#im thinking it may be a blood flow thing but also how. why.

[abyssaldyke]

Started itching randomly yesterday evening, was fine all day, then returned from lunch and began itching again pray tell WHAT is going on

[tamorisana]

thank @mylarena ty for making me have gay about vampires thoughts.

okay. so we where talking the other day (literally 10 minutes ago as i write) and she said "having your blood drinken, giving a right to drink your blood is homoerotic" (not literal quote). AND I AGREE.

now come closer and listen. ill take alerudy because im starting for them and it will not cause much problems for most of people and make them see my point but i see rudy as a vampire who was raised in a foster human family. where he was dismissed for his needs (literally why adopt vampire.) and he just grew up like so, always hungry, smaller from not having a constant flow of blood in his body which causes health problems

and he meets alejandro

now, rudy is about 10 and ale is about 12 and the first one has like no friends except for his brother and brothers friends, who to their credit really did try to include him in almost all activities they had despite the age gap or he would sit with them listening while they talked about a game or smt and feel nice bc they let him enjoy the company, and ale is a type of kid to know everyone but having just a couple of kids who are considered friends.

and they meet and they don't hit it off immediately. alejandro is terrified of vampire because of stories about them as well as thinks the younger just wants his blood and rudy hates it. he hates being seen as nothing but a blood sucking monster so he just turns around, leaves angry ale to stand silent and shocked. its a way he solves this problem. very effective one, most are just too stunned to continue speaking. at this point you look at me up and down and think "fucking idiot! what are you doing?? what are you doing!?! how will they be with together if you refuse to make them friends??" yes they aren't friends right away.

but such reaction sparkes something. ale expected the boy to scream at him, be angry and jump on him, bite him. but he didn't. he looked more upset than disappointed and he just turned away and left. he may have left physically but still present in the back of his head.

and its a start, he looks out to him every time he can to ask why? if alejandro intrigued he will get and know anything he wants. the next time its cloudy he searches narrowly for rodolfo (pretty name. he had an uncle with same name and he was the best) and finds him quickly. he apologizes, gives rudy a candy his Abuela bought for him and a little cartoon of coconut milk.

and thats a start to them.

in a few weeks they are inseparable. in years basically glued to eachother. there are no alejandro without rodolfo and there is not rodolfo with out alejandro. they are 15 and 17 when rudy runs out of coconut milk and is about to close himself in basement until his parents finally buy some when his partner in crime says:

"why dont you drink from me?"

and is met with absolute no. he wont do that. he wont use him for blood. ale is a brother a friend, a dearest one and he does no such thing only of hunger. warm hands grab his shoulders to bring back to earth.

"rudy. look at me, i asked only because i trust you and with your control. idiot. i offer because i want you nicely fed and shit"

and they make an agreement. rudy gets his blood when absolutely needed and alejandro gets the language and math homeworks and help if he needs one. this goes on for years. even when they join the military.

i got distracted and lost the thought. ill continue this one day with these characters or other ones. i also have many siren!rudy and human or werewolf!ale if anyone wants them

[krindenium]

So recently (or not so recently) i realized how hot i find vampires. And then a few days ago @void-dust-muffin asked me why i find them so hot, particularly beyond werewolves. ( i don't have anything against werewolves, and will not speak poorly of them in this, they are just not my thing)

So now i writing a ranty text post about why i like vampires so much. Also cause i wanna. Rant below the cut, warning, may get a little horny. Im not the best at writing about this, so please give me some leeway.

So there are 2 angles to think about here, from the perspective of the vampire, and the human.

For the Human, you have several experiences to consider. Firstly is the standard getting drank from, the feeling of teeth gently (or not so gently) pressing on your neck before piecing the skin. Blood being slowly drained from you, satiating your partner, while weakening you, leaving you at their mercy. The power exchange in this interaction, fully giving into the other.

But there's then the other side of that, taking down, and dominating them, exerting your power, and their need for your blood for sustenance.

Then there's the Vampire's angle. The domineering presence you hold, your power over your human partner. The feeling of the warm, life giving blood flowing from them into you. The idea that they are yours, you partner, but also your food.

Im not the best at going into details, and there is definitely more then what im getting into, especially with the overlap into other areas of kink. But overall for me its partially the ideas purely belonging to vampire, and partially the whole power dynamics that can be established.

[galactic-senator-amidala]

hello! mun speaking :D

"i am not afraid to use unorthodox means to prove my point"

before we get started, there’s some things that are going to be pointed out here (plz read they are very important):

if you’d like to ask padme or the mun anything, use my ask box! it is open for those specific reasons! just make sure to clarify if you are asking padme or mun

if youd like to rp but dont know if ill say yes, just dm me! they are open for those reasons lol

im pretty much cool with everything as long as it doesnt involve any nsfw stuff (gore & stuff is fine, im referring to smut)

my time schedule is wack so there will be days where i am radio silent. please dont think i am ignoring you, im probs just so busy i dropped dead (id recommend priv msging me to be safe)

my main blog is @flowered-bicycles so if youd like to see how i am like out of rp, go there lol

mun goes by soka but will usually be referred to as “amidala’s (or padme’s) mun. mun also uses she/her

as hard as i will try to be like padme’s canon self, i might end up throwing a bit of myself in the rp as well. if something seems ooc, please let me know but dont be harsh about it

parentheses or // are used when mun is speaking

roleplay is either used in 3rd person or 1st person. if you have a preference you’d like me to use, dont be shy and let me know

extra and disclaimer! - this is strictly an rp blog (yes i may act and speak and react like padme, but i am no way actually her. i am in no way affiliated with star wars! (unless you count being a fan as affiliated) so this is completely fanmade! feel free (much encouraged) to like, reblog, or send/asks and make comments! the ask box has anon on as well, so if you are too shy to use your user, anon is on just for you! if you wish, giving an emoji for me to recognize you by would be greatly appreciated! you can leave comments and ill try to reply to them. i dont think my submissions are open, but if youd like to submit something then ill open them!

BLOG RULES

you may use “potty mouth” when rping in character, but please keep it pretty strictly to star wars cursing (kriff, kark, etc)

padme is straight and will be canonically shipped with anakin (cuz they are married, duhh) but if you wish to do a “non-canonical”/au where padme is shipped with your character (or is not straight), please dm me and we will work it out

keep this a SFW blog! (which means no smut!! violence / gore are accepted tho so be warned)

keep the asks respectful please

uncomfortable topics will be blatantly ignored

dont godmod.

have fun!

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PROMPT LIST! (and quotes)

here is a list of prompts that will help structure an rp (if you want to make a structured rp) or help get the rp flowing/started:

extra!: prompts and quotes can be requested together! for ex. : “can i request prompt a. with quote 6?” (or vice versa)

quotes:

1. “why did you do it? tell me”

2. “you know im always here for you, right?”

3. “let me take care of you”

4. “i thought id never see you again…”

5. “we need to get you to a hospital!”

6. “blood? why are you bleeding!?”

7. “sleep at my place tonight”

8. “you know you are my one and only”

9. “im in love with you, idiot (or di’kut)

10. “sh, stop fussing. let me braid your hair”

11. “if you steal the blankets, im going to put my cold feet on you.”

prompts:

a. it’s a mission and we got separated from the group. we are on an unknown planet and dont have any signal to comm the rest of the group. we have to try to make our way back to the ship with only each other and the things we have with us.

b. no one knows when it started, but suddenly people have started receiving red ribbons tied to their pinky and the red trails off to their soulmate. not everyone has a soulmate but we are some of the lucky few who have one. follow the roleplay as we go on a journey to follow the trail and meet eachother, and then live life together as soulmates.

c. a diplomatic mission gone wrong when a terrible virus breaks out in the planet. with the ship pulled to pieces and we are stranded on the planet, how will we survive and rebuild the ship to get off world and warn the other planets?

d. it’s a diplomatic mission to bring a planet to the side of the republic, but something goes wrong. dooku has brought his army to stop the planet from joining the republic and we get caught in the crossfire! negotiations are made and dooku has proposed a challenge for us to complete. if successfully completed, the planet may host a republic base. if lost, the planet goes to the separatists.

!! accepting additional quotes / prompts !!

[violetsquare111]

um so WHOOPS i just. impulse wrote a fic thing over this, somehow. uhhhh i've never shared fic online before so there goes the weird anxiety but yeag it's under the cut 👍

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His hands were shaking. It was another dream. Well - he wasn't even sure he could call them dreams anymore… They were something else, and he wasn't sure how, or what, or why, but there was no rational explanation for this-

Every time it happened, when he felt himself slip away into that weird cursor form in that weird digital world, it was like something else had overtaken him. Something old, and powerful, and bigger than himself, carrying out actions in his body (no, not his body, the cursor) with practiced ease and wisdom. Maybe the worst part was that, if he scrutinized that feeling close enough, it didn't really feel like something was overtaking him. It somehow still felt like himself.

He didn't like it at all. He couldn't stop shaking.

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and breathed a panicked sound that was somewhere on the border between a sigh and a scream. His heartbeat pounded with a clicking sound, flow of code and electricity instead of blood, why was it- This was only getting worse. He tore himself up from the bed and stumbled into his office chair, turning the PC on and opening Animate as fast as he could, typing with hands he didn't feel.

"guy shelp i think im becoming god"

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Blue froze in the middle of picking up the Minecraft food everyone had dropped in the sudden panic. The sticks just stared at each other for a short moment. They'd never seen Alan like this.

"He's… what?" Green stuttered, and Alan winced at the sound of it. He still wasn't used to hearing them (and they weren't used to being heard, either). Green looked more lost than the time Yellow had tried to teach him about command blocks, which was quite impressive - though, to his credit, Yellow and Red weren't currently doing much better.

Orange was, somehow, the only one who looked remotely like he understood what was going on. And he did understand. He looked at that frantic message again and breathed in, and out. Alan had hardly explained the situation, really, but it was hard for Orange not to think of his own terrifying moments of waking up to that feeling… feeling something powerful in his chest, something other in his body, something godlike in his soul.

They'd all seen Alan doing some strange things recently, things he hadn't been able to do before. Sometimes it looked like he was in a trance before the cursor righted itself and scrambled to a stopping point. And Orange couldn't help but think…

"Does it feel like, lightning? Is it green?"

That broke Alan out of his frenzy (and slight nausea from jolting the cursor around so fast, which was something he really didn't want to examine closer right now) for a second to stare at the orange text in confusion, blocking out the bewildered shouts of the other sticks. What kind of question was that? Is it green?

But... those not-dreams echoed in his head, and he realized with a strange certainty: Yes. It was. Green lightning, rushing through him, into the computer mouse and his tablet pen and his keyboard. He couldn't see it, but he knew it was green.

…How the hell would Orange know that?

"i think so?"

Orange's head perked up. The others went silent. For a second, no one moved.

Orange couldn't tell if it was relief, or sympathy, or fear.

"You're like me."

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(so this is with the assumption that whatever Power is embodying the cursor/alan is the same power in SC. i called them orange and also everyone he/him because i flipflop on the names and pronouns all the time, and that's usually how they're officially referred to i suppose. i also haven't been looking at the new posts while writing this so i may have already contradicted established lore LOL)

You know now that I think about it second would actually now what Alan was going through. Alan is finding out that he is getting really weird abilities and is called a god and second went through the same thing in the last episode of AvA where he finds out he has powers and is like a god to. Man you can find trauma buddies even as gods.

Possibly! At least... if/when the box happens... Because if it does it might go... quite a bit differently, given what's been happening with Alan.

BUT YIPPEE... trauma buddies!

[maiverie]

MAI 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I MISSED YOU SM BAE 💗🙏🏼

BUT ITS OK BC I FUCKING LOVED BITE BY BITE

SPOILERS AHEAD ‼️‼️

IK I ALWAYS SAY THIS BUT YOUR WRITING IS SO VARIED AND DIFFERENT EVERY SINGLE TIME WHICH MAKES YOUR WORKS SO READABLE ?? IF THATS A WORD WITHOUT GETTING BORED 😻🙌🏼

YOUR CHARACTERISATION OF HEESEUNG AND YN 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ LIKE THE WAY ITS JUST SIMPLE SENTENCES ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCES OR A FULL ON BACK STORY

IT. FUCKING. HITS. 😍🙏🏼

ITS THE SIMPLE DIALOGUES AND PHRASES THAT MAKE THE STORY FLOW SO SO WELL 🙌🏼

ALSO THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED HEESEUNG ???? 😃🔫 PLS KILL ME RN BECAUSE YOU DID NOT TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING HOT UNDERCUT , I WANT TO THROW UP BC HE IS SO GOOD LOOKING, AND U MAKE HIM TEN TIMES HOTTER 🤓☝🏼

AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE BAY BOY X KINDA SHY GIRL TROPE SO WHEN YN IS ALL FLUSTERED 😫 >>>>> ITS SO CUTE AND ITS THE START OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP WHICH MAKES IT BETTER

AND ITS REALLY COOL HOW HEESEUNG REMEMBERS HER BUT SHE DOESNT ???? 😺 AND ITS A REASON FOR FLIRTY HEE 🙇🏻‍♀️ LIKE IM DYING

SOME THINGS I REALLY FIND COOL IN THE STORY :

YN TAKING HAEMATOLOGY ??? LIKE VAMPIRE GIRL TALING A COURSE WHICH INCLUDES BLOOD 🤨 NGL I FEEL LIKE THEIR MOGHT BE A REASON BUT WE WILL SEE ☝🏼

THE PART ABOUT HOW HEESEUNG WILL DIE WITH BITE MARKS , LIKE ARE THEY FOR KILLING HIM OR ACTUALLY SAVING HIM ???? 😃😃

YN WANTING TO SAVE HEESEUNG FROM THE SPIKED DRINK 😍 MY GIRL HAS FALLEN IN LOVE AND ITS SO FUNNY THAT SHES OBLIVIOUS TO HEESEUNG ALR KNOWING HER BEFOREHAND

HONESTLY I WANT TO SAY WAYYYYY MORE BUT THIS ASK WILL BE TOO LONG ☹️ AND IM PRETTY SURE MY REBLOGS EXPLAINED MYSELF PRACTICALLY COMBUSTING WHEN I SAW THE UPDATE I THINK U SAW IT ?

BUT I REALLY ENJOY YOUR WRITING MAI AND IT MAKES MY DAY 💕💖💗💞💗💓💗💗 LIKE PLS

ALSO KINDA SAD THAT YOU SAID I WOULDNT LIKE IT , HOW COULD U 😡 /J

WAIT RI LOML WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS 😭😭😭😭 NAURRR IM GEN SOBBING AT THIS U R FR THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE 😭😭😭😭😭 MY VERY OWN MISS SUNSET ☹️💖💓💞

IM RLLY GLAD U NOTICED THAT I TRY SMTH DIFFERENT EVERY TIME ☹️☹️ like w open sesame i wanted smth super crack-y ,, then w triage smth more heartfelt and personal …. W BBB I WANT FUCKING CHAOS ‼️‼️‼️ HSJDJDKS NAH BUT FR IM RLLY GLAD U DONT MIND THAT IM TRYING DIFF STYLES AAA i would hate to be known for just one thing so ☹️💖

U LITERALLY FLATTER ME TOO MUCH AJDJFKSK AAA IM ACC SOBBING RN TYSM FOR ENJOYING THE WRITING 😭😭😭 I HAD SM FUN BRAINSTORMING THE BACKSTORIES FOR EACH OF MY CHARACTERS SO BE PREPARED FOR A LOT ‼️‼️ also you’re so real like fr shy girl x bad boy >>>> and flirty forward who dgaf abt consequences hee >>>

ALSO HSJDJDKS YEP THERES DEF A REASON WHY SHES STUDYING NURSING / HAEM ‼️ AND YEP HEESEUNGS DEATH CURSE IS DEF A MYSTERY JSJFJSK ICANT WAIT TO SHARE THE BACKSTORY BEHIND THAT 😭😭 AND FR SHE ALR TALKING ABT SAVING HIM AND HIM BEIGN GORGEOUS LIKE 🙄🙄 girlie i know who u r.

anyways NOOO DONT EVER BE WORRIED AB LONG ASKS SERIOUSLY TYSM LIKE SOSOSOSO MUCH for ur feedback and endless support fr u r gen one of my faves around here so i’m rlly happy u enjoyed BBB 😭🫶🫶🫶 vvvv honoured to receive feedback from a fellow writer too HEHEHE CANT WAIT FOR MORE OF UR WORKS?? I NEED TO BE FED PLS TYSM????

[loversindevildom]

hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

Masterlist

The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

[akingdomofswordsandstories]

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

word count: 3193

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

Could it have been because of Elain? He knew the inner circle wasn’t stupid, they all saw him drifting more and more to Elain. Could that have been why you had distanced yourself? He would be lying if he said he didn’t like Elain, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t like you.

Your stubbornness. Your generosity. Your sense of adventure. The way you could get lost in the things you did.

Suddenly the door swung open and the others came into the room, worry written all over their faces.

Azriel could tell that Cassian and Mor had been crying on the way there.

“How bad is it?” Mor shook as she spoke. You could see the pain in her eyes. The worry she had for someone who was basically her sister.

Azriel’s expression was unreadable and he didn’t respond.

“Do you think she will make it?” Feyre asked, grief evident in her posture. “I- I don’t know” Azriel answered, “It was pretty bad,” he said quietly.

Just as he answered, Madja appeared from the other room. “She’s in rough shape, I don’t know if she’s gonna make it through the night. She lost a lot of blood.”

The room grew eerily quiet

“She’s stable for now, but I will stay here and notify you if any changes occur.”

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Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain went back to the townhouse to try and get as much rest as they could. Mor, Cassian, and Azriel decided to stay in your room with you.

Tears started slipping from Cassian’s eyes once he saw your fraile body lying in bed, barely hanging on.

“Oh mother” Mor sobbed out, a hand slipping over her mouth. She went over to the bed you were on, gently sitting on it and grabbing to hold your hand. She leaned against the headboard and watched as your chest heaved.

The trio sat in silence for some time, watching your every move, your breathes, whimpers, and shifts.

Azriel broke the silence.

“She’s my mate. All this time and I never knew.”, the sentence coming out as a whisper.

Shock was painted on Mor’s face. “Y/n’s your mate? How di-? When?”

“It clicked when I saw her body lying there.” his voice started breaking “Why did it have to happen right now. Of all the times. Why couldn’t it have happened months ago. I could’ve had more time. This never would have happened. How do I move on from this?” his voice ending on a whisper.

“All you can do is hope to mother that she has the strength to pull through.” Cassian replied softly. “You know, this whole situation is so ironic.”, he said softly to himself, lightly shaking his head.

Azriel gave Cassian a look of confusion, wondering what he was talking about, but decided to drop it for now.

“Anyway, let’s try to get some sleep and pray the morning holds better news”

Mor had dozed off, back against the headboard and hand still holding yours. Cassian was sitting in the chair, head resting on the palm of his head, it still took him a few hours to fall asleep completely. Azriel, however, couldn’t sleep. The thought of sleeping while you laid like this. He felt guilty, the feeling that he may have been too late. For the rest of the night, Azriel sat in a chair next to your bed, shrouded in darkness, hoping you would be ok.

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Sunlight peeked through the sheer blinds over the balcony door. The faint sound of birds singing flowed through the air. Light shined onto your face, causing you to groan. Groggily, you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light filling the room. Your head pounded and you winced as you shifted in bed.

“Y/n?” you heard a whisper. You mumbled in response. “Oh! Thank mother you’re alright! We were all so worried for you. Wait, let me call Madja now that you’re up.” Mor rambled on causing you to smile slightly. “CASSIAN!” she squealed “Wake up! Look! Y/n is awake!”

Cassian jumped to his feet at her shout. “Oh my god!” he ran over to your side “I was so worried, I’m so glad you’re alright” he said, taking your hand into his. “Let me go call the others, they’ve been waiting for an update.”

Soon after, the rest of the inner circle came over to your room to check in and Madja came to see how you were healing.

“That was quite the wound you had. Make sure to rest for the next two weeks. No buts, we don’t want this opening back up from stress or straining activity.”. You groaned at the thought.

“But I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal! I can go back to doing my duties in 2 days. I’ll be good as new.” you pleaded, trying to convince Madja and yourself. Before she could respond, Rhys cut in.

“You will do nothing of the sort. You just got stabbed for cauldrons sake, if i catch you trying to do anything remotely straining, i’ll lock you in your room and have Cassian stand guard in front of it”

“Fine” you grumbled out

“Now that everything is settled, i’ll be coming to check on you every few days.” Madja states before leaving

After a little more small talk was exchanged, the inner circle decided to leave you to rest a bit more, but promised they would visit you as frequently as they could.

Except, one person stayed behind.

Azriel.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Is something wrong?” you asked

After a hesitant pause his voice rang out. “We’re mates.”

You felt a blow to your chest. When did he find this out? As if Azriel had read your thoughts, he responded “Last night. After I found you.”

“Oh”

“But, Cassian said something, how it was ironic, and I can’t help but wonder how long you’ve known”

“I-, I told Cassian that we were mates yester-”

“But how long have you known y/n.” his voice quiet and sharp as a knife, as if tendrils of anger were waiting to escape

“Since the diplomatic mission Rhys sent us on”, you whispered. You could feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes

“That was months ago and you didn’t think to tell me?” You could feel the anger in his voice

“I thought you would have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry” tears started falling from your eyes

“You knew and said nothing. Why didn’t you say anything? You should have said something” he seethed. His anger was unhinged, a drastic change for the usually calm and collected shadowsinger.

“If you didn’t want to be my mate just tell me. I’d be glad to be rid of the bond.”. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. His anger dissipated. He looked up and saw your face, tears streaming down.

“I see the way you look at Elain, Azriel. I’m not some stupid fucking female. How do you think it feels to see your mate all over someone else. I wanted to give you a chance to find your own happiness without me burdening you with this. And if we’re being honest, if you had to choose between me or her, you would choose her. I knew you would be disappointed by me. I knew you wouldn’t want to be my mate, that's why I didn’t tell you.” your anger started boiling up. “Do you think it feels good to be rejected, especially by someone you’ve loved for a long time? I didn’t want you to be disappointed that I was your mate, the person you’ve waited so long for.” your voice tapered off at the end. “Can you leave please” you said softly

“No, wait, I’m sorry I-“

“Azriel. Get out.” your voice boomed through the room.

He left reluctantly, softly shutting the door behind him. Just as the door shut, the sobs that you had been desperately trying to hold back broke free. Your body shuddered as you hugged yourself, crying yourself back to sleep.

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During the following weeks, you avoided Azriel at all costs. As soon as he walked into the room, you would walk out. Any required conversations were kept short. You did anything you could to keep your mind off of him, cleaning, errands, hell you did it all. It certainly didn’t help your recovery, but you did what you could to keep your mind busy and off of Azriel.

“Y/n stop please. You need to rest, how many times do we have to tell you. You’re only making the healing process longer” Mor ranted on.

“I’m fine, I doubt a wound, which is almost healed by the way, would be damaged by me doing chores” you emphasized as you rolled your eyes

“Maybe not by chores, but it is affected by your stress”

A moment of silence passed.

“He feels terrible, you know, he didn’t mean to say it. He just wants to talk to you.”. Mor didn’t risk saying his name because she knew it would only anger you more.

“Well I don’t want to talk to him, or deal with him, or see him, or think about him. At all.”. You grumbled. Your heart clenched, but you brushed it aside.

“Y/n, please. I love you two and it hurts to see our family like this right now.”

“Please, can we drop it, I-“ your voice cracked

“Yeah, of course. Just… keep an open mind, maybe?”

“Yeah, ok” you looked down.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, for Rhys and Feyre’s dinner party.”

“Sounds good.”. You pressed your lips into a tight smile as you watched Mor walk off. You had definitely contemplated not going today. All of the inner circle certainly knew what happened, maybe not all the details, but still enough, which made you feel exposed. You weren’t use to having your emotions splayed out to everyone like that, and it made you too vulnerable. However, Mor had threatened to pull you to the party herself if you refused to go, so being complicit seemed like the best option.

It was just one night. You would be fine… right?

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It was nearing 8 as you finished getting ready for the party, which started at 8:30. You were wearing an olive green silk midi dress. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was still very elegant. And comfortable. You were touching up as Mor arrived.

“Ah, there she is, beautiful as ever.”

“I could say the same about you, darling” you emphasized

“Are you ready to go, I heard the party is getting started, and you know I wouldn’t want to miss all the cocktails”

A laugh mused on your face. You grabbed your purse before the pair of you winnowed to the house.

You arrived at the front door, scanning the scene when you got there. It was a cozy ballroom with french doors which opened up to a huge balcony leading to the gardens. There was a huge dining table in the center with plenty of space to mingle in clusters.

You hadn’t spotted Azriel yet, a sigh of relief leaving your body. You strutted in, arms linked with Mor, grabbing a drink off the platter. You weren’t even sure who or what this party was for, but you realized you had downplayed it after spotting Helion and Tarquin. The high lords in Velaris. But that was the least of your concerns, the only thing you were focused on was avoiding Azriel.

Spotting Feyre near Helion, you breezed over to say hi.

“Ah! Y/n! Helion, i’m sure the two of you have met a few times before!” Feyre smiled out

“Yes, I do remember you! I heard about what happened, how are you feeling?” He asked

“Much better than the last few weeks, that’s for sure. Although I must say, this alcohol is certainly helping” you giggled. “Well I just wanted to pop over and say hi, but I think I’m gonna go find Cassian now. It was so nice to see you again Lord Helion, enjoy your evening.”

“You too Miss Y/L/N”

You dipped your head towards the both of them before making your way through the room to find Cassian. Where was he for caldrons sake. You hadn’t seen him in a week because he had to go up to the illyrian war camps again. Pushing your way through the crowd, you bumped into a hard chest, spilling your champagne. Cursing to yourself, you started to apologize.

“Oh mother, I’m so so sorry, clums-“. Looking up your y/e/c eyes met strong hazel ones, which were burning into your soul. You felt your throat close up, starting to feel trapped in the crowed room

No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.

You knew it was only a matter of time before you would have to talk to him, but you couldn’t do it now. Before he could say a word, you pushed past him and bolted out to the balcony to get some fresh air. You had run to the corner, near the steps to the garden, out of sight from others. Taking deep breaths, you calmed your nerves. You would be ok, everything was fine. It would be fine. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

You decided to quickly go grab another drink before returning to the serenity outside. Leaning against the balcony, you stared out at the stars and the gardens. They were so beautiful, even in the winter, you thought to yourself. You basked in the silence, your thoughts drowning you.

Some time had passed before you heard footsteps approaching you on the balcony. You knew who it was without having to turn around, but you still couldn’t bear to be around him. You turned to leave but his hand caught your wrist, holding it firmly. You could feel the scars from his hands against your skin.

“Please. I just want to talk”

“What’s there to talk about Azriel, you made your feelings clear that day.”

“Just listen, please, and then i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you wish”

You sighed, nodding your head in defeat. You couldn’t keep balling up your emotions.

He led you back to the railing of the balcony before his grasp left your wrist. You tilted your head down looking at your feet and fiddling with your thumb.

“I spent 500 years pining after Mor because I was so afraid of maybe having a chance at love. I thought it was best to love someone who would never love me back so I wouldn’t get hurt. Then I met Elain. She helped me to open up more, and helped me to believe that happiness would be possible for me, with someone. I had given up on the idea of having a mate. I didn’t think I deserved one. I was ok with that and had accepted that.”

He let out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair, light curls falling onto his forehead. “When I saw you lying there and the bond clicked, I was so mad at myself. I shut out the possibility of having a mate for so long. You were my mate. My mate. I never thought I would be able to say those words.”

He paused.

“I was mad that you may not make it. I was mad that I didn’t find you soon enough. I was mad that we didn’t have more time. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I Just wanted you to be ok. And then when you told me that you had known for so long, I was angry. Angry that I hadn’t realized sooner, and angry that you kept it from me because you may not have wanted me or expected me to be your mate. And I snapped. Then you said the thing that I had least expected. You said you had loved me” He chuckled dryly. “I am so sorry, y/n, so very sorry.”.

His hand reached down to cup your face. He jerked your head up so you were looking at him. “What i’m trying to say is that I love you, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way anymore”.

The air had been knocked from your lungs. Your heart swelled and your eyes watered. Before you had realized what you were doing, your lips crashed into his. His mouth fit perfectly against yours. He was a breath of fresh air with a hint of mint. Azriel’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his body and he smiled against your lips. It felt so right. Everything about it. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you both pulled away, breathless. Your forehead rested against his.

You whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“I love you too”. As soon as the words left your mouth, he pulled you in for another kiss, his wings forming a cocoon around you. This one was more demanding. Passionate. A promise. You pulled away from his mouth and leaned against him, his arms wrapping around you.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Azriel said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small black box. “It’s your Solstice gift, I was trying to find a good time to give it to you.”, he scratched the back of his head.

You gently took it from his hand. The box had a red ribbon wrapped around. Undoing the ribbon, You opened the box to find one of the beautiful necklaces you had been admiring with Mor. “Oh my Az. Its so beautiful. I love it. How did you know?”

“I may have had my shadows follow everyone around to find out what they wanted.” he laughed out.

You smiled. “Will you help me put it on?”. Handing the dainty chain to Azriel, you brushed you hair aside. Baring your neck to him. His fingers ghosted the soft skin, clasping the necklace together. He tenderly placed a kiss next to your ear, causing butterflies to erupt.

You cleared your throat. “I think we’ve been gone long enough. Would you like to get some food, Azriel?” you smiled.

“I would love to, my darling mate.” he paused before darkly saying “I am especially excited for the part that comes after I eat.”. You lightly smacked his shoulder before the two of you made your way inside, beaming.

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[probably-haven]

How Visions Work(Theory)

genshin spoilers

there’s a lot of headcanons about the effect of visions on the body temperature of the characters with pyro or cryo visions but a lot of them stop there an i want to propose we take it one step further

so the general agreement is that pyro users run hot and cryo characters run cold but imma take a moment to talk about the science of that real quick.

if something feels warm, its because the object is expelling heat from itself to its outside environment(itself losing warmth) if something feels cold, its because it’s absorbing and taking the heat from the outside environment into itself(itself gaining warmth)

which actually matches up pretty well with how i believe their visions work which ill cover before getting into what i think that means

pyro visions work by absorbing the users body heat and before then expelling it into the environment when they wish to use it. When the vision reaches what is essentially its max storage capacity, it resumes working at normal, absorbing heat from the user until it’s used, but at this point it stabilizes, because the pyro energy built up within begins overflowing into the nearby environment, a majority of it returning to the user to keep their body temperature from getting too dangerously out of wack. But by passing through the vision, the body heat is converted into pyro energy and made more intense, so the surplus tends to linger around the user, hence the heat that can be felt when touching or around them. the user can then use their powers with either the pyro energy stored in the vision, or that which still lingers around them. 

cryo visions on the other hand work in a bit more of a complicated manor. like pyro visions and other visions, most of the energy that they get is from interaction with the user, in this instance, steadily taking heat from the environment that would have naturally have been observed by the vision had it been any other inanimate object and passing in through the vision and into the user, the process creating of the heat leaving the vision creating cryo energy, a sort of anti-heat vaccuum-like substance, which once it reaches it’s max, overflows in a way similar to the pyro vision, leaking into the nearby environment, helping to balance the user’s body temperature while the remainder lingers around them, absorbing heat from the environment. the user can then use the energy stored in the vision(less than pyro because more steps means less room) or that which still lingers around them (more because less room means more over flow), plus they need more surplus in order to balance cuz their temperature is more volatile

visions do however possess the ability to begin expelling energy early should the user’s body temperature become too dangerous, an ability that is missing from delusions of the corresponding element

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this leads me to have a few headcanons that i really like because im obsessed with angst

1. contrary to what you might believe, after using a significant amount of their powers, Pyro users are are absolutely cold to the touch(cuz the lack of surplus energy leaves nothing to disguise or raise their low body temperature as the constantly absorbing heat to refuel) and Cryo users feel hot (the lack of surplus energy doing nothing to disguise or lower their high body temperature as the vision is constantly having to expel surrounding heat into the user in order to refuel cryo energy)

2. however during this state they are also the least likely to leave behind traces of elemental energy(like those that can be seen with elemental sight) 

3. this cycling of energy actually makes a vision behave more like a part of the user that also serves its own role in maintaining homeostasis (makes it so losing a vision is quite literally comparable to losing an organ)

4. until the vision has enough stored energy for surplus to linger, Cryo users are prone to over heating and Pyro users are prone to the opposite

5. this rapid and common changing of internal body temperature also tends to weaken their immune systems

6. the lingering surplus of energy is also more easy to manipulate than the stored energy, so while it lingers, it has a tendency to be easily influenced by the user’s emotions. 

7. yes this means accidentally freezing and setting things on fire during emotional extremes, or more subtle effects for those that are less extreme

8. in dragonspine, Cyro users are actually weaker but healthier. The lack of heat to cycle through their vision and body means less cryo energy is created, but less heat is there to build up in their bodies

9. Pyro users on the other hand- are in real big danger, unless they made sure to have large amounts of elemental energy before hand. They take longer at the torches they like because they need every bit of heat to raise their naturally low temperature and to make more pyro energy to both light the next torch, and to constantly have enough surplus that it doesn’t just steadily drain all the pyro they have. 

10. a lot of the pyro users are overly energetic and active and move around alot, which is known to raise body temperature, and whould help with this, then there’s hu tao who while energetic is not all that active, but i think her job of “guarding the border” makes her more tolerant of the low body temperature. similar to yanfei’s constitution as an adeptus. Bennet is energetic but doesn’t move around quite as much and all, but... his luck is bad enough that he just thinks everyone feels like/has to deal with that. and Diluc- we’ve all seen the fluffy jacket. Klee constantly setting grass on fire and otherwise being hyper. Amber, gliding champion of mondstad, “i feel like running” Amber. Yoimiya is pretty active and works around fire. I dont have Xinyan so i dont know for sure in her case but i assume it fits the bill. 

11. as for cryo characters- Qiqi is a zombie and Ganyu is half adeptus, different constitution. A lot of the characters are or try to be more calm and level headed, known for being kind of “slackers” to use kaeya’s words, though by this i mean they dont do excessive physical activity outside of training and that which is necessary. Diona is a bartender, often staying in one place, the opposite of pyro, keeping her body temperature down. Ayaka rarely leaves the kamisato estate. Chongyun is complicated- more on him later. Rosaria known for shirking her church duties and being basically lazy, the same as Kaeya. And Eula- i actually dont have an explanation- maybe just... the training to endure- like that one test where you have to walk through dragonspine all fancy without being thrown off. 

now as for Chongyun

him with his popsicles and yang energy, needing to maintain a cool body temperature at all times as a result of his constitution 

i mentioned a failsafe of visions, where should their users’ body temperature lean to dangerously to any one extreme, the vision will begin releasing the stored elemental energy early.

Chongyun’s however doesn’t store energy at all, instead immediately expelling all cryo energy it makes as soon as it forms so it can immediately absorb any dangerous body heat that Chongyun was exposed to in it’s making. This means that the surplus energy(the type more likely to be accidentally manipulated by emotions) around Chongyun is more than most other cryo users would have.

however, the balance is really fragile because his temperature is kept from getting out of hand almost entirely by his vision so external factors are extremely dangerous, as there is a still a cooldown between the transfer of heat the release of cryo energy- so unexpected sources of heat can cause a rapid rise in already fragile temperature that runs its course and wreaks havoc on the childe before the cryo energy is able to balance it out- and the problem is- with the surplus being easily manipulated by emotions, the sudden rise in temperature has a tendency to activate it, using it up and leaving him without a source of temperature regulation, which only worsens the problem. at which point the vision probably begins storing cryo energy until theres enough built up to reset his body temperature in one go- which usually ends with him passed out.

anyways i had a lot more planned to write but if i kept going i fear how long it’d get- i just think it has potential to evolve into a lot of cool things and theories for how the world works, and reflect the archons..... let me explain that-

so assuming anemo energy is created bey absorbing and then renewing the oxygen in the user’s blood, as opposed to dangerous body temperatures, it tends to have an anemic affect on their wielders, hence why all the anemo vision users have this tired air to them, Xiao’s... Xiao-ness- he just looks exhausted, Jean’s constant exhaustion that totally isnt made any better by her workload, Kazuha’s general calm relaxed disposition, and sucrose’s general demeanor- idk i just think anemo vision wielders give off anemic vibes, until they have enough surplus for the taken oxygen to replenish

except for venti- who doesn’t actually use a vision, who is literally a wind sprite, made of air- always running around and being all energetic- because he doesn’t face these problems- if anything he has extra energy and air to use. He’s basically the opposite. (windrise may have some weight in this-)

which means other archons may model this-

im not sure about geo but with electro

assuming that the constant transfer of electricity through the user’s body would eventually have a frying effect that shortens their lifespan over time(an idea largely inspired by Lisa’s voice line on visions and other theories on it) then Baal’s steady eternity serves as another opposite to this and yet pursuing eternity it becomes odd that she would give visions at all, so i feel archons must get some benefit from giving visions or she wouldn’t have done it-

but anyways imma stop now- hopefully someone found this interesting and runs with it, but if not it makes sense too

... actually geo might have something to do with an erosion-like metaphor, similar to what was brought up in the azdaha fight

still thinking about hydro tho, and im not even gonna bother with dendro

....

..... can you tell that I kin Sucrose and Albedo yet? It’s not even funny istg it’s becoming a problem .... actually scratch that i have a dark sense of humor, its kinda pretty funny

[bowandcurtsey]

financing sounds hard omg good luckkk 💕

also also, i have more stoopidddd 😌

BC boys + 'why are you upside down?' 'i'm stimulating blood flow to the brain'

lmao i just had the crack thought of fue finding you and salamander hanging upside down from a tree branch or something and salamander's all 'i dont actually know why im doing this but it looked fun and master's SO is doing it so it cant be that bad' 😂 - ninja, except my mac is so old that i dont have a ninja emoji to use

NINJA UwU You're not stupid! don't call yourself that; your requests are always a joy to write! And ninja... hanging upside down DOES help improve brain function, according to some sites hahahaha!

Fuegoleon | Nozel | William | Yami x f! reader

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"Why are you hanging from a tree branch love?" he found you in the Vermillion family garden on afternoon.

"Stimulating blood flow to the brain, I feel that my brain has been a little rusty recently."

".... and why is salamander flying upside down too?" he raised an eyebrow, trying to not question you.

"hmm. he saw me doing it for some time and then he decided to try doing it too."

"seems your brain is really rusty Sal." he commented with a deadpan expression on his face, gazing at salamander.

Salamander blew smoke from his nostrils, taking offence at his statement.

"Honey," Fue called out to you, ignoring salamander's little tantrum, "get down, hanging upside down for too long is not good, I’ll teach you how to improve your brain function.. the easier way."

You’d be dead solving all them sudoku puzzles in the next weeks.

Nozel Silva

"what in the world...?" he jumped a little, coming into the room and seeing you hanging yourself upside down from the ceiling with your magic.

"what in tarnation are you doing y/n?!" he was frustrated that you gave him a fright like that, he thought you hung yourself or something.

"I'm stimulating blood flow to my brain darling.."

"Get down. I'm not asking a second time." the royal glared at you, and you got down in seconds, your face red from the blood flow.

"the doc said I have mild anaemia which is why I feel light headed sometimes, so I thought stimulating blood flow to my brains would help with the dizzy spells." you explained as a matter of factly.

Nozel looked at you wide eye with your explanation, he wanted to say something sarcastic but he held back his words because he just adored you too much to upset you.

"I'll have the servants cook nutritious food for you, starting from today." he let out a sigh, "just.. don't do such a reta.. ridiculous thing again."

William Vangeance

He saw you hanging in one of the trees in the gardens from his office.

"What in the world are you doing love?" there was worry and concern in his voice, "get down from there before you hurt yourself."

He went up there and carried you down before you could answer him.

"I'm getting blood stimulation to my brain dear!" you explained with a proud beam on your face.

"And why do you need that?" the golden dawn captain raised his eyebrows, puzzled.

"So that I could think better! I wanted to help you think of a good strategy, but I couldn't think of any." you furrowed your eyes and pursed your lips.

"oh love.." he shook his head a little and smiled, heartened that you were thinking for him, "please do it safely, not hanging from a tree, you may fall and hurt yourself."

He patted your head, "also you shouldn't do it for too long and under this sun.. But thank you for your kind gesture," he kissed your forehead.

Yami Sukehiro (ft. Zora)

"dafug you doin babe?" Yami raised his brows at you, looking amused; you were hanging upside down from the pull up bar.

"Blood stimulation to brain baby." you explained, "Can't think of anything new for my writes."

"oh? It helps?" Yami came face to face with you, looking at your face upside down. "Anyway babe your face really looks funny upside down." He chuckled a little, giving you a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Ohhh! This is like the spiderman kiss baby!" you squealed excitedly, "oh my god, new idea!"

"huh. what spider?" Yami cocked his head to one side, "but okay since it helped you maybe I should try it too."

He got onto another pull up bar and hung himself upside down. You both looked at each other and laughed.

"Babe, you look kinda funny, upside down yet right side up." you laughed, "okay okay let's meditate a little and get blood flow to the brain."

About a few minutes later, Zora walks in and he jumped seeing the two of you hanging outside down.

"The fuck the two of you doing?!" his brows furrowed so hard that it almost connected in the middle.

"stimulating blood flow. to the brain." Yami explained to the masked man.

"Are you both dumb or retarded?" Zora scoffs, shaking his head in dismay, "you're gonna kill yourself for hanging like that so long, your faces are about to burst."

When the two of you got down, Zora started lecturing you two about the benefits and risks for being inverted.

"Man I knew my captain was not very bright, but y/n? You disappointed me." Zora rolled his eyes at both of you.

-end-

According to a few sites: Hanging upside down for about 30 seconds to a min helps relief back pain temporarily, optimises posture, improve focus and brain function and even increased flexibility.

Buttttt it is not good for people that suffer from high blood pressure, or have heart problems. and if you don't do it right it may cause fracture, glaucoma, osteoporosis or even hernia..

So.... I guess... Listen to Fue and do your sudoku puzzles. ( ´ ▽ ` )b

[matsbarzal]

Random/au number 10 with Connor McDavid please.

random #10. "im 600 years older than you. calm down."

word count: 1.1k pairing: vampire!connor mcdavid x reader warnings: mentions of death, vampirism, cynical connor

Connor couldn’t fathom why humans did half the things they do, he couldn’t understand the emotional development, or the obsession with caring about all the people around you when they would inevitably end up as just hallow versions of themselves when time finally took its toll on them. There was also a chance he may have just been a pessimist.

He tried to sympathize with the people that crossed his path over the years, tried to sympathize with their emotional capacities, their will to love and to care for one another, he just… couldn’t. It wasn’t that he, himself wasn’t emotional, far from it, really. It was just that he had seen time come and go, seen time ruthlessly rip human nature and capacity apart. Why continue to care, when inevitably everything would be gone?

You threw him through the ringer, though. Something about you made his brain itch, made his eyes cross as he tried to figure you out, tried to figure out what it was about you that made him… feel.

He wasn’t sure what it was about you, whether it was your lack of regard for his cynical view of life, or your lack of self-preservation every time you forced your way into his being, into his way of life, into the things he did. It was probably the fact he showed you what he was, and you just laughed. Laughed, and laughed and laughed as he stood there gobsmacked, annoyance covering his facial expression in seconds.

Connor would be cliché to say it, but maybe you were just different. He couldn’t say he loved you, not really, maybe, but not really. He couldn’t acknowledge that a mere human, a person with a beating heart and blood flowing through their veins, could evoke a passion inside of him, a fiery emotion that he hadn’t felt in over five centuries.

He was intriguing, from his perfect hair to his perfect skin all the way to his dark demeanour and the all-black house that made you laugh even more when he finally revealed who, what he was.

“Connor… this house, is so fucking depressing.”

“I like it. It’s quiet and keeps the warmth out. Watch your language.”

Groaning, you threw your head back at his words, a sigh leaving your lips as you observed your surroundings. The cabinets? Black. The bed coverings? Black. The window shades? Black. Aesthetically, it was pleasing to look at, but any sane person wouldn’t survive.

Good thing Connor wasn’t entirely sane.

“God, language? Are you kidding me? What are you, my dad?”

Smirking, he looked towards you, “I’m not your dad, but I am 600 years older than you actually, so calm down with the language.”

Scrunching your face up at his words, all you did was glare as you continued to make your way around the house. He’d be lying if he said you weren’t the first human to be allowed in, even Leon hadn’t seen his new development, opting to remain in his native country of Germany until he inevitably got bored and travelled again.

Connor had been alone for many, many years. By preference, of course. He wasn’t a naturally social creature. He didn’t care for constant companionship, or regular socialization. He enjoyed his solitude, enjoyed travelling, or staying in one place by himself. There were locals everywhere he went just like him, albeit usually younger, Canada not being a popular destination for the older generation.

“Do you actually sleep in here?”

“Huh?”

Quirking an eyebrow at you, he followed the direction of your pointer figure, meeting his clean-kept bedroom, the hue from the lightbulb illuminating the darkness of the room. He didn’t sleep often, didn’t really need it, at all, actually. Technically, he was already dead, no need to rejuvenate when there was nothing to rejuvenate.

“I relax in here, yes. Watch sports sometimes, I’m sure if you keep showing up, I’ll end up sleeping in there once or twice,” he knew his words could potentially come off as disinterested, but you just shrugged your shoulders, continuing on through the house.

He wasn’t lying when he said the darkness kept the warmth out, the goosebumps eliciting across your skin as he continued his tour. A collection room had you stopped in your tracks, observing the view in front of you. There were tons, if not hundreds of different artifacts, most small in nature, some larger, all shining back at you. Books, antiques, plants, drawings, everything was prevalent across the room.

“How old is all this stuff?”

Walking more into the room, Connor shrugged as he observed his surroundings. “Dunno, depends on each thing. Some are from the 16th century, and so on. That hockey stick there is from the first ever game played for the Stanley Cup, or the Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup, as it was called then.”

Swivelling around to look at him, he just grinned toothily at you and grabbed it.

“1893, awarded to the Montreal Hockey Club. Billy Barlow’s stick, pretty sure they don’t know I stole it, but ya know.”

“If you were still like… human, think you would’ve played?”

Placing the stick back in its holder, Connor contemplated, his head tilting side to side before nodding it gently. “My best friend and I, Leon and I, sometimes when a few of us are together we’ll play our own version. Doesn’t always work out well, and sometimes people end up with some nasty injuries, but Leon and I love it. Tkachuk almost gets his head severed every time, little shit deserves it, though.”

You could see the excitement enter his eyes as he talked about the sport, his mind reminiscing on the past experiences with his friends. At least some things evoked emotions in him.

“Why are you keeping me around? Why do you keep inviting me places?”

Connor stopped in his spot, his face going stoic as he looked at you. He wasn’t necessarily sure why he kept inviting you places, why you were so intriguing to him. What was it about you that made him want to be around you? Made him want to invite you into his home, and have you meet his old friends, have you meet his maker one day.

“You’re not like the others, I suppose. I enjoy spending time with you, you’re not like the others, and you’re not unbearable. A bit of a profanity problem, yes, but we can work on that.”

“Gonna keep me around for a while then, McDavid?”

Shrugging his shoulders again, he deflected the question as he gently placed his lips against yours, his hand cupping your cheek as his eyes slithered shut. Your own lips pressed against his greedily as your eyes closed.

“Perhaps. We’ll see.”

note: ah this is literally just cynical vampire!connor with a lil soft spot for the reader. thank you for requesting!! and i hope you enjoy <3

[askata]

okay wow hi

heres my take

matter or energy, it doesnt really matter. i go off the idea that it can only be recycled, not destroyed nor even created. whether thats true or not idc.

i like to think that we were physically once stars, or empty air, or soft and loving hands, or shards of glass from broken bottles, or everything else.

i love you because you were stained glass windows and beautiful sunsets, but you were also broken skin and blood. youre everywhere, everything really. and i really love everything.

life is unfair too, but it doesnt mean to be. i think so often we wonder why life does this stuff to us, what we did to deserve bad things. theres no reason, really.

its like making a drink, or mowing the lawn, or watching the sunset. maybe the drink has too much something, or the lawmower blades werent spinning right, or the sunset wasnt as pretty as you thought it would be. sometimes, life doesnt go right, and sometimes that happens in big or personal ways.

life doesnt mean for your drink to taste off, or your lawnmower to stop working, or for the sunset to be like that, and thats okay. yeah, life is anthropomorphized far too much, i dont know if life marches for us or simply for the sake of marching, but it goes and goes regardless of our wellbeing.

outside of life and the universe in general, things dont really have a plan. things happen because time doesnt stop to protect us, and sometimes we bump and hit and smack into walls and tables because we keep moving.

it isnt your fault, its no ones fault. nothing is setting up a track for us to follow, we simply walk what we think we should, and sometimes that leads to bad places without us knowing. youre not responsible for how youre hurt, youre not responsible for tragedy.

i stopped shitting on myself because it felt like I was wasting precious time. this is the last year itll be 2024, there wont be a 2024 ever again, i plan to enjoy every minute i can until i count the seconds down to another unique year.

this is the last time youll live this exact date, or maybe the last time youll do something at that exact time, or the last thing youll read before bed. tomorrow is another day, but dont forget to cherish the moments that flow through your fingers.

it gets better, you just have to change your perspective a little bit and work on seeing the stuff in the shadows. you cant always focus on the spotlight and believe its the best you have.

its enough to breathe, that in itself is a miracle, and youre so precious for simply just existing. youre worth a life, and you deserve a good one.

and no matter what you do, someone will love you. someone out there would stick by your side until the end, the same way someone out there would hurt you for a laugh.

i love you, i love your bad habits, i love your laugh and your teeth, i love how you cope, i love the things you do that you hate, i love what you hate about yourself, i love you unconditionally. i love you, your doubt wont change that, i love you and your problems.

we always believe that people have the worst intentions because we worry so much about the people we see every day. some people youll meet might have bad intentions, but the internet (forgive me, i sound old for this) is full of negative talk and hateful people, and sometimes its so much we cant see what else is there.

yes im afraid of being hurt, but its so beautiful i have the chance to trust people. its so beautiful to even have the ability to fear or trust or feel betrayed. a moment doesnt last forever, it may feel horrible, but eventually youll get yourself a drink and you wont even think about what happened.

life is a river, live to prove them wrong, and remember that to be hateful is to be miserable. be the change you want to see, be the love and the goodness we doubt we have. i love you now, and now never ends.

i love you, my grain of sand, you are a beautiful piece of one big thing. dont let anyone trick you into thinking otherwise, not even yourself. sleep well, may the sun rise, and know, i will love you then, too.

i need to lovepost for a sec

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress- Darker the Weather // Better the Man

Warnings: topics from the empress, Violence

Sarah laid on the makeshift cot. Lately with how everything had been pulled out, the war seemed like it had no end. Her eyes danced dully well her fingers fiddled with the locket from her lovers. Tears easily welled her eyes at the thought of them waiting for her.

Distant, everything is scattered

She missed them, she missed them more than she thought she truly would. The way their fingers danced warmly around her locks. Or how mornings were spent wrapped up tightly within her wives arms, the cold artic air contrasting to the warm blankets. She just missed the softness of the lingering moments.

When your mind is shattered and torn apart

She knew the war wouldn't last forever, yet with every passing day, it seemed the ending was fading. Sarah knew she shouldn't be mad at Technoblade or (y/n), but she couldn't help it.

Maybe it started with (y/n), the way she clinged and lulled the grand emperor into a false sense of pride. She easily Loathed that. Everyone within the empire assumed the Emperor was in control, but Sarah- being the general, knew exactly who had the power.

In an instant, I can be indifferent

But could she really bring herself to hate her? After all she was pregnant with the Emperor's baby as of currently.

She knew she shouldn't, yet it was so easy...

When she walked into the tent to see the Grand Emperor packing his things- it left her seething. He was going to leave them- leave his troops- his people- people who gave so much in hopes to end the conflict quickly. Technoblade should have known others were missing important family events, yet here they stood, proudly serving under his name.

The blame is always shifted from the start

And it was all because She, called- begged, him to come home.

She couldn't linger about any longer, she needed to distract herself. So grabbing a cloak she left the base camp, although some of the men asked about where she was leaving too. Sarah simply wiped her eyes with pride and assured them of her return.

Leafless treetops in the snow

Views of death and bitter cold

The walk towards the nearby village was a bore. Due to the cold, barely any animals found home within the snow, anymore Sarah was starting to see the appeal of moving somewhere warmer.

Instead of visiting a bakery or a warm café, Sarah found herself wondering into a bar. Perusal, only the odd were within the warm walls. Brute men and sly women hogging up around the bar.

Without a step of hesitance she took her seat at the bar, the two brooding men beside her looked as if they should have scared her off. Yet when they tried to comment on Sarah's seat she simply sent a cold glare. Towards them, a wordless death threat of silence.

When the men backed off, they ultimately decided to move seats completely. In turn a younger gentleman took their seats.

Sarah didn't acknowledge him, something seemed off about it, yet she couldn't place her finger quite on it. The man took a glance to her, his fluffier Blonde hair radiating a familiar tone.

"You seemed troubled..." the man purred, sending Sarah into a eyeroll. Typical men. She thought, knowing exactly where this was leading.

"Don't think like that." The man said, his green eyes flashing slightly as a warning. "I'm only here to hear out a strangers problem... I'm hear to help." He mused.

Although Sarah was offset and held the high urge to not tell a thing to this man. Something told her it was worth it. She needed to get it off her chest.

So she did.

And through that, she felt her nerves lessen. With layer, and layer dropped about Technoblade, his wife, his family, everything. She felt a silver lining.

Something that should have stuck out to her however, was when she went on about Technoblade, the Man seemed to just know everything about him. Even things she didn't know- things that seemed future related. It was odd.

Yet here she found herself, drink in hand, explaining her problems to a lost man at a bar. Through the end of her rant, the only thing he had to say was "Men are hard, but im sure you've herd it before..." at the line she shrugged and looked to her glass.

The swirling bourbon within held her reflection, but something eerier about it, was when she glanced to the man inside the glass. The reflection, although looking exactly like the man beside her, when looking closer she saw halo's crossing over his face, Golden beams of bended light.

When she looked back to the man, he was looking at her unamused. "You know, there is a saying out there, that you may find, useful..." the man said.

You can take all you want, but not who I am

"What is the saying..." Sarah asked cautiously, now alarmed from the mans reflection. She watched the man take a drink before smiling- almost sinisterly.

"The Darker the Weather, the Better the Man" he said. Sarah gave a odd look to him, not understanding, but it didn't take long for the man to elaborate. "Say something hardens the man your talking about. Something that will truly drive him cold. He may turn out better than you expected. After all, weaklings rarely survive war." The man said casually.

The line rang around inside Sarah's mind, what could make techno so cold, that he refused to go home. The man watched her, trying his best to hide the wicked smile he held.

But the darker the weather, the better the man

And then it hit her. Almost like sheer brilliance, it hit her dead on.

You can take all you want, but not who I am

The letters to you.

You can't have my-

When Wilbur was tasked with waking you up, it was easy to say he was always overjoyed. With techno being absent from your side, Wil always tried his best to make you smile. Sometimes even Tommy would tag along.

Of course, Tommy didn't understand the severity of the moment how heartbroken and lost you felt, but he could easily tell you were sad at the least. So he also tried to cheer you up.

Sun shines through an open window

So on days he woke you, he would often run into Technoblade room, your silhouette laying within the oversized bed. He often viewed it as misplaced for how lonely your body looked.

But that didn't ever stop him from pulling the curtains open, the light rarely shined brightly through the glass, but in the end it did allow more light within. Well Wilbur pulled the curtains, tommy would often bounce on your bed, doing his best to make you smile.

Close the curtains real slow to hide the light

Although you would hide your face and try to hide, tommy wouldn't stop his smiling and joyful laugh. Yet Wilbur would always watch how your eyes would linger to techno's side of the bed. Wilbur hadn't seen the letters between you and techno, but he always saw how they tore you up. Whatever he was saying was hurting you, and Wilbur despised it.

But in time, maybe I can change it

At the least Wilbur was thankful you had Orion beside you, he was able to calm most of your haywire nerves. Of course, Wilbur never liked how close he was to you. But, he understood it was a time where you just needed someone.

We'll find someone who feels the same as me

Wilbur saw how you tried to hide your pain, your long nights spent crying, the days you refused to eat, the way you refused to acknowledge techno's lost presence. It was obvious who you were not on good terms.

Wilbur couldn't help his curiosity, he knew it was wrong, yet he did it anyway. When you had left your office for bed Wilbur snuck in, it was the first time he was in Technoblade office alone. The sword you made held high on the wall, truthfully it was poetic.

On a plaque underneath it, was lettering inscribed "the Empress" like the embodied empress, the sword similarly hung alone. With care he slid into your chair, slowly pulling the letters out to read.

You broke me down and stole my soul

And oh was his pissed. For good reason, he saw why everyone was so upset with him.

Left me vacant and all alone

Out of everyone, Orion was the one to see you at your worst. Never had he assumed he would have been so close to someone that he would have gave everything to take your pain away. It left his blood boiling to see you hurt the way you were.

Months of being alone, feeling lost, unloved, unwelcomed. It truly left him with a burning hate. Orion knew he could treat you so much better, that he could take care and provide for you and your infant child.

Over the time techno was gone, he felt he was the only commander to truly hate his leader. Hate what he puts others through, he hated the sorrow he brought along.

But the darker the weather, the better the man

But nothing compared to the pure rage Orion felt when he herd what techno did to you. When you all rested at Foolish's summer home, you didn't lay with techno right off the bat, instead you explained what happened between techno and you.

And Orion was livid.

Techno had put his hands on you- had put his hands on your throat. Orion felt every bone in his body scream to get even. No one raises a hand to those they love, it was just a unspoken law. Orion would have taken to Technoblade as well, only thing holding him back was your tender soft words.

"Please don't- please Orion... let it stay between us..." you begged to him. Soft doe eyes pleading to the Enderian.

You can take all you want, but not who I am

Although it gnawed at Orion’s heart, he respected your call and left it lie. But that didn't stop what fallowed.

With the Enderian's blood flowing strong with rage, emotion, and the urge to defend, he couldn't help the way his eyes slit with the dragons hue, the blood curdling purple that drove fear into those around him.

You were far down the hall, everyone was asleep, it was a perfect time to let everything go.

You can't have my

And go he did..

He had never felt it, even though his blood ran with the Enderian's, he had never felt his anger hit the point of breaking.

The point that others forewarned him about. The point where his jaw would dislocate and his skin would tear open to allow the canines of a monster to show.

It wasn't a side he thought he had.

You can't have my

Yet when the thought laced through his mind again. The thought of techno putting his hands on you, he felt the pop, and the blinding rage that fallowed. Throwing the nearest object as he let the curdling scream out.

You can't have my soul

When techno undressed for the night, he couldn't explain the shame and hurt that he felt. He couldn't meet his own gaze within the mirror. He knew you were willing to bathe with him again. Lay for the night and try and wish it to be what it once was.

But he knew he Hurt you. He knew it wasn't his direct doing, but he was involved- he took it too far.

He could still see the nail marks from where you grabbed his face, he hoped it wasn't the same for your neck.

He didn't deserve you.

He knew it. The way he lashed and you too willing asked him to bathe with you like it was over. You taking his hands, his face his body into your hands, you were truly too wonderful. To amazing for him.

But the darker the weather, the better the man

When you stepped into the bathroom he saw your tired eyes, your arms firmly around Thena. He saw how attached you were to her. She was your world, she was the world techno wanted to live with.

Techno knew he had no right to ask to hold her, not after what he had done to his tiny family. Yet he couldn't help but want to feel you and her in his arms. He wanted to redeem himself and show you he was worthy enough to protect you both.

You can take all you want, but not who I am

After all he was still your husband and her father in the end, it was his job, his one thing he cannot mess up. He knew others were on the line. Others more important than a endless battalion, you were his wife, his life, the mother of his daughter.

You were his world.

But the darker the weather, the better the man

So from that day, he swore. Dare anyone lay a hand on his wife, and daughter. He would raise hell upon them.

He would never loose you too like he almost did.

You can take all you want, but not who I am

[faeroviolet]

IMPORTANT NOTE:

I'm not in the mood to do this with the original characters. That's why I'm doing this with their versions of my AU: MargeantAU. So each work won't be just a art, but a plot part. Although this ship is not canon.

Day 1: "There’s a first time for everything"[FNK week(MG edit)]

Credit: challenge by @help-im-a-gay-fish Nightmare by jokublog Ccino by black-nyanko Killer by rahafwabas MargeantAU by me

Fluffynightkiller is not a canon, but it's cute.

Once... I'll write a fanfic about how they met. It will be such angsty blood angst, and I have already thought out its plot uwu

And for today's prompt, I have not only art, but a story to it.

(I want to warn you that I am not responsible in any way for what is written below. So read, don't read, I don't care. There may also be some mistakes here, because I wrote this right now.)

This is the story of how Nightmare and Killer decided to have a picnic for the shitty Ccino, who hasn't slept for a whole week. They should have kicked his ass for treating himself so badly, but his health is already bad, so they decided to scold him later. Now it was important to help him get some rest, maybe even he would get some sleep.

Interesting, but this will be their first time together after entering a relationship. Despite the fact that Killer and Nightmare were already in a relationship between each other, this didn't interfere with them. They were both madly in love with Ccino, he sunk into their souls. However, this wasn't so surprising considering who he is. Although his abilities didn't affect this. It was just love. Delicate and strong. Able to make them do anything for a fragile miracle.

Now they were just passing near the hometown of their beloved. They decided to have a picnic in here because it would be difficult and suspicious to do near Sunapple. Having found a suitable field and a place near the tree(so that there was a shade if it gets hotter), they began to unfold. Nightmare, who carried a purple velvet carpet with yellow fringes all the way, laid it out here. And Killer, waiting for him to finish, then put the basket on it.

You ask: why a carpet? It's just that nothing else was found in the castle. And Nightmare didn't want to ask Dream to help in this.

"Do you think he will like the food?" Killer asked, sitting down next to the basket.

"Hmm... maybe he'll eat the cheese and ham sandwiches." Nightmare said thoughtfully, leaning his elbows on a tree trunk. "As for souls, I don’t know. He rarely talks about this, as well as about his preferences, trying to avoid difficult topics."

"And that's true. But... we took different variations." Killer nodded. "I hope Horror won't be offended that we robbed him like that."

"He won't dare." Nightmare said seriously. "I am your 'patron' and you have no right to contradict me. So if he is unhappy, he will not be able to do anything."

Without answering, Killer only directed his gaze towards the forest. They have already informed their loved one that they will come. And oddly enough, he agreed to a meeting. Therefore, all that remained was to wait.

They didn't wait long: a familiar face appeared from the trunk. Although the face was familiar, this face only wished for the best. The huge gray spots didn't adorn this skeleton much. But the guys didn't know how to make him stop torturing himself like that, but they could only help to heal. Even so.

They went to meet Ccino, who decided to please them with his smile. Although with "something" under his eye sockets, this smile could hardly please them. But Nightmare and Killer weren't angry, they just took him and led him to their picnic area. When he was just grabbed and dragged to the tree, Ccino became a little embarrassed and covered with a faint blush.

"Here, Cсino, we brought sandwiches and some fruit." Nightmare said, pointing to a basket containing said foods. "Only... we didn't know what kind of soul you wanted..."

"S-soul?!" He roused himself, displaying horror on his face. Ccino didn’t like it, even though he was also a demon, but he didn’t like to feed on souls. After that, he always feels bad. Well, as if he didn't use them either. Such a tangled loop constantly comes out. "I...I...I..."

Cсino began to breathe quickly and covered his face with his hands, hiding the tears flowing from his eye sockets. And Nightmare, very frightened, just froze in place like a statue, not knowing what to do. Just not that - to upset him. He didn't expect that this is such... a deep and painful topic for him.

However, there was still a way out in this situation. And Killer found him. While Nightmare stood like an idol, he walked a little further into a field where many flowers grew. He collected a couple of flowers and weaved three wonderful wreaths. Yes, he could do it, and there was nothing surprising in it. After all, he learned this from his mother, whom he loved very much.

When he returned, Killer tried to bring the guys to his senses. First, he lifted Ccino, who didn't resist at all, but still was not fine. He brought Night out of his stupor by patting him on the shoulder.

"Wear." In a commanding tone, Killer turned to his Lord, holding out a flower decoration.

"A-are you... kidding me?!" Such insolence pissed off Nightmare. Forgetting about what was happening, he was ready to commit a rash act, but...

"For Ccino's sake."

Only this made the Lord of Dark senses, startled, to stop raging. He turned his gaze to Ccino, who was nearby, and gritting his teeth agreed.

"Okay." He took a cute little wreath and decorated his skull with it, blushing like a tomato, and then, pouting, sat down on the carpet. Oh, it was even cutier than the wreath itself! Was Nightmare so embarrassed by such simple gifts, Killer thought. But now is not about that. Ccino should have been reassured.

"Ccino, look at Nightmare." Killer shook him and looked into almost empty eyes. Still, Ccino paid attention and looked in the direction in which he was indicated. "Isn't he handsome? Especially in this wreath! Do you want the same? Do you like flowers?"

"The w-wreath?" He quietly raised his voice. "I love flowers, collecting them, they're beautiful. And, unfortunately, I don't know how to weave wreaths, and-"

"O! Then I can teach you later. Now... would you mind sitting next to that glowing mean bean, and I will reward you with the most beautiful crown in the world?"

"Umm... O-okay." Ccino staggered a little to the indicated place and settled down next to another skeleton.

Killer jumped up to him like a bunny, and he was already holding a wreath prepared especially for Ccino. He put it on a cute skeleton that blushed very hard in the process. It was amusing.

Killer didn't deprive himself either. Now all three were in flowers. Together. They will have something to remember. But the main thing was that Ccino liked it.

Это история о том, как Найтмер и Киллер решили устроить пикник для чертова Чино, который не спал уже целую неделю. Им бы следовало надрать ему задницу за такое плохое отношение к себе, но его здоровье и так плохое, поэтому они решили отругать его позже. Сейчас было важно помочь ему немного отдохнуть, может даже он и поспит хоть чуть-чуть.

Интересно, но это будет их первое времяпровождение вместе после вступления в отношения. Несмотря на то, что Киллер и Найтмер и так были в отношениях между друг другом, это не мешало им. Они оба безумно любили Чино, он запал им в душу. Однако это было не так удивительно, учитывая, кем он является. Хотя его способности на это и не влияли. Это была просто любовь. Нежная и крепкая. Способная заставить их сделать все ради хрупкого чуда.

Сейчас они как раз проходили около родного города их возлюбленного. Они решили устроить пикник в здесь, потому что это было бы сложно и подозрительно делать возле Санапли. Найдя подходящую полянку и место возле дерева(чтобы был тенёк, если станет печь), они стали раскладываться. Найтмер, который всю дорогу нес фиолетовый бархатный ковер с желтой бахромой, разложил его здесь. А Киллер, ожидающий того, как тот закончит, потом положил на него корзинку.

Вы вот спросите: почему ковер? Просто в замке ничего более не нашлось. А просить Дрима в этом помочь Найтмер не желал.

- Как ты думаешь, а ему понравится еда? - спросил Киллер, усаживаясь рядом с корзиной.

- Хм... может сэндвичи с сыром и колбаcкой он съест - задумчиво проговорил Найтмер, облокотившись на ствол дерева. - А по поводу душ - не знаю. Он редко говорит об этом, как и о своих предпочтениях, пытаясь избежать тяжелых тем.

- И то верно. Но... мы же разные взяли - кивнул Киллер. - Надеюсь Хоррор не обидится, что мы его так обокрали.

- А он не посмеет - серьезно сказал Найтмер. - Я ваш "покровитель" и вы не имеете право перечить мне. Так что будь он недоволен - сделать ничего не сможет.

Не ответив, Киллер лишь направил свой взор в сторону леса. Они уже сообщили их любимому, что придут. И как ни странно, тот согласился на встречу. Поэтому оставалось лишь ждать.

Ждали они не долго: из ствола показалось знакомое личико. Хоть личико и было знакомым, но вид у этого личика желал лишь лучшего. Огромные такие серые следы не слишком украшали этого скелета. Но ребята не знали, как заставить того прекратить себя так истязать, но могли лишь помочь исцелиться. Хотя бы так.

Они пошли на встречу Чино, который решил их обрадовать своей улыбкой. Хотя с "кое-чем" под его глазницами эта улыбка вряд ли могла их обрадовать. Но Найтмер и Киллер не сердились, они просто взяли и повели его к их обустроенному для пикника месту. Когда того схватили просто так и потащили к дереву, Чино немного засмущался и покрылся слабым румянцем.

- Вот, Чино, мы принесли сэндвичи и некоторые фрукты - сказал Найтмер, указывая на корзинку, в которой хранятся указанные продукты. - Только... мы не знали, какие бы ты души хотел...

- Д-души?! - встрепенулся тот, отобразив на лице ужас. Чино не любил это, хоть он тоже был демоном, но он не любил питаться душами. Ему поcле этого всегда плохо. Как и если бы он не употреблял их. Постоянно выходит такая запутанная петля. - Я... я... я...

Чино начал часто дышать и закрывать лицо руками, скрывая выступающие из глазниц слезы. А Найтмер, сильно перепугавшись, лишь застыл на месте как статуя, не зная, что и делать. Только этого не хватало - расстроить его. Это он совсем не ожидал, что это настолько... глубокая и больная тема для него.

Однако все же нашелся выход в этой ситуации. И нашел его Киллер. Пока Найтмер стоял как истукан, тот отошел чуть дальше на полянку где росло множество цветов. Насобирал парочку и сплел три чудесных венка. Да, он это умел, и в этом не было ничего удивительного. Ведь научился этому он от своей мама, которую очень любил.

Вернувшись, Киллер попытался привести ребят в себя. Сначала он поднял Чино, который совсем не сопротивлялся, но все ещё был не в порядке. Вывел из ступора Найта, похлопав того по плечу.

- Надень - приказным тоном Киллер обратился к своему повелителю, протягивая цветочное украшение.

- Т-ты что... издеваешься?! - такая дерзость вывела Найтмера из себя. Забывшись о происходящим, он был готов совершить опрометчивый поступок, но...

- Ради Чино.

Только это заставило Повелителя темных чувств, вздрогнув, прекратить бесится. Он перевел взгляд на Чино, который находился рядом, и, скрепя зубами, согласился.

- Ладно - он взял миленький веночек и украсил им свой череп, краснея при этом, как помидорка, а потом, надувшись, сел на ковер. О, да это было даже милее, чем сам венок! Неужели Найтмера так смущали такие простые подарки, подумал Киллер. Но сейчас не об этом. Надо было успокоить Чино.

- Чино, смотри на Найтмера - Киллер потряс того и заглянул в почти что пустые глаза. Но все же Чино обратил внимание и посмотрел в ту сторону, в которую ему указали. - Правда он красивый? Особенно в этом венке! Хочешь такой же? Тебе нравятся цветы?

- В-венок? - тихо подал голос тот. - Я люблю цветы, собирать их, они красивые. А венки я не умею, к сожалению, плести, и-

- О! Тогда я могу тебя по-позже научить. А сейчас... ты не против сесть рядом с вон той светящейся букой, и я тебя награжу красивейшей на свете короной?

- Аамм... л-ладно - Чино немного шатающиеся поплелся в указанное место и расположился рядом с другим скелетом.

Киллер прискакал за ним, как зайчик, и уже держал приготовленный специально для Чино венок. Он надел это на милого скелета, который очень сильно заливался румянцем в процессе. Это забавляло.

Киллер не обделил и себя. Теперь все трое были в цветах. Вместе. У них будет, что вспомнить. Но главное, что Чино понравилось.

[pa-panda-heroes]

Hi! This is chest surgery anon! Im sorry I didn't see your character limit! So sorry! If your requests are open, could I have possibly Dabi, Shigaraki, and Toga? And as for the medical stuff anything is fine with me! You can go all out if ya want! Thank you so much and again so sorry!

Aww, sweetheart!! It’s okay!! I understand <3 a lot of people tend to miss character limits and a while back I didn’t have one, so i take no offense to it! ( ◠‿◠ )b I hope you’re recovering well still~

Dabi, Tomura, and Himiko helping out their s/o who has had chest surgery!

Dabi:

Oof. He understands the struggle of recuperation, hardcore. Because of his staples, stretching too much for Dabi is sometimes agonizing. And replacing the staples into torn skin? Hell itself.

So while he’s not that great at encouragement and would be a nurse with horrible bedside manners, he’d rather do things for you and leave it at that. Dabi can reach out for your phone or your drink, or help you wash your hair if that is a problem for you (he’ll get frisky if you’re well enough, though! He’s a greedy bastard at times).

A lot of his staples he can’t reach, so oftentimes you have to help with that. But now, it’s you that needs help, and he’s kinda relieved in an odd way. It makes him feel less weak, so he’s more than happy - though he won’t admit that - to help change your bandages and keep everything clean and drained out.

He’s a professional at being careful with stitches if there are any, because he has experience from his staples. Bandages, however, are a different story. He has to be really careful not to wrap them too tightly or too loosely, which is hard to do when it’s not your own body.

If you’re stuck with a drainage tube or more (or just regular seepage), he won’t be bothered much by it. After all, he has seen and smelled much worse with his own problems and there’s the burning people alive part. Almost nothing fazes this man.

One concept he doesn’t understand, though, is the whole “it will look worse before it looks better” part. Hold up - you just had surgery, doesn’t that mean it should be, ya know, healing? Why does it look like you got hit with a truck y/n are you dying what tHE FU-

Bruising happens sometimes, Dabi. It’s cool. Swelling means white blood cells are doing their part to repair damaged tissue, higher temperature just means increased blood flow. You have to look up several explanations on the internet before he finally gets it. You’d think he would have experience in this department!

Will 100% secretly whine about it all, though. He’s a massive cuddler behind closed doors, so with your stitches, limited movement, and the likely pain, he’s practically frothing at the mouth to fully cuddle and then some. He knows you can’t help it, though! So he pouts in total silence.

Tomura:

When you tell him you’re gonna need help during your recuperation, he’s totally fine with it. It can’t be that hard, he’ll say. Helping you get dressed? Nah, he’ll be fine. Can’t help cook? That’s fine, he’ll get take-out because he can’t cook for shit. But bandages? Oh.

He’ll be fine, he says. He can do it without looking away, he says. But when it comes to it, Tomura is gone. He’s lost. What the fuck is that? Is that a tube?! Why is it swollen?! Tape is nOT MEANT FOR HUMAN BODIES, Y/N-

You poor thing, you have to teach him how to help out. Removing bandages, cleaning everything with antisceptic, watch out for drainage and note down its color, don’t tug on the stitches, signs of infection - all of it. But at least he’s a good listener! He may not know why he’s doing it, but he knows what he’s doing now, at least.

Tomura won’t be totally clueless to everything. If you’re in pain, he’ll bring out painkillers and something to wash it down with before you can even ask. He’ll also ask if ice or a heating pad is okay. He’s a little clueless, but he’s got the spirit. He’s pretty observant, too.

Tomura will get plenty of pillows to put under your arms if you have to hold them a certain way, too. But they get in the way of his putting his head on your lap, so he’ll get all mopey and just use one of the pillows under your arms. Except he can’t get comfortable because it just isn’t the same, so he’ll constantly adjust his head.

His bedside manners won’t be great, he’ll be gruff when telling you to get better, but you know he means well because he won’t look you in the eye. And because he spoils you with treats like his life depends on it, even though that’s really not the kind of diet you need.

Entirely unfazed if you need help bathing. This, he knows how to do! Unlike Dabi, he won’t get any funny ideas and carries on as if he’s bathing himself. Tomura’s utterly silent most of the time, but it’s not difficult to sprout a whole conversation out of him. It’s really peaceful and serene, and he much prefers it over cleaning out any drainage...

Super gentle, sometimes too gentle. Tomura just worries about hurting you. If you share a bed, he will absolutely refuse to sleep in bed with you and instead opts for the floor next to you. He’s a very active sleeper and he’s afraid he’ll end up whacking you with an arm or something. But then, he has to be close to make sure you’re okay or if you need anything. Hence why he ends up on the floor next to you.

Himiko:

She’s creepily compliant when you ask her to help out during your recuperation. But poor Himiko has no idea what this entails for herself or you. She’s used to creating wounds on other people, not fixing or healing them.

Himiko is average height (for a Japanese woman), so reaching things won’t be a major issue unless you’re much taller and store things up high. ...she’s really good at climbing, though, but if memory serves her, you don’t like it when she does that!

Doesn’t mind blood, swelling, bruising - you name it. The sight, the smell, none of it bothers her at all! In fact, seeing you all banged up and bandaged makes her love you more! It’s like you’re all beaten up and bloodied, and she thrives off of it. She really kinda hates that you’re trying to heal and get better.

Of course, when there’s pain she doesn’t quite care much for that part. You’re not like yourself when you’re hurting so badly, she can tell, and it makes her really nervous and anxious. Himiko gets really quiet and mopey, and even more clingy than she already is.

She’s also pouty because she can’t hang off of you like a sloth off a branch. Himiko is too cuddly for her own good, so on a normal day she’s constantly all over you in any which way. It’s just in her nature. However, if you’re able to reverse the rolls, she’ll be much happier!

Really bad at bandaging. Really bad. She forgets to keep everything clean and what to use, she tends to be rough around the sutures, and she can’t get a bandage to keep in place to save her little butt. There’s tape everywhere when she’s done, and half of it won’t stick. How do people do this for a living?!

She’s not a great nurse. Not really. But she’s definitely a source of entertainment. Himiko talks to herself under her breath a lot, and sometimes she’ll say the funniest things when she’s confused about how to do something. Doesn’t matter if it’s her nurse-ly duties or be it cooking and getting clothes for you.

Himiko won’t really bother looking up medical jargon and what’s needed to help you in that department. It’s not that she doesn’t want you getting better. She just really enjoys having you rely on her even if for a short while! It’s more time you get together after all, and she’s super clingy.

[bigmeandragonlady]

you get my thoughts right away this time! :) kick it off with what you can get if you win no fights at all, and i had to try to strike a balance between nicer then street clothes but not too nice. not many accessories, if any.

The pale-green short dress:

the green dress is... a dress i have in my closet in a different color. (you'll probably notice the shading is much more simple, i was planning to do that with everything b/c it takes way less time but uhh i got carried away immediately)

The dark purple vest and white blouse with ruffled sleeves:

i may have gone overboard with the ruffles but i don't regret anything.

The dark red tunic and trim trousers:

i feel like the red tunic was mean to be more... fancy? formal? i wanted to lean into the cleaned up fighter aspect with bronze and leather. didn't draw the pants b/c leave me alone.

The black military coat with a blood-red pocket square:

I know it's just supposed to be a pocket square but i wanted more red, i almost gave it red gloves too. red and gold, pressed corners

The long, white, flowing gown with a plunging neckline and a slit up the leg:

I really wanted this to have long sleeves for some reason. I think it has to do with it being described as cold on the way into Heth Macoll? anyway- Red gems, white/silver jewlery

The gold, stately robe with wide, trailing, elegant sleeves:

I ended up changing this last minute, the first version will be below, if i do anymore robes i want to explore versions that arent this so i went with it this time. Gold cuffs with red accents. also, turns out i like painting gold.... i got so into the zone, i had painted the whole sash before i realized i was on my sketch layer. which is why the lines are so dark on this guy.

The gorgeous ballroom dress in silvery-blue and off-the-shoulder sleeves, with pink blossoms at the bodice:

The skirt was inspired by the 2015 cinderella dress, not as big obv, but sparkly and voluminous. Neckline gave me a bit of trouble but im a sucker for a nice sweetheart. The petals extend onto some of the bottom hemline- like they're falling and gathering there- i would also add some more actual flowers along the waistline. Silver jewellery, maybe some more little pink flowers/petals.

The sharp and fashionable dark blue suit with elegant embellishments along the trim:

i'm still surprised this guy is here and i didn't bin the whole thing- the amount of time it took for me to get this right? embarrassing. Any accessories are silver

The flowing summer vestments in pale sage and yellow with blooming roses along the hem:

the nice thing about vestments is that they're simple shapes and don't adhere to the body. the bad thing about vestments is that they're pretty much rectangles and thus boring to for me to paint. they rely really heavily on patterns and layering to be more then blank cloth, I'm not great at these things. And I doubt I'll do more vestments in the future.

anyway, i really drew a blank of what to put on the yellow panel but a beautifully embroidered pattern is what i would put there if i was better at patterns. 'sage' is a fun prompt b/c there is a color called sage but there is also the sage herb: kind of frosty in the light with varying shades of green, looks soft.

The cloudy pink imperial robes with a lovely flowing train:

'how many times did you redraw the top?' shut up q.q

i ended up not wanting something too heavy, even if 'imperial' indicates royalty and heavy fabrics. instead i interpreted cloud as part of the design with a light gradient, soft edges, and a gauze-like shawl/coat that probably has a cloudscape embroidered on it. light and delicate accessories.

other versions:

there are actually 4 versions of that green dress! the neon green one was my initial idea, and despite the other options i can't get it out of my head. my favorite thing to do with it is imagine the mc fighting jarkarth in it :)

thought that version of the military jacket was too 'fashiony' when there are all these other options. between this and the other white gown i cut out the faux sleeves completely, they're not what i wanted in a cold, dusty environment.

now i do like this version of the elrond robe but it was a direct rip of a robe from lord of the rings b/c im still new to robes. if i do any robes with the lockwood set they will probably be in this style.

I'll take a look at the outfitter's selection.

(my interpretation of the clothes you can buy at Heth Macoll!)