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trying to reach the specific demographic of lbc fans who also play hsr and have no storage
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qixi lars | what comes the morning after
The morning after their reunion, Lars wakes up beside his beloved empress. Naturally, he takes the opportunity to admire her before waking her up.
1.1k, post-qixi card story, domestic + possibly toothrotting fluff, reader is mc, series: none
FOR ONCE, IT IS NOT a dream when Lars wakes to the sight of his beloved. And if the warmth of your skin should not be enough to persuade him of such a thing, then his aching arm—burdened with the most important task of all—should suffice instead.
You are, at once, exactly as he imagined you and a fantasy beyond his wildest dreams. The length of your hair falls further than it used to, and there is a scar on the palm of your hand where there was nothing. But the lovely smile you shared with him last night remains the same as ever.
He shifts onto his side, careful to leave the sleeping beauty on his arm undisturbed. His other hand reaches out and carefully brushes through your unkempt bangs, leaving them to lay flat against your forehead.
It is tempting—to poke your forehead as he used to, back on your boat when his world seemed to limit itself to you. But, instead, his hand travels to your cheek, knuckles gently carressing your soft skin.
If yesterday is a day of firsts—the first time he saw you again, the first time he held you again, and the first time you uttered those three words, which, for the longest time, he heard only from the ghost that haunted him—then today, as well, should hold that distinction.
For today is the first day of the rest of their lives as emperor and empress—
And the first time he can appreciate your slumbering visage outside of his nightmares.
The slight furrow of your brows. The faint smile playing on your lips. The way your nose lightly puffs up with every breath you take. And the shadow cast under your eyes by your thick lashes, short though they may be—shorter than his, supposedly.
You measured them both out last night. He sat obediently with his eyes closed, the taste of your lips lingering on his tongue. As the seconds passed by, you grew increasingly miffed. Though you could grasp his lashes, such a fact did not seem to aid you in proving your point.
(You once heard a woman you'd befriended complain that her husband's eyelashes were long and beautiful, and his skin required virtually none of the upkeep hers did. She said she was sometimes jealous that he was more beautiful than she was—but mostly, it was the fact that everyone else knew to appreciate his beauty that drove her.
Somehow, when a brief awkwardness descended after that first kiss, that was the first thought your mind offered you.)
When he opened his eyes, you were as close as you had been at the start of it all. Close enough to hold, closer still to kiss. His lips had flattened; his smile, behind which he was attempting to smother his laughter, deepened.
Amusement glinted in his blue eyes—as it does now, in the present—and he asked:
"So, have you found your proof yet?"
The word no never left your lips. With the way a scowl crept up onto your face, it wasn't necessary. That was when he laughed, and his shoulders felt so light. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way—but he figured it must've before that fateful night, when they hadn't even said goodbye.
Before his smile could fade, ever so slight, you were already holding his face. And with that came another kiss—this time, from you to him.
Spurred by the memory, Lars leans down and kisses your forehead. Your eyes are still closed, but your hand manages to capture his own. Your once faint smile has grown uncontrollably, its soft edges cutting into your flushed cheeks.
"Good morning, my empress," he whispers softly into your ear, and watches you bite your lip.
(The truth is, you've been awake for a while now.
Or, perhaps, it's more accurate to say that you never slept at all. How Lars managed to fall asleep with the many thoughts that must've been running through his head is a question for the ages.
But if you'd been sleepy at all, then his little stunt certainly woke you up.)
It's only when he pulls away that you deign to crack one eye open. Squeezing his hand gently, you bury your head into his chest with a groan, any thoughts of waking up seemingly forgotten. He chuckles warmly and squeezes your hand in return.
Outside, the sun has already risen. Gentle winds carry birdsong to every corner of the empire as his stomach—and, undoubtedly, your as well—reminds him of its hunger.
In the previous days, Lars would've already been up by now, a quill in hand while he poured over documents in his office. Even in the short time he lived with you, he was always waking up first. You hadn't been joking when you appointed him as your personal chef, after all.
And even if you had been, Lars finds your smile—and your snack stash—to have been payment worthy of an emperor playing fisherman. There are few things a man wouldn't do a for beautiful woman he was beginning to fall in love with.
So, with great reluctance towards disturbing your peaceful countenance, he attempts to wake you up in the only foolproof way he knows how.
"How does some grilled fish sound for breakfast?" Lars asks.
You pull away, lifting your head off his arm just enough that he could easily slip it away. Propping himself up by his elbow, he watches you quietly contemplate your options. Eventually, you sit up, legs folded and bent to the side.
(You would never turn down food when it's offered to you.
And you would certainly never turn down food made for you by the man you love—who also happens to have proved his skills in the kitchen. Naturally, there's only one choice you can make.)
"Good—" A yawn breaks up your words; you cover your mouth with your other hand. "—morning. Fish sounds good."
And his hand remains still in your grasp. Only that, instead of clutching it against your cheek, you have it resting atop your calf. He can't help but think back to the days when even something as simple and domestic as this seemed to be out of reach—that is to say, up until last night.
"Some grilled fish worthy of an empress, coming right up."
Intertwining their fingers together, Lars smiles softly. You don't fight him when he draws your hand closer—and for his efforts in kissing the back of your hand, you reward him with flushed cheeks and a distracted smile.
(It truly is unfair how beautiful he is, you think, and it is perhaps the only part of your thoughts that happens to be coherent. The rest of it comes in the form of visions—of things one would normally expect to happen the night before.
It's hardly the first time you've thought such things, but it is most certainly the first time it's happened in front of the man himself. You suspect this won't be last time either.)
— happy birthday to @sparklesfromtheashes!!
#fics by aya#lovebrush chronicles#lovebrush chronicles x reader#for all time#for all time x reader#lars rorschach#lars rorschach x reader#lovebrush lars#lovebrush lars x reader#lbc lars#lbc lars x reader#rambles from here on ->#you know i miss parentheses in fics they're fun#cant remember the last time i used them tho lol#also this means im three away from a set of five qixi 1 fics#anyways lars is stupidly beautiful and i hope you have a fun birthday alex
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FAT Boys Differences Colorized
Someone in the For all time/Lovebrush Chronicles facebook group said they look like the same guy in different fonts lol its not that srs but its just so fun analyzing characger design
Transcript if u don’t wanna erm. Look at all. That. Its basically the same stuff as in pic tho more utc
ALKAID AND LARS
Hair
- Hair is blatantly different colors although based in a similar color (Alkaids slightly closer to strawberry blonde)
- Lars hair is upturned and fairly wavy/curly; although messy its clearly intentional
- Alkaid hair goes straight down and is just messy (not curly/wavy) though fairly thick
- Lars hair only goes down 3/4 his neck and Alkaid hair goes down to around his collarbones
- Although Lars has a similar bang style to Clarence his is shorter, fuller and more curled
- Although Alkaid has a similar bang style to Ayn his is more full and messier
Eyes
- Alkaid has a softer curved eye shape and his eyes seem to be a bit larger
- Lars has a more dramatic curve with smaller eyes though it’s difficult to tell considering he is smiling
Nose
- Alkaid has a flatter and the smallest nose
- Lars appears to have a more curved nose (he has that bump nose shape idgaf what anyone say its so prety)
Face
- Lars has higher cheekbones than Alkaid
Lips (Note: Its hard to tell from the image alone but you can see the contours of their lips in the high quality sprite images which ill include below not sure if it will be visible thou)
- Alkaid has plumpest roundest lips
- Lars has a more defined cupid’s bow and lips are not as round as Alkaid’s
CLARENCE AND AYN
Hair
- Very similar upon first glance but based in completely different colors (blue and red respectively)
- Clarence hair flows downward like Ayn but is fluffy messy and thin
- Ayn hair flows down but is neater and obviously thicker
- Ayn has more downturned eyebrows (angry brows)
- Clarence eyebrows are softer although a bit downturned
- Clarence hair goes down 2/4 his neck
- Ayn hair goes down only 1/4 his neck
Eyes
- Ayn has short round eyes with shorter and fullest eyelashes as well as a more dramatic shift in eye curve
- Clarence has long slim eyes with sharper neater eyelashes and a pretty soft curve in eye shape
Nose
- Clarence has a more pointy/curved nose
- Ayn’s nose goes pretty much straight down
Face
- Clarence has a less dramatic shift from cheekbone to chin
- Ayn has a more dramatic shift from cheekbone to chin
- Clarence has a sharper stronger jawline
- Ayn has a softer curved jawline
Lips
- Clarence has the most defined cupids bow
- Ayn has almost no cupid’s bow (May be more visible on another sprite like smiling or sth??)
- Clarence has slightly fuller lips than Ayn
- Ayn has the thinnest lips
CLARENCE AND LARS
- Although they have similar bang styles, Lars bangs are shorter and more curled
AYN AND ALKAID
- Although similar bang styles, Alkaid’s appears more full and is messier
CAEL
One of these things is not like the others (its him) (he thinks hes on the team)
Just stating the obvious
- Clarence has a mole and glasses
- Lars has ear piercings
- They have very different fashion senses
- Their personalities and, in turn, their expressions/behavior are very different
- All have different eye colors or at least different shades (It doesn’t look it but Alkaid’s eyes are green and Lars eyes are more teal than Clarence’s who dons a pure blue)
#for all time#FAT#lovebrush chronicles#lbchronicles#lbc#lbc clarence#lbc ayn#lbc alkaid#lbc lars#lbc cael#ai yin#ye xuan#si lan#luo xia#luchen#why am i awake#its too early to be doing this aaaa#character design#character design analysis
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Lovebrush Chronicles (For All Time) Incorrect Text Posts Part 4
#lovebrush chronicles#netease#lovebrush clarence#lovebrush cael#lovebrush ayn#lovebrush alkaid#lovebrush lars#lbc#lbc memes#lbc lars#lbc alkaid#lbc ayn#lbc cael#otome romance#english otome#otome game#otome#visual novel#good shit
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Eden Smol Babies ❤️
Look at my precious bb Falcon
#clarence clayden#ayn alwyn#cael anselm#alkaid mcgrath#lars rorschach#lbc clarence#lbc ayn#lbc cael#lbc alkaid#lbc lars#lovebrush chronicles#for all time#for all time clarence#for all time ayn#for all time cael#for all time alkaid#for all time lars
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I want this as a mural in my room 🥺❤️
#for all time otome#for all time#for all time alkaid#for all time lars#lovebrush chronicles#lovebrush chronicles alkaid#lovebrush chronicles lars#lbc alkaid#lbc lars#lbc
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How the LBC Male Leads Would Be Like if They Were Drunk
Drunk Alkaid:
Alkaid can be emotional so it would be best if he didn’t drink alcohol at all, but he would most likely be much more honest about his feelings for MC if he was drunk perhaps. He is not the type to drink alcohol and he might have low tolerance and get flushed in the face, speaking cutesy gibberish and exclaiming how beautiful MC is compared to all the of stars in the night sky. Maybe Alkaid would be on a drunken rant or accidentally try to drunk text his cat Sparkles instead of MC.
Drunk Clarence:
Clarence most likely wouldn’t drink at all, but there would be alcohol served at fancy dinner parties after work with other lawyers or businessmen. He would have to attend those work functions and make business connections. Clarence would perhaps drink the very minimum just to be polite, but he is the perfect example of self-control. In fact, he would be the designated driver at parties if needed or be the one most likely to send any drunken people safely home in taxi cabs or uber pickups.
Drunk Ayn:
It’s hard to imagine drunk Ayn, but Ayn and alcohol would most definitely make a deadly combination because it would increase his appeal even more. He drinks cola and I’m not even sure if he drinks water often enough. However, Ayn might have good tolerance and actually handle his alcohol quite well. 9 out of 10 times, Ayn would not drink alcohol at all unless if it really is for special occasions like weddings, anniversaries, birthdays, and such if he wants to celebrate with some champagne.
Drunk Lars:
He is known to enjoy the occasional celebratory glass of wine (He is a wine connoisseur.) or maybe even cognac at dinners with close friends or business associates. Lars knows how to enjoy wines within reason and he is aware of his tolerance level. He wouldn’t drink to get hungover and he would still remain professional in his behavior. Like Clarence, Lars would drink to be courteous or polite with others in social events. If Lars did get drunk, he would be even funnier if he tried drunk texting Clarence some emojis in some undecipherable gibberish message.
Drunk Cael:
No way that would happen. He is a teacher/professor and he cares about his professional image around others. Maybe drunk Cael would just be more affectionate with MC and perhaps more honest too. He would probably tease Beanie with new cat toys while being drunk and laughing or do something silly and forget about it the next day.
#lbc alkaid#lbc ayn#lbc clarence#lbchronicles#lbc#lovebrush ayn#ayn alwyn#lovebrush alkaid#lovebrush cael#lovebrush clarence#lovebrush chronicles#alkaid mcgrath#clarence clayden#lbc lars#lars rorschach#lbc hcs#lbc headcanons#cael anselm#lovebrush chronicles hcs#lovebrush chronicles headcanons#lbc cael
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I think I messed up this one, but I'm just too worn out to make a proper one. My apology, Lars (´-ω-)人
I'm lucky to find out LBC almost a year ago and my love for this cute blonde still hasn't faded one bit.
Not an avid fan of long-haired men, but I certainly love mermaid Lars. Maybe he's really one, luring me in with his charm and his sweet voice.
I would promise to love him, to seek the treasures underneath the water surface together.
I would willingly let him pull me in the water. If he would adore my corpse as much as I admired his soul. Then I wouldn't regret it, leaving behind this mortal life.
We would explore the depth of the ocean hand in hand when the last sign of life had left my body, when the flesh was being carved away by the merciless stream. His eyes would gleam with curiousity and joy for the both of us, as they had always been, those beautiful aquamarine gems.
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Sounds like something for Halloween σ(≧ω≦*)
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Any suggestions on which lbc boy suits which blushing face? :DD
Facial expressions by @/deeppink-man
#lovebrush chronicles#lbc#for all time#lars rorschach#alkaid mcgrath#ayn alwyn#clarence clayden#cael anselm#lbc lars#lbc alkaid#lbc ayn#lbc clarence#lbc cael
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Lars’s first masterpiece
#He’s 27 years old#Bless he’s trying his very best!#I would frame this if I could#He drew a lion#lars rorschach#lovebrush chronicles#lovebrush lars#lbc lars#lbc#he so silly and cute#Good job sir
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Sharing an Alkaid artwork as part of a video I'm working on!
...and I tacked on some older Ross content doodle thing I made when I was talking to @mello-bee (we have a Ross propaganda basement)
This marks the first time I've ever really rendered clothes in this art style, Lovebrush is doing things to me
#lovebrush chronicles#fanart#lbc#lovebrush alkaid#lovebrush lars#lovebrush clarence#alkaid mcgrath#lars rorschach#clarence clayden#Clarence x Lars#digital art#art#lbc clarence#lbc lars#lbc alkaid#lbchronicles#To all the ayn and cael likers#I'll get to you soon#I just have a lot of fun drawing these dudes#I can't believe a video game about art is encouraging me to make more art
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oh hey, it's all of my favorite characters! I wonder what they're all preparing for!
oh wait, I already know! it's my birthday!
#im 18 now!!#lovebrush chronicles#twst#genshin impact#hsr#obey me swd#genshin kaveh#kaveh#scaramouche#genshin wanderer#wanderer#lovebrush ayn#lbc ayn#ayn alwyn#lovebrush lars#lbc lars#lars rorschach#boothill honkai star rail#boothill fanart#hsr boothill#boothill hsr#boothill#aventurine#aventurine fanart#hsr aventurine#twst malleus#malleus draconia#obm leviathan#obey me leviathan#artists on tumblr
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modern lars | i. beachside memories
Name: Blobby Gender: Male Nature: Bold Evolutionary Line: Sandygast -> Palossand Lars' first pokemon. They met on the beach while Lars was vacationing with his family as a child. Very possessive of his trainer, but also just as easy to manipulate.
3.1k, pokemon au + fluff, modern lars, reader is mc, series: n/a
DEX ENTRY [ULTRA SUN]: It likes the shovel on its head, so Sandygast will get serious and fight any children who come to take it back.
In all his brief time, Sandygast has yet to come across a sandcastle he adores as much as the ones made by a boy named Lars.
Every day, Lars comes early in the morning—alone, unlike some of the other children who give sandcastle making a try. It's a habit that started a few days ago, when he first arrived at the beach Sandygast calls home.
In his hand was a plastic pail, within which he kept the shovel he used to make the first of his marvelous constructs. It's the same set he's using right now, a beauty to behold, especially after Sandygast learned to ignore their garish flaws. And oh, there are so many.
Like the cartoonish pikachu patterns printed all over. What does a pikachu have to do with sandcastles? And the color.
Sandygast shudders at the thought.
They're a light blue, not unlike the color of Lars' eyes, that looks too much like the force of nature that can seize his hard work away in an instant. Sandygast's spent far too much of his free time attempting to find a better analogy, one that won't have him running for the hills when he observes his new favorite human.
And that, in itself, is such a far cry from his initial reaction that he, the ghost type pokemon, can't help but wonder what sort of enchantments the boy has at his disposal.
Because, back then, he hadn't bothered to learn the boy's name.
Lars was simply just another tourist who would make a mess and then leave. That was how these things worked, after all. And really, how was Sandygast—with his aspirations to become the most beautiful Palossand in existence—to know that the boy was actually the only human worthy of crafting his castle?
This, however, leaves him with a problem.
After all, Lars won't be sticking around forever.
But for whatever reason, children often fear him and he suspects Lars might prove to be no different. He supposes the reputation his brethren have cultivated might play a role in that—but Sandygast is a perfectly nice pokemon, entirely uninterested in run of the mill corpses.
Now, no matter how unlikely it is, if they happened to be in possession of high quality ones—
Which, of course, is irrelevant to the situation at hand.
With a sigh, he peers at the boy in question from his hiding spot among the sands. Lars is seemingly oblivious to Sandygast's presence, too engrossed in reinforcing the western wing of his magnificent castle. There's a determined gleam in his eyes, the kind that makes every bit of sand in Sandygast's body shake in joy.
At some point, as the work at hand grows more delicate and detailed, his tongue sticks out slightly. When his hair begins to interfere with his vision, he drops his shovel temporarily and brushes his hair back. It does not do him much good—he seems to be missing his usual headband, so he is simply stuck repeating the action.
A half-baked plan begins to form in Sandygast's head.
The shovel currently on its head is special only because it is the only one he's ever known. Frankly, he's not too attached though. He'd picked it up because it was the closest one but he's always planned on leaving it for something better.
And Lars' shovel?
Despite how terrible it looks, he's certain he'll never find anything better than that.
So, the next time the boy turns his gaze to the latest prototype for Sandygast's castle, the pokemon sans his shovel quietly creeps up behind him. His bucket, the gaudy thing it is, is left unattended with some leftover sand—there might be no other place as good as this to hide in!
Sandygast can only vibrate in excitement.
And then—
Lars places the shovel inside the pail, its blade appropriately digging into the pokemon's body. Sandygast wastes no time in claiming it for himself. And then, all that's left to do is wait, however boring an ordeal it is.
He's unfortunately on the shorter side, owing to the lack of good architects coming his way. The ability to watch the boy from this angle is simply out of reach. That's why he's resolved to ask for the biggest sandcastle possible.
Then, when he finally runs into the others, it'll be his turn to laugh. Snickering at the thought, he can only imagine the looks on their faces.
Thankfully, Lars doesn't notice.
Instead, his pale hand reaches for the handle. After a few attempts, each pull carrying more frustration than the last, he finally decides to look inside the bucket. Sandygast, naturally, takes that as his cue and allows the boy to pick him up.
"Huh?" Blue eyes—like the sky, he decides—blink confusedly at him. Uncaring of Sandygast's reputation, Lars pulls the pokemon closer, his scrunched nose a clear indicator of the amount of thoughts running through his head at the moment. "A pokemon? What are you doing here?"
Sandygast wiggles, his eyes lighting up at the boy's casual response. Well, casual relative to the horror stories he's heard, of little boys and girls running away, screaming as though they're about to be eaten. Which they usually are—he has to commend them for their instincts.
The pokemon shakes off the thought just in time to hear the boy ask, "Can you let go of my shovel? ...um, Blobby?"
Blobby?
Glaring indignantly, Sandygast—not Blobby—shakes his body. The nerve to bestow such a mediocre name upon him! Clearly, the boy's talents stop only at castle-making. He'll have to find a way to avoid his current fate, somehow.
Perhaps one of the boy's parents will have a better sense for these things.
"No?" Lars tilts his head, then looks around.
He'd picked a suitably quiet spot, so there are fewer people around. That should shorten the time on his search, whatever it's for, but instead, he aborts his mission halfway through with a sigh.
"Do you have a name then?"
Sandygast pauses his protests. Well, the answer is no. But—
"Well, for now, I'll call you Blobby," the boy decides. Sandygast can only bite back a sob. "So, could you please let go? I need to finish making this castle."
The pokemon shakes his body again and thinks. He's already taken the shovel hostage. Now, to explain his motives...
His eyes narrow at the thought. Wait, why is he meant to explain his master plan? Surely, the boy's already realized what he wants. There isn't a human child out there who doesn't know of the dangers of his evolutionary line.
Upon scrutinizing the boy's awkward expression, he realizes his previous assumption was incorrect. There is a human child unaware of the dangers of encountering sandygasts and palossands.
Now he's even more grateful for his diligence in fending off his competitors! What would this boy do without him? Lars is lucky he believes in open dialogue!
Wait—why shouldn't he just possess him?
Sandygast looks at the boy, then at the sandcastle behind him. The people nearby haven't noticed Lars' mistake in grabbing his new handle; even if they did warn him, by then, it would be too late.
But, he glares at the boy, he won't bring me along then.
No castle will ever be too big for him. He's a greedy ghost, after all—perhaps he'd been that way when he'd been alive too. And one does not simply get over the best castlemaker to ever exist!
Annoyed, he jerks his head towards Lars' sandcastle. The boy seems to get his point only when he points at the shovel stuck in his head.
"You want the castle?" Lars scrunches his nose. The creases in his forehead grow more pronounced when Sandygast shakes his head. "You...like the castle? But you don't want it? Hm...do you want to be the castle?"
Sandygast nods delightedly.
"I wonder what kind of pokemon you are..." The boy frowns. His normally bright eyes seem to darken for a moment as he grumbles something inaudible to himself. "Here's the thing: I can't make one for you today. But...I really do want to finish this one first. If I make one for you tomorrow, will you give my shovel back to me?"
Considering the question for a moment, Sandygast remembers the shovel he'd recently abandoned. He shakes himself free from the boy's grasp and flees in search of it, to sound of Lars' startled shouts. And when he comes back, the boy is still there, looking rather upset.
As he presents the older shovel to him, Lars finally looks at him.
"Is my shovel really that special?" he asks, tilting his head. "Or...is it special because it's mine?"
Oh, what a smart boy. Sandygast was beginning to lose faith in his non-castlemaking abilities.
If not for the language barrier, the pokemon would gladly elaborate further on just how special he is. He settles for vigorously nodding and stops only when a shy smile crosses the boy's lips. Lars laughs, combing through his bangs.
"I think this is the first time someone's said that about me, and not my family," he says, a tentative look on his face. "Do you want to help with this one, Blobby?"
Sandygast narrows his eyes at the boy. He can only hope his expression relays his message—Not. Blobby.
Still, when faced with such a pitiable expression, even he can't help but crumble. With a full body sigh, he scoots closer to the boy and patiently waits for his instructions. Lars' vision is truly something to behold; the rest of the day goes by in a blur of laughter and easy companionship.
And when it's time for him to leave for the day, the boy asks, "Would you like to be my friend, Blobby?"
Sandygast—still resistant to the name, though it's beginning to grow on him—has only one response for that.
He jumps into Lars' arms.
Lars' notes on the memory: That was my shovel first. Thief! Oh, but my family was pretty frightened when I came home with Blobby. It took a while to convince them I wasn't possessed!
DEX ENTRY [SUN]: Possessed people controlled by this Pokémon transformed its sand mound into a castle. As it evolved, its power to curse grew ever stronger.
Blobby glares at the magnificent castle in front of him—built, of course, by his Lars—before him, uncaring of the way the little boy his trainer had inexplicably decided to watch over flinches at his seething fury.
What similarities are there even? He distinctly recalls that boy, whatever his name is, mentioning something about fake blonds to Lars, giving himself away as one of them. Really, the blond hair is one of Lars' most defining features!
Long debates about the matter with the rest of the team had led to the undeniable agreement that his golden hair evoked the image of the shining sun, and what was Lars but a shining ray of light?
Well, technically, they had narrowed it down to a few things, some less flattering than others, but the boy didn't have any of those things either!
...Although—
No, the pokemon shakes his head vigorously. Lars had been cuter, even with his apparent lack of survival skills. Blobby spent years trying to rectify that part, though his trainer's natural curiosity for the world never particularly left him.
Now, you, on the other hand...
His mouth twists into a bitter smile. Naturally, one cannot simply replace the sun—you can only get as close as your wingless body allows. Like that man, Icarus, with his infinite stupidity, but smarter. But the distance between is infinitely shorter than anyone Lars has ever been surrounded by.
Other than Blobby, of course.
That part is implied rather obviously, considering Lars chose him. The same as you, even despite the certain glaring flaws to your name—
His gaze flits to the mediocre castle beside Lars', different from the masses only in the way humans tend to be, shaped by nature and circumstance. It could be much worse, but he's decided to be charitable to the girl who makes the sun shine brighter.
At least you cared enough to ask about his foul mood, though it only infuriated him further.
Huffing, Blobby turns his glare back to the root of the problem, seemingly oblivious to the amends he must make for his betrayal. It's not enough to knock Lars off his throne, but it's tempting.
What was it he'd said? Blobby'll "come around"?
His glare intensifies. The sun, the real one in the sky, slowly shifts to the west, readying itself for its nightly descent. You and Lars occasionally converse in whispers, sometimes half-audible even to him. They almost exclusively take the form of playful flirting, as if the only thing to occupy the space in their maybe empty heads is each other.
And the nameless boy from earlier left in a terrible mood some time ago, with an annoyed young man with gray hair who seemed keen on lecturing him.
Blobby, however, stays in the same spot, the cheerful cries of his teammates only emphasizing his dour mood. Some help out with their trainer's quest, while others play with a beach ball. Only one, the sole non-electric and ground type amongst them, dares to brave the ocean, though the flamigo remains in shallow waters.
Lars—undoubtedly due to the others' childish complaints—doesn't like it when he throws sand at them. Otherwise, that would most certainly be his next course of action. That'd shut them up.
You're lucky, he thinks venomously at the electabuzz cheerfully helping you add some finishing touches to your sandcastle. Noticing his glare, she waves at him obliviously.
Somehow, he resists the urge to scream.
Even when you turn around, gaze softened by pity and concern, the only thing Blobby offers is an expression full of displeasure. To him, it doesn't matter if you try to conv—huh?
You turn away, returning to your tragic sandcastle. He can only gape at your back, spluttering indignantly at the sheer nerve. Really, the sheer audacity—don't you know you're supposed to come and comfort him if you acknowledge him at all?
Even the traitor made a token effort to talk to him!
Were you not forwarded the script beforehand? Someone from the team should've coached you at least! He's supposed to rebuff you, not the other way around. It's just the way the world works.
Eventually, after growing tired of twiddling his non-existent thumbs over your nonaction, Blobby waddles over to the oblivious couple whispering to each other. Surely, they'll get the hint, right?
"Oh, there you are," Lars says cheerfully, looking over his (shaking? Is he laughing?) shoulder. He glances briefly at you, his blue eyes widening with a strange emotion, before he looks back at Blobby. "Did you have fun today?"
The pokemon narrows his eyes at him. It doesn't affect his trainer's smile at all—Blobby's beginning to think he finds it funny.
Oh, how he misses the days when Lars was younger. He wouldn't make fun of his first friend like this. Then again, he wouldn't be hanging around another human so happily either.
A dilemma, certainly.
Blobby frowns.
"You're just in time. Look," His trainer points at his own castle. As he scratches his cheek, he has a troubled look on his face. "Don't you think this castle's missing something? She says it's perfect."
You don't retract your statement. Instead, you laugh—surprisingly, it's a pleasant noise. Blobby nods in approval. It's simply common sense that everything Lars makes is perfect.
Still, he can spot some room for improvement.
Blobby wastes no time going through the list. And Lars, as always, picks and chooses what he wants to listen to. What that means is that their squabbling takes up more time than the actual renovations to the castle.
"Well, I certainly learned a lot," you say once they finish, leaning back.
Lars gives you an apologetic look, but you wave off his apologies before he can even start. Smart girl. If you made him feel bad for enjoying himself, Blobby would throw sand at you, consequences be damned.
You don't really seem like the type, all things considered, but one can never be too sure, after all.
"Oh, but..." You trail off worriedly and chew at your bottom lip. There's something funny about your tone, but he can't quite pin it down. "My castle's looking a bit plain too. Do you have any critiques, Professor Blobby?"
He can't but perk up at the title. Professor? They're usually held in high esteem, aren't they? Like that one fellow, the one who Lars occasionally runs into, with the long silver hair and carefully pressed three piece suit. You know him too, though, for some reason, you're usually not very eager to talk about him.
A rather strange thing, considering most people who run into him can only do the opposite.
Oh, but Blobby would make a great professor—one that's not at all like those terrors that Lars would complain about during his university days. Plus, your castle could definitely use a lot of work. His expression is bright as he nods.
"Really?" You clap your hands delightedly. "I can't thank you enough."
Blobby pulls himself up to his full height at your words, feeling pleased. His earlier bad mood seems to have vanished entirely, leaving not even a white fluffy cloud in sight—only clear skies. He waddles over to your side, vaguely aware of Lars' muffled laughter, and begins the first of his lessons.
As a testament to his teaching skills, you come back again the next morning too.
Lars' notes on the memory: Blobby's always taken a bit of time to warm up to people—but he seemed to really like you from the start. I thought it'd be fine for us to do this, all things considered. Hmm, if he's going to be like this every time I make a sandcastle for someone else, should I start preparing him for the next one? [sound of you hitting his arm]
Extras:
— Blobby hated being called "Sandygast" because he felt it was step down in terms of intimacy, implying he wasn't very important to Lars. By the time he woke up to smell the roses, the name "Blobby" stuck, as there were simply no alternatives that he'd accept.
— He loves lording the blue pikachu shovel over Lars' other pokemon as a sign of his "special" bond, what with him being Lars' first pokemon and all. They have since grown used to it and mostly ignore him.
— His current dream castle is the Emperor's in In Passing. After all, it's a grandiose beauty and owned by a man who looks like his favorite person in the world. However, he believes Lars does not know this and intends to keep it that way.
#fics by aya#lovebrush chronicles#lovebrush chronicles x reader#for all time#for all time x reader#lars rorschach#lars rorschach x reader#lovebrush lars#lovebrush lars x reader#lbc lars#lbc lars x reader#rambles from here on ->#i love exploring what pokemon think about their humans#(alkaid's hatterene's gonna be hilarious i can feel it)#flashbacks to writing for sv...i should go back one day#i think i'll be able to churn out one more this weekend for luxio/luxray!#which is a line i really love so im very excited for it!! they're so cool!#next one should also be shorter because lars' luxray is pretty lowkey unlike blobby#also trying something diff with the layout...don't know how i feel about the color yet...#since it's gonna go on every time i write modern lars
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After Last Night
Waking up with him after a hookup
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 |
FAT/LBC men x gn reader (William Included for all my Aris out there)
CW: very suggestive, maybe dubcon?? (Mentioned that Lars and reader were both drunk in his)
A/N: waking up with cael is waking up behind bars thats croomf, groomf even 😭😭😭 im jp u dk him since ur childhood here ok this is a safe space
Edit: Alkaid rewrite 🥶🥶
more utc
LARS / LUO XIA (罗夏)
- SCENARIO: You’re in a similar or complementary industry to him and he’s had his eye on you a bit, admiring how you present yourself but you never really became too closely acquainted. One crazy night of drinking during a negotiations meeting later and two lonely busy old people get busy (30 isnt old sorry. Uncalled for)
- You wake up first; he is KNOCKED OUT
- He wakes up with the wildest bedhead normally and even moreso today. He’s drooling and sprawled out across the couch with a loose hold on your body (Just his arm slung around you as he sleeps)
- His grip on you tightens if you try to leave the couch but if you’re insistent he’ll just let you go; whine grumbles about it in his sleep
- He has work and he’s very busy so he’ll have to leave soon but he wants to make it up to you because he wasn’t being professional; he makes the effort to at least chat or have breakfast with you before leaving which you don’t mind since you’re busy as well
- He usually doesn’t do hookups since he’s busy, doesn’t want to lead anyone on and knows he’ll get attached too easily so he rlly dk what happened, he was lonely but ayayay this is a mess. He does his absolute best to make things less awkward for you
- This scenario would actually be so wild bc if you wanted to do it again while sober I don’t think he’d say no LOL as soon as you had breakfast/chatted he started to like you even more I think and remembers last night being really great so
- I don’t think he’d initiate it if you did do it again though because he feels really bad about being unprofessional but ever since that night if he ever sees you his eyes are glued to you, your body and all its curves and/or edges; he’s so distracted help him 😭😭
- It’s even worse if he’s pent up, he actually will just. Avoid you if you don’t assure him it’s alright he doesn’t want to be weird and he knows he wont be able to focus so he gets a little nervous around you from then on
ALKAID / LU CHEN (路辰)
- SCENARIO: You’re his classmate and more importantly, his film dealer. You’ve been selling him film and camera repairs for a pretty good price compared to how high the quality is from a small shop that doesn’t get too much traction because it’s more of an antique shop but you do offer more. He was usually standardly polite and short maybe with an extra question out of curiosity here and there before becoming a regular over time. You eventually started tacking on a few more comments and questions than necessary but not so many that it’s noticeable, chatting him up a bit im class as well until you started actively seeking him out, being curious about him and you two became friends. Since this is an edit I’m gonna say like Ayn, you’re probably already in a situationship by the time you hook up but unlike Ayn you haven’t kissed yet (he’d at least ask you out or vice versa before kissing i think) You were over at his apartment to study and help bathe Sparkle; just generally hang out and after a PAINFUL amount of tension building with playful comments and little touches so much so that you ended up kissing him and one thing lead to another !!
- You wake up first but likely go back to sleep and he wakes up during that time tbh. I feel like his home is cozy as hell not to mention Sparkle climbing up and cuddling with you
- He let you wear his clothes to bed since yours got messy and he noticed that you were shivering, freezing from wearing. Well. Nothing. So he let you borrow something and his entire face is red including his ears an neck, it’s quite a view— both you and him
- He ghosts his thumb over your features, his gentle touch almost unnoticeable as he notes each unique thing about you as if trying to identify different stars in the sky
- You had already cuddled up to him in your sleep and he lays in bed with you in his loose embrace for an absurd amount of time until he decides his heart has had enough and gets up to make you both breakfast, you stirring a bit in your sleep in the process
- He kept trying to find an opportunity to get up before but you clung to him so he couldn’t find it in himself to leave you gn but when he did eventually get up he just kissed the crown of your head and gently pulled your arms off of him, then laying you down
- His bed head is just his normal hair honestly and he doesn’t move too much, just snores a little bit and slightly drools
- He’s embarrassed the rest of the day, his usual charismatic persona failing on him when he needs it most and he’s a bit nervous not knowing if you’d felt the same as him or if it was just lust. Though all that is quickly nipped in the bud when you give him a kiss on the cheek and confess properly, holding his hands in yours
- Deciding he’s wasted enough time being a dork He offers to take you on your first date in a nearby cafe since it was pretty impromptu but he still says it with a helpless smile and slight blush. On this date he def took pictures and has them pinned on his wall; they’ll quickly become some of his most prized photos
CLARENCE / SI LAN (司岚)
- SCENARIO: You two went to the same high school all four years and maybe even the same middle school at some point but you never really interacted because he was busy with schoolwork and so were you so you really never felt the need to bother him. Little did you know Clarence had the biggest crush on you since you met and after being acquainted through the student council you became friends. Upon growing closer and some worrying about how little he relaxes later and you mayyy have accidentally made out with him a little in the council room after hours 🥺 then took it back to your apartment 🥺🥺 and ended up sleeping together 🥺🥺🥺
- He wakes up first and just stares at the ceiling. how did this happen oh my god. Not in a bad way but oh my GOD. -Clarence
- He’s so embarrassed by last night especially with his own behavior. Just remembering the sounds he made and the words he said has him reeling; he must’ve told you he loved you 100,000 times
- he just stays completely still hoping you’re still asleep and once you wake up he shuts his eyes so fast kind of trying to pretend to be asleep but with how tightly his eyes and lips are shut you know he’s awake
- You give him a little kiss on his eyelids and lips and he knows he’s caught; he blushes but then kind of just lets a small exasperated smile wash over his face; he really doesn’t know what to do
- His bedhead is basically the same as his normal but more messy around the bangs also he snores a tiny bit but thats pretty much it
- He’s pretty happy and normal when he isn’t thinking about the specifics of last night’s events
- He even goes ahead and makes breakfast for you and him as well as his cats (they’re probably the ones who woke yall up lol)
- He doesn’t do hook ups and he’s liked you so long so he reaalllly realllllllllyyyyy hopes you’ll consider getting to know him more and let him take you out on a couple dates because even if his hands are clammy the whole time he’d be so happy
WILLIAM / CHEN ZIHAN (陈子涵)
- SCENARIO: You two have always been best friends with no question of whether or not your feelings were platonic. Well he had no question. You on the other hand had been crushing on him for a while now but didn’t want to ruin the friendship. That was until college. He started noticing you more and your qualities: how you’ve matured and how you’re there when no one else is, so his feelings have gotten a little bit more than just platonic. He justified it as appreciation and normal friend things all the way up until you two suddenly decided to “test out” what kissing and making out would be like. Platonically of course. Since neither of you had ever been in a serious relationship. The sex part was just testing too, trust 🙏
- You wake up first but that doesn’t stop him from having an existential crisis when he wakes up
- You’re excited although a bit nervous from anticipation honestly since you already knew your feelings were not platonic but you didn’t know what he’d think so instead of worrying you just poke his face and admire him sleeping
- His bedhead is crazy, some of his hair sticks up and he has a pool of drool under him. He snores too— finally getting to release his feelings has him K.Od it was tew good
- You go to make breakfast or shower or something and he’d probably wake up during that time bc he doesn’t feel your warmth anymore
- Like Clarence, Liam wakes up perplexed and embarrassed and he’s worried he may have crossed a line doing what he did last night since you were supposed to be just friends! He’s freaking out so bad! come back he needs reassurance 😭
- When you get back he’s so apologetic and is just so nervous around you until you broach the subject, reassuring him that you don’t mind what happened
- After you sort out your thoughts on what happened and have a loooong talk about it you’re pretty much back to being normal and you even hang out for a bit longer, watching some movies and baking together although he does still blush and fumble his words around you a little
- He’s scared to tell you he would rather be yours than be your fwb (friend with benefits) bc this is his first hookup but considering he’s been your best friend and crush for so long you feel the same way so you end up dating pretty soon after
#lovebrush chronicles#lbc cael#lbc lars#lbc alkaid#lbc ayn#lbc clarence#lbc#lbchronicles#lbc x reader#for all time#for all time x reader#ai yin#luchen#luo xia#chen zihang#lbc william#ye xuan#si lan#lars rorschach x reader#ayn x reader#alkaid x reader#clarence x reader#lbc william x reader#william x reader#ai yin x reader#lu chen x reader#luo xia x reader#ye xuan x reader#si lan x reader#men of too damn many names
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HELP. Why is this low-key funny. 😭
#for all time#lovebrush chronicles#chibi#lars rorschach#lbc lars#lovebrush lars#cute#cutie patootie#2d#live 2d#anime art#visual novel#otome#english otome#otome game#game#games#video games#mini games
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Smol Babies ♥️
I’ll be printing, laminating and making a key ring of these guy to keep at my office desk when I need something to get me through the day 😌
#lovebrush chronicles#lbc#for all time#lbc smol babies#LBC ayn#lbc cael#Lbc lars#lbc alkaid#lbc clarence#clarence clayden#alkaid mcgrath#cael anselm#ayn alwyn#lars rorschach
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