#if anyone recognises the whole bit with the flowers

[ruii-cha]

out of time (for now)

akiangel / manga spoilers, you have been warned. title from The one and only akiangel song, out of touch

i don't think this is canon compliant to the manga past A Point?? idk man i got emotionally destroyed after that whole mess

i. aftermath

Denji manages to find Power, and it barely takes him a month. Nayuta is left with Kishibe during that time, and he manages to explain enough of the situation to Power that the little girl isn't immediately torn to pieces by her (how Power retained her memories, he isn't sure, but he's grateful that she did).

Kishibe's 'welcome-back' gift to them both is a pair of tickets up to Hokkaido and back, and a set of directions. He tells them that the directions lead to where Hayakawa Aki's gravestone has been situated, and agrees to continue looking after Nayuta until after their second trip out of Tokyo is complete.

Power shouts a lot, when they get back to the apartment (theirs, now- it's not Aki's, not anymore). She yells about how it's a terrible welcome-back-from-hell present, about the fact that Denji has to take care of Nayuta, about the fact that there's only two tickets and the Angel Devil should have gotten one as well. They both ignore the way Power's voice cracks, or the way she looks at the shut door to Aki's room with something in-between hope and grief.

Denji knows that the Angel Devil hasn't been seen since the confrontation with Makima. He caught a glimpse of Angel, briefly, eyes wide and pained, and then nothing- the only trace of Angel found since then a white feather Denji found on the apartment balcony.

So, Denji and Power take the train up to Hokkaido, both of them subdued and quiet. Neither one has much to say, really. Power asks a few listless questions about what Denji's been up to, between the last time they met and him dragging her out of hell, but the conversation just... dies out. As Denji watches the scenery fly by, he can't help but think of a boy in the snow, waiting for his little brother so they can play catch.

Hokkaido is... pretty, Denji supposes. He can't really comment on it, seeing as they're both preoccupied with their own thoughts. The site that's been arranged is hidden in familiar woods, and Denji suspects it's located close to where Aki's family house used to be. As they make their way through the trees, Denji spots a flash of red hair and feathered wings, and can't really be surprised by it. As the Angel Devil turns to glance at them, he can tell the other isn't surprised to see the two of them, either.

Aki's gravestone is made from dark blue stone, his name carved into it with skillful precision. There are flowers planted around his grave, white ones that look like birds in flight, or a pair of spread wings- the flowers according to Aki's will, apparently.

"White egret orchids," the Angel Devil supplies, when he sees Denji gazing at the flowers, "Allegedly, they mean something similar to 'my thoughts will follow you into your dreams'."

Power opens her mouth, but shuts it as Angel turns back to the gravestone. If Denji were to guess, he'd say she was probably thinking something along the lines of 'You sure it's not just because they look like your wings?'. He might have asked that, to be fair.

They don't get the chance to say any more, as Angel moves forward until he's standing right at the gravestone, eyes unreadable.

"Two months," he says, and Denji's eyes widen as a blade falls into the devil's outstretched hand. A knife, like a dagger, light glinting off the blade. The hilt is a familiar shade of blue, marked with silver detail, and Denji can't quite place it. He watches Angel move forward, lay the blade at the gravestone, and whisper something to it before standing up and moving towards the forest, vanishing into the snowy trees.

Both he and Power know, somehow, that they'll never see the Angel Devil again- no one will. He won't stick around in this realm.

(They wouldn't have tried to hear what Angel said, that was strictly between him and Aki; but if they had managed to listen in, they'd have heard more emotion than either of them thought the Angel Devil capable of showing, words the devil never thought he would say. "You don't just get to leave me alone like that. Wait for me, Hayakawa Aki, until I find you again, and we can do it right this time.")

ii. epilogue

Not everything will end in tragedy- sometimes, it just takes a bit of time.

There is a laugh, and two figures walking down the street. The one with long, autumn-red hair swipes an ice cream cone from his taller companion, grinning at him as they hold hands.

"That's mine," the taller one says, though there's no real annoyance in his voice- just a quiet, affectionate tone, that he reserves specifically for his companion. Said companion blinks up at him, "It's my favourite flavour." "I know."

They continue walking, chatting along the way- their fingers interlocked. The taller one leans down to kiss his companion's cheek, smiling at him, "I'm glad you found me again."

"So am I. We'll do it right this time."

[end]

[shu-box-puns]

OH TO SHOW TSU’TEY HUMAN CUSTOMS UGH

this man would nawt be able to comprehend how many languages we have, or just how complex they can be; “wdym there’s a language of pictures? 🤨”

MUSIC OMG MUSIC he would deffo be intrigued by classical, but his ears would flatten once something like heavy metal comes on shuffle and you try to stifle your laughter; “why would you listen to someone scream? they’re saying words??”

DANCING i wanna tango this bitch or grind on him (his eyes would be BULGING at a lap dance, but that tail would be a thump-a-thumping), or something a bit more cute along the lines of slow dancing

proposing to him :( his partner wants to mate with him as they would on earth, so they get down on one knee, neck STRAINING, and holding out a ring that he glances at with a beating tail behind him; “what is this” “i’m proposing, you idiot. accept it before something eats me out here” he’ll eventually accept the ring (do they wear rings? if not, he will struggleeee to get used to it, but finds comfort in playing with it) and nearly hisses when his partner asks if he’d prefer something else. jake nearly toppled over when he sees it and is now wondering if he’s supposed to be doing this with his own mate

AHHHH I LOVE THISSSSS!!!!! ANON, THIS IS BLOODY AMAZING!

Tsu'tey would be so intrigued to hear more about your life on Earth, even if he's a little grumpy about it in the beginning. But once you've warmed that man up, he wants to know EVERYTHING! He is hungry to know more about you. I like to think he's nosy just like Mo'at but he's more subtle about it. As in he's more careful about how he pries information out of you, whilst Mo'at will just straight up demands what she wants to know, whether you plan to tell her or not she will find a way.

Maybe Tsu'tey overhears you or a co-worker speaking in a language that he doesn't recognise and that opens a whole new conversation about Earth and how there are about 7000 spoken languages back on Earth. And of course he's nothing short of impressed. He's like "what do you mean you know English, Na'vi and (insert however many other dialects here)?!"

(Bonus points if Reader learnt Na'vi on duolingo or some na'vi speaking app they found in the app store instead of going through an intense learning course run by Grace).

I feel like the music and dancing would come hand in hand. And you'd test out what he likes by playing him random genres whenever he visits the lab. And depending on if his tail wags or if his ears flatten you can pretty much guess what he likes and dislikes, even though he pretends to be neutral about everything. I feel like anything with a strong beat would have him craving to dance regardless of whether he feels he can let himself or not.

As for slow dancing, there's a height difference, but that's easy enough to get round since Tsu'tey has no issue holding you and fumbling the steps on his own whilst you sway together and let the music set the mood.

I've said it before, I'll say it again, if you get this man flowers, he will not at all get your intentions and think you just don't know which flowers are useful. Where you might be thinking, "I picked these because they're as beautiful as your eyes," Tsu'tey is having a mild panic attack because that specific species of flower has a pollen that could down an ikran in seconds, and the only reason you're not dead yet is because you have an exomask on. Whereas if Tsu'tey inhales any of that he'll be seeing Eywa instead of romantic gestures.

The miscommunication between human courtship and na'vi courtship would be hilarious to anyone who's familiar with both, and painful to either party who thinks their S/o is being dumb.

THE PART ABOUT THE RING!!! HELL YES! Of course you're mated by na'vi standards, and to be fair, you also have to be married by human standards. Tsu'tey will weave that ring into a custom necklace to have it on him at ALL times, and although he has no desire or access to metals, he's definitely off to find a pretty rock to whittle into a ring in return.

[world0fmadness]

THE FAME

varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes x musician! reader | bård “ faust ” eithun x musician! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for varg and faust with a musician partner!

୨୧ hope you like this anon, i figured i’d just do both varg and faust for you because you were so sweet in your request <3

♡ requested by anon | related hc available here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: government hooker by lady gaga - six underground by sneaker pimps

VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

♡ if you’re actually a more popular musician than varg, i can see him being slightly jealous at the start of your newfound fame…

୨୧ he doesn’t act on his jealousy but deep down, it’s definitely there! sometimes he just feels a bit of envy… he burned all those churches and you’re still more popular than him having never done that? seriously?

♡ but i can see him getting over his jealousy pretty fast and being more proud than anything, he thinks you’re just such a perfect match for him! i mean, you’re both incredibly talented musicians and you’re recognised as such

୨୧ he truly believes you were put on this earth to be a musician and be his partner, it was your calling in life!

♡ he loves sitting with you and talking about lyrics or instrumentals, bouncing ideas back and fourth between each other seamlessly

୨୧ varg is brutally honest, if you show him a demo of a song you’re working on and he doesn’t like it he’ll tell you straight up

♡ he really tries his best to not be mean about it though! he makes sure to soften his voice a little

୨୧ varg has at least three of your tapes in his car at ALL times! does not matter what type of music you make, he wants to hear your beautiful voice

♡ when you’re performing at a concert, he’s always waiting for you backstage with open arms and a sizeable bouquet of flowers!

୨୧ usually a mix of red and dyed black roses! he can be super romantic but only with you <3

♡ you could genuinely get this stubborn man to listen to the most intensely “ girly ” hyper pop as long as it was your voice…

୨୧ if you go to recording studios instead of just using your bedroom and terrible recording equipment, please let him pay for it!

♡ his parents literally give him so much disposable money and he really wants to pay for it, you’re his girlfriend! why wouldn’t he want to pay for you?

୨୧ if you wear pretty extravagant outfits on stage, he’ll always help you out with them! you give him little fashion shows in your shared apartment as he sits back on the couch, giving his opinion on what outfit will work best

“ hm… i’m not so sure about this one, it looks a little tight, no? mmm… too boring, next one? ” ( he takes this so seriously, it honestly have you a shock at first )

♡ when you need help with actually preparing the outfit, like tightening a corset or tying the back, he’ll do it with no hesitation and place kisses on the nape of your neck whilst doing it! when he’s done, he’ll drift his hands lower down your hips and give them a gentle squeeze, signalling that it’s done

୨୧ if you ever have groupies, male or female, varg is so baffled! who the hell do they think they are? they think you’d ever give them the time of day? what a joke

♡ you’ve had to physically restrain him from throwing hands with wannabe groupies multiple times, including some female ones because he really doesn’t give a shit about gender if you’re trying to come onto his partner

୨୧ if varg ever spots a music magazine with you on the cover, he snatches it up and buys it so fast! coming home and showing it to you with a smirk on his face… if anyone was to see the amount of things he owns featuring you, they’d probably assume he was just an obsessed fan or something

“ hey, baby! look what i found at the petrol station, this is your latest one, right? ” ( he adds it to a whole stack of music magazines featuring you on the coffee table )

♡ he has almost all, if not all, of the magazines you’ve ever covered on or even just had a small section in

୨୧ if you ever write a song about him or for him, he’s so… actually happy, like really happy

♡ when you first told him you’d wrote a song about him or for him, he was so smug but when he actually got to listen to it?

୨୧ that smug attitude was thrown right out of the window! he’s so soft on you and can’t really, truly believe you love him enough to write a whole song for him

♡ don’t tell anyone but the song is his all time favourite now, of any musician! he listens to it all the time, mumbling the lyrics under his breath and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s in his car…

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

♡ y’know how i said varg would be slightly jealous at the start of your fame starting to overpass his?

୨୧ yeah, faust isn’t like that at all!

♡ faust is so so so proud of you right from the start! when you first started dating him, you were still a pretty super small musician, but when you start really drawing in attention and selling way more tapes and CDs, he is so over the moon for you <3

୨୧ i just know he’d hype up you up so much before you’re going on stage, telling you that you look amazing and admiring you

♡ he’s never missed a single one of your shows from the time you began dating!

୨୧ literally, not a single one! he’ll put everything on hold to watch you perform, always cheering the loudest

♡ in your early days, whenever you needed to take promo pictures or album covers, faust would take the pictures for you! you couldn’t really afford a photographer so why not just hand a camera to your boyfriend?

୨୧ faust obviously isn’t a professional and has pretty limited experience with taking pictures but for you? he definitely tries his best! always telling you that you look beautiful from behind the camera and smirking when you pull a risqué pose

♡ similarly with varg, you like showing faust your demo work and asking his opinion on songs you’re not too sure about

୨୧ however he’s just too soft on you! he doesn’t want to tell you if he doesn’t think a song sounds that great :(

♡ he’ll try so hard to say that it sounds great but you’re not stupid… you can see that he’s lying through his teeth and just tell him to quit his bullshit

୨୧ so he does, but he’s super apologetic! as if not thinking it sounds too good is just entirely his fault

“ i’m sorry, pretty girl… it might just be me! it probably is, maybe it’s just too different for me, i’m not sure… but your voice is beautiful, still! ” ( he doesn’t think it’s really possible for your voice to be anything but beautiful )

♡ if you play an instrument as well as sing, or just play an instrument, faust is all over that!

୨୧ he’ll always snag some supplies for your instrument whenever he’s about and about! you don’t ever need to worry about getting some more picks or drumsticks with him, he’s way ahead of you all the time

♡ faust absolutely convinces euronymous to sell some of your music in helvete! doesn’t matter what genre of music you make, faust would probably threaten to quit if he didn’t sell your music

୨୧ whenever he rings up customers, he’ll always mention your music, asking if they’ve heard any of your stuff or if they want to buy one of your tapes! literally your personal door to door salesman, bugging people all the damn time

“ oh! have you listened to them yet? they’re very good… y’wanna buy one of their tapes? you should, i mean you’d probably like it, y’know? ” ( he’s so pushy with it too and euronymous always just rolls his eyes whilst watching from the office doorway )

♡ faust has DEFINITELY done the drums for some of your songs! if you aren’t in a band but want some drums in the back and don’t play yourself, why would you not have your boyfriend play them for you?

୨୧ he’s never really too jealous of fans and wannabe groupies, you talk about him enough to where he knows very well that they know you’re happily in a relationship and he knows you’d never leave him or cheat on him like that

♡ but he can get just a tiny bit jealous if you have a lot of male fans, especially when you take pictures with them as concerts

୨୧ he cannot get over it when you ask him to play them for your song, like you want to show him off? show his talent off? oh my god it nearly breaks his brain

♡ it’s the same when you mention him and his band in magazine interviews!

୨୧ like, oh wow, you’re actually talking about him and your relationship! you don’t want to hide your relationship with him or anything, you’re telling people to listen to emperor and raving about his drumming! he has to stop himself from putting a ring on your finger

♡ he definitely has a bracelet with your name or your stage name on it and you have one with his band name on it…

[suckerforcate]

Dancing in the Dark

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1419

Warnings: none

Summary: You ask Brienne out for a dance. She doesn't take it very well.

A/n: So now that I've got that draft posted, I can start working on your request @pastanest!!

Yet again you sat on a rock just by the training ground. You were mesmerised by the way Brienne fought the men, by the way she held the sword and made the fighting look like a dance. It was a special dance, one that no one else could dance with such grace, with such beauty. You knew not many thought of Brienne as beautiful, because she didn’t fit the beauty standard of Westeros. She was taller than any woman you had ever laid eyes on, and she didn’t exactly stand for femininity. But that didn’t matter to you. The way you felt about her, it was something you had never felt before with anyone.

As you looked up from the book you were reading to look at her, you found her eyes already on you. She smiled at you, it was a smile most people probably wouldn’t understand as one. But you did, it was reserved just for you. You smiled back at her and suddenly felt enough courage to ask her what you had wanted to ask her for the last week.

You packed your book away and walked over to her.

“Brienne, do you have a moment?“ she looked up at you and put her sword back into her scabbard. You walked a few steps past her and turned around to look at her.

„Come, walk a bit with me.“ she followed you, and quietly you walked to your favourite tree. You had seen it grow since you were little, and slowly it became a big tree, that was a great source of shadow on a hot summer day. You stopped and leaned on the tree.

“How can I help you, my princess?” You smirked at her stubbornness. Whatever you did, she never called you by your name. It annoyed you, yes. But it was cute, so you didn’t mind.

“Your princess,”, you mocked her, “would like to ask you something.” Brienne nodded slightly.

“Have you heard about the dance my father is hosting?”

“Yes, I have heard of it. But I don’t plan to attend it.” You were sad to hear that, but were sure that you could change her mind.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a partner for it and I know that no one wants me there.” It broke your heart to hear her say something like that.

“Well, I would want you there. Will you go to the dance with me?”

Brienne took a step back and her face suddenly changed from relaxed to pure discomfort. Her posture stiffened, and she looked down at you with shock in her face.

“(Y/n) I really thought you were different. I won’t fall for this, you’re just gonna stand me up.” With that Brienne turned around and left.

“Brienne, wait. I don’t…” she ignored you and honestly you didn't have the energy to follow after her. Your legs were much shorter and it would have taken all your energy.

——————————

It had been three days since you asked Brienne to the dance, the dance which was today. You had decided, much to your sisters despair, that you wouldn’t go. Brienne was the only one you would have gone with. If you went alone, all the princes your dad had invited would try to seduce you, and it would be unbearable. So, you just didn’t go. You stayed in your room the whole day, not wanting to meet your sister. Knowing that she would just try to get you to going to the dance, you could easily do without that conversation.

In the evening after everyone had left for the ball, and you felt that you could wander through the halls without meeting people all the time, you left your room. For about half an hour you just walked around until you sat down in the courtyard. It was a clear night and there were many stars in the sky. They probably formed all sorts of star signs, but that was your brother's speciality not yours. You were better with books and knew a lot about different flowers and their effects.

Suddenly someone sat down next to you, you hadn’t even heard them coming.

“You’re not at the dance, my lady.” You recognised the voice as Brienne’s. She had such a calm and soothing voice, you would recognise it everywhere. Normally it brought you comfort, but now it felt like a stab in the heart.

“No, I’m not.” Your voice was cold. Colder than you had wanted it to be.

“Why not, my lady? I assume there were plenty of suitors for you.” You looked at her and chuckled. But it was not out of amusement but rather out of disbelieve. She really didn’t get it. “Well, the only person I would have gone with said no. So I didn’t feel like going on my own.”

Brienne looked at you for a second, and then she looked into the stars again. Even if you were hurt and even a little pissed at her behaviour you had to admit that she looked beautiful in the moonlight. And the sight of her here, not in armour but simply in her most natural form, reminded you again why you had fallen in love with her.

"I'm sorry, that he did that to you."

"You really don't get it, do you?"

She looked at you, utterly confused.

"I don't think I can follow my lady."

"My god, Brienne. Stop calling me that. I've told you so many times."

You jumped up on your feet and just stared at Brienne for a second, not really knowing what you actually wanted to tell her now. The truth, yes. But she would never believe you.

“Ah, Brienne. I'm sick of this dancing around each other and ignoring each other. I’m very well aware of the fact that you will probably not believe a word of what I’m about to say. But I don’t know how to make you believe. So I’ll just spit it out. I’m in love with you. There, now you know it. This is most definitely not how I wanted to tell you, but I can’t do this anymore. You were the only person I would have attended the ball with and you let me standing under that tree like an idiot because you can’t believe that anyone could ever love you. I understand that you’ve been hurt in your life, many times. But I thought we trusted each other, enough for you to know that I would never joke about you like that. And I could have lived with you not wanting to go with me and ignoring me afterwards, if I knew that you didn’t like me. But you do. I know you do.” Brienne was blushing like an idiot and was quite happy for the darkness around her for covering it up a bit.

“How…”

“Oh come on, I’m not an Idiot. I see the way you look at me, the way you smile when I enter the room and the way your voice softens when you talk to me, the way you visibly relax, when around me.”

Brienne saw a lonely tear fall down your cheek. You had never seen her stand up and rush towards you so fast. She dried the tear and looked at you apologetic.

“I’m sorry I brought you so much hurt and sadness.”

“Oh stop, you have brought me so much more. So much joy, laughter, love and memories. I will always thank you for that. And even if you don’t see it. I see so much beauty in you. To me there is no one like you.”

“But you’re the princess, I’m a female knight, neither am I what people expect a knight to be like nor am I what people expect a lady to be like. No one would accept it.”

“You said it yourself. I’m a princess. I do whatever I want. Now, will you dance with me?”

You laid your arms around her neck and gently put your head on her breast. You melted in to her touch and let her lead you.

She placed a kiss on your hair and whispered something in your ear:

“I love you (Y/n).”

With a smile on your face you danced around the courtyard and didn’t stop until your feet started to hurt because of the heels. But even then you didn’t stop, you just took them off, making you even smaller next to Brienne, and kept on dancing in the dark.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Zosan Modern Au Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

One Heart [For The Two Of Us] by curlystrawhat - Rated T

“Who are you?” Zoro asked, because he really has never seen this guy in his life and he’s pretty sure neither Koushirou nor Mihawk know him, so why the fuck was this guy leaving flowers on Kuina’s grave? The blonde bit his lip and took his time to answer. Zoro was getting impatient, he opened his mouth to say something, but the blonde beat him to it. “I’m Sanji.” he said, staring right into his eyes, “Kuina gave me her heart.” or Two boys, one heart connecting them, a meeting by chance, a friendship by choice. Falling in love along the way? Well, that just happened all on its own.

To Have and To Hold by eflo - Rated T

Sanji just woke up from surgery to see some guy in his room.

A Trip Down Memory Lane by Kaiisan (orphan_account) - Rated G

Sanji recognises a familiar face on the train. ((AU based off of the cute couple sitting in front of me on the train a few days ago))

Minutiae by LibbyLune - Rated T

Normally Zoro would hate to find a stranger picnicking at his favorite secret photography spot, but there's something special about this blond chef.

In Lieu of Payment by Harubo - Rated T

Sanji spends an afternoon trying not to ogle the mechanic fixing his furnace. He does not succeed.

Just Need this Love Spiral by three_days_late - Rated T

When beloved Hollywood star Sanji came back from Bora Bora after three weeks of being off the grid, no media, no paparazzi, no contact to anyone, the tabloids went insane. The fact that he came back with a husband was the icing on the cake. The fact that no one had ever even heard of this husband before was the cherry on top. The one question on everyone's mind: Why?

Two Left Feet by Harubo - Rated T

Zoro is forced into taking dance lessons for his sister's wedding. It turns out better than he expected.

Love You Better by 8ball - Rated M

“What about you?” The cook had asked. “Any BDSM or anything?” Zoro had stared blankly at Sanji, trying to remember if BDSM was the name of a band. It sounded like a fighting style, maybe related to MMA. “I thought you practiced savate and kickboxing?” Needless to say, he’s blown his cover pretty quickly. And thus, the list.

Point and Click by modeoheim - Rated M

Sanji Black, Executive Chef and owner of Le Tout Bleu, successfully defends his restaurant and its customers from aggressive paparazzi one evening with style. A video of the fight goes viral, though, and one of the celebrities in the center of the whole mess develops quite the intense—and public—crush.

Grounded by Hazel_Athena - Rated T

Sanji stares up at the screen that lists all inbound and outbound flights, his heart catching in his throat when he spots the little flag that says ‘canceled’ next to his own.

Double Play by auspizien - Rated T

After a horrible car accident a year prior, Sanji finds himself wheelchair bound and a little lost. When his sister forces him to go to a baseball game, he really isn't expecting much from it; until a certain green-haired baseball player makes it his mission disrupt all of Sanji's carefully thought out plans.

Zoro's Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada by donutsandcoffee - Rated G

Everyone knows Zoro has the perfect boyfriend—tall, blonde, and handsome. He cooks Zoro’s bento every day, fights as well as Zoro does, and has the clearest, bluest eyes mankind has ever seen.

Wildcat by Harubo - Rated T

Captain of the soccer team Sanji Black gets recruited to be a replacement kicker on Thousand Sunny High School’s American football team. The problem? An unfortunate crush on star running back, Zoro Roronoa. Oh, and Sanji has no idea how this sport works.

Steady, As She Goes by auspizien - Rated E

Zoro Roronoa is a retired black-ops agent suffering from PTSD; after moving to a small town and getting married in hopes of leaving that life behind him, a chance meeting with a smarmy, blond paramedic changes all of that. Thus ensues a summer of tempestuous desires, heart-wrenching decisions, and unforeseen espionage. [Modern AU. ZoSan. Slow Burn.]

blue by adietxt - Rated T

Zoro doesn’t see it, until he does. One moment everything seems normal �� Sanji meeting him at the back of the gym building, passing Zoro his bento before the Kendo club starts like usual — and then Zoro sees it, the way Sanji stands with a weird slouch on his shoulder, his body leaning to the side, like he’s favoring his left. Zoro always thought the slouching was just an act, a way for the stupid Love Cook to look ‘cool’ and impress the girls in their school, but a different thought crosses his mind for a second. A different, terrible thought.

keep playing that song (hey mister dj) by adietxt - Rated G

Usopp isn’t scared. The stranger might be a tall, burly dude with one eye, two large scars, and muscles that could rival a god’s, but Usopp is not scared. Nope. Sure, the guy could probably crush Usopp’s head if he does so much as flex, and the scars seem to indicate that he’s trained in some kind of deadly martial arts, and even without all those things he’s still big enough to be able to beat Usopp up into a pulp through sheer strength, and — Okay, so Usopp might be a little scared.

[saturnalorbit]

okay, maybe this logic is full of holes. maybe i'm totally insane. but isn't it really implied in UNDERTALE that the red soul you see throughout the game isn't Frisk's soul at all, but is actually Chara's soul?

like, okay. i started thinking about this because i really don't like the idea that Chara is just mysteriously with Frisk in a completely unexplained capacity, not physical or anything, just their... ghost? i don't know, but the point is, the more i think about it, the more it seems to make sense that the red soul is Chara's soul throughout the whole game. and i'm frankly surprised i've never seen anyone bring it up.

firstly, the battle interface. this is something i've always wondered - if the one participating in the battle is Frisk, why is the name of the first fallen human just..... inexplicably always present on the battle screen and stat screen? i've just never understood why it would imply that it's showing Chara's HP and not Frisk's, considering Frisk is the one that's actually there.

except, what if it is Chara's HP?

suppose it's not Frisk themself taking damage, it's Chara's soul taking damage. this brings me to another point. why does the soul shatter upon death? they're not supposed to - human souls are supposed to persist after death. all the other human souls did. but consider, chara's soul, assuming it's been around since they died, has been around a hell of a long time. decades, at the very least. this would make the shattering of the soul make significantly more sense. it's been around for a long time, and it took a bunch of damage. of course that would cause it to break.

next. why does Flowey mistake Frisk for Chara? yeah, they dress similarly, but like, come on. Chara was your best friend and you still can't tell them apart from the new kid that just fell down? but if we consider that every fallen human has a different soul, and Flowey saw that Chara's soul was in Frisk, it would give a bit more merit to Flowey believing that it is actually Chara.

granted, this is one of the more significant holes in the theory. if Flowey recognised Chara's soul, why didn't Toriel or Asgore? it's worth noting that Flowey didn't seem to realise that Chara was there straight away, he only notices at the end of the Ruins even if you're doing a genocide run. maybe it did just take him a lot of observation to realise it was indeed Chara.

so let's consider the timeline. Asriel returns from the surface and turns to dust. while the Dreemurrs are mourning, Chara's soul returns to their dead body, not to revive themself somehow, but to lie in wait. their body is stored in the coffin in New Home, until Toriel takes their body with the soul still inside to be properly buried in the Ruins.

so, we're set up now. chara's body is buried underneath the flowers where the humans will fall. now i'm just throwing this out there, but what if Frisk was soulless? this gives us a scenario where Chara may not be able to enter any of the first six humans' bodies because they already had souls. but when Frisk falls, Chara's soul finally has an opportunity to enter their body and take control.

that would make sense to me, at least. but i was pretty quick jumping to the idea of Frisk being soulless, right? well, the reason i find this idea interesting is because not only is it much narratively cleaner having one soul in a human body at a time, it's also a popular fan theory in DELTARUNE that Kris was soulless before the red soul in that game possessed them. now, there are people who believe that Kris has multiple souls, some people even believing they have up to three. but i much prefer the cleaner solution of only one soul being necessary, and i think there's a lot of potential here for an extremely interesting parallel to be drawn between Frisk and Kris' situations.

(i'm aware this reasoning is by absolutely no means flawless, feel free to agree or disagree if you'd like!)

[the--highlanders]

I hope you don't mind me asking but what are your favourite Jamie EU stories?

oh my god not at all, I never mind being asked about my favourite little guy <33

I'm gonna break this down by media type, but there's some parts of the eu like comics that I'm not super familiar with, so if anyone wants to add some of those on (or any other eu stories) then go ahead!!

putting this under a cut because it got LONG rip

big finish

the jigsaw war

jamie is trapped inside a puzzle, experiencing events out of order, and has to figure out how to escape. this is THE audio for me in terms of like. recognising that jamie isn't stupid just because he comes from the eighteenth century. he really gets to shine on his own rather than being relegated to 'dumb exposition prompter' (which I feel like some audios can be kinda guilty of.....) also the fact that two and jamie canonically have a strong enough connection to form a psychic link over long distances makes me chew through glass. this audio GETS it in a way some others just don't.

the glorious revolution

two, jamie, and zoe travel back to the time of the glorious revolution, the event that set the jacobite cause in motion, and jamie grapples with not being able to change the past. if you saw that audio snippet going around a couple days ago you'll have an idea of why I'm reccing this one. it has been a while since I've listened to it & I do really want to relisten and check it out for historical accuracy. but regardless it's another one that gives jamie some of the depth he deserves, this time in terms of emotional depth and his feelings about his backstory.

the selachian gambit

two, jamie, ben, and polly get caught in the middle of an alien bank heist. this one is pretty focused on ben, polly, and jamie as a trio - they're largely taking on the action while two keeps the detective work of the plot chugging along. jamie doesn't hugely stand out here in terms of the audio really adding something to his character, but it does show his dynamic with ben and polly pretty well. in particular there's some great scenes with him and ben working together, and I love their friendship a lot so that's always a good time.

honourable mentions: helicon prime (I do feel this one underutilises jamie a bit and undersells him in some weird ways, but if you're looking for two/jamie content you can't get much gayer than this. plus it's the origin of the whole 'jamie and kirsty get married' thing which I hate on principle & am obsessed with in practice), the phantom piper (it's got so much more potential than it gives imo but the tidbits that we get are so good. jamie's relationship with his grandparents.... his best friend taking a bullet for him and dying in his arms...... I just wish I could explain to the author that there's no such thing as a bedroom door in a blackhouse)

novels

the roundheads

two, jamie, ben, and polly travel back to the 1600s, and get largely split up by events unfolding around them. this is a pure historical and it delights in that. if you're after ben and polly content, the roundheads delivers on that too - but it really is some great early twojamie content. (whatever way you choose to read them - it's definitely a shippable book if you're into that). they spend the majority of the book together, both for plot reasons and just hanging out (they go to a frost fair!! two buys jamie treats and then makes himself a flower crown!!) and you get a great sense of jamie figuring two out early into his travels, and how he's far more interested in the doctor as a person than some other companions - he's the only one to show interest in susan when the doctor namedrops her, for instance. this is the best two-era book to me.

the wheel of ice

two, jamie, and zoe visit a space station built a little before zoe's time, and find that not everything is as it seems. again, this is a great one for zoe content as well as anything else, and for some very sweet moments with zoe and two. I don't necessarily feel this one always nails two and jamie's dynamic, but they don't spend a massive amount of time together here, so it's not too jarring. really I'm reccing this because of the scenes where jamie falls in with a bunch of teenagers from the space station, and finds himself kind of responsible for them. it's just nicely done and gives a good sense of jamie as a caretaker character and someone who feels a drive to be responsible for other people.

honourable mention: the episode novelisations (these are a lot of fun, especially if you have particular episodes you enjoy. they often add in extra details, background for side characters, or just little things from the episodes that were cut from the script. I really like them for adding a bit more depth and life to existing stories, and just little things that make you go 'yeah I'll add that to my belief system').

short stories

the time eater/across silent seas

two and jamie give a massive time-eating creature a funeral, and save a space whale from being turned into a weapon. both from the compilation destination prague. literally nobody gets me like the destination prague stories get me I'm not even kidding. these are THE eu two stories to me. both of these are arguably 6b, and they really work in that position - both in showing two and jamie with a very settled, devoted dynamic and in their themes and subject matter. the time eater is a story with no villain, and even the incidental threat of the dying creature causing havoc in time is secondary to the emotional keystone of jamie helping two accept death rather than running away. across silent seas has jamie nearly being aged to death and two absolutely losing it. they're both really about age and death and loss, which hits hard for 6b, with jamie's determination to stay with two forever and two's growing realisation that even if jamie doesn't choose to leave or survives their adventures, his lifespan is still going to be far shorter.

the age of ambition

two, jamie, and victoria land at the house of one of victoria's father's friends, only to find he has been trying to reanimate the dead. from the compilation life sciences. this is really a victoria story, probably the defining victoria story for me. it's got backstory, it's got gothic horror/victorian scientific ambition vibes in a similar way to evil of the daleks, it's got victoria character moments. but it's also a really crucial story for jamie, to me. as a character, I don't think jamie never quite forms into the brawny action man stereotype he was originally drafted as - and that's one of the things I love most about him. again he's too much of a caretaker, he's a piper rather than a soldier. he's rarely truly angry, even when he fights he never seems out to cause much actual harm, and you get the sense his protectiveness over his friends wars with this almost inability to do harm. the age of ambition GETS that and pushes it to the extreme, with jamie being unable to fire a killing shot to save his friends, to the point where victoria has to do it herself. it's such a compelling character moment for both of them and their dynamic.

on a pedestal

two, jamie, and victoria travel back to meet william wallace, who jamie idolises. from the compilation the quality of leadership. this is another one that really gets and hones in on a particular nuance of jamie's character - in this case, the strength and rigidity of his morals and sense of responsibility, and his dislike of people who fall short of that. he's faced with the fact that someone he admires was once careless, lax about taking responsibility for their actions even when other people are at risk, and just a bit childish. it shakes him, and he spends much of the story grappling with that. it's such a good look into the qualities that jamie admires versus the ones that he can't stand. but that's balanced out with some very sweet moments (the whole scene with two, jamie, and william wallace going fishing is very fun and again gives a nice little snapshot of two and jamie having this very settled, secure dynamic). AND jamie gets recognised as a basically supernaturally gifted piper which. love to see jamie actually getting to be a musician, love to see him piping without it being the butt of a 'bagpipes suck and everyone hates them' joke.

honourable mentions: that which went away (this is the 'jamie turns into a bear' story I'm always talking about. I do think it has some major issues in terms of weird primitivism, both in terms of the side characters and how it treats jamie, but also. jamie turns into a bear. and two begging him to come back to him is just *chefs kiss*), undercurrents (two vanishes from the tardis and another man mysteriously appears. jamie believes this newcomer has done something to harm two, and very nearly kills him for it. this is one of the few moments where jamie gets really, properly angry and is willing to actually cause harm and I LOVE to see him pushed past the breaking point of his usual moral code), the slave war (two, jamie, ben, and polly in the roman empire. also really good for ben and polly content, but there's some interesting stuff with jamie grappling with the idea of becoming involved in another rebellion, but ending up getting involved anyway)

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower with Petals of Flame: Part Sixteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Blood. LOTS OF BLOOD, murder, Amarantha

Part Fifteen Part seventeen

Tag list: @esposadomd

Don't worry, I won't kill Eris. Heheheh

“Hello Y/N.  You know, I was quite surprised when my soldiers told me that there was a purple eyed illyrian female staying with them, but here you are.”

I ground my teeth.  I had never met her in the flesh, but I would be a bad leader if I couldn’t recognise the female that kept most of Prythian locked under a mountain for years.

“Amarantha, how good to finally meet you.”  I croon, sliding a dagger into my hand discreetly. “You know, I was wondering where you went after you died, maybe you’d like to clear that up for me?”

Eris’s face was a mask of stone as he stood straight, acting as if he didn’t have a knife at his throat.

“Y/N, whatever she wants, don’t give it to her.”  Eris said, his voice stoney even as the bond tugged at my heart frantically.

He was afraid.

He was afraid I would get hurt.

Stupid male, doesn’t he realize I could obliterate this female in an instant?  The only problem was that he would probably die no matter how I went about it.

Amarantha let out a low chuckle.  “That’s a nice idea, but from what I’ve seen, she’s not going anywhere without you.”  She crooned into Eris’s ear, and I saw drops of blood forming where the knife was pressing into his skin.

“If you hurt him, I will obliterate you.”  I snarl, my magic bubbling in response to my rage.

Amarantha studies me for a moment.  “You know, I was like you not that long ago.  Hopelessly in love with a male.  Then I realized something.”

My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as she tilted the knife a tiny bit, making Eris wince as more blood droplets started to form.

“All males are the same.  This world is beyond help.”  She grins at me.  “But we both know that there are so many more.  That there is basically limitless potential, limitless potential for anyone who wants it.”

Her tone is a bit manic, and Eris has a bit of a look of confusion on his face.

But I had heard this spiel before.  I had heard myself spouting something similar after the Asteri found me.

The only difference is that I cared about the cost, found out about the downsides of dimensional travel and blanched.

Because there will always be people out there that will use that opportunity to destroy and conquer.

And I was quickly seeing that Amarantha was just that.

“Did the Asteri tell you about the whole eating souls thing?  You know, once they’re done with you, they’re just going to kill you and take it all.”  I say, hoping I can stall until Lucian, or Tamlin, or anyone found us here and killed this bitch.

She just smiled at me, as if I was a clueless child.  “You act all tough, as if you aren’t still just the little girl that was killed, and she was still only the next best thing.”

My teeth grind.  “How about you let him go and I show you exactly what the next best thing can do?”  I ask, grinning at her.

She cackled.  “Oh no.  Very simply, what I want is you to know that I’m going to tear down your brother, and everyone he cares about, until only you and him are left, and I’m going to watch you two tear eachother apart.”

She shoves him away, winnowing away as I rush to catch him.

He grabs on to me, holding me close to him.  “You should have run away.” he whispers into my hair, cradling me close to him.

I don’t let go, but I do say, “Like hell.  You know you wouldn’t have run away if the positions were reversed.”

He holds me tighter.  “No, but you weren't there under the mountain.  She is a monster.”

I had heard enough to know that those fifty years had been a living hell for all of Prythian, so I don’t argue the point anymore.

“We need to go check and see who’s alive.”  I say after a while, both of us sitting in the grass, Eris’s neck already perfectly healed.

He looked reluctant.  “Do you think that’s a good idea?”  He asked, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The mating bond pulled tight between us, waiting for one of us to speak of its presence.

Now wasn’t the time.

“Good idea or no, it’s the right thing to do.”  Say, pulling away gently and standing up, looking out on the field of corpses, the grass of the spring court running red with blood.

He joins me, but I can see the worry creasing his brow.  Nonetheless, he follows me as I walk into the bloody scene.

They were all gone.  There was not a sign of life.

Eris and my gazes locked.  Had Lucian been here?

I ran the rest of the way to the manor, running through the already open doors into the horror show that was the inside of the Manor.

I had spent a couple months here with Tamlin and Lucian, helping them bring people back, helping bring this whole place back.

Amarantha had left a bloody trail to the throne rooms, and I paused in the hallway, not wanting to enter the doorway.

Eris came up beside me, taking my hand in his.  “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.  I can look for both of us.”

Despite the gore and horror around us, my heart warmed slightly.  He knew how I felt, and was willing to face whatever was in there for me.

I shake my head slightly.  “Together?”

He nodded.

“Together.”

[sunnyanddumb98]

The modern tragedy: A man who never made a single decision in his entire life, died at eighty-five

Grumpy neighbor, friend, And father. "I don't understand," I replied. "He could have been So much more, but he was what he was"

No plot, no tale, no you only live once. He didn't live, love, or laugh." I see no reason for stories to be told, After all, stories are made of verbs And he lacked those.

For his life was a series of moments unmoored,

And depths unexplored, lost in the void

" the pealo who don't try do not never to be recognised? Not everyone can be the one "

Cautionary tales, Tragedies are, meant for those who care. You cannot lose something you never want

Did the man who never took any decision yearn for love? Did he have the strange case Of wanting what he has and having what he wants? Everything falls into place, he just lingers around.

No one ever looked at him. And told themselves Oh damn, that's something I want to have and mess the whole thing up.

The more I think about The man who didn't make choices And I feel how my face is all heated up.

My voice louder, my heart tight. Did his kitchen ever break? Whom did he call, if he ever lived alone or if he did not? "We see problems where we have, anyone could be that guy Just a blank space for the audience to fill up."

My shoulders fell and a stingy ache raises

Perhaps he was happy living with his dad When he passed, what flowers did he buy? What if we change the premise just a bit?

The man who struggled to take any decisions for his path, Waited long enough each time for the decision to make itself., For another to take the blame, always an uncomfortable outcome, Unaware of how comfy looked like for him.

So every nice thing he got was for someone else, The collective somebody we never meet and always hear. And when he had the wish to grow out of it, He lacked training on verbs, zeal knocking at his door

He just waited, eyes closed for ambition to go, Afraid to be the blame of landing another place he felt stuck on ,Two years have gone by, his voice, the conversation rings in my ear. I leave him and become the girl who didn't try

I long for me to move on, For that, I have to long for more

March Prompt 1. @the-end-society

[quawe]

Tilins return

I'm just keeping up back with the lore of qsmp, and Elquackity brought such sad idea to me..

Tilin opened their eyes, they could swear that a moment ago everything looked white, they were happily making flower crowns with their best friend juanaflippa but that didn't matter anymore, they were back, on quesadilla island. There was a new goal for them, to find Quackity, the father of theirs.

They ran around the server, surprised and mesmerised by so many new buildings around her, they could recognise that there were new people around and they were excited to meet new uncles, and maybe if they were lucky enough new aunties as well. But for now they didn't meet anyone and maybe that was for the best.

Their legs were tired but not giving up, all they could think about was seeing their father one more time, hugging them and living like nothing happened. Driving off that energy it seemed like Tilin could run for their whole life, stopping only when they see their father figure.

Suddenly they saw a person, his outfit was a little bit different, blue long shirt with black overalls. Tilin could feel tears in their eyes, it was so long, so long that they forgot how much they missed them, the hole in their heart after missing him was now more present than ever, their little heart was beating fast, faster than it should be. They were happy, happy to see him again but also nervous, nervous of the reaction their father would show once they'll meet.

The world stopped when their eyes met, with tears streaming down on Tilins egg shell they runned towards the smiley man. The closer they got the more adrenaline was pumping through their body, finally being reunited. So close and they could feel their father's warmth again, the smell of cologne their parents wore. Tilin closed their eyes waiting for the impact when they collided with Quackity's body. But it never came, in the last second quackity moved.

When tilin looked at him, they wanted to hide. The hatred in their eyes made tilin shiver, they could swear they saw Quackity pull a sword out for a moment but acting like nothing happened when somebody passed through. His aura was so ominous, so different from the Quackity they used to know.

And for a second they thought it was their fault, they realised how much pain their father went through when they were ripped out of his hands, maybe he was already over them, moved on and forgot about their child. And not even for a second was Tilin able to feel hate towards their father for forgetting them, they only felt sadness.

Quackity eyes showed no reaction towards tilin, not even after a while. Even having the attitude to leave while tillin was breaking down, feeling hated and unloved, not accepted back by her own father. They knew they were done for, their father didn't want them anymore, leave them on their own; and what sent the most sorrow through tillins body was the fact that he didn't say even a word, nothing to them, like they didn't even exist.

..Nobody knows how long the poor soul sat there alone, their body felt so cold under bads touch, leaned into his warmth tilin opened their eyes, writing down a sign " he didn't even recognize me, was i away for too long or does he just not love me anymore?" Bad felt the sadness from tilin, bringing them even closer. Hugging them so tight while he answered "he is not our quackity tilin, and i promise when he comes back he will love you just like the first day quackity met you"..

[itsmarlboro]

“ Familiar grey eyes ”

self-indulgent as usual.

very bad written, i know. i didn't want to forget the stupidest idea my brain came up with so this user tapped fast, fast.

they keep me going.

Was he lost? Most likely. But he was, at least, an eighty percent sure he followed the directions quite well, he remembered and could recognised the specific trees the old man in the previous town mentioned as well as the peculiar yet pretty black bell-shaped flowers. He turned right, and then left, and then right again and kept walking straight to the north through that dusty path full of rocks and cactuses.

So how could he be lost? Of course he wasn't. However night was falling over and covering the sky. The ray of sunlights, barely touching the tips of those tall pine trees, were getting weaker with each passing minute and not providing him of warmth. Nights in the woods was absolutely not a good idea so he was thinking of finding a good spot to sleep.

Not the best idea but he didn't have any other choice, the cold breeze making its way through his clothes was enough reason to give up on trying to find that town. Besides Xiao XingChen was sure wild animals were ready to step outside and haunt some food after a long day. He did not want to get in the way, he quickly dashed to pick up some dry wood to start a fire and keep, not only those predators, but insects off him as well.

Walking forward a few more metres he found a good spot, the roots of the trees was giving him the best hide out. Xiao XingChen was ready to make that his new place to rest when his ears picked up some noise. It sounded like a crowd cheering at something. The sound seemed to be far from were he was standing and the sun was nowhere to be seen, but the pale moonlight did its job by not letting him in complete darkness.

The cheers could be heard again. He looked at the directions the voices were coming from.

"I wonder what's going on over there," he couldn't wonder to himself, curiosity was killing him. He ought to wake up as early as possible and walk to that town and find out.

"Haunting." a husky voice said from behind him.

He turned over his heels but there was no one. At least, as far as his eyes could see, only the pines were there, not a single human silhouette was standing there. Thinking he probably heard wrong or the fatigue was making him hear things he was ready to ignore it until his ears caught the same husky voice.

"Up here." The owner said, giggling.

Xiao XingChen looked up and there it was. The human. The young boy resting over one of the pine's branch, big enough to hold him secured, a half smile plastered on his face and his grey eyes seemed to pierce through Xiao XingChen's very own soul. He was, chewing? what it seemed like some dry thin grass, looking as relaxed as anyone could ever be considering it was a dark and quiet night.

Xiao XingChen thought staring at him for too long was being a bit rude. He cleaderd his throat and asked, "haunting did you say?".

The youth jumped down the tree and answered, "yeah, someone announced a big deal as a reward," he cleaned some dust off his clothes and continued, "for the haunting."

The cheers now made some sense, however, haunting at these hours? It didn't sound smart at all but maybe that was part of the town's tradition so Xiao XingChen opted for ignoring that reasoning and tried to get more information.

"May I know what are they haunting?" questioned while crossing his arm over his chest. It was getting too cold.

"A cat," the grey-eyes boy said and then did a movement with his head, pointing out something with his chin ahead of them "We should head over to the town, it's too cold to sleep outside, don't you think?" spoke and started walking at a slow-paced, making sure Xiao XingChen was following right behind.

Which he was, in fact, doing. He was following that young man to the town he had been trying to find so desperately during the whole day to no avail. He gave up just because of the obvious fact it was too dark and, if he was lost to begin with, roaming around in the darkness would've been a bad idea. He was hoping the boy knew the road well.

"Watch out, there are some big roots here. You don't wanna trip and hurt, right?" joked and, not only that, but he also guided Xiao XingChen to make sure he could get over them without problem.

"I can barely see them. "I guess you know well this path to even pint point such details. " XingChen voiced after successfully passing through the moldy roots.

The boy giggled, "I guess."

The two of them walked for a couple of more minutes, Xiao XingChen could hear some cats meowing in the distance as well as some distinctives howls but, fortunately for them, nothing decided to attack them in the way. Xiao XingChen was deeply grateful and he could sense his body relaxing after they reached the entrance of the town.

He was ready for a warmth room, a soft bed and cozy blankets.

"The lodging house is right there. The owner should be awake" he said and was already in his way to leave.

"Wait!", Xiao XingChen urged while grabbing the boy's sleeves in an attempt to stop him, "you didn't tell me your name. I am Xiao XingChen and I thank you for helping me get here" finished at the same time he slightly bowed to him.

There was an awkward silence before the young man decided to speak again, "I'm Xue Yang," and left as fast, and misteriously, as he showed up.

Xiao XingChen sighed and quickly walked inside the building. It was old, the wooden floor would often creak under his weight, some of the boards seemed even a bit loosen so he was extremely careful when walking. The walls covered in an already faded wallpaper of a dark green, a few paintings hanging, they looked as bad as the building.

"Young man, are you here for a room?" a high-pitched voice startled him.

He looked to his right and saw an old lady dreeses in red and a white headscarf standing close to the stairs.

"Yes, in fact."

The lady asked for his name and some amount of money XingChen thought was a bit too much taking in consideration the state of the building but, since it was the only place and there was no other option since the outside was definitely a no, he opted to keep quiet and gave the woman the money. She gave him a rusty key and he climbed up the stairs.

The room was... good.

The bed did not looked comfortable and the blankets were yellow from the pass of ages. Nevertheless it served its purpose of keeping him protected from the cold. The lighting was good enough and he could see the moon through the window. XingChen was so tired from the long walk and the sudden stress he felt thinking he got lost, that he actually didn't mind at all the state of the room. The moment his eyes saw the bed, his body was completely ready to give up and started to doze off. His eyelid were so heavy and keep them open was a tough task.

Clumsily he took his boots out and lay down on the bed. Ready to fall asleep at any second when he sensed something, there was a peculiar sound coming from outside the window. Maybe it was a bird, or anything like that. He tried his best to ignore it but the noise became louder and too annoying. So, with great effort, he opened his eye, stood up and looked at the window.

It was now open and a black cat was, calmly, sitting on the window frame. XingChen made eye contact with the animal and he could not flinch slightly at those big grey eyes. They seemed to pierce right through his soul.

Didn't he think that a few hours ago? A Deja-Vu?

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[monstersandmaw]

If you still don't mind taking character questions, how are Ruben and Aubrey doing? It's been a while - are they and their partners happy?

Combining these two into one ask:

It's a truly foul day, so when the castle door slams behind you and you shake the rain off your coat, you don't hear the soft clank of armour over the howling storm or the echoing boom of the doors. You jump clean out of your skin when Aubrey clinks to a hault in front of you as you turn, and reaches out a hand to take your coat from you.

"Aubrey!" you laugh, clutching the wall for support as you recover from your surprise.

"Sorry," he mumbles, his voice simultaneously muffled and echoing inside his helmet. "Thought you were used to the furniture moving about in here by now?"

You snort. "I am, I just didn't hear you. How are you? And Ruben?"

"Oh, we're all pretty well, thank you," he says, taking the dripping coat and giving it a final shake.

His armour looks to be in beautiful condition, sleek and without a hint of rust anywhere.

"You look good," you smile, and he turns and tilts his helm in a way that you've come to recognise as a smile. His chestplate rises too, and he looks proud and happy.

"Thanks. You too, if a bit bedraggled. Come on through to the kitchen and warm up. I think Ruben is about finished icing the cake..."

You frown and your footsteps pause. "Cake? Do I want to know what kind of cake a vampire is making?"

Aubrey laughs long and loud - loud enough to draw his lover from a door down the hallway and a moment later, Ruben's too. They're both wearing aprons and there's icing sugar smeared across both their cheeks.

"What's up?" Ruben's boyfriend asks. "Oh, hey. Good to see you. You're just in time."

"I hear Ruben's been... baking?" you ask warily, following the gentle rattle of Aubrey's armour down the corridor.

Both humans laugh and exchange looks. "Don't worry, it's not a creepy variaton on red velvet..."

You join them as they vanish back into the castle's kitchen, and find Ruben painstakingly applying pink icing to a white cake. He's got his long hair plaited back, and he looks up briefly as you enter and offers you a very shy smile before returning his entire attention to the task before him.

"You should be doing this, Aub," he mutters through clenched teeth. "You're the artist."

"You're the one who's never baked a cake before, brother," Aubrey laughed. "You can't slack off. Got to get the whole experience!"

You approach and take a look at the small, perfectly neat flowers he's piping. "Ruben, you could work at the Ritz with skills like that. I don't think you've got anything to worry about."

Just then though, he squeezes the icing bag a little too hard, and the nozzle explodes off the end, flooding the top of the cake in a mess of pink icing. "Fuck."

"Ok, maybe you could use a bit more practice," you grimace, and he's the first to start laughing.

His boyfriend comes up behind him as he straightens up with a sigh, pink icing dripping down towards his pale wrist, revealed by the cuffed-up sleeves. He's still got his waistcoat and dress shirt on, and those perfectly pressed black trousers, despite the fact that he's baking, and there's not a fleck of mess anywhere on him. He gasps when his boyfriend brings Ruben's hand to his lips and kisses the drip of icing off his skin with a smile.

Aubrey makes tea, and you all enjoy the fruits of Ruben's efforts around the kitchen table. Predictably, the cake is perfect except for the rather Impressionist art in pink on the top.

Ruben, though he's still reserved and shy, looks quietly happy, and the way he looks at his boyfriend is enough to make anyone jealous. Aubrey is all jokes and laughter as he cuts you another slice of cake, and being in a relationship with a conservator obviously has its benefits too. The light catches in the steel of his armour, and you forget about the storm outside while you catch up with them and listen to what they've all been up to.

[dreamwritesimagines]

alright so it's time for me to overanalyze this whole chapter (but particularly that last scene omfg)

okay so first of all im still not quite over the sneak peak. "for my beautiful wife" (get me a benedict bridgerton i beg of you).

the teddy scene was so sweet omg!!! the way ben and clover are just acting so domestic is soooo adorable! and it's so sweet that as clover starts to be more open with ben, so does teddy. he's literally gone from hiding behind clover's skirts whenever ben is around to “looking up at him as if asking for his help", and idk, to me that just seems meaningful that even teddy (who was so opposed to clover getting married) likes ben, because it would be so easy for him to not like ben because he 'took clover away' so to speak. AND THE WAY HE JUST PICKED TEDDY UP AND PUT HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS!!! MEN WHO ARE GOOD WITH KIDS ARE SO HOT ISTG!!!!

"You knew you were supposed to focus on your own work but it was a bit difficult when Benedict was sitting not far from you on the floor with his sleeves rolled up, letting you steal glances at his strong arms." she's honestly so real for that, arms are hot asf. and OMG don't even get me STARTED on “So that people will get to see what true beauty looks like even after five hundred years.” because holy shit benedict bridgerton is THE STANDARD. and the way clover has such confidence in bens art!!! pls i literally love them so much i can't-

awwww and then andrew/bess/josie bit!! i was wondering when ben was going to ask about them for a couple of weeks. i love how clover was willing to just tell him without being scared he'd massively judge them or something. like of course he wouldn't but clover is super distrustful most of the time so i was wondering how open she'd be about someone who is as important to her as josie is.

“I seem to like seeing you beat around the bush, that was rather adorable,” clover you're literally so in love with him, stop being in denial already!!!!!! 😭😭😭

alright now onto lady margery. honestly when we first met her i didn't like her AT ALL because i thought she was going to be the next kitty-type girl trying to steal benedict away or something. honestly i have mixed feelings on her because i automatically don't like anyone who makes our girl feel insecure but i also find her really likable. she's this perfect representation of exactly what clover wanted to (and could have) been had she not met, and subsequently married, ben. her and clover are a nice little "what i wanted vs what i got" situation and im honestly here for it.

AND THIS - “I find the idea of marriage quite absurd if you ask me, especially within the ton. It’s the worst prison to be.” “Not for everyone,” !!!!!!! THAT IS WHAT WE CALL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!! the best bit is she isn't under any pressure to say anything like that. lady margery wouldn't have questioned her if she said nothing, and there was no one there who she had to convince of anything. she just automatically defended marriage (or at least her and ben's marriage) without even thinking about it and yet she STILL DOESN'T RECOGNISE THAT SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!??? CLOVER??? GIRL??? YOU'RE DOWN SO BAD PLS!! 😭😭😭

anyways i think im going to have to overanalyze the final scene in a different ask because this is getting way longer than i thought it was lol. (ill sign it off with a nice little mirrorball emoji so yk it's me lmao)

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MIRRORBALL EMOJI ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-

I saw this ask and I literally gasped and got so excited, I am hugging you respectfully! 🥰❤️ YOU'RE AMAZING! ❤️

Fangirling over you under the cut! 🥰❤️

Lolll Benedict went down to the garden to get those flowers all happy and excited 😂

Benedict and Clover are being such a married couple 🥰 And dare I say even parents? 😏

he's literally gone from hiding behind clover's skirts whenever ben is around to “looking up at him as if asking for his help", EXACTLY! 😍 Like, Teddy admires Benedict and looks up to him so much, and he feels so safe with him ❤️ I think it's because he can pick up how relaxed and happy Clover is around Benedict 🥰

YES OMG I AGREE WITH YOUUUU! 😍 Benedict being so good with Teddy...😍

Lolll Clover could not focus at all, she was eyeing him and his arms 😏

He is so romantic! ❤️

Clover trusts him so much, like more than he thinks she does❤️ The fact that she shared the details of Josie and Andrew's arrangement with him means a lot on her part ❤️

honestly i have mixed feelings on her because i automatically don't like anyone who makes our girl feel insecure but i also find her really likable. she's this perfect representation of exactly what clover wanted to (and could have) been had she not met, and subsequently married, ben. This is exactly what I was going for! 😍

Like, Clover won't know how to feel about Margery either 😂 She is, just like you said, a representation of what Clover was planning on, and what she thought she wanted 😏 But now that she met Benedict, it all changed -for the better- ❤️ But also there's the whole "being good enough for him" insecurity that hits Clover from time to time 🥰

DEFINITELY! ❤️😍 I was hoping that Clover's conversation with Margery would show her character development at this point in the story and IT'S SO GOOD TO HEAR THAT IT DID! ❤️ Clover had literally zero reason to "pretend" while she was with Margery, and it actually came almost automatic to her, like she didn't even think about it before she said "Not for everyone", she genuinely feels like it! ❤️

She is so in loveeee❤️

OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUR NEXT ASK AS WELL, HOLD ON-

AAAAAAAA I'M LEGIT SMILING! 😍❤️❤️

[sleidog]

just saw the ask game u posted: 💖 for rui!! please please? 🥺

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way? Rui has a lot of people who chase him for affection, unfortunately when your job is being very nice to people in bereavment you get a few uh, mixed feelings from clients 😅 But generally; Rui has had two relationships within his little canon

First was Tai, this was undoubtably a bit unhealthy and leads on into some abuse of power [Tai being Rui's necromancy mentor at the time, Tai feels a deep connection to Rui because Rui has a very slightly reptilian appearance and Tai is about as close to the jungle dragon as you can be without being a mordrem himself, and Rui's appearance just sets off a nice thing in his brain chemistry that even Tai doesn't understand]

Rui and Tai have definitely done things once or twice together, of the after dark variety, but Rui didn't feel the same connection that Tai did to him, resulting in them having a very disjointed relationship. Now, Rui actively avoids Tai when he can, albeit very politely as he holds no ill will to Tai [most of the time] he just thinks it didn't work out an he really isn't sure how to word that.

Rui's actual lasting relationship however is with Sinigh, a mercenary and ex nightmare court grunt. They're around the same age and 'grew up' together, Rui even put little flowers in Sinigh's branches since he couldn't grow his own. But, Sinigh was separated from the grove and shoved into nightmare against his will for a long time, upwards of 15 years by the time the canon storyline happens. Rui never did find out what happened to him, but at this point they were simply good friends, but Sinigh remembers that little act of kindness and that keeps him from fully turning to nightmare [despite his time in there totally altering his view of the world]

fast forwards to mordremoth waking up; Sinigh, posing as a pact solider gets onto the wrong airship into maguuma and ends up turning to mordrem eventually. Sinigh dies in the deep wilds and is one of the bodies that the pact brings back after modremoth's defeat. Rui, being the usual one to process sylvari bodies, recognises him instantly

[this is after a whole different arc where Rui himself dies to poisoning himself by accident, he wanted to put himself into suspended animation instead until mordy died but it didn't work out that way. Tai does his thing, brings Rui back and gaslights him into thinking his potion worked and that everything is fine now, BUT Tai gave Rui some of his lifeforce/power in ressurecting him, which Rui is unaware of]

so now that's established, Rui decides to bring back Sinigh, just temporarily, knowing he had no one else in the grove who'd claim his body, originally he was just going to ask him what happened and get him to terms with his death, but... Sinigh doesn't go back to being dead after the usual hour or so that Rui's necromancy would usually permit, instead he just stays fully functionally awake and undead. This is a big problem, because Tai HATES this kind of necromancy and has the power behind him to banish anyone who practices it, but it's also Rui and Tai plays favorites.

anyway, Rui and Sinigh before Tai finds out about all this, talk about their feelings, which is quite one sided on Sinigh's part, but Rui feels the spark that he didn't with Tai, and knowing things are likely going to go very south for him in a huge way very quickly, Rui uncharacteristically lets Sinigh stay with him and share a more Private moment, something you'd usually have to corner him into. But afterwards, Rui makes a point to leave and he's not seen again until Cantha opens up to mainland Tyria.

to avoid too much EOD spoilers since it's still quite new, Sinigh does eventually reunite with Rui in Cantha and thats the point when Rui accepts as well that yeah, he does care for this weird little stump who travelled who knows how far just to try and find him on a hearsay rumour that Rui had been spotted in cantha.

[Tai also shows up and tries to ruin their reunion but the Commander and his buddies step in to put a stop to that, and Tai is almost arrested and set for execution for several crimes commited both in tyria and cantha. Slei however bargins with officials to let Tai just be deported back to tyria, given if Tai was executed, Rui and Sinigh would also die, given their lives are linked into Tai's power/lifeforce.]

much, much later, rui and sinigh return to tyria and have a wedding ceremony, Tai shows up with his assistant [who he's presumed to now be dating] and hands over a small box to Rui, contained in the box is a floral broach imbued with the remainder of Rui's lifeforce, so he's free from being, effectively, tied in to Tai's own lifeforce. From that point, Tai no longer bothers either Rui or Sinigh.

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#5

AT IT AGAIN LADS, got tagged by @kwamisalami

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

I won't be tagging people this time, as I'm in a writing hole.

The Five Times He Had to Engage in Purely Tactical Revision, While She Turned From a Fairy Tale

“I bet they could’ve made a plan, like the wolf and fox,” another of the children replied. “Enough people can fix any problem, yeah?”

Flannán was not one to jump at loud noises. But he felt...somewhere between panicked and...no that can’t be quite right-

-but she clapped a hand against her thigh and laughed proudly, entirely unaware of the tizzy the sound was putting him in, opening her satchel and taking out what looked to be a homemade biscuit (oh, he had smelled those this morning, he had thought them strange since they didn’t smell like the ones the kitchen staff made- that was one meaningless mystery solved). The druid gave it gently to the child, who eagerly bit into the snack.

“Exactly! More people need to think like that.”

Death of Winter

There is- there is another man that the others have been taking orders from. He shares similar dimensions, similar appearances, but you can tell by the way he holds his broad shoulders that he is not him. There is a pride to this new man that simply did not exist in him . There is a sense of-

-of invasion.

Lighting the Wick

“The story goes that you chose your people, who to give magic to. So...I’m not asking you to choose me for my whole life. That’s a big ask, and I don’t think.” She inhaled slowly. “I don’t think anyone would anyway? But um. I just need you to choose me for a little while, alright? At least until I can find a footing here. I don’t...I don’t want to kill anyone by apathy. If I can help...”

O' Neighbour Mine

But he knew himself. He knew his greed. His hand moved to a quill made of woven mothwing scales, dipping in ink of human blood.

“O’ neighbour mine,” he wrote in curling cursive. “O’ Luka of the Fairge…”

Illusion of Normality

His mom barked a laugh, giving him a one-armed hug. “I do. A friend once taught me that it was good to recognise how much your reach as a person extends. How much one should push. You can give a person water, but that doesn’t mean they’ll drink.” She hummed, her fingers playing with an old necklace, circular stainless steel with a piece of orange sea glass as the gem.

When they first realised their mom had this habit (playing with her necklace when thinking deeply), Nino recalled Mars theorising that it hadn’t been their mère’s necklace. “The way her fingers curl,” Mars had said, “maybe the necklace was another shape. Something swirly, maybe.” He replied slowly, “Sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for you until it’s gone.”

I was Broken; now We're golden

She looked up at him, eyes wide. “You-you’re not going to get mad for me asking that?”

“Stars, no,” Essek answered. “Has Sibil Tiria gotten angry with you asking questions?”

His apprentice nodded, and he mentally noted the sibil’s name down. 

“She-she said some knowledge doesn’t get to be told people like me,” she answered.

Day 12: Tooth and Nail

“From where did you steal thine gifts?” Ifrit asked in Amaljic (or so it sounded to her ears), hovering above her. He laid above her like a bored cavalry lizard, looking at her like she was something he was considering to chew on. “I cannot temper thee.”

“Sure, some folks are metal at their core,” Mahri drawled in Amaljic, “but you can’t make a fire harder or more elastic. You know as well as I that fire just is.”

“I suppose,” Ifrit replied. He lifted one of his claws (the length of one of his scimitar-like fingers was the length of her whole body and a primordial part of her mind reminded her of this, how he could so easily rip her in half) and put the very tip of it to below her right eye. “Where did thee get the spark of mine sibling, little coal thief?”

Do Something Crazy

“Oh.” Lillie started twirling a bit of her hair around her finger again. “Why do you hate your natural hair color? It’s very pretty.”

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8 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#4

:D

"That's ridiculous," he muttered, watching the street below.

Blue Belle snickered. "You love it," she summed up in a neat little pile of syllables, exposing him to the world. "I think it's homemade too." She squinted, resisting the urge to get closer to look, lest she scares the kid.

Down below the pair of them, in a sea of red-black Ladybugs and black-green Chat Noirs, a single sprinkle amidst the light foam dusting of yellow-black Queen Bees, Rena Rouges, and Carapaces, they could see a single speck of white. They had followed it quietly over the rooftops until it came to a stop in the park, dancing with its cardboard cane.

A child, dressed in a neat, home-modified white suit, with stitched orange underpinnings, lifted the top hat off their head and began to do magic tricks in the park, "finding" pieces of candy behind a few ears, cleverly taping pieces of candy to playing cards for tricks, as well as all sorts of sleight-of-hand.

"Their technique is sloppy," Trickster muttered half-heartedly. Blue knew this less to be an actual reflection of his feelings and more a phatic utterance: a thing to say simply to say, just to participate in a social ritual while the mind whirred on about how he truly felt about it.

She pulled out a goodie bag, wiggling it at him. "Do you wanna make their night?" she asked, grinning softly.

Blue didn't even have time to giggle as Trickster took the bag eagerly, playing a few notes on his flute to disappear a moment before reappearing next to the kid. She pushed the palms of her hands against her cheeks, watching in delight.

10 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#3

*trick or treaaaat!*

There were always expectations. Kagami couldn’t escape them, no matter what she did.

Show interest in art? She was obviously good to envision new blueprints and concept design. Say she liked a book? She must be an expert it in, no matter what.

Come out as a lesbian? Congrats, she was now expected to bring home a soft, demure girl.

She couldn’t escape it. Maybe to human is to expect Things. She wasn’t sure she liked that, truth be told. It was one of the things she liked about Plagg: while undisciplined, he would take everything in with an air of nonchalance. After all, one couldn’t be the world’s eldest hunter and not have seen enough to make surprises a factor anymore.

“Ey, Little Kuro,” he said to her one day, in the fencing locker room. “I’ve got an idea.”

“You are not getting the new cheese exhibit on a platter,” she answered.

“No no, but break a god’s heart, huh? Nah, what if you freaked your mom out by daring Speedy Girl. Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Kagami went bright red. “I…I will not date Alix for something as petty as freaking my mother out. Thank you.”

She had to discipline the instinctual adrenaline rush from her body reacting naturally to a destruction god getting in her face. He smiled. “You can multitask, can’t you? You can have more than one reason. Like she’s pretty or that you like her laugh when she skates-”

“Plagg.”

“-or that you like how her hair spikes up after she takes the helmet off or how she’d take turns being the knight to your princess and the plucky adventurer to your knight-”

Kagami groaned as she held her face in her hands, Plagg quietly chattering away.

11 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#2

Trick or treat >:3c

She clicked her mandibles together. "Gotta be perfect," she muttered, clever hands pushing and pulling DVD covers to and fro like she was a fisherman instead of a coccinellathrope. "Tonight's the night we can go to the movies and only tonight, so-"

Her antennae twitched as she heard one step, then two, in a rhythm she knew well, especially accompanied by the scent of old books and earl grey. "What are you scheming, tonight of all nights?" he asked, his voice a beloved tone of dead. "You know we can't get caught."

"I know!" she tuttered, clicking her mandibles together in an unhappy rhythm. "But- tonight, we can be in costumes for the human ritual of The Hall Between! Kind of!"

"Kind of," he chuckled, a shadowy hand gently patting the thin chitinous filaments of her head (imitation hair, he'd call it in the past). "I don't think I have the energy to fake humanity, even for the night."

Her whole body drooped, like a puppet unstrung. "Oh...I'm sorry-"

"That's why I set up a movie night in the basement corner." He gently twirled a finger around the upper curled bundle of filaments, curling it to make a third (fake) antennae. "Come on. Let's have a Halloween date night, shall we?"

12 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Felicette for your bingo game?

DOUBLE BINGO.

Would’ve been a triple bingo if Felicette wasn’t the one to put other people in the salad spinner herself (pour one out for Plagg, Number One Salad Spinner Sufferer at the hands of one Felicette Agreste)

Also this is where I shoutout @kronehaze for Felicette’s Chat Noir design, because oh my gods I love it so much.

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[swanmaids]

so Celegorm is 26 and he’s having the worlds worst quarter life crisis and I can’t stress this enough he sucks. His dad died three years ago of a heart attack at a family bbq and he swings wildly between pretending he’s too hard to even care at all and having Roman Roy esque public meltdowns about it. His girlfriend Luthien broke up with him after like a month because of him having no ambition and a coke habit and he reacted so badly that he almost caught a harassment charge. Look he didn’t know that it’s not normal to call your ex 80 times a day and comment on their ebay listings when they block you on everything else and dm their new boyfriend telling him to kill himself ok. Now his one friend who is also his cousin Aredhel isn’t talking to him anymore because of how badly he handled that. His mum said he has to get his life together or she’ll stop paying for his studio apartment and that’s just not happening so he’s gone back to uni to study sports science where he’s the only person over the age of 19 on the course and everyone there thinks he’s weird.

enter Oromë who is a 40 y/o former semipro rugby player and one of the lecturers. He and his wife Vana (super successful ceo of one of those flower delivery businesses, 38y/o) are swingers. Their favourite swinging partners are Nessa and Tulkas (Oromë and Nessa aren’t related in this btw) but they also have other partners both separately and together. Orome and Celegorm have a grindr one night stand before celegorm starts uni and then ofc they recognise each other and they’re like oh shit. But they decide to keep hooking up for reasons Oromë can’t explain. That little blonde bitch just has his claws in him.

They have lots of sex. There are lots of photos and videos. There are toys and feminisation (celegorm is amassing a second wardrobe of girls clothes) and probably a few threesomes with Vana and Tulkas. They aren’t exclusive but celegorm just doesn’t get the same feeling from sex with anyone else. They break up frequently and get back together frequently. They have a bit of a sugar daddy thing where Oromë will sometimes pay Celegorm a few hundred quid to do his coursework.

Orome and Vana also have a daughter (Nielíqui) who is 14. She is vaguely aware of her dad’s bf and just finds the whole thing really embarrassing. Nielíqui is a music and dance prodigy and occasionally celegorm stumbles down the stairs for breakfast to find her sat at the breakfast bar eating yoghurt and berries and he tries to make really awkward conversation like “hey so ummm your dad tells me you play the cello umm that’s cool.” And she ignores him

The only other people Celegorm interacts with on a regular basis are his brother Curufin and Curufin’s fiancé Ruindis (both 24 y/o) and their baby Tyelpe who’s only a few months old. Ruindis is an Instagram influencer and Curufin allegedly has a job at his late father’s company but he basically just shows up and scrolls Ruindis’ feed every day and couldn’t even tell you what his job title is. Celegorm likes to go around to their flat to brag or moan about how the situation with Oromë is going and he never helps with the baby. One time he was showing Tyelpe some peppa pig on his phone and then a text from Oromë 😋😎 Daddyyyy 🤤🍆💦 saying “if you’re going to act like a slut then I’m going to treat you like one” or something flashed up on his phone and Celegorm was like thank god this baby doesn’t know what words are yet. Ruindis was not impressed.

I’m not sure yet what Huans role in this au is but he should have one.

Nobody wants to hear about my deeply silly Celegorome modern au and yet. I want to post about it