#if you couldnt tell before

[unfortunate--moth]

The fish was fishing very fishily

Idk I don’t know how to write :(

no no i think youre onto something daze..... the fishes ARE fishing rather fishily... huge if true.

[choccy-milky]

seb is lucky ominis cant see ref from triptrippy

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[aliettali]

out of your friends which are you?! (skilltobers 13, 15, 16, 17, 18)

[ef-1]

to the holes in my butterfly wings

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[evelyn-and-art]

TORSO STUDIES (extras): Kotoha, Shizuka, Tsubakino and Endo

Art Studies with Eve #2

The studio welcomes three lovely queens 🫶

...and a snake 😕

And that completes the torso studies! Thank you for the positive feedback on the first part and for waiting for this one 🫶.

Part 1

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he struggled to fall in love while you struggled to value your life the way you valued others, entire fic is inspired by one line from nandemonaiyo by macaroni empitsu

warnings: not suicidal acts but it is very selfless behaviour from the reader, reader does not exactly fear death, hoshina calls you "darling"

wc: 1500

Hoshina Soushirou struggled to fall in love, to accept that he was in love without feeling so terribly vulnerable, and you knew this. On the other hand, you struggled to value your own life the way you valued others, and he knew this. And surprisingly, or perhaps unfortunately, this combination pieced together your relationship far better than one would expect.

You were a platoon leader in the 3rd division, and you’ve been for quite a while now. You were good at what you did, bringing people together and livening up the mood when times got dark. Still, you were strong enough to not only get the job done, but also to cover for your officers when things got tough. While you enjoyed what you did, and took pride in the position you were given, you weren’t exactly fond of it anymore.

You were sick and tired of seeing your officers die, and the thought of them gone kept you up at night. Not to mention there was nothing could get rid of the guilt you felt when you had to inform their loved ones of their passing. Well, perhaps you didn’t have to inform them personally, but to you, it was the least you could do. But it hurt you so much, no matter the number of times you’ve gone through it through all these years. Even if it was inevitable considering your job, and even if it wasn’t something you had much control over, you just couldn’t get used to it— nor did you really want to. So a few years back, you had sworn that you’d protect your officers, even if it meant you’d lose your life. If risking your life was going to save theirs, there wasn’t even a need to hesitate, you’d do it every single time.

And Hoshina knew this. He knew you would and he also knew there was no stopping you at this point, because he agreed. He was the vice-captain of the 3rd division, he knew exactly how you felt and couldn’t agree more. He also knew that you took these passings to your heart. He knew the thoughts kept you up at night, and he knew just how much they broke your heart. So subconsciously, he tried not to get attached. He had locked up his feelings after a while and so he loved you a little— just a little. He was good at this too, because he naturally struggled to fall in love in the first place. He struggled to accept he was in love.

And as horrible as this sounded, you knew this and you wanted him to, because when it comes down to it, if you were to leave him behind, what you were doing would be no different. And that was the last thing you wanted to do— leave someone who loved you behind.

While this sounded like nothing more than a broken relationship, at the end of the day you were undeniably in love with him and he was as well— there was no doubting that. Although he didn't believe in being with someone while constantly on the brink of death, he still loved you and he still wished to be by your side, the same way you were absolutely in love with him. So this was just the way it was.

It was obvious whenever one of your officers passed, it was always all over your face. As soon as you walked into your shared unit, even if you put on a smile and laughed, he’d see it in your eyes right away. He’d sense it in the way you walked and the way you talked. The way you’d be a little zoned out, and sounded terribly exhausted.

Every time this happened, he made you a warm cup of tea and squeezed your cheeks as he gave you a warm kiss, and you’d realize that he caught on again. Today was one of those days again.

“It’s not your fault, darling,” he said. “You did everything you could, I know this. You know this.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to mope around and ruin your day,” you said, and he shook his head. “I’m just a little tired of myself, for watching my coworkers who followed my lead and trusted my orders to just… die. Also, horribly ashamed to face their family— I could never apologize enough.”

“Yeah, that’s probably the hardest part,” he said.

“I know they don’t blame me, nor do they show how lost they are when they’re in front of me,” you said. “But when they’re alone, at night, they’ll start to think. It’s always harder for those left behind.”

“I won’t ever leave you behind,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“Oh, don’t say that now,” you said. “When I’m gone you better not mope around. You're going to go find someone who won’t go dying on you any moment. You better not miss me.”

“Oh, don’t you say that. We’re not trying to jinx anything over here,” he said, flicking you on the forehead, which you quickly put your hand over. “Besides I’ll be fine. You know this.”

You did, and it made you smile. While even you thought it’d break your heart to hear the man you loved say he’d be fine without you, it was still a bit of a relief to you. This was okay.

“But really, you’d better not leave me behind,” you said.

“I would never,” he said.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

He’d be lying if he said this didn’t break his heart a little, but he did find strange comfort in it. Or he used to at the very least. He had always been this way, it had always scared him to fall in love, to find someone important to him, and become someone important to someone. So being in a relationship came with a large sense of guilt for him, because he was never able to let go of himself and love, and he feared how unfair this was. But now, he could just love you a little, and detach himself from the rest. It was easier for him to do so.

It was supposedly, exactly what he wanted.

Yet, every time there was a mission he thought about you. He thought about whether you’d do something reckless today, or whether you’d come home injured. He prayed that none of your officers would be in danger, because he knew you’d be fine alone. He wished that you’d come home that night and scold him again for staying up too late or drinking coffee at 3 in the morning. He hoped that you’d laugh if he were to crack the stupid joke he came up with just now, and you’d make him laugh in the morning over some silly mistake you'd complain about.

He hoped that you wouldn’t leave him behind.

“Oh,” he said.

“What is it, Hoshina?” Okonogi asked.

“Sorry, nothing,” he said. “I’ll stop spacing out.”

“Rather unlike you, to be,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “I fear it is.”

It truly was rather unlike him to be hopelessly in love, and to know that he was. He was hopelessly in love with you.

This just wasn’t the right time to realize, because he had a horrifying number of kaiju to deal with in front of him. Each one of them separately would not have been a problem for him, but there were just so many— not to mention they were working together. He’d be fine though, because he promised he wouldn’t leave you behind, and who was he to be breaking a promise with you?

Soon after, Okonogi had made the decision to call people over to support him, and immediately you rushed over. You knew you had your platoon to be watching over and you weren’t the closest to him, but none of that mattered. If he was gone, you’d truly be nothing, even if that wasn’t the same for him with you.

Yet, by the time you had made it he had already neutralized every last kaiju.

“Soushirou!” you yelled, rushing over to him. He was so beaten up as he lay on the ground, absolutely still, it took everything in you to not think about the worst. Until he raised his arm to give you a weak thumbs up. “You absolute asshole. You promised you wouldn’t leave me behind.”

He smiled as you reached his side.

“You’ll be okay,” you said, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself. “The ambulance is coming.”

“You know, I was thinking,” he said, and immediately you shot him a glare as if to warn him that this better be good if he’s wasting his breath on it.

But it was.

“Darling, I’d die if you left me behind.”

[r0b0t1me]

You are not supposed to be here. You don’t belong here. Get out get out get out GET OUT-

fanart for chapter 4 of take little bites by @bigdvmnhero​

bonus. because i couldnt pick a single scene to draw out LMAO

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[leoisstillalive]

kiss me, hardy - valentino rossi/marc marquez, 608 words merry christmas to all who celebrate!!! here is a little fic i wrote while delirious from sleep deprivation, staying up until 2 am to prepare christmas lunch.

Valentino presses a kiss to Marc’s bandaged pinky finger, eyelids drawn shut like curtains- not avoiding eye contact but focusing his attention, trying to be tender. Maybe trying to help it heal, as if love is in league with the arcane.

Rather childishly, the warmth of the man’s lips brings great comfort and ease to the throbbing of Marc’s joints there- so perhaps there is something in it. The finger has been sprained a few too many times. How ridiculous to be a twenty-one year old with a pinky that will never quite close into a fist ever again.

He can live with it, though, if it means Valentino kisses it better every time he sees it. In fact, he can live with any wound if that’s the case. Perhaps he should try to break something larger next time- an ankle, a collarbone— a femur would be too far, especially when Valentino already kisses him there.

In the small of his hips, the soft flesh of his inner thighs, wiry stubble scuffing, tickling closer to his groin. He does it until Marc pleas for something substantial, something filling.

But today he is only kissing his fingers. He travels along the tips of them, pressing the pads to the groove of his lips, moving down to the palm knuckles, to the crest of Marc’s palm, to the base of his wrist- his pulse point. He leaves his mouth there for a long while, eyes still peacefully shut.

He echoes that Botticelli beauty he embodied in his youth, cheeks dusted pink to his ears, brows furrowed in thought, curls falling about his head- perhaps thinner, but no less persistent, still fighting their way out of every hat and helmet. Marc sometimes wants to tug those little hairs that tuft at the back of Vale’s neck, out the bottom of his racing hat, but he figures people would ask questions.

He can do it in the dark though- he can do anything in the dark. And he does.

With Vale breathing hot and sleepy on his hand, face buried in the groove of it, Marc lets his other rest on that hair, knits his digits through. 

Valentino kisses him until he whines, until he starts to scratch at the man’s scalp impatiently. 

“Does it still hurt?” Valentino coos, parting his eyelids at long, long last, voice mumbling into Marc’s palm.

Marc peers down at where Vale is splayed on his bare chest, body hidden under the blanket but so clear in Marc’s mind, every naked inch committed to memory.

He nods with big, brown eyes. It never crosses his mind to lie, “Aches. Feels better when you kiss it.”

He wiggles it for emphasis against the groove beside Vale’s nose. It earns him a laugh- a slow, easy, rolling laugh that sounds honest and knowing and like he could live here forever with Marc, and it knots Marc’s stomach together with deft hands. He is so good at that- at keeping Marc entranced. Always waiting, hanging on for another breath, another laugh, another kiss.

“You think?” Valentino lifts his head from Marc’s chest, hangs four long, slender fingers and a thumb from the man’s wrist to hold it still while he recommences his pecks.

Marc hums, “For sure,” smiles small and in-love. So, very in-love.

And to be in love is to be devastated. Love could be a war zone, could be an active volcano, could be the furthest point North, and you’re in it. And sometimes you’re alone, facing the lashing winds on your own- doomed to solitude- though Marc had never been.

His first love was Honda, and they have always returned this, been through it all with him- right in the thick of love. Hacking at hedgerows and sharing in victory. 

And Valentino loves him, he does. This, Marc knows.

[soukokuforthesoul]

it was becoming an unconscious instinct for chuuya to pick up his phone after several glasses of wine. his fingers moved by themselves, tapping through the apps until he found dazai’s contact. he clicked call, ignoring how his head throbbed as he slumped down on the couch. it rang four times before dazai answered, and with the sudden lack of the ringtone, silence nestled in.

“slug?” came a soft, tentative voice from the phone. it was unlike dazai’s usual tone, devoid of any teasing and triumphant grins. to be reached out by chuuya had always egged onto dazai’s ego, and he wouldn’t miss a chance to brag about how his dutiful dog finally admitted that he needed him. but this time, he seemed almost worried. then again, he should be. why hadn’t chuuya deleted his contact? even with every reason he’d given him to.

chuuya blinked wearily, then opted to close his eyes. he struggled with himself for a moment before speaking. “where are you?”

“we shouldn’t call,” dazai said, instead of answering the question. he was stern, now. but the firmness in his voice was gentle. as if he was coaxing a child into sleeping, trying to show them that it would help. “are you drunk?”

chuuya mumbled something of assent, then promptly changed his mind and shook his head. he realized, a moment later, that dazai couldn’t see him. “no. not drunk. i‘m dizzy, though. where are you?” he repeated. he demanded, more like. he grumbled at the phone when no answer came.

“go to sleep, chuuya,” dazai finally said, sounding defeated. but he made an effort to twist his voice into a mildly chiding one. “you’ll get scolded if you come into work drunk.”

“scolded,” chuuya echoed, vaguely amused. “i’ve handled worse. where are you?”

dazai sighed, evidently growing tired of chuuya’s persistence. “learn to give up one day,” he huffed. he seemed to be trying to be quiet. deliberately whispering. as if speaking louder would break whatever spell had chuuya calling him. “i can’t tell you where i am.”

“why? are you lost?”

“no.” dazai’s exasperation was clear. but he continued. “but you’ll try to find me. and we can’t have that, can we?”

“why?” chuuya sat up, head throbbing at the movement. he stared at his phone, then turned it on speaker. he was tired of holding it up. with his hands free, his phone sitting on the couch, chuuya grabbed the bottle of wine, frowning at how light it was. he pressed it to his lips, tipping it up and hissing, “shit…” when nothing came from it. he tried again, but it was fruitless. nothing would come of trying again on something so obviously futile.

as he sulked over the empty bottle, dazai spoke, his voice loud through the phone with the sound turned up high. “even i thought you were a bit smarter than that, chibikko,” he was saying. “we both know you’d regret it tomorrow morning. go drink some water.”

after a moment’s consideration, chuuya heeded dazai’s order and stumbled over to the sink. he leaned down, opening his mouth and drinking straight from the tap. he stood up, swallowed, then went back to the couch to sit beside dazai—or, well, his phone which held dazai.

he seemed mildly sobered up now, but only enough to stop pushing dazai for his location. instead, he took the phone into his hands, fingering the volume buttons before turning the sound down a notch. “why’d you leave?” he asked, staring at the screen. several times, his eyes glazed over the name before he registered the simple, lowercased ‘mackerel.’ he smiled subconsciously at it, nearly missing dazai’s response.

“go to sleep, chuuya.” it was a demand, firm and without room for argument. unfortunately, chuuya was known for his resolute refusal to comply to dazai most of the time. this was one of such times.

“i‘m not tired,” chuuya said flatly. he paused. “when are you coming back?”

dazai hesitated. he let out a breath, the sound close to the microphone. “chibi,” he tried. he was exhausted from this conversation alone. chuuya was much too stubborn. “i’m not going to. you know that.”

yes, chuuya knew that. but he didn’t want to.

“i want you to,” he mumbled. he was truly an idiot. vulnerability had no right in a member of the port mafia.

“chuu-“

“never mind.” the water was beginning to do its job, albeit slowly. chuuya blinked, rubbing his eyes. “i’ll sleep. good night, mackerel.”

he hesitated only a moment, finger hovering over the red button before he clicked it. dazai managed a ‘good bo-,’ cutting off as the call ended.

chuuya stared at the screen, gazing at the word ‘mackerel’ for a full minute, suddenly hating himself for allowing the contact to reside in his recent calls. he bit his lip, blinking and turning his phone off. he tossed it somewhere on the sofa, curling into a ball and closing his eyes. fuck this. he silently promised himself to delete dazai’s number tomorrow. as if he hadn’t memorized it ages ago. as if he’d actually go through with his promise. as if he wouldn’t repeat the process all over again until dazai stopped answering the calls altogether for both their sakes.

chuuya truly was terrible at letting people go.

[ninjasmudge]

req for tabs who has the biggest fucking brain holy shit

[screechingfromthevoid]

@disastertourwaterdeepedition

Sorry for the weird fucking post but like tumblr straight up ate your ask?? I had to search and screenshot from my email??

Its like super fine I love big rants and big feelings (especially about the blorbo of the month).

Whoa buddy if you wanna talk about a rant. This got so long I'm putting it under a read more.

I'm not sure any of this is above board conscious thought process. When he looks to Orym, when he thinks about how he feels about Orym, I think Dorian, king of compartmentalizing, gets a rush of all three of the things in the post. He gets a little too lost in thought looking at the way Orym's hair now tries to curl against his ear or how well tailored the armor is to his body, he first gets hit with the Will guilt. Then he thinks about "ohmygodtheresawaron" and he'd shovel all of that down. Because its not time to think about Orym and him. But he knows by the way Orym watches him "sleep". He knows by the way Orym refused to be princess carried in Aeror. (Seriously dude Dorian princess carries everyone. It would have been less suspicious if you let it happen). He knows because Orym didn't see his husband when they were in Zephrah. But when he dares himself to actually think about a possible future together, he uses the big three to shove it down. And no, he has no clue that Orym thinks he doesn't return his feelings. (Wow you're right. Pronouns are hard)

Lol to finally answer your question: I'm not sure! Because the thing is! Orym has gone down twice in a battle with Dorian there! And honestly if Orym being on death's door doesn't make either of them confess, i'm not sure what will! (thats a lie I do have an idea). But like Orym went to the moon and back and almost died on the moon and all the count communicate to Dorian was "I miss you"!! Orym nearly died twice in one battle and he didn't think to give Dorian a sloppy, "If I die again I want to have kissed you once" kiss before going in for another round of getting hacked on. Dorian watched him go down and had to bring him back from death's door (one failed save scared the shit out of me) and he didn't think to give Orym a "We need you, I need you" kiss.

My unfortunate thought process, which I can't decide if I want it to come true or not, is that Dorian has to get hurt. Like when I say hurt I fucking mean it. Taken down in a round or two, two failed death saves, hurt. Because then Orym will have to face losing Dorian again. Face losing the man he loves, again. He pours a healing potion into Dorian's mouth because warlocks don't have a single healing spell. (Just checked). Orym feels so helpless in saving Dorian, because a healing potion isn't nearly enough to keep him up. He starts to cry over Dorian's (now conscious) body. He whispers between sobs "Not again, not again. Dorian you can't leave me. I love you, please, I never got to tell you, please stay alive." and Dorian, having heard all of that, reaches up to cup Orym's cheek and says. "Alright, just for you though."

Or something like that.

As much as I would love for them to be adults and just talk to each other. I know thats not going to happen. (Please, Robbie, Liam, prove me wrong.) So I think major tragedy will be the reason they confess to each other. Because they're idiots in love with a lot of weight on their shoulders.

[justpentdraws]

well. umwell iummmm justhavebeenthinkenin alittle..

[robotsafari]

vanitas my awesome bastard child.