaiyo have a lot of bonding time where Kaiyo often takes her out to do more “girly” things the others either understand or try to but just don’t quite grasp. On one such occasion the two returned having bought two different dresses which they were wearing when they returned. Ome.ga came back first, to which Hun.ter said “that’s a nice dress, Ome.ga. Did Kaiyo buy it for you?” “Yep! She also bought one for herself, look!” He looked up to see Kaiyo’s dress and got flustered as he had never seen her outside of her usual work wear. Ome.ga teased him about his reaction for days.

- Kaiyo is fond of sketching, and often likes to do it when not on a mission, training, or bugging any of the guys. She once noticed that Te.ch was particularly engrossed in fixing something that he hadn’t noticed her come in. So she sat down and sketched him for an entire hour until finally he looked up and noticed her there. “Oh. How long have you been there?” She smiled and showed him the sketch. “Long enough to make this.” He adjusted his goggles. “Impressive. You have quite the talent…” Te.ch keeps the sketch in his room and looks at it from time to time. Not because it’s of him, but because Kaiyo drew it for him.

- The way Kaiyo and Vincent speak is night and day. Vincent is always very formal, Kaiyo more casual unless the situation calls for it. To his annoyance, Kaiyo uses “slang terms” because she knows it irritates him. Eugene thinks it’s funny. This was all fine until at a meeting he slipped up and used said word and embarrassed himself. Maybe he spends too much time around her…maybe this is exactly what she wanted.

[getvalentined]

I forgot how much art I did for Chaos Theory. Trying to get it all organized for public posting is absolutely wild—every time I think I've got it all, someone mentions something and I remember oh yeah I did that too didn't I where did I save that?

The cover, one full page illustration, three pieces of promotional art, a logo, a wordmark, all the backgrounds and assets used (and left unused) throughout the project, and four—technically five—spot illustrations.

The spot illustrations are actually mostly full pieces that I drew, cropped to hell, and then added in with a bunch of other details; the most egregious example is that one of them features a grainy photo of Turk Vincent in The Tubes, spilling out of an overfull manila file folder along with a photo of Galian, a 3.5" floppy, notes and stacks of paper with paperclips and binder clips all over. When conceptualizing this, my neurodivergent ass was like "on top of hand-drawing all those other tiny elements to their most minute detail, I really should fully render Vincent in The Tubes if I want this to look right." I proceeded to do so, and then scaled that part of the image down to less than an inch on its longest axis for the final print. It is practically invisible. Why did I do that.

This is on top of doing all the graphics for social media accounts and the shop, stretch goals, announcements, and creating the actual print layout for the zine itself.

I'm literally sitting here like HEY ME FROM THE PAST ARE YOU LIKE…OKAY???

[shonkgobonk]

Guess who finally got art inspo and finally drew myself:D

I'm planning on drawing myself more especially since my little brain wants to draw self insert stuff with some characters

*cough* @bluecoolr 's band au Bo *cough*

I also surprised my mom and myself because this does actually look like me

Tags for peeps who might enjoy this stuff that isn't purely slasher stuff/oc stuff

@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

@rottent33th

@soupbabe

@capybar00

@immortal-velociraptor

@cyanide-latte

@all-of-these-vampires

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Sleep well 😴

Hmmm as a prompt (of my own creation haha)

Peter x Lucian

Peter doing his show, with some rare audience participation and dragging lucian on stage for a bit of flirting or even smooching.

This may be a little shit, but feel free to do whatever you want to do with this… I won’t be disappointed whatever you do.

I don't think it's shit, I think it's interesting!

On with the fic!

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Sometimes Peter's PR team liked to host these shows where audience participation was needed for the show. These could either go pretty well with whoever got chosen actually did what they were told to do, or they could go badly and things went to shit. Or, in one case, Peter having to take a trip to the hospital because a guest struck him with a prop and knocked him off stage.

He never did find out what happened with that guest, but his people were able to take care of things. He didn't bother to ask what that meant.

Tonight was a night for participation, it often drew in more customers. The chosen seat was randomized, and if no one sat in it, there were backups.

This was also one of those rare nights where Lucian came to see the show, curious to see how different the show was when an audience member was brought on stage. Peter nearly prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of Lucian tonight.

He was backstage, getting ready for when his grand appearance would happen, when he heard the sounds of the vampires out on stage. Some of them were talking among themselves, about looking for the perfect victim tonight. The usual actress who played the victim always loved these nights because she got to be a vampire for once, so he heard her happily exclaim it was time to hunt.

There was sounds of the vampires rushing the audience, the people happily getting involved with fake surprise and horror, until the lead actress, the head vampire, announced she found the perfect victim.

Peter made his way to the lower stage, getting on his platform to make his grand appearance by being lifted upwards to the stage through a trap door. He wondered who got chosen tonight, the last seat had, ironically, been for a birthday-celebrating kid, so that was pretty cool.

However, when Peter finally got up onto the stage, about to make his big, grand speech, the words died in this throat when he noticed who was 'strapped' to the bed.

Of fucking course it was his luck that Lucian would sit in the random seat.

Lucian looked perfectly fine playing the victim, in fact, he looked quite amused. Peter cleared his throat and decided it might be time for a little improvisation.

"Wrenches of the night!" He called out, hoping his voice didn't crack. "How dare you decide to try to make a feast of my fellow hunter, Blaiddda!"

He totally ignored the look Lucian shot his way at the joke name. "Unforgivable! For he is one of the best hunters in the land, blessed by the moon herself to take down your kind!"

The actresses looked a little confused, but then excited, they were good at their jobs, they loved mixing it up. "He was an easy catch, hunter Vincent! Distracted at just the right moment for us to strike!"

"It shall not happen again!"

"No, because he will bleed tonight, as will you!" Called the head vampire.

And their 'battle' started. All flashing lights and fog, fire and fake blood splatter. Lucian watched them from where he was still tied down to the set, seeming to be enjoying this way more than Peter liked. Clearly he was getting a kick out of the show more than he normally did.

Soon, Peter slayed the last of the vampires, who winked at him when she dropped onto the foggy stage. Cheek.

He hurried up to the bed where Lucian was, speaking into the mic on his jacket. "Blaiddda, have they harmed you?" He asked, trying not to smile, he had to pretend to be worried.

"No, I'm fine, you know I heal quite well from injury, my dear hunter." Lucian replied and Peter wanted to hide his face, fuck, that sounded weirdly romantic.

"Let me take you away from here, check for wounds, you never know what those crafty beasts can do when not looking."

"Ah? Are you that worried, or is this more of an excuse to get me out of my clothes?" Lucian smirked, the audience laughed, and Peter stuttered out nonsense.

"Y-you must have hit your head, let me, uh, take care of it."

"Whatever my hero desires."

"Jesus fuck, Lucian." He whispered and Lucian looked way too amused about this.

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This is what you get for the wolf joke, Peter.

[amplifyme]

@randomfoggytiger @tygertygerfoggybright

Here I go again on your latest ask, pickin' and choosin'.

Perlman was so much more "class clown" than I was expecting-- having a ton of fun, a ton of energy, bouncing off of the audience quite energetically. Roy and Jay were great, too:

Like he said, not a straight man on the set! I'll bet that show was a blast to work on. If you can carve out a good chunk of time, it's worth watching the entire Q & A. It's one of my favorites of all the cons that were filmed and shared. I believe it was the first one after the show was canceled but everyone was certain that another network would pick up the show, and Koslow was pushing hard for a least one movie, and it was looking like we'd actually get one. Oh, well...

More below...

Also, everyone (including Perlman) not hearing Vincent's voice at times was side-splitting. XDDDD

Right?? 🤣

Unfortunately after this con, Perlman made appearances at a couple others where he encountered some of the more, ummm, fanatical and aggressive Classic fans, in ways that soured him on doing any more of them. He finally relented and made the surprise appearance in 1995 at A Distant Shore in LA, which just happened to be the only con I was able to attend. I got lucky. We all did. He did another one in 1999, but I think that was it as far as BATB appearances.

Nan's thoughts on Diana were fascinating--

Yes, they were. She had such an influence on the way I learned to consume media and analyze aspects of a character that I might've missed. We didn't agree on everything re: Diana, but we shared a brain when it came to Vincent. Were you able to watch the full panel with Nan? It's well worth it.

recognizing why Vincent kept Diana a secret from Father for a bit and doesn't admit to her until there is a chance Diana fill find a way Below,

He wasn't going to share her until he absolutely had to. She was his little secret, and I love that about a character who's normally so open with his father.

noting what drew Vincent to Catherine (courage/beauty/warmth) vs. what draws him to Diana (imagination-- and smiles talking about it) and that he highly values imagination from people,

That's because his own ability to imagine things has been so vital to him. If you can't ever see the mountains, it's important that you be able to fully imagine them. One of the smaller details in Nan's writing that I appreciate so much is that she has Vincent sucking down all the movies and travelogues Diana rents for him, pausing a single image to study it, sometimes for so long that the VCR shuts off. It's the little things like that that make her writing so memorable to me.

Diana used her own status/experience to argue against Vincent's wrong path he was pursuing ("human standards apply to you, too; and you're WRONG")

This is so hugely important to their dynamic.

understanding that killing is a moral choice to Vincent (not a matter of expediency-- wait, wasn't killing an expediency to Catherine, especially in times of danger? Morals certainly took a backseat when it came to her rescue; but to V a life was a life),

Well, it was a moral choice and a matter of expediency. I think V believed that anyone who threatened an innocent with violence (not just Cathy) didn't fall within his own moral standards of where one might deserve a second chance. They were being an active threat to people he loved, so he eliminated that threat. Easy peasy. I kind of think he probably didn't give a whole lot of thought to those he'd killed until this toxic alchemy was created when the desire he felt for Cathy became hard to distinguish from his desire to protect her. When the one need began to feed the other, and vice versa. That's when things started to get sticky and eventually led to his downfall.

But Diana has been able to see things from both sides in a way V hasn't. She knows and is able to crawl inside the minds and emotions of both victim and perpetrator, so her moral authority is different from his - more highly refined, perhaps. And she expects him to operate on her level, not his. And, by God, he does it! He learns to see things differently, to make decisions more with his head than with his gut. She tells him flat out that he can't keep going around slaughtering people just because he's half out of his mind with grief and anger. Because that makes him operate in ways that betray her own moral standards and she knows he's better than that.

Sorry, I went on a tangent there, but the fic I'm working on right now explores a lot of these same issues, so it's up front in my mind.

emphasizing that the rules that applied to Catherine do not apply to Diana

Yes, sir, because the last thing D wants is for him to see her as someone else he has to kill for. She doesn't want that. She's determined that he not get caught up in that cycle of violence again. She making it clear that she's not Cathy, she's her own person with her own thoughts and needs and he has to accept that and respect it.

On your sister and Helper:

Her overall impression: “Man, Nanverse is hard mode.

Yeah, buddy, Nan never pulled any punches in her writing.

Speaking of, it's time to go back to my own. Until the next time...

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ GRAB ]- Blake/ Gregory- Finally Blake go get yo Man, Assert domaniance over all that May try and take him from you .

or

[ LEAVE ]- Masaki/Julian - I mean yea, When Psychic powers are involved

things done while kissing

[ GRAB ] : impulsively, sender quickly crosses the room to where the receiver is standing, grabs them, and pulls them into a passionate kiss.

It was to be expected that he was caught quickly with this half assed disguise... some students wanted to take a trip into the city together but Gregories status as a popular Idol was quickly a hinderance cause despite shapeshifting a little and change his hair, his whole attitude and face was quickly recognized by a swarm of fans... and so now he was cornered by a bunch of people wanting an autograph and so the other students had to wait.

Blake was annoyed talking to his dorm mates but didn’t know why yet untill he actually noticed what was annoying... one of this fans got awfully close to him... she pushed her chest even against his arm and tried to get his attention and that was enough for him.

“Blake are you okay?”

“I am tired of waiting cause of this bullshit.”

He got up his seat as Plutus and Vincent look after him... he ran up through the group of fans and as he approached Gregory, he pulled him down by his collar to kiss him, making that one fan let loose of his arm and Blake put both arms around him.

“You can go away, he is mine... “

Many of the fans looked in shock as Blake dragged away Greg who had a dumb smile on his face.... untill the students eventually had peace in the boat back to school.

“Ya really like me huh? I am yours?”

“S-shut up... I only claimed that cause I wanted to go home and they kept you from going.”

“Ya do know media will start rumors about it?”

Blake froze up... right people would assume they are a couple and the  fans will spread it like wildfire.

“Guess I have to play you boyfriend then.”

He pouted as Greg drew closer with another dumb smirk.

“Why not be my boyfriend then?”

“Shut up you moron.”

[ LEAVE ] : having just given the receiver a kiss of a lifetime, sender leaves the room, leaving the receiver to wrap their head around what just happened.

He was busy studying his choreo for the next big show...to busy to notice Masaki watching his performance and as he finished he had his usual confident smirk on his face.

“Oh my, curious are you? I have fun putting on another show for you.”

“I rather not want to see an Elephant stomp around.”

“As Sharp as ever... did you have business with me?”

Masaki walked close to him and sighed.

“Why me?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why take so much interest in me... I noticed you stopped your usual flirts with other guys.”

Julian chuckled.

“Simple, I wanna prove you how dedicated I am...how I am serious with wanting you to be with me.”

The demon expected a slap, a sassy comment or anything.. he would take anything Masaki would throw at him but instead... he was suddenly pulled to him and kissed... lasting for a long while untill after Masaki withdrew, he used his powers to quickly leave, seeing him dumbfounded... Julian slowly processed the situation and grew pretty red.

“Jeez and then he leaves me like this. Funny really... I got what i wanted but... I still feel unsatisfied... guess next time I can get my revenge.”

He smirked and packed his belongings with a smile on his face.

[midnightpsychos]

🏠 Nate x Jules or Bobby and Vincent

Both, I’m doing both @predatorymaniac

Nate x Jules:

Jules never thought she’d go to college even after living in the real life version of hell during high school, the room was nice and tidy as Jules eyes wandered over to the other side of the room. It looked like she was sharing a room with a boy, hopefully it would be peaceful instead of nosy because Jules had a rough estimation that every college boy who were freshman loved to party.

Jules had a set career and a set focus on what she wanted to be after college and no one or anything was stopping her from achieving the best grades she could get, she started setting a routine of which she followed but first she wanted to see who her roommate was and let curiosity kill the cat. 

It had not been long until she heard the keys in the room’s door start to move to unlock the door as she could hear a familiar voice through the door but couldn’t quite put a name to the voice type of situation. Jules had cut off contact with almost everyone in high school except for Nate but after the whole incident with Lexi’s play - she wasn’t quite sure where Nate was going.

The dorm door finally opened and Jules felt like fainting - holy shit - it was Nate and he looked different she thought, Jules had had a change in her appearance as well to get away from all the high school drama but seeing Nate made her think that her college life was already ruined.

She was speechless, not a single word could come to her mind except for surprising things to which she didn’t want to admit to him but ended up forcing herself to patch up broken glass for once so she made conversation with the lad. “Nate, hi, been a long time - how have you been?” What the fuck was she saying? Jules already knew the answer to the question and she still asked him, that was stupid of her

Bobby x Vincent:

Both Bobby and Vincent got into the college that they applied for and it made both brothers’ day. There was a slight chance of them not being roommates but it wasn’t the end of the world - maybe Bobby could make new friends outside of the hospital - Vincent thought due to Bobby’s condition getting worse and worse which meant more hospital trips and majority of the time being spent in the hospital waiting room waiting to see if Bobby would get discharged and he didn’t. 

Luckily the hospital let Bobby go to college and for Vincent to tell the teachers privately why it would take Bobby twice a long to learn stuff as other kids their age and how the teachers need to monitor Bobby’s health as well as telling Vincent or his parents how Bobby has been doing, sadly, that’s what life was like for the boys after receiving the news that they wouldn’t be able to fully move on with their lives until they stopped killing. 

“Right, room 317, get ready to meet your new roommate Vince” He sighed before entering the room to a pitch black room, Vincent didn’t know if anyone was in there or sleeping so he kept his voice down as well as closing the door slowly. He chose the bed closet to the window because he got hot during the night, unpacking some of his belongings - he drew the curtains and heard someone groan.

Maybe that was his roommate getting up, Vincent shrugged and went back to unpacking, he placed a photo of him, Bobby and Alexa on a windowsill since Alexa had to go back home to Australia to deal with some family issues but she’d be back before the semester ends. Vincent turned around to find out that his roommate was actually his brother - Bobby, “why did I have a feeling that you were going to be my roommate? Yes, the odds of us actually being roommates were slim but I feel like the headmaster felt sympathetic towards us” Vincent chuckled before hugging Bobby.

[theherosreturn]

Braldey, to the fake Jackrow during the extra-long charge (for maximum power): If the Fatalis did kill him, he would’ve been incinerated or eaten while, not decapitated. Besides, knowing him, something or someone ended up doing something to invoke his desire to aid others and averted that fate anyways, and he’s a stronger lad than he thinks. (At that moment, a certain crazed mercenary sneezed, as if he was mentioned) *looks to everyone else* If you can come along and choose to do so, I feel like I’ll be piercing the barrier with this so be ready! *looks at Irida, Ratha, Emir, and Joan in particular* Irida, you and your Glaceon should stay on Ratha. (Irida, ready to leave this place: Understood!) Emir, I’ve noticed that you can fly well enough, so follow Ratha. (Emir: Aigas! (That’s a sound of confirmation) Joan, Ratha, you both know what to do. (Joan, now wearing a kite like a glider: I’m ready!)

(After Ratha roars in agreement, the extra powerful Limit Break was unleashed…and immediately pierced through the Analog Beast upon impact, dispelling the various monsters and causing it to fall apart. Bradley kept flying, soon followed by everyone who could come along and wished to at this exact moment (A.N. I’m not sure Mimic, Whank, and Mr. Drew can come along, so I’ll leave that to you), and soon was careening towards the final, now weakened barrier. Soon, he was basically ramming into it. In the merged universes, a crack in the sky started to form, a distinct orange color. All paused to look at it, even the crystal zombies that Sam had unleashed…and soon enough…it broke, releasing an ethereal blue dragon that was followed by a few hard to see entities. Those who didn’t recognize it were in shock…but those who did recognize Dragonsong Dive realized something, to their dread for villains…and immense relief and hope for heroes. Why? The Warrior of Light…was back.)

(A.N. Let’s have a battle scenario with some characters who joined in through the Adventureverse be particularly seen…alongside Jackrow’s reaction to this)

(Note: Mimic can't really come since he's still yet to figure out how to exactly "leave" the In-between Realm, Mr. Drew can only go back to the Ink realm, and Whank actually does come along with the others!)

Molly, with Giovanni's old "Vincent Murder" outfit protecting herself and her bear hoodie: Is...Is that who I think it is?...

Ross: Told you he was tougher than anything Sam brought in his way!

Jackrow:...I'll be damned...He's actually back!...

Khan, who was blocking a bunch of gunfire with his metal door shield: Guys! I could use a little help!!...*The fight between The Crystallized Ones and a group of Savage Scavengers and C.I. was becoming more and more intense by the second*

(Meanwhile with Enchantress Pink and the others)

*While Lightshow Yellow was busy cheering up the tired Sarah Henderson (Needlemouse) and the mentally anguished Jack Walten (Bon the Rabbit)...Enchantress Pink was floating towards Martin Greywhinder in an ethereal way that oozed out malice*

Martin, while fruitlessly hoping they didn't see what he's done in the past: T-Thank you for freeing me from that awful monstrosity and stopping that strange Samuel fellow from turning all of my creations into nightmarish monsters-!

Enchantress Pink, after immediately ensnaring the wicked man in holy golden chains: SHUT. UP. *She floated directly into his face and glared directly into his rotten soul* You are guilty for murdering your entire family and all for the sake of supposedly creating the "Perfect Toy"...How do you plead?...

Martin Greywhinder:...Not guilty??....*Enchantress Pink simply stared at the man and let him go...Only to reveal that she had secretly teleported him into a closed off room where his creations were free to maim him in order to finally be set free...His ghostly wife watched as the mechanical monstrosities got closer and closer to him* No...No! Stay back!! I said stay ba-AAAACK!!!!

*They all tore him apart*

====

Sarah, after Enchantress Pink returned without that vile monster of a man:...Is he gone?...

Enchantress Pink: I've given The Family the chance to finally be set free and rest...Now it's both your turns to rest as well...

Jack Walten:...Will I get to see my family again?...*She nodded...They both had finally letted go of their grief and anger...setting them and every other spirit in their respective worlds free...*

Enchantress Pink, while smiling as they both began fading away: Rest well...You all deserve it...

[lostximagination]

Essa siblings in summer of 2019

[aeoncryptic]

Arthur's Day Trip

This is Fluff~ Story after the break.

I also just want to put a big thank you out there for those that looked over this, gave me advice, or just put up with me! <3

Word count: This story is 4,667 words long.

Edit: I suppose I should have added before that there is a bonus at the end for Theo torture. <3 (not actual torture just...)

(March 13th, xx; four in the morning; Arthur)

Arthur was possessed. The sun had long since set, yet he sat at his desk writing. The sound of a quill scratching away at paper were the only noises in the barely lit room. Midnight-colored bangs fell to cover his eyes as he sighed, finally setting his writing utensil down. He had fully intended to cease his habit of working through the night once he had asked his lovely girlfriend, (MC), to be his wife. Unfortunately for the exhausted writer, his mind would not grant him the solace of keeping his promise. He raked his tired hands through his hair and turned his sapphire eyes onto his beautiful fiancee. She had been so exhausted from her work in the manor that she collapsed on his bed, stretching her entire body across it. The blankets were in disarray and her red hair was splayed around her as if she had a halo. Leaving his story unfinished for the night, the tired writer climbed into what little bed space there was next to his beloved. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping he wouldn’t wake her. His eyes slowly drifted off to sleep.

(March 13th, xx; two hours after noon; Arthur)

The smell of coffee wafted to the author’s nose, causing him to stir. Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted with a smile that rivaled the sun. (MC) set his daily dose of “bitter energy provider”, as she called it, on his desk with a glass of rouge. “Good afternoon, Arthur. I brought your coffee and lunch. You happened to sleep through breakfast.” The red-haired woman glanced at the bookshelf next to his desk. It held resources the writer used for reference, but also held at least an entire shelf of completed manuscripts yet to be published. Arthur knew the expression on her face well. It was one of love and admiration; one he felt he didn’t deserve. Pushing away those dark emotions as they welled up, he carefully got out of bed to give her his full attention. “Arthur, it's a waste for your stories to just sit on your shelf! They’re exhilarating and should be shared!” She tried to appeal to him. “You work so hard day and night to write these, why not try to find a publisher?” With a gentle and encouraging tone, she attempted to persuade her lover.

Ah, the old song and dance. He thought as he allowed his usual playful smile dance across his lips as he stood before her, lifting his hand to gently hold the strands of her long hair and let them slip through his fingers. “Hmm~ Perhaps I’ll consider it. More importantly, won’t you join me for lunch, luv~?” His seductive expression would be enough to convince any woman. However, Arthur knew that she would turn him down as she would most likely be busy with her work. Couldn’t have hurt to ask~.

Though his words made her blush, her emerald eyes glittered playfully as she responded. “Really, Arthur? I have to get back to work.” Her soft lips brushed against his cheeks, as if trying to banish his pout, and then she was out the door. Her movements were swift enough to prevent him from convincing her to stay, which was guaranteed to succeed. The writer chuckled at how adorable his fiancee was. If he had convinced her to stay, he would have felt guilty at having taken her from her responsibilities. The writer quickly shook off those thoughts, lest he spiral back into the unending strings of guilt.

Deciding that he desired his coffee rush, Arthur quickly got dressed and sat before his desk. He picked up his pen and stared at the unfinished manuscript. If I can finish this by the end of today, why, I may just get (MC) all to myself tomorrow~ After all, it is her day off. With that thought alone, he felt a surge of energy. Today he would finish this manuscript and start tomorrow’s story so he could spend the day with his lover.

(March 13th, xx; five in the evening; MC)

Her hair swished with the wind as she finished the last of her chores for the day. Working at a mansion with eleven vampires was tough work when there was only the butler, Sebastian, and herself. Now that spring was here, they had been exceedingly busy. (MC) felt guilty that she wasn’t able to spend as much time with Arthur as she wanted. Taking care of everyone here is my job and it’s important, so I’m sure Arthur understands. Remembering that she is supposed to help the butler with prepping and cooking dinner, she glanced at her pocket watch. An expression of shock spread over her features as she realized the time. Gathering her skirts a bit, the young lady rushed inside.

Upon her entry to the kitchen, she was prepared to receive Sebastian’s signature flick to the forehead as punishment for being late. Luckily, he simply glanced in her direction and gave her a smile. “You’re late. If you finished the work in the garden, why not get started on Sir Isaac’s dinner?” He instructed her as he was finishing up Theo’s and Vincent’s “dinner”. Her nose scrunched up at the pancakes and Theo’s entire bottle of syrup that she knew he would pour on the unsuspecting victims.

“Pancakes again? Theo is going to end up sick.” She giggled, but set to work on Isaac’s sandwich. Isaac preferred sandwiches because it was easier to eat and work, Theodorus preferred pancakes, and Napoleon would sometimes cook his own food. Pleased with her efforts, she gently placed the sandwich on a plate and set different vegetables around it. With dextrous fingers, she placed the meals on the serving cart. Before leaving the kitchen, she made sure to grab not one, but two syrup bottles with the knowledge that Theo would drown his pancakes without mercy. Once everything was set up they headed to the dining room.

Sitting at the table was the usual crowd, but she was surprised to see her lover amongst the group since he was working on his manuscript. She had expected that Arthur would still be hard at work. As she placed the prepared plates on the table along with the two syrup bottles, she gave Theo a playful smile. “Here you are Theo, your syrup with a side of pancakes.”

Theo’s usual cocky smirk disappeared from his face to display a scowl. “Despite what you seem to believe, I do eat other foods besides pancakes, hondje.” Vincent and the housekeeper watched as Theo poured more than a normal amount of syrup on his cakes as usual.

Vincent, reaching for his own bottle, poured a little amount on his. “But Theo, pancakes are your favorite meal and that is your fourth bottle of syrup this week.” Sebastian, overhearing this conversation, bemoans the lack of chances to shop this week and makes note that they will need more syrup. Seeing Theo being called out by his own brother caused her to cover her mouth to hide her giggles. Theo turned to Vincent wide eyed. “Are you taking the knabbeltje’s side, Broer?” The brunette pouts at his older brother.

The older paused and seemed to think for a moment, “Sebastian has been making you pancakes for almost every meal this week. Maybe (MC) has an idea of a meal you would like.” He offered his brother his winning angelic smile. Theo merely grumbled in response and began to eat his pancakes. Seeing her chance, she decided to appeal to Vincent. He was her key to convincing Theo to at least give her idea a try. “Actually Vincent, there is a 21st century recipe for pancakes that I have been wanting Theo to try. I just know how much you love Sebastian’s pancakes, so I didn’t want to force it on you.”

She lowered her head and looked away, which sealed the deal as she heard Vincent say, “I’m sure Theo would be happy to try them, especially since you said you wanted him to try them.” Realizing his fate was sealed and the overhanging possibility of him trying a healthier option of pancake caused Theo to choke on his breakfast. Clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and sent a strained smile to his brother. “Sure, Broer, even a hondje can’t mess up something as simple as a pancake.” She grinned at her feat, already planning the ingredients she would need. She turned her attention back to her work.

(March 13th, six in the evening; Arthur)

Her attempts to get Theo to at least attempt to eat healthier, despite the lack of need for food, had not gone unnoticed. Vincent was happy that she worried for them, but it was unnecessary. Though, her mischief towards Theo and his beloved pancakes was always a sight to behold. It always amused the writer. Arthur, having been a spectator for this specific trial, was quite pleased with his fiancee; She had managed to place Theo in a checkmate position.

Catching Sebas taking notes for groceries gave Arthur an idea that he was mulling over as his lover took her seat beside him. He gave her a smile that rang of his pride for her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he drew her slightly closer to place a kiss to her temple. “You’re a clever bird~” He whispered into her ear. She grinned at him, while Theo merely glowered.

(March 14th, six in the morning; MC)

The sunlight started to trickle past the slightly parted curtains, blessing the room with light from the sunrise. The red haired lady glanced at the empty spot next to her, saddened to find he wasn’t resting there. She turned her emerald eyes upon his desk, only to find it missing its owner as well. Concern began to creep in through her fingertips and slowly spread throughout her body, making her cold under the warm blankets. Perhaps he went to get coffee? His side of the bed looked untouched, as if the writer had never even entered the bed. She quickly sat up, the press of her feet to the cold floor sending a shiver through her. Running a hand through her hair to calm herself, she used her free one to open the dressing room.

Once she was dressed, the red-haired lady quickly stalked down the deserted hallways towards the kitchen. She was late to help with the chores, but she was more worried about her lover. Had he just gone to get coffee as she had thought earlier? Perhaps he needed fresh air and went for a walk? Her steps were light upon the floor, making barely a sound. Once she reached the kitchen door, she had managed to calm her fears. She slowly opened the door only to find the very man where she had guessed he would be. Drinking his “bitter energy provider.” Flashing a gentle smile at the sapphire eyed man, she walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, Arthur!”

He gave her a lazy grin, his eyes already looking tired, but there was something playful there in his expression. “Good morning, luv~” He sang in his usual flirtatious tone and set his coffee aside in order to give her a tight hug. “Comte dragged Sebas out early this morning and asked that you do the shopping for the day.” The author was pouting as he placed a kiss to her temple. “While I am desperate to have your attention all to myself, I was wondering if I could accompany you~?”

The look she gave him at that question was one of disbelief. “Don’t you have to finish a manuscript?” She eyed him, knowing all of his tricks. In response, he gave her the puppy dog eyes; she had to look away, or else he would win their little game too easily. With a huff, she wiggled out of his arms and picked up the note left to her by the dark haired butler.

“Dear MC,

I have been asked by le Comte to accompany him on some business outside of Paris and will be gone for the day. Along with the usual chores, I have left a list of items that need to be picked up in town.

I can come in many shades and often made from unconventional materials and I am used in strokes.

I am desirable and appealing to some, due to my false sense of calm. My life started with a spark and then goes up in cinder and smoke.

I often end up in sticky situations and don’t come from bees, but I can be found at breakfast and cannot be spread freely.

Dark as sin and a pain to wash out, I am often used to send someone’s thoughts. Without me, people cannot read.

When I am well worn, I have a crack in my spine. I often have dog ears when I am done. I can be heavy or lean, but left alone I can gather dust.

Be sure that this list is completed by the end of the afternoon. I know you need to go to town to pick up your ingredients as well for your 'pancakes'.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, wondering what could have possessed the butler to leave such a puzzle for her to solve. These riddles couldn’t be too hard, right? As she was trying to relate each sentence to an item that one of the residents could need, her lover snaked his arm around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder to look at the letter. “Ah~ A fun little game.” His free hand slid along her arm, taking the letter from her hands to read it better. Glancing up, she puffed her cheeks out at him. “Get your coat, luv. We are going to town.” Folding the letter neatly, he put it in his pocket.

His fiancee’s expression left nothing to the imagination. “Don’t you have to work?” She asked, obviously worried that she would, once again, distract him from his manuscripts. However, a selfish part of her brain told her she wanted him to go with her. And, with great effort, she crushed that part. He needs to continue his work! I can’t get in his way!

Arthur chuckled, “As it so happens, I seem to be having a bout of ‘Writer’s block’. Going for a walk may help clear my mind~” He kissed her head, spun her around, and gently pushed her towards the door. “Now, go doll yourself up. We’ll have lunch out after we do our little shopping; I’m sure you’ll be starved. Meet me in the foyer at eight~” She beamed, her cheeks turning a slight pink shade, and left the room with renewed excitement. Though, in her mind, she knew he was only pretending to have writer’s block so that he could spend time with her.

(March 14, eight in the morning; MC)

She ran the brush through her beautiful, wavy red hair one last time. Nervousness was the prevailing emotion over her excitement. Since it had been so long since she and Arthur had last been out together, she wanted to look her best. She let out a deep breath to calm her nerves and set her brush upon her vanity. Shaky hands grabbed at her skirts as she looked in the full length mirror and twirled. The skirt billowed out around her, looking for all their part petals to a beautiful flower. The dress she had chosen was a blue-grey that matched her lovers’ usual attire. She beamed at the woman in the mirror; Perfect! I hope Arthur likes it! Once she was content with her appearance, she rushed out of her room to meet her fiance.

The look of delight and the light that brightened his eyes as she descended the stairs finally waved away her nerves. His gaze took in all of her, following her from the very top of the steps to the very last. “My~! Don’t you look gorgeous, my dove~!” He held out his arm to her to escort her to the carriage. She put her hand on his arm, willing to walk anywhere this man demanded.

Now that they had reached town, Arthur pulled the letter out and unfolded it. She had a hard time keeping pace with him as he was concentrating, his long strides requiring her to almost jog beside him. “Now, where to begin.” At the very least, her lover seemed to be taking this seriously. “‘I come in many shades’ could be just about anything. What really narrows it down is that it mentions ‘strokes’ and ‘unconventional materials’. Now, my dear Watson, who in the mansion uses something that has to do with strokes?” His tone of voice told her that she should know this answer. She paused her steps for a moment, causing him to stop as well.

Memories of her talks with the residents began running through her mind. Just as she was about to give up, she remembered a conversation she’d had with Theo. They’d been looking at one of Vincent’s paintings! Theo had been describing the particular style of his brother’s art. “Vincent! His paints! Vincent mentioned needing more paints just the other day!” She exclaimed excitedly, clasping her hands together, her eyes bright.

She knew she’d said the right thing when he gave her a radiant smile. “Brilliant, luv~! You make a wonderful partner.” A gloved hand caressed her cheek in a moment of affection. Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he scribbled “Paints for Vincent” next to the first puzzle. “The hints for the second riddle is… ‘desirable and appealing’ and ‘starts with a spark and goes up in smoke’.” He glanced at her, to which she already wore a smile.

“That HAS to be cigarillos for Leonardo. They’re known to have an addictive substance and due to the tobacco, give a sense of calm, right? Also, it starts in a spark because it needs to be lit. As its ‘life ends’ it ‘goes up in smoke’.” She grinned at Arthur, knowing she was right this time as well.

He nodded his affirmation, writing down “cigarillos for Leo”. Arthur quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself as a carriage whooshed past them both. While it would have missed her, he was glad to have had a reason to hold her close to him. “Perhaps we should take a seat to finish the rest?” To this she gave him an amused smile, shaking her head in playful exasperation. His gloved hand grasped hers and began tugging her towards a bench. His hand felt warm in hers, but oh how she wished he weren’t wearing gloves.

Once they were seated at the bench, him having her sit so close to him that she was practically in his lap, he held the letter between them. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying them much mind, her face almost a scarlet hue. He had his arm around her waist and was leaning close to her in order to allow them both to look at the letter easier. “This one is for Theo. The bees usually means honey, but since it's sticky and not from bees, it has to be because we ran out of syrup.” After she finished her explanation, Arthur turned to face her, their noses almost touching.

“Brilliant! You could be a detective yourself.” He winked at her and removed his arm, writing down “Syrup for Theo”. She felt slightly colder after he had pulled away, already missing his warmth. But she shook this feeling off. “Any ideas for this one?” His finger was indicating the fourth riddle. He recited, “‘Dark as sin and a pain to wash out’…”

“Oh! Ink! Speaking of which, Arthur, did you write this morning?” As he had pointed at the paper, the sleeve of his white shirt poked out from under his jacket. It displayed blue ink marks on the cuffs, which stood out against the bright white. She started inspecting his sleeve with a frown; ink certainly was a pain to get out and now she was going to have to spend a lot of time cleaning this shirt.

“Ah. Sorry, poppet. I attempted to write a bit this morning and forgot to roll up my sleeves.” His tone was certainly apologetic, no doubt worried about his lover having to spend her time trying to clean his many ink stained shirts. He wrote down “Ink for Arthur and Mozart”. “Last one and then we buy all the items. Then I treat you to lunch.” His eyes skimmed the very last part of the list. "'When I am well worn, I have a crack in my spine. Heavy or lean and gathers dust’.”

“A book?” She glanced at him, worried that she was wrong. The problem being that if it were a book, who would it be for? There was no title written down or any information. Just the riddle.

“I did happen to ask Sebas for a reference book the other day, perhaps that is what he meant. If not, we may have to come back into town!” They both set off together to purchase the answers and the ingredients for her special “pancakes." After they had their bags together, Arthur whisked her away to enjoy a lunch together.

As they were enjoying their food she decided to put to word what had been on her mind earlier that day. She set her fork upon her plate and turned to face Arthur. “You don’t really have writer’s block, do you?”

He froze, his spoon almost to his mouth. There was a clink as he set the spoon back in his bowl. Longer fingers tugged nervously at his collar, his expression sheepish. “Well, luv… The truth is that we have both been busy lately… With you doing all the cleaning and my writing… Then our sleeping habits. I simply wanted a bit of your attention to myself.” His pout made her laugh, her expression brightening.

Another suspicion arose in her mind. “You made these riddles, didn’t you? It seems a bit out of place for Sebastian to suddenly decide to play a game!” She laughed when he confessed to this too. The sound of her laughter was a bright sound that lightened the load on his heart. He knew he had done something right with this “date” he had planned. But surely his fiancee was too clever to have picked up on it. But he grinned, happy to be able to please his future wife. Times would be hard and there would be highs and lows. But one thing was for certain: this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Bonus (Torturing Theo)

The next morning, MC woke up very early and began preparing everyone’s breakfast. Today was going to be a special day, a day she would never forget. The ingredients for Theo’s healthy breakfast lay before her on the counter. She tried hiding her smirk, her fiance chuckling as he sipped away at his coffee. Arthur was excitedly wanting to watch as his best friend got what he deserved. Especially after the time where Theo forced him to drink his most hated substance, tea. She knew that no matter what, Theo would have no choice but to eat what she made; Vincent was sure to have her back on this. After all, she only cares for Theo’s health.

Arthur pushed away from the counter he was leaning on, sauntered over to his lover and placed a kiss to her temple. With a hand resting on her hip, he whispered into her ear. “I’m off to the dining room~ Try not to have too much fun before the main act, luv~” Focused on her work, she barely noticed the affection he gave her. The lack of attention made him pout, but he knew she was enjoying herself. Just as his hand slid from her waist and he turned to leave the room, (MC) gave him a kiss to his cheek. A gentle smile returned to his lips as he left the room. Once he was gone, she continued her work on the “pancakes”.

Theo’s POV

Theo watched as (MC) entered the room. He knew something was going on with the way she was humming to herself. Trying to think of what would make her so happy, he tensed upon remembering that she was making his “special pancakes” today. His dirty blonde hair shadowed his face as he considered whether or not he should make a break for it.

Watching as she placed everyone’s breakfast down, his ocean blue eyes went wide as he looked at the abomination before him. Is this even a pancake!? It was fluffy, that was for sure. The “pancakes'' before him had cabbage in it. Instead of syrup, it had a dollop of something white and what smelled like garlic. “What is this, knabbletje?” He turned his icing glare on her.

She beamed at his expression. “It’s called Cabbage Fritters. It’s just like pancakes, except with cabbage!” Her eagerness only made his scowl deepen. He knew she was doing this on purpose. However, if he said anything that might make her cry, Vincent would get onto him. “I made them fluffy, just like you like your pancakes.” She was at least trying to ease his displeasure.

With hesitant movements, he grabbed his fork and knife. “Don’t I get to have syrup at least?” As she shook her head, he sighed, giving in to his torture. On one side, he could eat it quickly and hope it isn’t as bad as it looks. On the other, he could refuse to eat it. The latter would cause him to receive a stern expression from his broer and he would still have to eat the nasty food.

Theo heard a snicker in front of him and he glanced up to find Arthur trying not to laugh as the author hid his face behind his coffee mug. Cutting into the fritters, as she called them, he stabbed the piece with his fork and slowly lifted it to his mouth. The look of pure disgust on his face as it touched his tongue brought joy to Arthur and his fiancee. He began to chew, resisting the urge to spit it out. Once he swallowed, he tried to force his usual cocky expression back into place. “I-I suppose it’s okay.”

Suddenly, everything was sunshine and brightness as Vincent smiled. “If you liked it, perhaps (MC) should make it more often.” His brother tilted his head, seeming absolutely pleased. He threw a dark look in her direction; She was definitely trying not to laugh. Arthur, on the other hand, broke out into a fit of laughter. His shoulders shook and he was having troubles catching his breath.

Finally having enough, Theo slammed his hands on the table, pushing his chair back as he stood up and made his way towards the lady. With panicked laughter, she ran to her lover, who was still laughing. “Arthur, help me!” At his lover’s call, he stood up and pulled her behind him.

“Schei uit, Theo.” Vincent grabbed Theo quickly, while (MC) pushed herself as close to Arthur’s back as possible to hide behind him. Theo struggled in his brother’s hold trying to get to them. “What has gotten into you, Theo?” His brother’s concerned voice hurt his ears, but he could no longer behave.

“That is NOT a pancake. They’re doing this to me on purpose, broer!” He tried appealing to his older brother, to no avail. Vincent simply held him tighter and gave him a look of disapproval. This only added fuel to the fire. Arthur was sure to pay for this later. He’d make sure of it.

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We're Worlds Apart (2)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: light cursing, mentions of death, angsty Draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

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The surrounding neighbors have been very nice; one elderly couple walked up to Draco’s door with an apple pie, quite the American staple, and he seemed to appreciate it. They seemed normal and sweet. Much unlike the feeling he had for his neighbor. Y/N. He hasn't made any attempts in the month that he's lived in the small suburban neighborhood to see her. He avoided her like she was a deadly plague.

Albeit, it was probably harsh and extremely childish. The whole point of him becoming a new person was changing his views he had been taught in adolescence. Or else why did he help Harry Potter all those years ago when he swore he hated him?

It was currently around 3 in the morning, he was standing in his backyard and made sure no one would be awake as he sent his owl to send a letter to his best friend, Blaise. He was the only person who still contacted Draco on a regular basis besides the occasional letter from Theodore. Gregory cut all contact with Draco after the Battle, especially since Vincent had died that night in the fire in the Room of Requirement. Pansy was living her life somewhere, and although the Golden Trio had forgiven Draco for his actions, it didn't start any friendships. But Draco was fine; Blaise and Theo had been there for him in more ways he cares to admit.

He never mentioned a word about Y/N to Blaise until now when he asked what Draco’s American neighbors were like. Majority of the letter contained contents of how work has been, the differences in not only culture but also how things are called, and just his own well being. He did say something short for the elderly couple, but when it came to Y/N he had a lot to say.

These muggles are far different from the ones in England, Blaise. They know things about the magic world but input a fantasy in their heads. They believe they can actually practice witchcraft and wizardry, calling themselves “Wiccan” or whatever rubbish it is. Bloody hell, they even have films and tv programs of them. My neighbor is one of these and she does the most ludacris things in her house. Quite laughable, really. If Salazar was alive today to see this happening, I’d bet he’d curse the whole lot.

She had been lingering in his mind since that day of his discovery. It was annoying him. Every night, he would catch her in her room doing whatever the hell she was doing and he felt as if the universe was mocking him. This is what people think what you really are was the message he got from it all. Draco never thought something like this would make him feel like a freak. But he did. This act of hers was an indirect insult of what he was capable of. And she had no idea.

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It was a fine autumn morning. The shop was closed today, so you had lots of time at home to catch up with cleaning. You stood over your bathroom sink brushing your teeth and saw from the reflection of your mirror your cat stretching herself before walking into the bathroom to rub herself on your legs. “Good morning, Aurora,” you cooed at her. She purred in response and ran off to her tower in the living room.

After getting changed into some comfortable clothes, you walked up to a closet in the hallway that had collections of crystals, oils, sage bundles and more. “Let’s see, where did I put the angelica root?” you asked out loud to yourself. Going through the shelves, you pulled some sea salt, ground lemon balm, ground angelica root, and a feather. You carried the items outside in a bowl to your backyard and set them at a small garden table. Walking over to your garden, you pulled some elderberry flowers and started your cleansing spell.

You sprinkled the salt onto a censor dish and placed a charcoal dish on it and lit it up. In the bowl you had used to carry the items out, you started mixing the herbs together as you waited for the charcoal to burn red. Once it did, you sprinkled the herbs on top, creating a cleansing incense. You picked it up from the bottom of the censor dish, picked up the feather and made your way steadily to your front door, lightly wafting smoke towards it. Reaching your front door, you drew a pentagram over it with the feather and smoke,

“Be gone negativity,

Here now blessed be.”

You repeat your incantations throughout the house until you have finished and walked back to your living room, drawing one last pentagram. You placed your feather and censor dish on the bare floor, stood up and tapped your foot three times,

“By my will, so shall it be.

Sealed now shall this cleansing be.”

You sat on your couch and turned on the television, waiting for the incense to burn out so you could scatter it around your backyard. After a couple of hours of watching a guilty pleasure of yours, you decided to get some actual cleaning done. First thing was to do some trimming and gardening outside, so you grabbed some gloves and headed out back to your yard.

Before grabbing your garden scissors, you looked up and saw something rather strange. There was an owl in your neighbors yard. In broad daylight. From the backyard, you heard a car pull in and peeked over the fence to see that it was your neighbor coming home. You ran to the front leaving a dirt trail in your house and ran out the front door.

He hadn’t walked in yet, so you started waving your arm, “Hello! I’m Y/N!”

He had just nodded his head and walked a straight line to his door. Not wanting to lose this chance of having a conversation with him, you yelled for him one more time, “There’s an owl in your yard!” His eyes widened and without a word, he ran into his house in a panic. From a distance, you heard him say 'shit' before closing the door.

Building up confidence, you walked up to his door and knocked a few times and patiently waited. You fixed your hair and stood surprised as he hastily opened the door. “H-hi! It’s so nice to meet you, I'm Y/N,” you stretched your hand out to shake his hand. He looked at it and had a displeased look, causing unease within you. Looking at your hand, you noticed you still had your gardening gloves on with dirt on it.

“Oops, sorry!” you chuckled as you took it off and reached out again.

Again, he just looked at you with a straight face for a couple of seconds before finally speaking, “Look, I’m really busy, so if you don't mind.” He shut the door without giving you any chance to say anything back. You stood there in shock, replaying his British voice in your head. And as you stood there, you wondered why it is that he doesn't want to talk to you. The Charles couple across from your house were able to introduce themselves, and even got a smile from him. But for some reason, you could never get the same treatment.

—

Ian had proposed to Draco a housewarming party during lunch. Of course Draco had never been to one, much less hosted one.

“It’s alright, boss. I can fix all the arrangements up. All you gotta do is relax,” Ashley proposed. To say that Draco is extremely happy is an understatement. He had friends that actually enjoyed his company and not his influence. Not that he had much of that anyway.

America was really working out for him; work was great, people were nice, and the area he lived in was peaceful. Yes, he didn't like his neighbor, but she wasn't ruining his life in this new country. He just didn't like what she did.

“Thank you, Ashley. And you know you can just call me ‘Draco’.”

“I know,” she replied. Ashley grabbed her Blackberry phone and started drafting up an email, asking for his address so she could let people know where it would be. “Is this Friday a good time?”

“Yes, that should be fine. I don't have any plans that day.”

“Great, it's sent out to everyone in our department. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an attending to watch over for a surgery. See you guys later!” Draco, Blaine and Ian waved at Ashley as she left.

Blaine left soon after, leaving Ian with Draco. “Alright man, how’s it going on your street? Are you finally settled in?”

“I finally got the last of my things delivered from London yesterday. I was a bit nervous though. That mugg— I mean No-Maj neighbor of mine saw my mum’s owl in my yard. Thankfully, she didn't ask any questions,” Draco said as he cleared his lunch tray.

“Wait, you still use an owl? Ha, I didn’t think people still did,” Ian chuckled. “Well, of course I do. Do you not?”

“No, most wizards here in the States just use the usual ground post that No-Maj’s use. Things are a bit more modern around here. Speaking of your neighbor actually, have you ever spoken to her?”

Draco shrugged nonchalantly and said a simple ‘No’ when he really wanted to scrunch his nose and eyebrows in disgust and say ‘Fuck no.’ Ian, however, is gifted in Legilimens. He heard what Draco really meant but kept to himself. I guess things are different in the UK he thought.

—

“Hello my dear baby, I just wanted to call and give you a heads up; your brother and I are coming for Thanksgiving. He’s bringing Stephanie so do me a favor, please no witchy stuff.”

The voicemail played out loud in the kitchen. Please no witchy stuff. Your mother had repeatedly explained to you that she was okay with ‘it’ all, but growing up you never really got on the same page with her. And you knew it was because of your practice. Your younger brother would say comments every now and then when you grew up, but he always stood up for you when other people called you a ‘satanic freak’. But never once did you regret starting the Craft. You enjoyed it and it made you feel whole.

It had been a week since your encounter with your, now known British, neighbor. It bothered you a lot that he didn’t seem to want to get to know you. You were lost in your thoughts that you almost didn’t notice the doorbell going off. You answered the door and saw your neighbor.

“Hi dear, do you think you could help me and my husband with something?” Mrs. Charles smiled sweetly at you. “Of course, what can I do for you?”

“My grandson is coming in from Vermont, would it be alright if you could give us a ride to the airport? I’d ask Draco but he’s always busy at work and I don’t want to be a bother.”

Draco? “I’m sorry, who’s that?” you had a confused look.

“Our new neighbor, dear. I thought you had met him already. You two are the same age after all,” she informed you. Draco. How unique. You instantly recognized the name from the star constellation. It was nice to finally put a name to a face. Distracted again, Mrs. Charles waited for your answer, “Y/N? Can you do it?”

“O-oh, sorry. Of course I’ll help. Frankie was his name, correct?”

“Yes, it’s Frankie. Thank you so much. His flight comes in on Friday. I’ll see you then,” you wished her a good night and looked out your window to make sure she crossed the street safely. The rest of the night consisted of you and and your cat laying on your couch watching TV, but what was on the screen didn’t have your attention. Draco did. And you had no idea why.

—

“Dude, why do you not have a TV?” Blaine looked around Draco’s house and studied the arrangements he had. It was quite plain, almost minimalistic. Looking around, Draco couldn’t help but think how different it was from the Manor back in London. Instead of grand chandeliers, moving portraits of the Malfoy’s before him, and intricate designs on the walls, he had simple white walls with just one moving picture of him, Blaise and Theo a couple minutes before a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw. He had a bookshelf full of old school books from Hogwarts and some small relics he liked from the Manor.

“I’ve never had one growing up, and once I moved here I just never gave any second thought of it. Besides, what would I even watch?” Draco replied. Despite having one letter off from being the same name as his best friend, Blaine reminded Draco of Theo. They were both funny and outspoken. He would’ve loved for them to have met. They’d probably get on.

A few moments later, Ashley and Ian knocked on Draco’s door. The door was unlocked for them to be able to open the door. They looked around the living room before settling onto the couches. “Okay so I was thinking that we can just have some trays of snacks and desserts with some champagne. Does that sound good to you guys?” Ashley suggested. They just nodded along to whatever she said. She had gone to the store with Blaine to get everything prepared before the party tonight.

Ian looked at the pictures of Draco with his friends and one of his mother that laid on top of a chimney. “Do you still have lots of friends from Hogwarts?”

Draco thought about it, “You know, I actually didn’t have a lot of friends back in school. Back then, I only hung out with probably six people. But now it’s just two.” He sounded a bit sad, but figured that two were better than none.

“Do you think of what happened a lot?” Ian implied about that day at Hogwarts. He had been the only one that Draco trusted enough to tell. “Sometimes,” Draco gave a short reply. The action of opening up was still new to him, but he knew he shouldn’t wallow in it. Plus he’d rather have a friend instead of a doctor to talk about it.

Ian really felt bad for Draco. It must have been really traumatizing for someone to go through something like that at just the age of 17. Sure, Draco wasn’t the best person at the time. Who is he kidding, he was probably the biggest git in the whole school. It didn’t necessarily mean that he had to go through what he did. He lost one of his friends in a fire, and one left him after said friend died. Another left for no apparent reason. And another wanted something different in her life. Those things affected Draco, and probably will for the rest of his life.

He didn’t pity Draco, but was feeling sympathetic. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t have much friends from Ilvermorny. It sucks now, but hey, down the line you get new ones.” Ian held a fisted hand out, waiting for Draco to bump it. It made him laugh as he bumped Ian’s fist.

Outside, Ian looked out to see a certain neighbor walk to her car. “Hey, is that that chick you were talking about?” Draco looked out the window and saw you grab some things out of your trunk and into your house. “Yeah, that’s her.” Ian never really pressed on Draco to explain why he didn’t like his No-Maj neighbor like he did the elderly couple across the street.

“Well, I gotta say. She’s a sight for sore eyes for a weirdo.” She’s a what? Beyond the nightly activities he had caught you doing on occasion in your bedroom, he never really looked at your face. Or really just at you. But now that Ian mentioned something, he started studying you. She’s not so bad looking— wait, what are you thinking?

By accident, Ian snorted at the words Draco thought. “Did… did I say that out loud?” Draco asked with suspicion in his voice. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t really mean to be invading your mind or anything. It runs in my family,” Ian laughed nervously.

“It’s okay. My godfather was also good at Legilimens and Occlumency. I’m pretty sure he’s heard worse during his classes. Come on, I’ll give you a full tour of the place.”

“If the other rooms are anything like the living room, I’m sure I’ve seen the whole place then,” Ian joked.

“Piss off.” As Ian walked towards the bathroom, Draco looked back outside to see you again. He watched as you helped the Charles couple in your car and drove off to Merlin knows where.

—

The party was rather fun. It lasted until almost 1 in the morning. He thanked Ashley for handling everything and spent the night talking and laughing with his colleagues. Once everyone left, he changed into comfortable sweats and a plain black t-shirt. Out on his bedroom window was Blaise’s owl with a sealed letter. He quickly opened the window, grabbed the letter and looked out to make sure no one was watching. Your room was dark and it seemed as the drapes were down. He guided his friends’ owl with his hands to a small, make-shift owl post against the fence that separated your yards. It had food and was enchanted to be at a comfortable temperature. His owl laid on one side of the post, resting as Blaise’s owl joined it.

Draco opened the letter and read its contents to himself.

Well mate, I’m glad you’re having a good time in America. There’s not much going on here in London. I’m just working at Gringotts until something opens up at the Ministry. Not really sure what I want to do, but I’ll figure it out. Anyways, I think you’ll be pleased to hear that Theo and I are going to be joining you for the holidays. Theo got a hold of a couple American muggle films and he figured that if the women there were as fit as the actresses, then you must be living the best life and he wants to join. As for that muggle neighbor of yours, I can’t wait to see her in person. We’ll see you, Malfoy.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw lights turn on in your room and your shadow walk around before turning off once more. Sorry Blaise, but there’s no way in hell you’ll meet her.

—

Frankie’s flight was delayed, causing you to get home so late. You were extremely tired and your feet and back were sore. Usually, you’d take a bath with some salts and oils to relax yourself, but tonight you were really lazy. So lazy that you just shook your shoes off and plopped yourself on the bed.

The second you hit the mattress, you dozed off. Your mind was wandering and found yourself dreaming.

You sat in your backyard in a pretty sundress. There was a slight breeze in the air and you held a cup of coffee in your hands. Someone sat at the chair opposite you and blocked the sun’s light in your face. You looked next to you and saw your friend smiling at you.

Draco.

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