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『midnight, midsummer』 — one

— pairing: shoto x reader — tags: university au, urban fantasy au, selkie shoto, accidental marriage (lmfao), faerie antics, 18+ — wc: 3.3k — notes: this idea has been living rent free in my brain for at least a week. there will be around six parts, it's mostly planned out so far. all depicted characters are adults unless otherwise explicitly stated.

“I have no intention of forcing you into anything,” Shoto says evenly, expression neutral despite the roiling depths of his mismatched eyes. He seems to hesitate slightly before he continues. “Let me propose something, then. A bargain.” Your eyebrows shoot up before you’re able to stop them. Shoto is offering to enter a faerie bargain with you? As though he can see the cogs turning in your head, the corner of his lips lifts in a half smile. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes a moment before he lets the air go and meets your gaze once more. “If you find that you do not have any feelings for me at all, come Midsummer’s Eve, then I will dissolve this marriage and leave you be.” ----You get a little more than you bargained for when you knock some poor guys coat off his chair in the library. You pick it up and give it back to him, of course, because that's what anyone would do, right? Well, apparently not when it comes to selkies.

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You’ve been in Moonhollow for a month now, and this is the first time you’ve actually made somewhat of a fool of yourself.

“Oops shit sorry! Dropped your coat!” You bend and scoop said item from the floor before the words even finish leaving your mouth, enjoying the soft texture of the material for the mere second it resides in your hold. Carefully, already feeling bad you’d bumped it off with your hasty stumbling in the first place, you drape the coat back over the chair from whence it had tumbled, hand hovering for a moment to make sure it is secure. Inadvertently, you end up brushing against a reaching hand as you draw yours away. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going…”

Briefly, your eyes flit to the owner of the coat and you feel your heart jump into your throat at the remarkably attractive face that greets them. Striking mismatched eyes of deep, doe grey and clear turquoise are blown wide as they gaze up at you, a stunned expression playing across handsome features. You were already embarrassed, but now you feel heat surging across your face and ears in earnest. Unsure where to go from here, but painfully aware of how late you are to the group project meeting that has already started without you, you offer the man an awkward, if apologetic, wave.

Then, you promptly turn and dart in the direction you were originally going. You can hear the other people around the table he was sitting at burst into hushed, hurried conversation upon your departure, and you wish you could shrink to the size of a mouse and flee the scene a little more seamlessly. You managed to go a whole month without embarrassing yourself in a place as unfamiliar and foreign as this, though, so you suppose your track record isn’t too bad.

The meeting room is in sight, and with slight horror you realise it is also closed off via a glass wall and is in the direct line of sight of the table you just embarrassed yourself at.

You just can’t catch a break today.

You burst into the study room your group booked, pretending you aren’t out of breath and didn’t leave your home just barely ten minutes ago to make your way here like a bat out of hell. A few of them smile at you, one in particular gesturing to an empty seat by their side. Gratitude floods your system and you beam at them, making your way over.

An intrusive thought spared for the unique colour of that coat-guy’s hair (white and scarlet, a bold combination that seemed to work for him anyway) has you distracted and nearly eating shit as your ass slips slightly from the edge of the plastic chair. Humiliation burns hotly across your shoulders but you square them anyway, keeping your posture proud and smile bright. You also scooch your behind as far back into the seat as the moulded plastic will allow— you don’t want a repeat of that near-miss.

“Sorry I’m late! I don’t have an excuse, but it won’t happen again!”

They don’t need to know that you’d slept through five different alarms and fell right back to sleep mere minutes after the sixth did what the others couldn’t. You’re beginning to think your body’s affinity for sleep is bordering on a disorder.

Truthfully, your group members don’t seem all that bothered by your tardiness – only one, who you knew was going to be miffed, fixes you with a stern stare.

“That’s alright, so long as you are on time for our future meetings.” Tenya’s voice leaves no room for nonsense, but a kind smile follows his words. “I trust you brought the materials needed for your part…?”

“Of course,” you beam, patting your bag with full confidence. Realistically, you’re about 96% sure you remembered to get them all in there, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

With a nod in your direction, Tenya moves on, following up with the other group members and their progress with the parts they were allocated.

“Your face is red.” A whisper drifts over from your side. You glance over just in time to see a tongue peek out and run over a plump pair of lips. “Did you know I missed breakfast this morning?”

Himiko, one of your classmates with a pretty face and dry sense of humour, is the culprit. The tips of her retracted fangs peek out when she catches your look and smiles at your attention, irises tinged with the slightest blush of carmine. It makes her eyes look like windows to a stunning sunset. You’re actually kind of jealous.

“I think eating your project buddy is bad for group morale,” you whisper back. You receive a soft snort in response, the sound just shy of trailing into a giggle.

Terrifying creature of the night she might be, but Himiko is actually harmless. This is a realisation it took you a while to reach, because objectively, outwardly, she’s quite an intimidating character. She might joke about draining you dry every so often, and probably wouldn’t pass up the chance to have a sneaky sip of your blood if it was presented to her, but you know she wouldn’t actually kill you.

She likes you too much to go through with it. At least, you think that’s why. You try not to put too much thought into it.

“Probably,” she murmurs, leaning closer and bracing a hand on the back of your seat. “I think Tenya might actually kill me if I attempted to eat you before you completed your part of the project.”

You stifle a laugh, because it’s probably true. Even though you didn’t make a sound, the vibe in your corner of the room must be enough to alert the man in question to your mischief, because he pauses in his conversation and turns accusing eyes your way. They fall on Himiko and he sighs, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

“Toga, what have I told you about looking at your classmates like food and expressing desires to consume them?”

She beams at him, fangs popping out with a soft shick as she reclines slightly, arms over the back of her seat. “To save it for outside of work hours.”

“Exactly,” Tenya says, hand raising to gesture emphatically. “So, since we’re inside work hours right now, lets see what you’ve prepared so far for your part of the project.”

Himiko lets out an exaggerated groan, but reaches for her bag nonetheless. With the attention now completely off you, you focus on retrieving your own materials. The coarse fabric of your bag is enough to ground you again in the moment.

As you let out a deep breath, you can feel some of the earlier embarrassment and tension leaving your shoulders. Right, it’s better to let it go. It already happened! Nothing you can do to change it now. You grasp your laptop and open the lid, flicking to the relevant page of the notebook beside it, and get to work.

You do your best to ignore the foreign sensation of eyes burning into you from beyond the glass wall.

You’re just paranoid and embarrassed, is all.

This place isn’t your normal, everyday coastal town.

The population of Moonhollow, to be blunt, is to blame for that. This city is the makeshift capital of a region tucked away from the eyes of the world, protected from mortal powers that be and those that wish its citizens ill will. Beyond the Violet Peaks, the mountain range that cuts this mystical expanse off from the rest of the world, are a people that exist as… well, anything but human.

Put simply, in a region wrought with the mythical and supernatural, Moonhollow is a city built by monsters, for monsters.

And you’re one of the only two humans currently living in it.

“I’m home!” You call upon crossing the threshold of your current living space, eyes sweeping the room for a familiar face and coming up empty.

“About time! Come help me, I’m stuck in the wall again.”

Your uncle is the other one.

You’re unsure how he was one of the masterminds behind the creation of this city way back in the day, when all you’ve seen of him is how dumb he is. Seriously, this is the third time this week you’ve had to go save him from the wall, and it’s only Tuesday. You’ve only been here a month, and already you’re wondering how on Earth he managed to survive before you.

Beyond the kitchen, around the corner, down the stairs, and you’ve entered your uncles ‘lair’, as he likes to call it. What it really is, is the warlock equivalent of a man-cave. All walls lined with a bunch of shelves home to a bunch of weird shit, and a bunch of odd bundles hanging from the ceiling. The only barren wall in the room is the one your uncle manages to get himself stuck in.

You sigh upon seeing him, ass firmly stuck in the plaster with the rest of his body sticking out like a folded lawn chair. His bespectacled face lights up when he catches you standing in the doorway. You grimace.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not sure what you mean, dear niece,” he responds gleefully, taking your offered hands and letting you yank him out. You half hope he will stumble, but he is as annoyingly graceful as ever upon exiting the wall. He dusts himself off, flicking a crumb of plaster from his broad shoulder and stretching long limbs immediately afterwards.

“What were you trying to make this time?” you ask, wandering over to the hilariously stereotypical cauldron a few metres from his entry point to the wall.

Your uncle hums, waving his hand casually at the wall. You watch as the plaster knits itself back together, hole disappearing and dent smoothing out before your very eyes.

“I was trying to make something for your sleep problems.” He sniffs, “It backfired, though. Need to fix the dosage of some of the ingredients.”

You peer into the cauldron, before immediately recoiling in disgust at the sight of the booger-green goop lining its insides. It has a rancid smell you’re not sure you’re able to describe with words. “You were gonna feed me that?!”

“It’s a work in progress,” your uncle says, defensively. “Like I said, dosage.”

You make a face, wanting to believe him but unable to make yourself do so. He catches the look you’re giving him and rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up like a diva.

“Ungrateful!” he exclaims, turning on his heel and marching towards the stairs. “I spend all day pouring my blood, sweat and tears into a potion made from the heart for my dear niece, and this is the thanks I get?”

“I could have left you in the wall,” you say, following him up the stairs.

Your uncle sputters, dramatic as ever, like he can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Oh, to receive the mercy of this cold-hearted woman! Thank you, oh neice of mine, how may I ever repay you!”

You can’t help it, you finally let a laugh escape. He turns to glance at you over his shoulder, the corner of his lips tugging up before he turns away again with a ‘hmph!’.

For someone who refuses to reveal his real age to you, but looks and acts like your age or younger, you wonder if perhaps over the years your uncle has lost a few brain cells. Sometimes he does things that make you think the old synapses aren’t firing like they used to.

He exists as a walking contradiction – the most intelligent person you’ve ever known, and yet somehow simultaneously the dumbest. It’s like living with a child genius.

The whole reason you’re even here, pursuing your studies in this city at this university, is because the goofy bastard made a bet with you that you somehow lost. It was something stupid that you didn’t think you actually had any chance at losing, and so hadn’t minded the stakes.

Yet, here you are. Complain as you might, you’ll die before admitting to him that you probably would have ended up coming here, anyway. He doesn’t need the ego boost, he already has enough of one from being the only family you really have.

Upon reaching the kitchen, he immediately hits the switch on the electric jug in the corner and then leans against the counter, yawning. A long, thin-fingered hand reaches up to rustle through the silvery platinum strands atop his head — the colour is a result of prolonged magic use, he once told you. You still don’t know if he’s bullshitting or not.

“So, pebble, what did you get up to today?” He huffs a laugh, a mischievous gleam entering his eye. “Presuming you did get up, after the feature-length album of alarms that went off this morning.”

You feel heat burn across the tips of your ears as you recall your chaotic start to the day. You resist the urge to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face.

“Schoolwork,” you answer simply, before deciding to elaborate a bit so he doesn’t press much. “Knocked some poor guy’s coat onto the ground in the library when I was on my way to a group meeting – that’s probably the most eventful thing that happened.”

You uncle hums, blinking at you a moment before reaching into the cupboard and returning with two mugs. “How boring.”

“You want me to have an eventful day?!” you ask, hands flying to your hips. “In a town like this, for someone like me, I would have thought a boring day was ideal.”

“Nah, boring is overrated,” your uncle says, spooning generous amounts of instant coffee into the mugs as does so. “You’re young, plenty of traumatising memories to be made. I mean, you’re not really a successful adult without them. Just look at me, for example! I have more repressed memories than I do hairs on my head, and I turned out fine. Great, even!”

“I feel like you’re not as good of an example as you think you are, old man.”

He whips the spoon in your direction, eyes wide. “Take that back.”

“Shan’t,” you say simply, and after a month of dealing with you he seems to know better than to persist before he has his cup of coffee. “I just call it as I see it.”

“Now that can’t be true,” he says, shooting you a beaming smile. “I’m the very picture of youth and vitality.”

“I’ll believe you when you get rid of those bags that have been camping under your eyes the past thirty years,” you say, leaning against the bench and letting a smile slip so he knows you’re still playing. He rolls his eyes and goes back to making coffee.

“Ungrateful child,” he mutters to himself. “If only your grandmother was still alive. She’d teach you to be appreciative. I was her favourite, you know”

“You’ve always struck me as a mumma’s boy, now that you mention it.”

Your uncle raises the teaspoon, threatening to throw it your way, and you lurch away from the counter with a peal of laughter. Try as he might to keep a straight, somewhat-threatening face, he is unsuccessful and has to turn away before you see the fond smile stretching his lips.

“Here’s your coffee, you brat. Go do your uni work and get out of my sight, or whatever.”

He ruffles your hair on the way past, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, chest filled with warmth.

You’re glad you came here.

You didn’t have to go onto campus for class for a day or so, but when you finally do… something isn’t right.

You woke up with an odd feeling, before any of your alarms went off – which is, just for the record, the most peculiar thing to happen so far during your time here. It’s an interesting sensation nestled in the pit of your abdomen, a curious middleground between anticipation and dread. You’re not sure what is to blame, and can’t think of anything happening in the near future or recent past that might have triggered it.

Despite the feeling, you actually make it through all of your classes without anything eventful occurring. Same old teachers, same old content. Boring is good, you think to yourself, amused. In this instance, that is definitely the case.

You should have known better than to relax before you’d even left campus.

About halfway towards the gates, you make the split-second decision to check whether the campus bakery has anything priced to go. You tried one of their lemon tarts the other day and haven’t been able to get it off your mind since, and so you are captured by the impulse when it flits into your mind.

Before you even make it off of the path that cuts between two large buildings and connects one food court to another, a hurried call reaches your ears. You slow to a halt, turning in the direction it came from just in time to see a tall figure scrambling from their seat at a table beneath a tree to your left.

To your complete and utter surprise, you recognise them as they approach, straightening and fixing windswept, two-toned hair. It’s the cute coat guy, who you had completely embarrassed yourself in front of just the other day. You try not to let it show that you are still, in fact, embarrassed.

You’re not great at letting things go, despite however you may coach yourself.

“Oh, uh, hi,” you greet, resisting the urge to smack yourself for how awkward that sounded. “Sorry again, about the other day… I was having a rough morning.”

The man, who now stands before you at an almost intimidatingly attractive height, tilts his head in question.

“Right,” he says, and the unexpectedly low timbre of his voice sends an inexplicable cacophony of butterflies through your stomach. You can feel heat fight to rise in your cheeks. “About that…”

He has the coat in question thrown over his arm now, you realise, as he shifts it to the other arm and reaches into his back pocket. Confusion filters through you; did you drop something when you knocked his stuff over? How humiliating.

Your attention drifts distractedly to the handsome planes of his face. He really has no business walking around, looking that attractive. You wonder if it is a byproduct of his species, and then wonder what exactly he might be. Incubus? You wouldn’t be surprised, but he lacks the telltale aroma of honeysuckle and smoke that usually accompany them.

The flourish of his hand as he retrieves what he was reaching for is the only thing to bring you back to the moment, small box in the middle of his palm catching your eye. That obscure feeling in your abdomen grows a little stronger, mixing in with the butterflies and sending them into a flurry.

“You returned my coat to me, after it fell into your possession,” the man begins, long lashes fluttering as he gazes through them to meet your eyes. His wording strikes you as odd, but you don’t have time to question it. “I knew this day might come, but I never would have expected it would be a human… so, well…”

“What…?” Your heart appears to skip a beat, voice coming out light and breathy. He clears his throat.

He opens the box, revealing a ring with glimmering, clear jewels woven around a natural lavender pearl. Your mouth drops open at the sight, heart tipping into a stunned gallop. He appears somewhat bashful, pink tinging the honey-hued skin of his cheeks.

“I thought we should get married by human standards, as well. It’s nice to properly meet you, wife.”

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#shoto x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #selkie au #faerie au #urban fantasy #adult characters #!!!#mha series #mha fanfic #bnha series #mha reader insert #reader insert #do love me some monsters

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deripmaver · 3 years

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laurent is a good person - book 1 meta

one of the most amazing things about captive prince is how the reveals in book 3 recontextualize all of the scenes leading up to them, including about laurent himself. in book one, all we see is damen pov as he’s being abused and humiliated by this supposedly spoiled, vile ice prince. when the regent comes to damen and subtly (and not so subtly) insults laurent, calling him unfit to rule - well, why would he think anything different? laurent has insulted him, had him whipped within an inch of his life, and even attempted to (and later successfully lmfao) have him raped while drugged out of his mind.

after book 3 we can reread most if not all of book 1 as a very traumatized boy who has finally been confronted with the man who killed his brother, leaving him alone with his abusive uncle, and who he clearly has made into a complete monster in his own mind. damen of course sees him as a complete bitch, but there’s textual/subtextual evidence that laurent is well liked, and that his behavior during book 1 was actually pretty out of character for him. i’d like to provide some examples of that now!!!!

“Laurent had stopped dead the moment he had seen Damen, his face turning white as though in reaction to a slap, or an insult. Damen’s view, half-truncated by the short chain at this neck, had been enough to see that. But Laurent’s expression had shuttered quickly.” Captive Prince, Chapter One

i couldn’t resist adding this one in hehe. laurent recognizes damen!! he’s come down, knowing his uncle has devised another truly horrendous and triggering “gift” and that he’ll lose support if he calls it our for what it truly is, only to find out that it’s fucking damianos of akielos sent to him as a sex slave. a jab at laurent’s trauma about auguste and also a jab at laurent’s frigid sexuality - which ofc is completely the regent’s fault. fuck that guy so much lmfao

“‘It’s so rare to see you at these entertainments, Your Highness,’ said Vannes.” Captive Prince, Chapter Two.

this is right before the fight between govart and damen in the ring, of course. damen sees laurent as depraved and vile as the sexual sadism on display by the veretian court, and considers him to be a willing purveyor of it. this is wrong, of course, as said by vannes here. laurent has only shown up because he wants to humiliate damen lmfao.

“He did remember being supported by two of the guards, here, in this room, while Radel stared athis back in horror. ‘The Prince really . . . did this.’ ‘Who else?’ Damen said. Radel had stepped forward, and slapped Damen across the face; it was a hard slap, and the man wore three rings on each finger. ‘What did you do to him?’ Radel demanded.” Captive Prince, Chapter Four

this scene, to me, was the most telling lmfao. it’s right after damen is whipped. you could argue that radel is just a servant in the employ of the royal household, so is of course going to be loyal to the prince, but he seems genuinely surprised of the prince’s cruelty towards damen. not only that, but he slaps him and immediately assumes damen must have done something. which - i mean, technically he did lmao. not necessarily enough to deserve having the skin flayed from his back, but you know. if laurent was in the habit of torturing pets and slaves, why would the overseer react this way?

“The men guarding him were the Prince’s Guard, and had no affiliation with the Regent whatsoever. It surprised Damen how loyal they were to their Prince, and how diligent in his service, airing none of the grudges and complaints that he might have expected, considering Laurent’s noxious personality. Laurent’s feud with his uncle they took up wholeheartedly; there were deep schisms and rivalries between the Prince’s Guard and the Regent’s Guard, apparently.” Captive Prince, Chapter Four

laurents relationships with his guards are also some of the biggest indicators that he isn’t just a spoiled brat, but can insire a deep loyalty in his men. even if they do all want to fuck him. ah, sexual harassment. it’s also hilarious that damen immediately assumes they’re loyal to him because they want to fuck him - nice projection there, dude. we know a bit more about laurent and his guards thanks to green but for a season, but this little bit here is interesting.

“Laurent was indeed good at talking. He accepted sympathy gracefully. He put his position rationally. He stopped the flow of talk when it became dangerously critical of his uncle. He said nothing that could be taken as an open slight on the Regency. Yet no one who talked to him could have any doubt that his uncle was behaving at best misguidedly and at worst treasonously.” Captive Prince, Chapter Five

idek what to say here. laurent my beloved <3333

“‘When someone doesn’t like you very much, it isn’t a good idea to let them know that you care about something,’ said Laurent. Damen felt himself turn ashen, as the threat sank in. ‘Would it hurt worse than a lashing for me to cut down someone you care for?’ said Laurent.” Captive Prince, Chapter Seven

this isn’t really relevant to my thesis lmfao i just love this exchange bc it gives SO MUCH information about laurent and his uncle in just three lines of dialogue. what has the regent done, who did he cut down just to hurt laurent? when and how did laurent learn that? p a i n

“Laurent’s fussy horse began acting out again, and he leaned forward in the saddle, murmuring something as he stroked her neck in an uncharacteristically gentle gesture to quiet her.” Captive Prince, Chapter Nine.

HORSEY NO- lmfao this scene just hurts so badly on the reread. especially later on, in book 3 i think, where laurent says something like “i provoked my uncle.” he’s really blaming himself for his uncle KILLING HIS HORSE, his horse that his murdered brother trained, one of the only living connections to auguste... all because his uncle could not let a single miniscule plan laurent had set go through without some kind of repercussion. literally all laurent did was do something to stop an innocent group of people from being abused, nothing to undermine his uncle’s rule, but because the regent is VILE he could not let laurent have even this. he’s so good with her, too. he must have known by this point and also known that there was no way to stop this. P A I N

“‘I know that you have somehow arranged this,’ said Erasmus. He was incapable of hiding what he felt, and just seemed to radiate embarrassed happiness. ‘You kept your promise. You and your master. I told you he was kind,’ Erasmus said. ‘You did,’ said Damen. He was pleased to see Erasmus happy. Whatever Erasmus believed about Laurent, Damen wasn’t going to dissuade him. ‘He’s even nicer in person. Did you know he came and talked to me?’ said Erasmus. ‘—He did?’ said Damen. It was something he couldn’t imagine. ‘He asked about . . . what happened in the gardens. Then he warned me. About last night.’ ‘He warned you,’ said Damen. ‘He said that Nicaise would make me perform before the court and it would be awful, but that if I was brave, something good might come at the end of it.’ Erasmus looked up at Damen curiously. ‘Why do you look surprised?’ ‘I don’t know. I shouldn’t be. He likes to plan things in advance,’ said Damen.” Captive Prince, Chapter 9.

this is the first in-text confirmation we have that laurent has a good heart beneath his layers and layers of trauma-induced lashing out. book one often skeeves people out because of its graphic and, honestly, yes, kind of sexualized depiction of rape, slavery, and depravity, but beneath it all you meet these two protagonists who are going to have all of their most deeply held views about each other challenged. laurent from very early on is shaken to his core when damen refuses to rape nicaise in the ring - it cracks the very foundations of the person he’d built up in his head as this horrible monster who killed his brother in cold blood. and damen keeps defying laurents expectations by being a good person through and through. on the other hand, laurent spends the first part of the book taking out years of anger on damen, but here for the first time we see him do something just because its the kind thing to do. yes, torveld is an ally against his uncle, but laurent has clearly been scheming with him for a while now, and he’s now overlooking his hatred of damen and working with him just because none of the slaves deserve whats happened to them. it’s such a sweet moment.

“One of the other men, eyeing them, approached a moment later. ‘Don’t mind Jean. He’s in a foul mood. He was the one had to stick a sword through the mare’s throat and put her down. The Prince tore strips off him for not doing it fast enough.’” Captive Prince, Chapter Nine.

HORSEY NO- pt 2. this is just another really sweet and sad detail - laurent being so upset that the horse’s death could have been more painless. it must have hurt so much to see her in pain, and to know that the only way for that pain to end was being put down as quickly as possible. i wuv him. im sad

that’s it, though there are still a few more chapters left in the book. this isn’t providing any new information, of course, the path of the three books is to show that laurent isnt the man we meet in book one, that he’s actually sweet, and earnest, and he’s been fighting his own battle practically alone against his abuser since he was fifteen years old. also, the reveal that laurent knew who damianos was from the start makes it clear imo that all of his violence in book 1 was supposed vengence, not... him being evil. he apologizes explicitly in-text, and also, all of the acts of violence he commits cause serious problems for him in terms of his future alliance which he then needs to fix. i just love how layered these books are, how there’s so much information in them that makes rereading almost more fun than reading them for the very first time!

#Captive Prince #captive prince meta #damen x laurent #Laurent of Vere #Damianos of Akielos

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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im not very sure if you're doing abcs for the trio but if u do could u pls maybe do C N O and S for vlad? <3

No worries! I don't see why not, my knowledge is just a little more limited for them is all~

Hope you enjoy these, lovely! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Aight y’all it’s time for me to put on my clown shoes as god intended

Though man, what a delightfully rainy day today to write =v=

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Cuddling -- How does he like to cuddle?

He is a simple man, with simple needs.

That being said, I think he’s one for a lot of gentle affection. Despite appearances–I mean hell, he literally wears a necklace of thorns–he’s actually a very tender lover. Loves hand-holding, scooting close under umbrellas, making shapes out of the little beauty marks that dot her skin. He will take any excuse to hold her and run with it.

Ideally, I think he prefers privacy above all else, most typically in his room in the castle. This side of him, so soft with his love for her, belongs to her and her alone. He refuses to let anyone else kill his immersion the moment (cue Charles dragging Faust away from doing something disruptive and stupid), or indulge in the sight of her so rosy-cheeked and loving. Loves dropping little kisses to the crown of her head, her shoulders, the backs of her hands. He’s waited so many long years to be able to hold her close like this, to feel the heat of her blush and the tinkle of sweet giggles when he nips and pecks at her pretty skin. All of this, every single second, is beyond value to him…he cherishes each memory close to his heart, crystallized fragments of joy in a life so bereft of it.

His favorite position for cuddling tends to be a kind of side lean. Usually she’ll be lying down (or turned towards him, sometimes) while he’s on his side beside her (usually against a wall or the back of a sofa). He loves that he can gaze at her as much as he likes this way, he really can’t get enough. The person he was searching for all this time, right here, no sign of leaving…

Nightmare -- What is his worst fear?

Oh boyo boy. Oh boy...

Honestly, I really don’t see anything horrifying him as much as losing MC. I don’t think he’s a man above fear. He hates being abandoned, he’s afraid of the world being torn apart by humanity’s indifference.

But nothing compares to the shattering fear of losing MC.

I think he has a very particular intense fear about losing loved ones because of the nature of his life history. He is still deeply affected by his entire clan being wiped out by hunters, leaving him alone to carry the weight of that legacy and loss. While he couldn’t help but give his heart to the woman who saved him, the reality of his terror is undeniable. After so many centuries of searching, after so many years of feeling hollow and alone…Even now, he has never come to terms with the way his family was ripped away from him. To know the gentleness of love again, to finally have a hand to hold only to lose it…

Well, I really can’t imagine the terrifying result of that. I imagine he would be far beyond reason.

Whenever he has bad dreams of the very same fear, he is nigh inconsolable. He holds her very tightly without saying a word (which is unlike him) and she'll know not to let him go for a while. She murmurs calming things, promises of things they'll do together in the future, strokes his hair and rubs his back. They only leave the bed when he's feeling somewhat stabilized again, but even so he'll hold her hand for longer than usual days after. Embraces her more, finds any excuse to hide away.

Oddity -- What is one quirk he has?

I think one part of him that is overlooked is that he is a man very interested in the nature of contradiction, the duality that resides in all things–himself included. Some parts of his preoccupation are more obvious than others. For instance, he loves flowers due to the nature of their ephemeral beauty, but also enjoys trying to preserve them to let their appeal survive. There’s also the fact that flowers can look or smell lovely, but can harbor poisons strong enough to kill grown human beings. (Not unlike him.)

He is a vampire in which the front-end of his operations is a cathedral, and I imagine that was a purposeful move as well. There are so many angles to consider here, namely two obvious ones that come to mind. There is the non-threatening concept of the cathedral: in which people assume it is a safe haven, a place to seek care/assistance/prayer (not entirely so in this case, even if Faust plays priest.) There’s the possibility that vampire hunters are typically supplied by/supported by the church (not sure if this is the case here, but it is a common trope). That would mean Vlad would be using the face of the very human institution that ruined his life to enact revenge, to say nothing of the potential risk of hunters seeking sanctuary only to run into a den of vampires.

There is also wondering whether or not he purposely wears that necklace of thorns ;;;;; (For anyone unaware, there was the whole Jesus wearing a crown of thorns specifically as an extension of humiliation, branding him the “fake king" of the Jewish people.) My contention here would be that he is basically saying “lmao, I’m your suffering saint now.” Or maybe he’s just really into masochistic jewelry, I have no idea.

He appears to have a kind of obsession with subverting norms/conventional expectations, and I have to wonder if it runs with his general underdog theme…

Secrets -- How open is he with her?

Despite his generally guarded nature, with MC he is entirely transparent when they’re in a relationship. Unless he doesn’t want to scare her or simply feels something would be best shared at a later time, he makes no real attempt to hide anything from her. If she asks and he knows the answer, he’ll spill.

(Okay but sometimes it gets hilarious, because say Faust has been trying for years to get info out of him about some stupidly specific thing. And Vlad is always very evasive, dances out of reach, plain ignores him. MC asks and he’s just like “oh yeah, in 1582 I remember–” It’s a wonder Faust never throws hands about it, pisses him off so much LMFAO)

Before their relationship was established he hesitated more, largely because the nature of his existence and his ties to her were a lot to take in at the time. I think he prefers not to overwhelm her whenever possible. It’s very much a kind of “I won’t info drop on you thoughtlessly, but if you ask me a question I’ll do my best to answer with the truth.”

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp fluff #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp fluff headcanons #sometimes your honor he is babie #please enjoy giant scary babie man #no matter how old i get these type of characters never cease to be funny to me #he just barks at p much everyone but MC LMFAO #anywho i hope you enjoyed these!!! and that i answered to satisfaction úwù <3333 #requests are still open #asks #rambles #not incorrect quotes

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OMG NSFW ALPHABET WITH MR ORANGE, HAVE YOU DONE IT YET????

WELL I HAVE NOW LADS WAAAAAAAAY GOD I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM BITCh

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)a little lazy cause he gets all sleepy, but he’s tentative to you. he’ll make himself get up if you want anything

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)he likes his hair LOL this cutie smh. he probably likes his girl’s hair too. he’s probably an ass guy and, whatever colour your eyes are, he’ll find something he loves about them

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)aw yea he loves finishing over his girl, wherever it might be (ass cheeks is a personal fav of his). it rly boosts his ego when she worships his cock, laps up all of his cum like a good girl

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)probably that he’s deeply in love with larry but hey ho. is that even a secret

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)tbh he’s not THAT experienced bc he’s young and a qt pie but freddy sure as hell knows what he’s doing. he’s particularly good at making out, mainly bc he likes it so much

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)i’d say doggy style. ass to grab onto, easy access to pull your hair, plus he can pound you real good

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)tbh i see freddy as being pretty serious overall, but he can definitely be giggly like in the romantic lovey-dovey ‘hahaha i love u’ sense. do ygm????? i hope u do. but yea he gets really into it so he’s mostly serious lol

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)as far as hair goes, he’s pretty well groomed down there. he doesn’t like to have too much hair but he likes to have some at least

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)more on the romantic side. i think we can all gather from the movie that even if he’s known u for 2 seconds he’s gonna be at least a little romantic in the moment lmfao

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)ooooh wow does this boy jack off a whole lot. there’s not much else to say, i just imagine him to do it a lot

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)edging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk why, he just loves his limits to be pushed (and to push your limits). he enjoys being called daddy too. & he has a praise kink

l = location (favourite places to do the do)i kinda feel like freddy would like doing it on the backseats at the movies LOL idk he just seems like that kind of guy, but also at his apartment bc i say so

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)if you tease him in public he’ll get suuuper turned on but kissing & getting handsy while u kiss???? his weakness

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)i don’t think he’d want his girl to dominate him, i think he much prefers to have that role. he’s not into being humiliated or anything

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)he LOVES oral. giving or receiving he gets real into it, loves loves LOVES it

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)fast & rough teehee

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)yea this guy likes a quickie. maybe not on the job, but if you really do push him & tease him he’ll find 5 minutes to fuck your brains out

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)hell yea he takes risks. he thinks hes super cool ofc he takes risks

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)a few rounds, this guy lasts long if he wants to

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)yes yes he does!! freddy probably has a cock ring or two & a vibrator to use on himself and his partner. he likes toys, no shame in that babe

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)a LOT!!!!!!!!! this cocky motherfucker just. it boosts his ego when he teases his girl, especially in public. he just likes to tease, create more tension, get his girl all worked up for HIM

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)tbh i think freddy is pretty loud as it goes. not loud like banshee screaming but louder than the average person, he’s not afraid to grunt & groan & moan. he likes to show his girl how good he feels, so during the sexy time he dirty talks a lot

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)here’s a secret: if u tell freddy newandyke how attractive u find him, how good he makes u feel, how h*rny u are for him? he is YOURS and he will FUCK YOU SENSELESS

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)he a big boi. not that big. but he a big boi and he knows what he’s doing with it :^)

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)higher than vincent fucking vega. freddy’s sex drive is crazy

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)tbh he’ll probs read a comic afterwards and then fall asleep bc he’s not that much of a sleepy/lazy person u feel me???? unless yall fuck late at night bc then he falls asleep real quick afterwards

#freddy newandyke x reader #mr orange x reader #mr orange preference #freddy newandyke preference #reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs x reader

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Eurovision 2010s: 65 - 61

65. Michael Schulte - “You let me walk alone” Germany 2018

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[2018 Review Here] (shared with Eugent)

When Germany revealed this homely carrot top as their entrant I of course IMMEDIATELY rolled my eyes at it. Discount Ed Sheeran, GTFO!! Idk what the general lowdown on Ed Sheeran is, but good lord that man is responsible for some really BORING and GENERIC music (I will never get the obsession with “Perfect”, ever.) and as you can expect that also bled into my initial opinon of Michael.

However, two things. A of all, “You let me walk alone” is a much better song because it is actually VERY catchy, in a good way. ONE love / TWO hearts / THREE kids / LOVING mum is among the more memorable hooks in this decade.

Secondly, Michael’s emotion is *real*. This is a song about his coping with his dead father and well... I am not made from stone. Dude was in GENUINE TEARS during the endgame!! And as someone who deeply loves his father, I can definitely empathize with that message on a personal level.

There are better songs around. There are better performers around. There is better emotional pull left in this ranking. Regardless, Michael was able to stun me into teary-eyed silence and that is a feat which earns nothing less than RESPECT.

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64. Softengine - “Something better” Finland 2014

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FANTASTIC INDIE ANGELS <333 The appreciation I have to Softengine I have is obvious, yes? Highly energetic indie rock song from one of my favourite Eurovision countries. 😍 That also did VERY well because it’s genuinely that good. Take THAT Finland bullies!!! #HeyaSuomi

However, Softengine offer even more than just a kickass rock song. They offer some of my favourite song lyrics ever? They are both puzzlingly weird and endearingly ESL Even Human Bound People Rolling Dice Such A Novel Life She Thought While Knowing Nothing At All~

What on earth is Topi singing about? 😍 Well actually, it’s the story of an old man looking back at the life he’s had and.. It actually has a LOT of emotional pull wtf? Take a look at the bridge:

ALL THESE WORDS SHE MEANT TO SAY TO ME

ALL THESE WORDS AGAINST MY FAITH

ALL THESE WORDS BEFORE SHE PASSED AWAY

ALL THESE WORDS WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER CHANGE

A wonderful display of juvenile energy that has me coming back craving for me. SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOP 10 but lol it’s Finland when is Finland not getting bullied by people with no taste. 😭

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63. Litesound - “We are the heroes” Belarus 2012

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More rock angels. 😍 However, Litesound rank on the other end of the quality spectrum, being great because of their incompetence.

Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything more endearing when the inept give it their all, completely oblivious to their amateurism, a description which -let’s be honest- is “Belarus in Eurovision” is in a nutshell 😍. Well that plus the hilariously rigged NF, remember that ALYONA LANSKAYA originally won Litesound’s NF and then had to bequeath her spot to them when her voting fraud was exposed. 😍 It’s not even the most hilariously rigged NF of the decade though, omg YES we shall discuss that whenever it’s “Samo shampioni’s” turn. 😈

Anyway, Litesound bring the a double whammy of hilarity with some A+ Bad English diction (let us all sing along)

WONEVER STEN INDO AR WEH WHEEL MEK IT FRU DE DEH CUZ WE AR DA WEINERS WE AR DA GEEROS

WIR BRACKING DOWN DA WALLZ GODDA HIT DE MALL CUZ WE ARE DA GEEROS WE ARE DA DRIMURS

and the fact that all Litesound members look like animals, introducing:

The seahorse

The afghan greyhound

the mongoose

and of course Dima who might be the lovechild of Alsou and an ostrich. 😍

All of this may make you believe I merely stan Litesound on an ironic level, but I actually LOVE them on an unironic level too. “We are the heroes” is a fun, futuristic electronic rock rollercoaster and Litesound strike a perfect balance between good song, disarming incompetence and going ALL OUT in proving themselves as high quality, laced with high voltage addictive rock beats. SO, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO, I’LL MAKE IT ALL RIGHT! I’M BRACKING DOWN THE WALLS, THEY ARE THE *HEROES*

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62. Justs - “Heartbeat” Latvia 2016

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AGE OF AMINATA <3 what a glorious two-piece act in the herstory of Latvia. To Latvia’s credit they completely reinvented themselves in the Supernova Era, usually resulting in bold entries (and Carousel).

If "Love injected” was the earthquake that shook Latvia AWAKE with her experimental masterpieces, then "Heartbeat” is the aftershock, providing the same avant garde novelty, but not as impactful with a lesser impact.

However, to recycle a phrase i’ve already used multiple times, a lesser Aminata is still fucking awesome. “Heartbeat” packs a massive emotional punch, being more aggressive and volatile than its predecessor, which... works out fine actually. Killer lines such as:

YOU’RE MY DESIRE AND MY PAIN BUT ALL THE BATTLES ARE IN VAIN YOU MEAN MORE THAN ANYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

need an emotionally intense delivery and Justs fucking GOES for it without any inhibitions for his own health and safety

and with every passing second

he gets more into the zone

right until the end, when he LOSES his voice and is reduced to panting an aspirated ”thank you”. 😍 If you’re going to sing about lost love, you’d better do it by also SCREAMING YOUR LUNGS OUT <3

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61. Hatari - “Hatrið mun sigra” Iceland 2019

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God I’ve been dreading this write-up. Not because of the Hatari stans (lol who is going to complain about getting ranked 61st out of 408), but can I do Hatari justice in print? Hatari weren’t as much as an entry as they were the fiery spirit of mischief, an existential manifestation of defiance, a gestalt of provocative resistance, all contained in the tiny package of two asshole hellraisers. Yes, assholes. You see, the one thing you NEED to understand before everything else is that Hatari’s poetic palestine shawl moment is one of grade A assholery. Pulling that at the last sec towards their hosts WAS a dick move and Hatari were fully aware of it. We MUST see this as a fact before we discuss anything else that is also Hatari-related.

However, that’s precisely the point? Provocation was the sensation that swept the icelandic nation and its idolization became Hatari’s vocation with dedication and its application in the humiliation and the vexation of the Israeli station in support of the Palestine civilization, leaving KAN in devastation after months of the rabid disorganization was a justification well worth the potential probation. In other words: GET REKT KAN SHIT HOSTS HOPE U GET BLACKLISTED LOLOL #Hatredwon 😈 😈.

ps: still getting the Israelis to cheer for them despite being OPENLY pro-palestine when will ur faves.

~My reasons~ for ranking Hatari lower post-show are less grounded in the politics (again, they were jerks but... that’s also the entire point of sending Hatari lmfao) and more determined by the actual live performance: I thought Klemens was underwhelming and his parts of “Hatrið mun sigra” were also the fave bits. 😭 On the flipside I thought Matthias was excellent (when he didn’t miss his cue) and I legit laugh out loud each time I see his hilarious OTT facial expressions.

What a justified use of guyliner <3 The act was yet again a diabolically brilliant clanging of chains, bashing of mallets, grinding of gears, steaming of punk, a satanic cirque du soleil come to rain justice and brimstone down on our hopeless souls. Hatari were the anti-heroes we needed and don’t deserve.

ps: i hope i will ever find someone who loves me as much as Klemens loves Teresa May.

Iceland’s chart looks much better than I thought it would, but the averages actually put them somewhere in the middle on average. Iceland are always hit-or-miss for me, much moreso in the 2010s than in any other decade and it’s largely down to them failing to pick the best available option because, you know, BadTastitis.

the next update... will be the FINAL one in this shade of green :o Yes, we are about to move on to the highest, upperest, bestest tier of Eurovision entries. The mind-blowingly amazing entries that are not off this fucking world. Find out who makes the cut and who doesn’t TOMORROW :o

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Iceland #Latvia #Belarus #Finland #Germany #Hatari #Hatrid mun sigra #Justs Sirmais #Heartbeat #Litesound #We are the heroes #Softengine #Something better #Michael Schulte #You let me walk alone

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Kaitlyn! Please, for the love of god, never use it.

Nickname: Katy, Kat, variations; (Katydid, Katybug, Kitkat, etc.) But if you wanna call me something else, that’s fine too!

Age: 22! Simultaneously too old and a wee bab, lmao

Faceclaim: Not something I do! I could never pick just one, besides maybe my own face! (I’d thought about using Shuu Iwamine or Rize Kamishiro before, if that says anything haha)

Pronouns: Your highness/My liege She/Her! But “they/them” is good too.

Height: ~5’6”-5’7”; I can’t remember the last time I checked.

Birthday: Poppin’, obviously March 30th.

Aesthetic: Purple and black?? EGNautilus scientists tittering excitedly over adorable or exciting sea creatures. Omnipresent Mountain Dew cans, fast food and colorful kneesocks. 2AM adventures on clear nights in summer that last until dawn starts sending it’s first beams into the sky. Spacey FPS games and cutesy RPG and Pokemon games interspersed throughout. Weathered frames and tired eyes. ROBOTS… I have no idea, man. A lot of things!

Last song you listened to: “The Thief and the Moon” by Shawn James!

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: kfkjdf. Sixes definitely counts,, Uhh. My first was a canon-divergent Eridan, who I’d played before Act 6 was even close to being a thing! And he was a lot of fun. Accidentally made a “do not that” meme that still sometimes plagues me to this day ldkfdk A dream-bubble/dead Karkat who’d been murdered in his timeline’s Gamzee’s rampage and only had one eye, he was a biiiig favorite. I loved having enough energy for that all; typing that much shittalk??? Was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done in roleplay, holy shit. Entire fucking PAGES of just these absolutely USELESS rants because that nubby little shit had so much passion for it. Fuck. I loved Karkat. A bloodswapped, cobalt-blooded Karkat who was also post-game for a pre-established timeline where trolls and humans co-existed on the same planet(s). He was a Thief of Blood and a massive asshole; at his worst, he was manipulative, isolative, vengeful, restless… But also, he was a really big dork??? He LOOOOOVED spy movies and probably popped boners regularly for Black Widow and James Bond or the Kingsmen. Fucking nerd. He fancied himself a spy; his best friend was a badass hacker, and they’d (F)LARP together as a stereotypical “you hack, I’ll infiltrate” team. Before Earth, he never cared about Christmas, but one year his richass neighbourhood started putting up flashy decorations and he got jealous, so he stole a shitton of them to make his own house look the best. He’s so… So stupid. I love him so much. And of course, jumping off the Homestuck bandwagon; I have Lv/Hadz! My dorky, sadsack pun machine. A (sort of, mostly) secret post-genocide Sans; the Bad Run™ had been reset after completion, but something went wrong, so he remembers it. Still, he’s been running for like, two years now! So he’s had a lot of time to go and bury all that as deeply as monsterly possible lmaooo. He’s distrusting, paranoid, and isolative himself; but he’s probably the most all-around good guy on this list. He just wants to get on with his life and never have to fight anyone ever again, lmfao. I… I also have a few OCs, but you’ll have to pry those out of my cold, dead hands. … Carefully. With lots of reassurance. (I’m very shy…)

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): I like… Undertale. And I like Underfell enough that once the idea was presented to me, my mind kinda ran away with it, haha. It started with Hopper, my weird UF Sans! But it feels like every time I approach the AU I have slightly different ideas for it, pfft. I guess with Sixes, I wanted to step away from the skeletons for awhile! I was really excited about messing with Mettaton for it, because I… Really liked listening to the radio for awhile, haha. I thought it’d be kind of cool if instead of being really excited to be seen flaunting himself across a television set, he wasn’t so happy with how he turned out physically, and made his influence a little less directly visible. It fit in well with the seemingly common theme of conflict in Underfell, and things just really exploded from there! It’s hard to summarize in just a few short words. That said, Sixes probably wouldn’t have a blog at all if it wasn’t for tumblr user wibler’s- Sixes’ Sans!- mun coaxing me into giving it a shot! She has a lot of faith in my creative abilities. I dunno what I’d do without her support through the past few years, heheh. She’s neat.

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: LOUD ANGRY ROBOT LMFAO Shit though, I dunno! I like writing a character who goes through the bipolar disorder motions, the manics and the depressives. I love watching him go hot and cold on characters as he flipflops through his impulses and subsequent regrets. I love that in his timeline, everyone knows him while he himself actually… Hardly knows anyone at all. He’s made himself untrustworthy, and in turn doesn’t trust anyone, either, so he hardly ever opens up beyond… You know. Angry screaming, or shameless flirting and flattery, ignoring personal space bubbles… I love that his Sans being absent kind of smacked him on the nose, because that was someone he was actually making a connection with, but tried to play it off like Sans was just another moment in his life so he kind of treated him like a dick lmao. Deadass knew the poor little dude had anxiety issues and scared him on purpose, made joking death threats, joked about flirting with his shittyass brother… Sixes was such a prick. Fuck. And he realizes that! And after ditching his family just to have a cataclysmic fallout with his other BFF, Alphys, Sans disappearing… It’s something he blames himself for. It kind of sobered him up a little to the way his actions affect people. AND DESPITE EVERYTHING, HE STILL USES HIS CAMERAS (THAT HE STOLE FROM ALPHYS IN A PETTY FIT) SCATTERED ACROSS THE UNDERGROUND AND HIS SHITTY TRAP ROOMS IN HOTLAND TO PUBLICALLY HUMILIATE RANDOM CITIZENS IN A WIPEOUT-ESQUE PODCAST ON THE UNDERNET. At least that assholitude earns him money, though! Fuck. I also reaaallly love how different AUs bring out different aspects of his character, but that’s a rant for another time or place! Hoo. I dunno, man. I could go on about Sixes for like, ever. He’s a really fun muse.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: I’m… I’m not even gonna lie, a lot of it is the positive feedback lmao. I don’t, uh. Do much these days, creatively or recreationally speaking, and I don’t really have a lot of friends IRL… Er, any, actually, if you’re only counting closehand. All my friends live hundreds of miles away, and it sucks. But this is… Simultaneously social and creative. I get to talk to people, and make friends, and toss creativity back and forth with people, and it’s really fulfilling. I love to be a part of other people’s creative processes! I love seeing what other people do with THEIR characters, and when we all??? Interact??? Mother of God, it’s such a treat! Everyone’s so creative and impressive and inspiring… And hearing/seeing us all go back and forth about what we admire in each other… I’m pretty happy with just being a part of writing, and telling other people that I love what they do! But every now and then it comes back around to me in little ways, and it feels really special. It’s hard to imagine anyone liking my stuff past a “they’re pretty cool I guess, yeah” sentiment, despite my glittering impression of a lot of the writers in the community; so when someone DOES say they like my stuff, even just by saying they like a drawing, or like the way I described something, I go OFF THE WALL LMAO. Straight up dissolve and slip through the floorboards a la Gaster style with how lovely it feels. Shucks… And, you know. Watching characters develop in general- whether they be mine or not- is really fulfilling and inspiring. A good cycle.

Favourite types of threads: Anything that feels meaningful! I love it when two characters make any kind of connection, despite the context. That said, typically “angst” and “fluff” style threads are a big favorite, but there has to be, like… you know. Meaning to it. It feels really… I dunno, cardboardy to just throw a muse into a woodchipper for no particular reason just to have them drag themselves to another muse begging for help or to have a chance to explain some kind of deep, edgy feeling or story. Baseless fluff has a lot more wiggle room lmao, but that can get really monotonous really quick if something more significant fails to spark somewhere along the line. Just so long as something’s getting achieved somehow, I guess! If it feels like nothing’s changed between the two at the end of the thread, it feels really unfulfilling and hollow.

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: URRRGH. IMPLEMENTING THE RADIO SHOW/PODCAST THING… On one hand, Sixes has kind of collected the idea that the multiverse is a very indifferent place towards the goings-on within his timeline! And, he supposes, that that suits him fine. Hurts his pride a little, but it’s something he’s just going to curl up and lick his wounds for, pfft. But still! I wish I knew how to make it a little more obvious and prominent- The same could go for his growing industry, too! I guess I’ve just been jobless too long to really have a feel for it like I should, oof… Additionally, drawing him is reALLY HARD… He’s in his classic box form most of the time because he’s really insecure about his EX form, and yet I draw his EX form more than anything because the box is frustrating to draw??? And despite it all, I’m still not sure I’m terribly happy with how his EX form looks!!! He’s supposed to be a little closer to a NEO design than initially planned, as Alphys fully intended him to be a KILLING MACHINE from the start without telling him! But he caught on early on, and they kind of bullied each other into compromising a bunch of things until he was just this “hideous” mess that neither of them were terribly happy with… So, you know. The indecision carried over to me too, evidently! Ugh.

Tagged by: nah! Just stole it was all. (from slobbyseconds/coolskeletonsdontcry forever ago, but just got around to now. kfjf)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! @ me back if you do it, though; I love reading these things!

#q #ooc #repost dont reblog #long post //#ooc about #these r fun. i love talking #munday

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