#lune-struck

[acommonloon]

I saw the moon and the moon saw me

[lunetual]

he is finding his camera ☺️

[lune-fox]

[harmonyfell]

new tag dump because i need to update them all. this includes ship tags <3

[shkika]

I am struck with an urge to do a "W1%" run of Ultrakill. Constant dualwield, slight damage reduction, skip Claire de Lune/Soliel.

Oh my god I'd LOVE to see that so much if you feel like giving me a peek.

BUT ALSO okay I've been thinking this ask over a lot actually. Because it made me think of what would a W1 mod even be like?

Now obviously I have no coding knowledge, but if I were to make it, I suppose it'd be a co-op nightmare experience where the controls are separated in two. The way I'd do it is with constant duel wield and constant access to both knuckleblaster and feedbacker.

Player 1 - Movement (all or most of it at least), 1 gun arm, 1 punching arm

Player 2- Camera view, 1 gun arm, 1 punching arm

Would this be fun? Uh... I don't know. Is this accurate to how W1 moves? Not really, but it's how I'd translate it. Sounds like an annoying challenge to do with friends hehe hoho

[justalittletomato]

Dinner Arrangements (Reader x Maul)

just some fluff and taking the suggestion from @gran-maul-seizure

that Maul would get more feral with his eating the more comfortable that he is with a person

Set when Maul rules Mandalore

tag list: @gran-maul-seizure @hannagoldworthy @patchiefrog @storm89 @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @apocalypticwafflekitten @pixiestookourstardust @eyecandyeoz @id-rather-be-a-druid @dukeoftheblackstar @stardustbee

He counted the attempts, this would be thier 10th. As the chrono struck for the evening hours, the Archivist arrived from the servant's entrance with a tray. 

Upon learning that Maul would pull ration bars out in place of a hot meal, the Archivist stepped in a tray or two ladened with hearty foods. 

Mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, stews, filled with meat that had been set to cook for what he assumed was for some time as tender as it was—other times ( most often)  meat cuts thick and still red. 

“ Your brother mentioned it was better for your health,” a kettle was brought over from the burning hearth of the study. His Archivist measured out water for tea before setting down a plate. “Take what you like” 

He had at first scoffed at the action, The Archivist always did such things, carefully watching and making things in a way to accommodate him better. 

“Coddling” he had said to Savage, the older Zabrak merely raised a brow, “Brother, you can order them to stop.”

Maul gave him a look, “Then they will fuss” as if that was why he did not consider it. “But they do not need to make such an effort on such matters,” Maul added. 

Savage sighed, “Then leave it be” 

In the first few attempts Maul just loaded his plate with some of the meat cuts and when the archivist suggested maybe just a bit of roasted carrot, he just left with the plate in hand. The Archivist left with the rest of the full tray and their own plate. 

Maul left the emptied plate at the door when he was done. 

The day after he took a heapful of the vegetables, again leaving the archivist alone with their own plate. 

With the stew? The mouthwatering scent had the Archivist smiling to see the ladlefuls Maul put into the bowl. A frown formed when he left again to eat alone. 

The bowl was completely cleaned of any stew when the Archivist collected the dish, returning back and noting that the remainder had also disappeared. 

On the 10th day, Maul returned the stew bowl empty and took a loaf of bread from the plentiful tray. The Archivist didn't dare move and watched as Maul took apart the loaf to eat. 

The following days were much the same, Maul returning to eat a loaf of bread or filling his cup with more tea. 

The absolute silence as the Archivist watched this time around as Maul served himself and sat back at the table. Maul not bothering with the knife and staring at the fork with skepticism. Today was roasted nyduck. Maul began to eat, sharp teeth tearing and pulling apart the food he had picked. 

He looked straight at the Archivisit, daring them almost. The Archivist set down the silverware picked up their own piece and ate it without the stifling etiquette drilled in. 

Another dinner later and Maul looked up from his plate, today’s meat was rarer than most days. The red dripping down his chin and most certainly staining his teeth. Yet not once did the Archivist shiver or run off or flat out refuse to continue sharing the table with him. If anything the dinners had allowed for maul to devour and freely gorge himself on what was offered. 

“The cooks must loathe the change” He finally said. 

The Archivist looked confused, “The cooks?” a shake of thier head, “Oh no, I have been the one making your dinners, and I quite enjoy learning what you prefer,” They went back to cutting thier more cooked steak with glee. 

Maul wiped at his mouth, the remaining blood staining the sleeve of his tunic, “You? When?” 

The Archivist continued to eat, “Before we started working, they were a bit off-put by the blood but I set them straight,” 

Not once did they react when he tore and ripped his food, if anything they were pleased to see him eat. Before he could stop himself he felt the corners of his mother raise, a smile if it could be called that. He went back to devouring with gusto. The Archivist was pleased with the sounds of hunger saited. 

[nova1516]

A Dreadful Hallow’s Eve Ball

A work for lyranova’s 1k event! Congrats! :D @blackclover-emc

I was hesitant to participate, but then I saw so many lovely works that inspired me to do one as well! I took this opportunity to write about one of the side plots/stories of my next generation au!

Next Gens Featured: Felicity Vermillion, Calix Vermillion, Titaia Vermillion(not mine), Acier Silva II, Argent Silva, Adrius Silva, Adeline Silva, Gin Vermillion, Lune Grinberryall(vaguely mentioned)

Canon Characters Featured: Fuegoleon Vermillion, The Salamander, Nozel Silva, Jack The Ripper

(Background) Pairings: Fuegoleon Vermillion/Bridget Oriel || The Salamander, Jack The Ripper/Nozel Silva

Background Information: A short summary of previous events that affect this story: Felicity and Calix Vermillion were originally commoners from Ylve Village. As children their village suffered a great tragedy, burnt to the ground. The two siblings were the only survivors, and they were found by Fuegoleon Vermillion and The Salamander. The couple eventually formally adopted the children of Ylve. Soon after they also take in Titaia, a fire spirit. Recently Felix and Calix find out the tragedy that struck Ylve was no accident, and Felicity wants to desperately avenge their deceased parents.

Summary: Felicity has an opportunity to learn more about Ylve’s tragedy at the annual Hallow’s Eve Masquerade Ball.

Word Count: 3,905

This story is told from various points of view. Enjoy!

Felicity stared at the letter in her hands, and as she reread it she considered burning it, to destroy any evidence it was ever written.

The neat and pretty words promised answers, answers she’d been searching for for months.

Dear Felicity Vermillion,

It shall be on Hallow’s Eve, at the long awaited masquerade ball hosted by the Wizard King, where I’ll be waiting for you. It is your choice to make my acquaintance, but remember well, if you do not meet with me that evening, I shall no longer provide you with the necessary clues to find out the truth about what happened to your birth parents.

I will be waiting at the tallest tower of the castle’s east wing when the clock strikes for midnight. I will be wearing…a lion’s mask. That should be familiar for you, no?

As I promised, if we meet, I shall answer any and every question you might have, in exchange for the pendant your mother left with you.

Best Regards,

C. Y.

“Catalyst Magic: Flames of Ire.”

Felicity watched as the letter burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing behind except for lingering ashes.

She adjusted the strap of her dress, which had slipped from her shoulder, and walked towards her mirror. She scrutinized her appearance harshly, from head to toe. From her (temporary) blonde hair, just as it had been when she was a child, to her long, vermillion dress, and high heels. The garments felt foreign on her skin, but she pushed her discomfort aside.

She needed answers, and she would be getting them tonight.

The young Vermillion grabbed her mask, a gilded, intricate thing, and put it on.

• ☘︎ •

“Hey,” Calix sauntered up to his older sister, a tired Titaia accompanying him. They were both dressed for the occasion. “Tia told me you went back to blonde! Welcome back!”

“Do not get used to it,” Felicity glared at her brother. “I will dye it back after tonight.”

“What? C’mon keep it for a few weeks at least!” He grabbed her hand and then Titaia’s. “Look! We all match now!”

Titaia nodded along with Calix.

“I’m not keeping it blonde, Cal, and don’t look at me like that, Tia.”

Calix sighed regretfully, and Titaia huffed.

“Children, oh—good you’re all ready.” Fuegoleon hurried down to meet the three Vermillions. “We’re late. Let us—Where’s your father?”

Felicity and Calix shared a look before shaking their heads, and when they looked at Titaia, she shrugged.

“Then where—”

“I am ready, Fuegoleon Vermillion.”

The four Vermillions turned to look at the stairs.

The Salamander, Bridget Oriel, stood in a beautiful ivory and jasper orange attire, and was donned in gold jewelry. He looked breathtaking as he made his way down to meet his family.

Fuegoleon couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way to his lips, as he stared at his lovely spouse.

“Beloved little ones,” Bridget smiled brightly. “You all look truly astonishing!” He glanced at Fuegoleon, narrowing his eyes. “Hm, handsome, dereworthy.”

Fuegoleon gave him a (Felicity would describe it as a stupid, lovey-dovey) smile. “And you look as stunning as ever.”

Calix beamed. “You both look phenomenal!”

“Pretty.” Titaia uttered.

Felicity sighed. “Can we leave now?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Little One,” Bridget turned to his daughter. “Are you in a hurry, perhaps?”

Felicity nodded slowly, and quickly thought of an excuse. “I just…I’d like to get there before cousin Adrius finishes off all the good desserts.”

Calix and Titaia went tense.

“We need to leave now.” Titaia nodded along to her brother’s statement.

Felicity hid a smile. It worked, as always.

“Alright, alright,” Fuegoleon herded the two menaces out of the Estate. “Let us leave at once.”

Bridget extended an arm to Felicity, and the young Vermillion hesitated for a second before she took it, and they left to catch up with the rest.

Her family’s ever lively presence took a little weight off of her shoulders. Yet the sense of impending doom grew again, this time overwhelming, as they neared the main Castle.

• ☘︎ •

“That blonde hair might fool all of your suitors, but not me, Felicity.”

Felicity turned around, and came face to face with a young woman. Her fetching silver hair was tied in an elegant, popular braided style, and her dress was dazzling. Her mask, matching in silver tones, obscured her eyes, but there was no room for doubt. This was the renowned, oldest daughter of Nozel Silva and Jack The Ripper.

“Good evening, Acier,” Felicity greeted her cousin. “I’d appreciate it if you lowered your voice. You’re right, the tameless men that chase me relentlessly have yet to recognize me. I’d like to keep it that way.”

Acier let out a short laugh. “Of course,” She whispered, and looped their arms together. “As much as I hate being discreet, I’ll do it for you, dear cousin.”

Felicity shook her head fondly. “What about your suitors?”

Acier groaned. “As irritating as ever.”

“You should’ve taken more advantage of the masquerade ball,” She pulled on a loose, blonde strand of hair. “Like I did.”

“And what? Have my hair dyed blonde?”

The two royals laughed, lighthearted.

“It’s good to see you, albeit a bit different than usual.”

“And after so much time,” Acier said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been so busy I barely see you anymore, Felix.”

Felicity averted her gaze. “I…apologize. I know I haven’t been present enough. I’m just busier than usual.”

Her thoughts wandered back to the letter. She glanced at the clock. It read 11:00pm.

“Calix told me,” Acier sighed. “He said you’ve been trying to figure out what really happened to Ylve Village.”

Against her parents’ wishes.

Fuegoleon had promised to reveal everything in due time, but after finding out they’d been keeping the truth hidden, and after her fight with Calix…she’s been more desperate than ever to get answers. That desperation led her to C.Y. a mysterious figure who happened to know a lot about a village that had burnt down two decades ago. (They’d never met face to face. They’d only ever communicated through letters, initated by C.Y.)

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Calix…That brother of mine never learned to keep his mouth shut.” She sighed. “Look I understand right now is not the time, and that I shouldn’t be going behind my parents’ back, but—”

“I understand,” Acier offered her a smile. “And I know perfectly well that no matter what I say, you’ll end up doing it anyway, so instead of trying to stop you, I’ll help you.”

Felicity huffed. “As much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t want you, or anyone else, to get involved.”

“I wouldn’t get my hands dirty,” Acier supplied. “At least not that much. I could get you the reports.”

“The reports?”

“If you remember,” Acier subtly gestured to the other side of the ballroom. Felicity followed her line of sight and saw two Magic Knight Captains, away from the crowd, speaking between themselves. “My parents, mostly my dad, handled the case of Ylve long before uncle Fuegoleon even heard of it.”

That’s right. Ylve Village had been under Jack The Ripper’s surveillance months prior to the accident.

“You…have access to those reports?”

“Not currently, but I could get them for you.”

Acier and Felicity straightened up when Nozel noticed them staring. Jack turned to face them next, and laughed upon seeing their stiff postures. He waved at them.

Acier waved back, slowly leading Felicity away. “Perhaps we should take this conversation elsewhere—”

“Lady Silva!”

“Fuck.”

Ronnald Vitesse, a member of the Silver Eagles(following in his father’s footsteps), approached the two women.

“Ac—Lady Silva, I’ve been looking for you.” He said sheepishly. “Would you do me the honor of letting me have your next dance?”

“Apologies, but I’m busy right now.” She gave him an unimpressed look. “And I’m not interes—”

“She’d love to,” Felicity interrupted her. “I was just about to take my leave.”

Acier glowered. “What.”

“Great!” Ronnald extended an arm out to Acier, which made the latter take a step back.

“Hey, Felix!”

“Sorry,” Felicity scurried away into the crowd.

• ☘︎ •

As gracious, and tempting, as that proposition had been, Felicity would rather not get Acier into trouble with her parents.

Even if it’d be the safer option, to trust Acier rather than a stranger. It was better not to involve her.

Not to mention, she thought it’d be a waste to let C.Y. get away.

Felicity paused in her step when she came across the buffet table.

Calix and Titaia were staring down the last piece of strawberry shortcake, and across from them Adrius and Adeline were also eyeing the treat.

The only dessert Felicity had been looking forward to…

Felicity had to think quickly if she wanted to get that last piece before them.

Glancing around the ballroom she found the perfect solution.

Her cousin, Gin Vermillion, was standing just a few feet away from them, talking idly with one of the Grinberryall girls, and in his hands was a plate full of desserts.

Among them was a strawberry shortcake.

“Catalyst Magic,” She uttered under her breath. “Spatial Magic: Gateway.”

Gin’s grimoire began to glow dimly as Felicity borrowed his magic. In the blink of an eye the last shortcake vanished through a portal, and landed safely in Felicity’s hands.

“What the hell?” Adrius faltered, shoulders slumping.

“My cake!” Calix lamented.

“Gin.” The three of them turned to Titaia.

“That’s right!” Adeline pulled on her brother’s coat. “That portal looked exactly like Gin’s gateways!”

The four of them spotted Gin within seconds.

Felicity suppressed a chuckle as she hurried away with her cake, successfully getting away with it.

Another great distraction from the imminent encounter.

• ☘︎ •

Nozel observed Acier and Felicity conversing, and saw the moment his niece left Acier with Vitesse’s son.

He sighed. “I will be back in a moment,” He met Jack in a kiss when the latter leaned down. “Go help our daughter in the meantime.”

Jack arched an eyebrow, and narrowed his eyes when he noticed Vitesse prattling on to a very uninterested Acier.

The couple parted ways, and Nozel left satisfied when he heard Vitesse shout in surprise.

He walked around the room until he found Fuegoleon. Fortunately, the man was alone, gathering two cups of wine.

“Fuegoleon,” He stopped to stand beside the fire mage.

“Nozel,” Fuegoleon looked surprised to see him. “Good evening, I thought—”

“Have you taken notice that our daughters have been acting strange as of late?”

Fuegoleon paused and faltered, placing the two glasses down.

“Acier and Felicity.” Nozel clarified.

Fuegoleon’s brow furrowed. “Acier too, then?”

“Only recently, and I believe it’s related to your daughter.”

Fuegoleon sighed. “She’s been somewhat distant ever since we had an argument a few months ago.”

“About?”

“Ylve.”

Nozel stiffened. “You told her?”

Fuegoleon shook his head. “Not everything. I gave her and Calix the photograph of Calixtus.”

“I see,” Nozel crossed his arms. “I assume she’s trying to find out the truth on her own?”

“Most likely.”

Nozel glared at him. “Are you going to do anything about it? She could get in trouble, and drag the others with her.”

Fuegoleon took the glasses again and began to walk away. Nozel followed. “Bridget and I have been surveilling her at home, at the base, and Calix and Titaia are looking after her. They would tell me if anything happened. I have it handled, do not worry.”

Would they tell him?

“Perhaps it is time to tell them the truth.” Nozel suggested, keeping up with Fuegoleon’s slightly faster pace.

“If we do so, they will try to get involved with him.”

“Regardless, we should. C—he’s dangerous, but we’re far stronger. It’s why he’s stayed hidden for all these years. He’s as cautious as he’s a coward. But we could find him with Felicity’s Catalyst Magic, and detain him once and for all. She’s old enough to—”

“That’s a theory, and I’d rather not risk her safety for it.”

Nozel walked faster and got in front of his cousin. “For all you know she could be risking her life as we speak. It’s better to take initiative now and help them find justice for Ylve. We cannot let her do this alone—Even if she’s not doing anything now, she will eventually.” Sometimes Felicity reminded him of himself in his youth, and that worried Nozel.

Fuegoleon’s fists clenched around the glasses. He let them go when Nozel took them, and placed them at a silver tray nearby.

“Telling them…it’ll break their hearts.” Fuegoleon finally receded.

“I know.”

“Let’s tell them tonight. I will speak with Bridget.”

Nozel nodded. “I’ll tell Jack—”

“Gin Vermillion!”

Fuegoleon and Nozel watched as their respective children, being led by Adrius, marched up to their younger cousin, demanding a…dessert?

“Adrius…” Nozel sighed, exasperated.

Fuegoleon let out a short laugh, the tension slowly leaving his frame. “We should defuse the situation before it escalates.”

“Agreed.”

The two captains made their way across the ballroom, heading straight for the young royals. Suddenly a man from the crowd got in their way, and they bumped into each other.

“Apologies, sir.”

“Watch where you’re going.”

The man smiled, and placed a hand over his chest. “My sincerest apologies, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva.” He was tall, almost as tall as Jack, and he wore an expensive suit, coupled with a lion mask that covered the majority of his face, making most of his features indiscernible. “This lowly servant never meant to intervene.”

“It’s quite alright,” Fuegoleon assured him. “Do not fret.”

However, Nozel was struck with sudden familiarity. “Have we met before?”

The man only tilted his head sideways. “I think I would remember if I met a member of the royal court,” He laughed. “I’m just a servant of this lovely palace, that’s probably where you’ve seen me.”

Nozel wanted to ask him to take off his mask, but apparently it was a rule that no one could. Ridiculous.

He didn’t care enough to follow it.

“Take of—”

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!” Gin shouted, distracting Nozel for an instance, and that’s all it took for the mysterious man to disappear back into the crowd.

“Damn it.”

• ☘︎ •

11:45pm.

Felicity paced back and forth between the darkened halls near the entrance of the East Wing. She could still vaguely make out the commotion of the ball downstairs, and that did nothing to calm her racing thoughts.

She was going against direct orders from her parents, and they were just a few rooms away. Moreover, Acier had given her a way out of this meeting. Her cousin could get her the reports, and she wouldn’t need to meet C.Y.

Yet.

She couldn’t let this person get away. They knew too much about Ylve Village. Even if she could obtain answers elsewhere, she needed to meet this person.

He knew her late mother personally, and wanted her pendant.

She needed to know why.

The next passing minutes felt torturously slow.

• ☘︎ •

Bridget huffed. Fuegoleon had either gotten sidetracked or had completely forgotten about their drinks.

“Hey, uncle,”

Bridget brightened up when Argent Silva sat next to him at the Vermillion’s table. “Good evening, poppet.”

Argent nodded and leaned back on his chair.

…

Bridget decided to tease him when he remained quiet for too long. “Wouldn’t you prefer to fraternize with your peers, rather than to accompany an old spirit such as myself?”

“Everyone else is busy, and,” Argent averted his gaze, as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks. “You’re good company, so.”

Bridget felt his heart melt, impossible for a being such as himself, but Argent Silva rarely ever showed an ounce of emotion, and it was being directed at him! He grinned and gently tousled Argent’s hair. “You are great company as well, little one.”

Argent grumbled when his uncle’s claws left his hair messy, but didn’t protest further.

“Gin Vermillion!”

Upon hearing his brother’s voice Argent turned around, and sighed. “…And there they are.”

Bridget looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of his partner and Nozel Silva heading towards the commotion. Abruptly a man, donning a golden lion mask, ran into them.

Bridget frowned. There was something oddly familiar about that man. Yet the fire spirit could not decipher what it was, being a considerably far distance away.

“I told you! I took this from the table. I did not use a portal!”

The man in the lion mask passed unnoticed by the two captains, and just before disappearing into the crowd, looked at the fire spirit straight in the eyes and smiled. As soon as he vanished, his entire presence did as well, as if he never existed.

Bridget stood up. “Argent Silva, go to your father.”

Argent stiffened at the use of his full name, and scanned the ballroom, trying to find whatever it was that alarmed his uncle. “What?”

“I shall not repeat myself. Go, right this instance.”

Argent nodded slowly, and wasted no more time, leaving promptly.

Bridget observed the entirety of the ballroom, and started making a mental checklist, making sure everyone was present and accounted for.

His nieces and nephews were all clustered in the same part of the room, and his children too. His children.

Titaia and Calix, (mainly, only Calix) were now speaking calmly with Adrius and Adeline. Next to them Fuegoleon and Nozel were attending to an anxious Argent. And…

Looking around, he was able to find Acier with her other father.

And.

And…

He marched along the edges and corners of the ballroom, sifting through every crowd, every table, every spot in the dance floor, and yet he could not find…

Bridget stopped in his tracks. He needed to calm down and think rationally. He inhaled, then exhaled, involuntarily letting out a puff of steam. He only needed to find Felicity’s mana and he’d find her.

…

…

…

…

…

The clock struck for twelve.

Felicity held her mother’s pendant tight in her grip as she climbed the staircase of the tallest tower. Oddly, the torches that were lined along the walls were all long extinguished, and, although it was faint, her magic picked up traces of a spell. Her grimoire was thrumming, sensing this unknown magic. It wanted to absorb it and use it as its own—make it its own. Felicity pushed down the feeling as she finally reached the top.

The tower, like the way up, was dark, and as she examined the room she found she was the only person inside. However, the spell now felt overwhelming. Yet she could not sense a single person nearby.

Had C.Y. bailed on her? But if that was the case then what was it with this spell? Was he running late?

“Remarkable.”

Felicity felt a chill run down her spine at the sudden, unexpected voice. She turned around and saw a man in elegant attire, wearing a lion’s mask.

When had he arrived? She hadn’t heard or sensed him at all.

“You’re,” Felicity scrutinized him. “C.Y.”

C.Y. smiled, and the mere, seemingly innocent, action unsettled her greatly. It felt somehow sinister. “That’s right.”

Felicity held out the necklace. “I’m not going to stall. Here’s the pendant. I want answers.”

The masked man tilted his head to the side and hummed. “Take off your mask first.”

“What?”

“How can I be certain it’s you, Felicity Vermillion?”

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Fine, but if I do so, you’ll take yours off as well.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, but then laughed. “Very well.”

Felicity discarded her mask and let it fall to the ground. As soon as C.Y. took in the sight of the royal, his smile finally faded away. “Your turn.” She prepared a spell in the back of her mind, one of Acier’s. They were fast and deadly, fitting if the man decided to cross her.

“I suppose now is the best time to tell you my name.” He took the strap of his mask and began to untie it. “C.Y. is short for,” He unclasped the final hook, and the lion mask fell to the floor, next to Felicity’s.

Felicity’s heart sank to her stomach, and her mouth went dry. “You’re—” Her eyes widened as they welled up with tears. She brought the pendant up to her chest.

“Calixtus of Ylve.”

A dead man walking.

Her mother’s younger brother. Her supposedly deceased uncle.

• ☘︎ •

Years ago.

Fuegoleon watched as the children played with Bridget, Adrius and Acier. The fire spirit had Calix on his back as he chased the rest of the kids. Adrius was leading his sister and cousins all around the garden, shouting and laughing.

The peaceful scene was interrupted when Nozel and Jack arrived.

The children cheered when they noticed Argent in his father’s arms. Nozel set down his youngest and watched as he ran to play with Bridget and kids.

“We were able to track down the person who caused the fires of Ylve,” Nozel started, sitting down next to his cousin. His husband remained standing, arms crossed. “However, he managed to escape.”

Fuegoleon clenched his fists. This was the third time he’d escaped.

“Keh, he was working with Katherine Poizot. They both got away.”

“Poizot?”

“Gueldre Poizot’s cousin.” Nozel supplied. “She has permeation magic as well.”

Fuegoleon nodded. That would make sense, and it cleared up a lot of his doubts.

“There’s something else.”

Fuegoleon raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“We know who he is.” Nozel took out a photograph out of his pouch. “Calixtus of Ylve.”

Fuegoleon’s eyes widened. “That’s—”

“Your kids’ uncle.” Jack said, finally taking a seat next to Nozel. “Apparently he and Poizot had been worshiping some ‘greater being’ that required a sacrifice. That sacrifice was Ylve.”

“We still don’t have all the details, or why he let the children survive, but….”

• ☘︎ •

Fuegoleon came back to the present when Argent approached them. He tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but his mind kept wandering back to that moment.

Tonight they would reveal the truth about Calixtus to the children, and utterly ruin the image of Felix and Calix’s beloved uncle. That man deserved their resentment. However, learning the truth would devastate them. They loved their uncle, or at least, the image they had of him.

“Uncle Fuegoleon?” Argent was glaring at him now. “Are you listening?”

“Fuegoleon.” Nozel urged him to answer.

“I apologize, I was not…” Fuegoleon sighed. “Argent, what happened?”

Argent frowned, very obviously upset. “Uncle Bridget! He was acting strange. I’m worried.”

“Bridget?” Fuegoleon tried to seek him out at their table, but found he was gone. “Where’s—”

“I don’t know! But you’re his host. Can you not locate him?” His nephew sounded desperate.

Fuegoleon placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright. I’ll handle this.” Argent nodded and stepped back, moving to stand beside Nozel.

Fuegoleon tapped into the bond he shared with his beloved.

Bridget, what’s wrong? Are you—

Fuegoleon Vermillion, I cannot find—I cannot even sense our daughter.

The clock struck for twelve.

Fuegoleon snapped his head toward his children.

Calix and Titaia were still talking with their cousins, but paused when they noticed their father’s worried expression.

“Father?” Calix moved to be closer to Fuegoleon.

Fuegoleon grabbed him by his shoulders, as gently as he could. “Where is Felicity?”

End?

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Diana Lune’s Story

Arthur’s Note: Talofa everyone! I just wanted to share a short story about my OC. If you guys read my OC’s bio then you may know of what this one is about! This is the an inspiration from a game that my dear mutual friend @welldonekhushi had introduced me to! And I LOVE it! It is called the “Vampyr”! You can go ahead and checked it out! So anyway, I have created a short story that was related to her background story! So I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you

“My love…?”

“Antone? Antone, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“Forgive me my little moonlight….I won’t be able to come home…”

“W-What are you talking about? Antone, WHERE are you?!”

“I love you…”

“Die you LEECH.”

“Who’s that? Antone? ANTONE?!”

A sudden sharp pain had awoken the young female Ekon as she gasped. Feeling the cold sweat on the side of her head and breathing so heavily. Diana placed her hand on her chest while gripping onto it. “What the bloody hell was that?” She said in a very fearful tone before looking on the side of the bed. She saw that it was empty. Her husband was not there. That is when she started to feel her cold dead heart beating faster.

She quickly got off the bed and slipped her clothing on as she grabbed the scarf that was hanging on the coat stand. And quickly walked outside. She had started to go from streets to streets, ally after ally, one person after another asking them if they had seen her beloved. But sadly she can’t find him nor does the people know where this man is.

She started to walk over the bridge, almost giving up hope to find her lover before a sudden striking feeling had hit her. She looked to the side to see something glimmering from the light.

The woman had started to walk over to investigate before she froze in her place. Her eyes widened and her heart suddenly felt a stinging aching pain.

“No…” Is what she said from what she has seen.

“No…no no no…” The Ekon quickly ran to the glimmering object before kneeling down. Picking up a green emerald ring. The one that her husband was wearing for their marriage. The one that they have concealed of their love.

“No no no no no no! NO!” She looked around on the ground seeing black dust everywhere. “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!” She started screaming so heartbreakingly around that area. A realization had struck her that her husband, her lover, the man who she had loved. Is gone…he is truly gone.

She hugged the ring close to her chest while crying her heart out. How did this happen? Did they find out about her lover’s identity? Who did this?

“Ma’am? What are you doing out here late at night?”

The young woman was still on her knees, hugging the ring as she wiped her tears.

A man walked over with his weapon as he looked at the woman. “Ma’am, it’s not safe here. You need to get inside of your home. These bloodsuckers are still around this area.” The man said as he tried to reach out for her.

Then the young Ekon suddenly has a feeling that this man.

THIS. MAN.

Had done something to do with her husband. Her lover. Her ANTONE.

She suddenly changed her expression as she started to smile a bit. “Apologies…I…I was just having a moment, sir.”

The man was looking at this woman suspiciously but started to shrug it off. “Alright then, perhaps I can help you to get home safely?”

She slowly stood up, still holding the ring in her hand, and faced him with a small smile. “Thank you. I would kindly accept your offer.”

The man had walked with her over the bridge and onto the street. “I’m sorry to ask this again but what ARE you doing here?”

“I was just looking for someone but I believe they should be at home by now.” She answered before she glanced to see this man is carrying a weapon. “I see you’re carrying a weapon. Are you some kind of guard?”

The man nodded in response. “I’m a Vampire Hunter, ma’am. Part of the Priwen Guards.”

That name had suddenly caught this young woman's attention. “A Priwen Guards?” She stopped before looking at him. “I apologize. But my beloved and I just moved in last week and that name sounded quite intrigued. What are they?”

“Oh. Well, us Priwen Guards are the organization of hunting and killing those bloodsuckers. We made sure that us humans are safe from these drastic monsters.”

“Oh my.” She pretended to sound surprised but to tell you the truth. She felt very offended and disgusted by how he talked about her kind. Even when he talks about her husband’s kind as well. “Tell me, who is in charge of this organization?”

“Ah. Well, it used to be Sir Eldritch but now he entrusted his leadership down to young McCullum. Heh. Maybe he is young but he is full of skills.”

Diana nodded as she took all of this information from this man. “And also, what happened in that area? I’ve seen some black dust over there.”

The man had looked in the direction of where the woman had mentioned. Then he started to point out. “That black dust is from those VAMPIRES. Our leader had found him and cornered him where we wanted him.”

Diana then saw the man grinning. “...and you killed him?”

“Of course! Our mighty leader had shown NO mercy upon these dark creatures! It’s a great victory for all of us!” Then the man paused for a moment before smiling awkwardly at her. “Apologies. Didn’t mean to bursted out like that.”

The woman just smiled at the man as she shook her head. “It’s alright then. It is a glorious victory for your kind to kill my husband.”

The man laughed a bit. “It is indeed! It was quite-” He suddenly stopped before he looked at the woman as he saw a ghost. “W-What did you say? Your…husband?”

Diana started to smile at him, showing her fangs as she slid the ring into her ring finger. As she started to speak. “You know, not every vampire is a MONSTER dear sir. BUT.” She looked at the man, seeing him backing up as he gripped onto his weapon. Seeing his eyes was with fear. “The only monster around here is YOU and your MEN.”

Soon she quickly teleported near to this man and grabbed him before sinking her fangs deep into the skin of his neck. Hearing the poor man screaming in pain as he tried to squirm away but soon later saw the world around him. Started to blur out before hitting onto the cold cemented ground.

Diana had started to breathe with such satisfaction. Tasting the blood from her enemy who had taken the life of her family and lover. After that, she suddenly heard other men shouting.

“I heard a scream somewhere here!”

“Quickly! Before we lose them!”

The vampire growls to hear their arrival. She had looked around to find a place to hide. Before teleporting herself into the dark corner. Watching the guards passing by as they found the body of their fallen comrade.

“Jesus christ…he’s…he’s gone…” One of the men had stepped forward as he showed his sadness. Onto the dead corpse that was in front of them.

Diana saw the tall man was gripping onto the torch and seeing him gritting his teeth. “Bloody hell…these BLOODSUCKERS are going to pay for this!”

“Enough! Let us just take his body and head back to headquarters. We will report this to McCullum. And I’m sure he won’t be happy about this…”

The Ekon watched these men take the body of the man of whom she had killed. She just glared at them as they walked away and she stepped out of the shower. The silence in this atmosphere had started to scream louder as she exited from this scene.

She finally had come back home and once she had closed the door behind her. She started to fall onto her knees and hugged herself tightly as her tears flowed out of her eyes and had dripped onto the wooden floor. She had let go of her crying of agony and grief. The crying of pain and loneliness inside this empty home that she was supposed to share with her lover.

Everyone that she had known. Everyone that she had loved. Her parents, her younger siblings and her husband. They are ALL gone and DEAD.

Soon that shed of tears had turned into HATE. Her eyes started to turn from brown to red as she slowly stood up. She could feel the burning desire in her vein and into her heart as she looked at her ring on her finger.

“Don’t worry, my love. I will avenge you and our family. I will make sure that EVERY single guard in this town will PAY for what they have done.” Diana whispered in a very dark tone manner as she started to plan how to take care of them.

—------------------------------------------

The next evening, when the sun had started to set down. An older man was in front of the building, smoking. Before he saw someone walking up. He got his gun ready before standing straight, still having the cigarette in his mouth. “Halt. State your business.”

He then saw it was a woman wearing a black outfit with black long boots and black trench coat. She then started to smile at the man.

“Greetings, my dear sir. I am here to join your little club. You’re wishing to end those vampire scum am I correct?” Diana said with a smile as she was just trying to charm him.

The old man looked at her confusingly but still kept his guard up. “Yes. We do. But you will have to talk to the boss.”

“Ah. Of course, then may I have a word with him? It’ll be quick.”

He was still debating before hearing a door open.

“What is going on?”

Diana saw another man coming out from the door. He looks quite taller than her and has a very strong body. And telling of how the old man was making way for him. She knew that this man was their leader.

She just smiled at him and started to bow down a bit. “Dear sir, I’m Diana Lune. And I’ve heard GREAT things about you and your men fighting off the dark creatures of the night. It has caught my great interest in joining with you and the others.”

The man in front of her was looking at this strange woman as he was scanning her.

Diana had stayed calm as she waited for his response.

“......come inside. We’ll discuss it in my office. Anyone can join. Men AND women.”

She smiled at him as she was very grateful. “Of course, sir.”

He nodded at her and walked back inside expecting her to follow.

And soon Diana had followed this man inside before seeing him stopped.

He had turned around to face her. “I’m Geoffrey McCullum. And I hope that we’ll work together nicely.”

The woman only kept smiling as she nodded. “Nice to meet you, McCullum sir. I'm excited to be working with you.”

“Then let’s begin. Shall we?”

To Be Continued…

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nah man, thats exactly what i was hoping for. Low key been really into Sunrod..? Hotstreaker? Its cute, and im starving for it. (On that note, have you read the fic "Making dreams into nightmares" by Lune Nightingale on ff.net? Its what started this growing obsession for me)

I call them Hotstreak! Just cause I think it’s funny :3 yes I KNOW Rodimus doesn’t have hot in his name anymore but it still translates who it is well enough. Like Hotlock where it can either be Hot Rod or Rodimus, just as long as there’s Deadlock

I had not but I went to go read it after I saw this ask, very much loved it, it was so fucking sad and beautiful. If you find any more PLEASE tell me. I originally thought of this ship because I was making rarepairs off of screenshots of characters I had saved on my laptop, but this is the only one I really remember because I felt like I struck a gold mine. This was me upon thinking of it:

I do genuinely enjoy the dynamic they would have, they’re also both my favorites so I just smash them together like dolls. Really expensive and pretty dolls.

Anyways! Send me more asks about them if you want!! I enjoy drawing them so much and their silliness. If you want another crackship that involves a twin, may I suggest Drift/Deadlock x Sideswipe? I got it off a twins AU fic and adored the interactions the two had in it.

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Hi! Congratulations on your milestone!

May I request Hardcase (not shocking, I know), Blue, Afternoon. SFW, unless you are struck with a really genius idea for NSFW, then go for it. I’m just out here begging for Hardcase crumbs as usual.

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Thank you so much, Sunshine!!! I’m always always always happy to write Case 🥰 Even more so since I met you 💙💙

You’re acutely aware of his hands, gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in position, as he carries you through the park after a blissful morning of feeling like a kid in the sun with his brothers.

The heat of the day has passed, but the exhaustion of running to and fro, trying to keep up with the stamina of Torrent Company has caught up to you, and you loosely wrap your arms around Hardcase’s shoulders and nuzzle just behind his ear.

He takes a moment to say how cute it is you thought you could hang all day, and that it was a valiant effort, earning himself a tired raspberry blown with as much attitude as you can muster, which isn’t much when you’re crashing from the 3 blue raspberry slushes you’d inhaled that had left your tongue an amusing, but unnatural shade.

His laugh rings out, vibrating through your chest where it’s pressed to his back, leaving you feeling warm and happy despite his well deserved teasing that causes you to nip at his ear.

You absentmindedly start humming, listening to the idle chatter of the boys, as you make your way back to base, daydreaming about all of the sunny days you’ve yet to share with Hardcase, all of the laughs, the slushes, and being carried when your legs are tired from running after super soldiers.

At first you hadn’t been willing to think of the future beyond the next few minutes, but there was something about the light in Hardcase’s eyes that always made you hopeful, and it made you want so much more not just for yourself but for him because if anyone deserved the warmth and love of a sun it was Hardcase.

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It's Getting Dicey

Summary: It's the secret santa fic...Happy New Year @ultralazycreatorfan! I know I told @song-tam that it'd be here on the 30th and then that didn't happen and then I said it'd be here on the 31st and then I was struck down by a headache. Hooray. Anyway. Dex, Lovise, Sophie, and Keefe get together to play some bunco. "What's bunco?" you ask. A game that involves rolling dice. And swearing at dice. A lot of swearing at dice. Xe/xem Dex, it/its Keefe, he/him Sophie. You know how it is. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4398

TW: swearing, at least two (2) lewd jokes

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    It’s always a fun day when Dex finds xemself a new project. It’s an even more fun day when xe decides to rope other people into that project without telling them what they’re getting roped into. 

    Lovise is currently living in fear of what Dex has found this time. Xe’s not maniacally supervillain laughing quite yet, so that’s a good sign, though it’s certainly not removed from the realm of possibilities. 

    All xe’s done is drag Sophie and Keefe, presumably kicking and screaming, to Rimeshire. These three definitely can’t cause massive amounts of chaos. To be fair, with a Sophie comes a Sandor, so it can’t be all bad, but it’s still quite unsafe. Ro’s still off somewhere chasing down Cad, so she’s, thankfully, not a concern either. 

    “Hello, everyone. I thank you all for meeting with me on this fine evening against your better judgements—,” Dex begins. 

    Keefe interrupts, “That’s an understatement,” a smirk playing on its lips. 

    Dex gives it a look, a hard edge creeping into xor voice. “--The reason we are gathered here today is because I was recently informed about a human game by the name of bunco. I was also told that I would need to gather multiple willing victims in order to play. I think Sophie was simply trying to avoid me, but here we are anyway, so if you would please explain to us the rules.”

    “I should just jump out your window,” Sophie grumbles. 

    “With or without teleporting before hitting the ground?” asks Keefe.

    Sophie considers its question for a moment. “I haven’t decided yet. I guess we’ll see if I go splat.”

    Lovise flinches as Sandor pinches the bridge of his nose. “Today’s objective is that we’re trying to avoid an Elwin call.”

    “He’ll be so splat, there won’t be any need,” Keefe says, flipping its hair out of its eyes. 

    That really does not improve the situation by any meaningful metric. 

    Dex glances back and forth in the silence between Sophie and Keefe several times before asking, “The rules, please?” 

    Sophie leans forward and clasps his hands together. “Well, we aren't going to get very far unless you have six sided dice.” 

    Xe leans back, and without even looking, pulls out a clear box of more dice than xe should be trusted to have. And cards. And twenty-sided dice. And flat circles that probably have some purpose. Where xe got all this, Lovise doesn’t know. She doesn’t ask. 

    “How many do we need?” Dex asks, the dice clinking around in the hard plastic shell as xe digs them out of their prison. 

    “If we want to be nice and share, then three. If not, then we’re gonna need three per person.” 

    “Keep your grubby little hands off my fucking dice. Give me some d20s, baby.”

    Dex blushes to xor ears as he hands out dice to everybody. Keefe pouts when it’s given d6s instead of the d20s like it wanted. 

    Sophie leans back to look at Sandor. “Are you sure you don’t wanna play?” 

    Lovise then takes that opportunity to make the very bad life choice of kneeling down to join their little circle. What’s the worst that can happen? They throw dice at me? I think that’s gonna happen either way. 

    Two matching dice and one mismatched die, all in shades of green, roll their way towards her and settle just shy of being in her lap. A slight twinge of disappointment flickers in her chest that she doesn’t get Dex’s gold-plated plastic one, but that’s probably lost under xor bed or something.     

    Sophie stares at Sandor for another long second before jumping into an explanation of how to play. “Bunco has six rounds—round one you’re rolling for ones, round two you’re rolling for twos, so on and so forth. So, uh, Dex, if you would roll your dice for us, please.” 

    Dex rolls xor metallic red Clan Sea Fox dice from xor adventures playing Battletech to get a 1, 3, and a 4. 

    “Very nice. I guess we should probably nominate a scorekeeper—”

    Sophie is interrupted by the crashing sounds of Dex rummaging through the shit in xor room. Xe claims there’s a system. There’s no system. Miraculously, xe finds both a piece of paper that’s only used on one side and looks like it’s only been through a few avalanches, as well as a pen whose ink is almost guaranteed to be drier than ogre skin. 

     These get shuffled into Lovise’s responsibility because she seems “trustworthy.” Considering she’s thrown more games of Catan than one would think in order to make sure Dex doesn’t pout, that’s probably not ideal for integrity’s sake. 

    “So this is round one, so just kind of make a table tracking our point values with tally marks or some similar system if you guys don’t have that. The column headers can just be our initials or something. Be lazy. Just give Dex one point for that one xe rolled.” Sophie turns back to Dex. “You may roll again. And, yes, that does mean all the dice. We’re not playing Yahtzee, Keefe.” 

    Dex rolls again. 3,5,5. 

    “Because you didn’t get a one, the turn moves to the next victim. Do we wanna go clockwise or counterclockwise? Or are analog clocks not something that exist around here?”

    Before this devolves into a shouting match, Lovise suggests, “You go next so then I’ll go last.” 

     Sophie picks up his dice and begins shaking them. “In case I forget to mention it, three of any number that isn’t the round number—say I roll 3 fours right now—that’s worth five points. Rolling three of the target number is 21 points and is called a bunco. And we’re going to keep rolling until someone hits 21 points, and then we go to the next round rolling for twos, et cetera.”

    He lets the marbled, matching blue dice go. 2,5,6. 

    “Damn it. You gave me the cursed dice, didn’t you? Whatever. Keefe, it’s your turn.”

    “You better have given me the good dice.” Its dice don’t match by any means—one black and blue, one marbled brown, and one beige—but they’re all stolen from Munchkin, made obvious by the helmet representing the number one. 1,4,5. 

    “Lovise, please mark down a point and Keefe, you go again.”

    1,2,4.

    “One more point. Roll again.”  

    “Again? Exile.” 2,2,3. 

    “Holy fuck, I just thought you got five points. Don’t do that again. Lovise, it’s your turn whenever you’re ready.”

    The unfamiliar plastic dice are awkwardly light in her palm as she rolls. 1,2,4. “Can someone count how many I’m going to have to add so I don’t have to keep pausing?”

    Dex nods and puts a finger up—thankfully not that finger—as Lovise scoops the dice up again.

    1,1,2. 

    Sophie leans forward, his head in his hands. “If you had just gotten a bunco, I would have jumped out the window.”

   “Is that worth one point per one rolled, or some other weird stacking rule like rolling three?”

    “It’s one point per one rolled. So in total, she’s gotten three points this turn. One-seventh of the way to the end.”

    “One-seventh of the way to one-sixth of the way to the end,” Keefe corrects. 

    “I’ll do my best,” Lovise says as she scoops the dice up again, only to roll a 3,5, and 6. She marks down her three points. “To be fair, I did try.” 

     “That you did. Just not enough,” Dex says. Xe rolls a 1,1, and 2, prompting another Sophie-stroke. On the reroll, xe gets a 1,6,6. On the next reroll, xe gets a 3,5,6. Lovise writes all this down, bringing xor total up to 4. 

    Sophie’s turn again. 2,2,5. “This shit is so fucking rigged.”

    “No, that’s just how probabilities work sometimes,” Dex says as Keefe rolls. 1,4,6. 

    Sophie counts on his fingers as Keefe’s streak continues with a 1,5,5. 

    1,1,5. 

    2,2,4 and it all comes crashing down. Those four points bring its total up to six. 

    The turn comes back to Lovise, who rolls a 2,4,5, leaving as quickly as it arrived. 

    Dex seizes the opportunity to get a 1,4,5, followed closely by a 4,5,5. Sophie is blessed with a gorgeously useless 3,4,4, paralleled by Keefe’s 2,5,6. 

    Lovise follows that up with a 1,2,6, forgetting to ask someone to count and instead pausing to write it down on the scorecard. The next roll is a 1,4,5, which doesn’t get written down, and then 3,3,4, which has no reason to be marked. This brings her up to tie with Dex, though the both of them are still trailing behind Keefe. 

    Dex fumbles this opportunity to take the lead with a 2,5,6. 

    Sophie, on the other hand, is sulking something fierce when the turn comes back to him, convinced the ones on the dice are never going to appear. It turns out, with a roll of 1,1,5, they do, in fact, have ones on them, and those are his first two points on the board. They’re also his only two points on the board as his next roll is a 3,5,6. 

    Keefe and Lovise get a grand total of zero points during their turns with a 2,3,4 and a 3,4,6, respectively. 

     They do, however, learn that having a straight of numbers like Keefe’s does not count for any points. This is bullshit and should be amended to make this a more enjoyable experience for everyone involved. 

    And that’s when Dex decides to show off. Xor first roll is 1,3,4. Standard. Normal. Trustworthy. The next is 1,3,5. Like. Okay. You’re being a little extra there but go off I guess. And then the third roll. 1,3,6. 

    Stringing together three points in three separate rolls is a little absurd, which is why it gets nuked by a 3,3,5 moments later. This one turn didn’t net that many points in the grand scheme of things, but it does bring xem ahead to eight. More than a third of the way to the end goal. 

    The ones fall off the dice for an entire cycle, rotating around the entire group until Sophie’s next turn before any more points make their way onto the board. He does get a 1,1,4 so it’s not nothing, but the excitement quickly fades as the reroll of 2,3,6 materializes. 

    This brings him to four, narrowing the gap between first and last place without changing any placements. 

    The ones don’t appear again until his next turn, revealing themselves with a roll of 1,2,4. The reroll is a 5,5,6. 

   “Damn it. I really thought that was gave me five points.”

    Keefe tilts its head. “I guess you just can’t count.”

    “You’re right. Dex, do you have any integer dice?”

    “No changing dice in the middle of the game. What happened to last time when you cried for the blue ones?”

    “You’ve cursed the blue ones since the last time we played Munchkin!”

    “Or maybe I just wanted to make sure that you could successfully run away instead of getting violated by a tongue demon next time!” 

    “That’s just because you transed my gender and the fucking tongue demon got rid of my cheese grater of peace!” 

    Munchkin is an…interesting game, Lovise will give it that. 

    “I was just being accurate to the real world!” Dex argues. 

    “The real world hadn’t figured that out yet! You just wanted the -5 modifier during my next combat phase.”

    “Maybe I have a new ability that’s predicting the future. Did you ever think about that, Mr. I-have-five-abilities?”

    Sophie looks at Keefe, who shrugs. “I can’t tell what people’s abilities are, dude. After they’ve manifested, fucking forget it.”

    “Oh, please. Like you two haven’t had your hands all over each other since we were staying at Alluveterre.”

    “Yeah, but my ability’s on the newer side, so there’s not a whole lot I can do. Now, can it be my fucking turn, please? I need to show all of you how you roll dice.”

    Sophie huffs. “Sure, whatever.”

    Keefe gives him a bright false smile as it rolls. 1,6,6.  “Lovise, if you would mark that down, I’d appreciate it greatly.” 

    She had already written it down and is waiting for it to roll again. 1,3,3. 

    Keefe’s confidence hits the rafters as it scoops up the dice again, only to have it come fluttering down in tatters with a 3,5,6. It’s currently tied with Dex for first place. 

    It passes the turn to Lovise with a not-insignificant amount of grumbling. She gets a point with a roll of 1,3,4, but doesn’t have the necessary luck to get a string of rolls as her turn dies with a reroll of 2,2,4. 

    She’s up to six points, and at this rate, the gnomes are going to get Ravagog back before the first round is over. 

    Dex doesn’t choose to help this problem with xor roll of 3,5,5. It was so close to being promising. 

    Sophie and Keefe each pick up a point on their next turns. Keefe’s currently working on getting three dice to show the same face and it isn’t working quite yet, with two doubles in a row. (The first roll was a 1,3,3 and the second was 4,5,5.)

    It’s a whole cycle through their turns—Lovise 2,3,4; Dex 2,4,5; Sophie 3,3,6; Keefe 3,5,6—before Keefe officially declares, “The ones have fallen off the dice.”

    Lovise proves that to be not quite accurate by finding a 1,4,4 somewhere in there. Then, just to make sure, she finds a 1,1,3. That’s the last of the ones on her dice for now, however, ending her turn with a 3,4,6.  

     That brings her up to 9 points and into the lead, though not by much. 

    Dex rolls a gorgeous, worthless 2,3,4 on xor next turn, and Sophie follows that up with an equally beautiful 3,5,6. 

    Keefe can’t let this stand any longer with a turn composed of rolls of 1,3,6; 1,5,6; and 2,6,6. Its total comes to 11 and they’re nearing the halfway point. Though, dice will be thrown if Keefe wins, so trying to lengthen the game any way possible is advantageous.

    That’s Lovise strategy as she rolls a nice, normal 1,4,4 and scratches it onto the scoreboard. She picks the dice back up to get a 4,5,6. 

    Straights really should count for points, but when you’re playing with a bunch of gays, they don’t. Also that’s what Sophie says the rules are, but that’s the better reason. 

    This turn brings her to a total of ten points. A nice, round number. 

    Dex, on the other hand, has other plans. Xor starts off by rolling a 1,4,6. As one does. Xe continues by rolling a 1,3,5. As one also does. 

    And that’s when shit gets tense. Xe rolls again, but doesn’t get a one. Xe does, however, get a 2,2,2. 

    Five points. 

    Keefe’s bloodthirst is gleaming in its eyes as Dex picks up the dice again. Thankfully, Lovise doesn’t have to hold it back as xe rolls a 2,3,5, killing xor streak.

    That doesn’t reverse the past. The damage is done. Xe’s at fifteen points after pulling off that move. 

     “Always keep in mind that anyone can get a bunco at any time. Three ones and this is all over.” Sophie then takes his own advice and tries his best to make that happen. He’s actually fairly close with a 1,1,6 and an aneurysm from Keefe. His second attempt, a 3,5,6, is notably less successful but still brings him to eight points. 

    Keefe is not successful in its own 4,6,6 attempt. The grumbles that the dice are cursed have begun once again in greater force this time. 

    Lovise and Dex both pick up a point on their next turns and then the ones fall off the dice for two entire cycles. As in, it goes through Sophie, Keefe, Lovise, Dex, Sophie, Keefe, Lovise, and Dex before another point is on the board. 

    Where do the ones go? Nobody knows. They’re definitely still on the dice—Keefe checked. Loudly. They just don’t appear. For eight rolls in a row. 

    Sophie interrupts this spiraling trend with a 1,2,3 like a light in the darkness. Then, he gets a 1,3,6 with significantly less symbolic meaning behind it. He follows this up with a 2,3,5 that makes the veil of inky blackness fall over them once again. He’s up to ten points, so he’s still in last place, but less firmly so than before this last turn. 

    It’s Sophie’s next turn before the dice bless the group with a holy one in a roll of 1,3,6. It’s strangely fitting how the forgotten middle child of his previous round is now the roll that slows the encroaching emptiness. 

    Its luminescence is snuffed out almost as soon as it began like a candle on a windy night with a 2,4,5. 

    “Come on, you worthless sons of bitches,” Keefe mutters as it shakes the dice. 1,3,4. “Ooh, swearing at the dice is the answer? You should’ve told me this earlier. You pieces of shit better give me a one.” 1,3,4. 

    “To be fair, I’m kind of surprised it took you this long to figure out that secret,” Dex says. 

    Keefe ignores xem. “Please, motherfuckers.” 2,4,5.

    Unfortunately, Lovise doesn’t get to learn new swear words from Keefe’s newfound Polyglot ability with the end of that streak that took it to thirteen points. 

    It’s said that some humans find thirteen to be an unlucky number. It’ll be interesting to see if the dice agree with this superstition by grinding Keefe’s point gains to a halt. 

    Lovise rolls on her next turn—2,2,4. It’s getting real fucking old rolling and rolling and having nothing new to show for it. 

    Dex’s turn is filled with as much excitement as Lovise’s just was. Which is to say, none. Xe rolls a 4,6,6. Lovise thought xe got three 6s, but no. If xe had, the round would be over and Dex would be inventing a new victory dance. 

    Sophie, however, doesn’t let that stop him. 1,6,6. 1,4,6. 1,2,6. The dice seem rigged—almost like he isn’t even rolling them, but different ones are ending up as the ones and sixes. The only reason Lovise even bothered to notice was that she doesn’t trust any of her company that much. 

    Then Sophie decides to roll a 2,6,6, proving that all of this was meaningless speculation. But he is up to thirteen—tied with Keefe—so that’s nice for everyone except for Lovise in last place.

    It takes a whole cycle of grumbling, swearing at dice, and definitely not purposely rolling them at others before Keefe gets another point. Actually, two points. 1,1,4. It ends up only being those two points, as its next roll is 2,3,3 and a couple of tears that it wasn’t worth five points. That brings it up to fifteen, gnawing at the back of Dex’s heels for the honor of being in the lead. 

    The dice giveth and they taketh away. 

    They taketh away Lovise’s, Dex’s, Sophie’s, and Keefe’s next attempt to get points.

    “Bless me with your golden glory,” Lovise whispers, eyes skyward as she shakes the dice. 1,2,6. 

    She scratches her twelfth point into the paper before returning to the translucent cubes taunting her. She rolls again. 2,4,6. 

    Then it’s Dex’s turn once more—3,4,5. A roll that has absolutely nothing.

    Then it’s Sophie’s turn once more—3,3,6. If only four threes would count for something. Saw the dice apart. Do whatever it takes. 

    Then it’s Keefe’s turn once more—2,4,4. It’s a sharpie away from drawing extra dots. If every side has six dots, every roll is five points. 

    Then it’s Lovise’s turn once more—4,5,6. Straights still don’t count for points. With the way this game is going, it seems like the gays don’t either. 

    When the turn returns to Dex, expectations are on the floor. Then xe rolls a 1,5,6. That’s xor seventeenth point. Four more and this is over. Four more and two becomes the magic number. 

    Xe rolls again. 

    2,2,2. 

    Lovise’s breath catches in her throat. Five points. Bringing Dex to 22 and the round to proceed forward. 

    It’s almost poetic how the first round ends with the next magic number, come to bestow them with its splendor before it disappears from the dice forever. 

    Sophie, a smirk playing on his lips, taps on his Imparter in what looks like a very controlled fashion until an ear-splitting bell noise echoes through Dex’s room. 

    The only reason Dex merely flinches away and doesn’t banish him immediately from the premises for all eternity is presumably because rolling dice game fun when you win.     

    “My family’s bunco game has a bell that comes with it. That’s the closest I can do. Technically, I think the rules say you’re supposed to ring it only when you get a bunco. But we used to ring it at every available opportunity.” He turns to Keefe. “Which is why it’s as far from you as I can possibly get.” 

    Keefe pouts overdramatically, a feat considering it was already doing that at Dex’s accomplishment. 

    But Dex’s accomplishment means nothing. There’s five more rounds before Dex starts arguing that they should play the extended edition with the d100s xe inevitably has stored somewhere. 

     The following rounds feel as though they race by. 

    The twos round, Dex wins once more by rolling a triplet of 2s, except this time it’s worth a full 21 points. Keefe made it to 20 before Dex pulled that one out of xor ass, which is highly suspicious, so a dice trade is initiated. A diagonal cross results in Lovise getting Sophie’s blue dice and vice versa with Lovise’s green ones. 

    The threes round, against all odds, Dex wins again. If xe isn’t cheating, that’s one Exile of an accomplishment, and if xe is, xe’s not doing a very good job at hiding it. Dice are traded again, and Lovise ends up with Dex’s metal Battletech ones. 

    The antepenultimate fours round, Dex takes it upon xemself to win again. Xe has the audacity to get a triplet of 1s and 3s in the same roll streak. The fact that xe hasn’t been burned at the stake like the witch xe is is a fucking miracle. 

    Lovise having to fight off a feral Sophie and Keefe is not a fight that’s going to be pleasant. Don’t get her wrong, she’d still win, but she might get a couple of bite marks.

    They switch the dice again, and Lovise ends up with her original green dice, traitorous in their assistance of Sophie and Keefe over the past two rounds but magnificent in their return. 

    The penultimate fives round, Keefe finally gets to stop the waterfall of crocodile tears and replace them with actual tears as the dice finally decree that it’s worthy of winning. Dex has already won the game beyond defeat but it’s not about winning anymore. It’s about not losing and second place is still better than last place. 

    Now, to be fair, second place is the first place of losers, so maybe it’s just trying to say that it’s the top loser in the world. That would make a lot of sense. 

    Dex is also, notably, allowed to keep xor dice. All of the useful rolls were used up and xor seven points at the end of the round didn’t seem like enough of a threat. 

    And it is finally time for the grand finale. The ultimate challenge of dice throwing. The sixes round.

    Lovise gets so, so close to winning. She has twenty whole fucking points. Yes, all of the points are fucking. 

    And then Sophie just decides, “oh, yeah, I’ll get a bunco. No big deal” as the dice settle into a 6,6,6. 

    It is, in fact, a big deal. 

    Sandor will be hearing about this moment for all eternity. Lovise will make him suffer. He deserves it for his charge’s utter impunity.    

    It may or may not have been Lovise’s mostly-unintentional death glare that caused Sophie and Keefe to fabricate reasons to not be at Rimeshire anymore as they light leap away. 

    Dex begins stuffing the dice back into the box, clinking as they slide down unwillingly, forming a lopsided hot mess. 

    As soon as she’s certain Sophie and Keefe have vacated the premises, Lovise turns to xem and asks “How’d you cheat?”

    Xor hands fly up, framing xor face with xor palms out. “To be completely fair, I only cheated in the second round.”

    “I didn’t ask ‘did you cheat?’ I asked ‘how did you cheat?’”

    Dex digs out the Battletech dice xe was using in the first two rounds and rolls them around in xor hand. “It’s really easy to load metal dice, especially when you’ve got magnets to turn it off when someone wants to check if they’re loaded. I haven’t figured out how to load high numbers with it yet. And, besides, I forgot to do it in the first round and it only shifts the probabilities a little bit. It’s not cheating that much.” 

    “Yes it is.” Lovise pauses for dramatic effect. “Next time, if you have loaded dice, I expect some too.” 

    Dex throws xor head back, laughing. “I’ll make sure to get around to that as soon as possible, but first: I gotta go get some snackies from downstairs.”

[shanniethewr]

under a moonless night

summary: in a written book, it tells the tales of three glorious adventurers, the two being lovers. together, they face the hurdles of what the world brings them, always coming out as victorious winners. yet in this tale, they fell as defeated, shattered diamonds.

content warning: major character death

pairing: aether x gn!reader lowercase intended + not proofread

extra: i recommend listening to isabella's lullaby while reading!

UNDER A MOONLESS NIGHT

... is where you can find two star-crossed lovers, bathing in the misty night at an abandoned castle. "promise to never leave me?" asked the lover whose eyes glistened in the dim hall where gold decorations faintly shined.

"you're well aware that i can never do that, mon soleil." said the boy with braided golden tresses as he gently swayed you, twirling you around as the long silky fabric that adorned your figure beautifully danced around the two of you, creating an illusion of a celestial dance that came from a fairy tale. from another's eyes, the two star-crossed lovers resembled a diamond carving of two dancers whose brilliance will always shine in the darkest corners of the world.

this world was not their home, and neither was the castle that had long been abandoned for centuries and centuries ago. yet in the premises of its grand structure, the world seemed timeless, as if it was only the two star-crossed lovers against the world.

UNDER A MOONLESS NIGHT

... you can find three adventurers who voyage world to world to find a home, but deep down, they know home isn't a place without the other as their souls had long been connected with a gentle thread that tethers them together.

the strings between the two star-crossed lovers were inevitably stronger, like two ties between two soulmates. the sister who watches the two was ecstatic, her brother was happy with the one he loves and she was grateful that his lover has a good heart, mutually seeing each other as siblings who care for one another like how a sister does to her younger sibling.

"come on now, you know this isn't fair!" came the boy with golden tresses, playfully whining at his lover and sister. in response, the two only laughed as they enjoyed the crêpes in their possessions. "this is what happens when you oversleep brother! come on, we're not leaving this world any time soon, we can get another one tomorrow!"

"she's right, ma lune. we have all the time in our hands! besides, crêpes are a universal food, we can always buy more in the next world." said the lover with a lovely smile as the sister grins, "unless they weren't made yet!"

the boy with golden tresses grumbled before playfully fighting with his sister, this elicited a laugh from three adventurers who voyage world to world. not to search for a new home, but rather, to experience the limitless possibilities with the ones they love together.

UNDER A MOONLESS NIGHT

... where you can find the soleil who settled in the fields of inteyvats, playing with the beautiful flowers of a godless kingdom. truly a sight for sore eyes, warmly thought the traveler as he took in the sight of his lover in the field of flowers as shooting stars flew in the sky.

the sky was bright, as if it wasn't night. truthfully, there was nothing more unearthly than the illogical upbringings of a newfound world, and those were the things that the three adventurers appreciated when traversing through different worlds.

some were common while some were unusual yet struck a cord of a heavenly sensation. they've seen far worse things than the ones they had recently encountered but endured it, hand to hand, with just the three of them against the world.

"why are you just standing there?" you called out with a light chuckle before gesturing the traveler, welcoming him in your quiet space, "come here...

aether!"

like a backlash, time flowed once again yet the clockwork seemed to move faster, resulting in the blur of time in the traveler's perception. aether wanted to move, he had to, yet why did it feel like he had been shackled down by his own torment?

in a written book, the previous chapters were all glorious tales of three adventurers, the two being star-crossed lovers. they travel from world to world where it is just the three of them against any mighty forces they encounter, and in the end, they have always stood victorious.

so why? what had made the author of Destinies so cruel to have the three glorious adventurers separated, stripped of their power, and defeated in the final battle?

aether knew he couldn't do anything, he watches you in frozen terror as your figure dissipates to thin air, leaving behind a trail blue particles, mouthing six words that had shattered his reality beyond repair.

"i'm sorry... i... broke our promise..."

the screams of his sister were silent in his world, he just couldn't grasp the notion of something so unreal, time stopped once more yet the feelings he felt wasn't one of love or happines.

it was of grief and sorrow.

the boy with golden tresses promised to never leave his star-crossed lover, yet the one who left at the end was the lover themselves. what an ironic promise.

— © wr.shannie created on 9.01.23 finished on 9.01.23

do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!

[ratsonas]

was trying to find if these people had a copy of clair de lune by chance and instead i struck gold

[tgrailwar-zero]

Alright, sorry for doubting you, Kuku! Let's give em' the good ol Mayan One Punch!

With a cheer and a speed like an incoming missile, KUKULKAN dashed forth, swinging her fist forward.

"Okay, here I go!"

It made contact, with a heavy thud and a resonating clang, causing a shockwave to explode outward from the place of contact. However...

The fist itself was blocked by the flat of LUNE's blade, stopping it in it's tracks. However, the most notable part was the way that the mana seemed to completely disperse from KUKULKAN's fist as soon as it got close, being completely gone when it struck. The brief flicker of a magic circle could be seen surrounding LUNE, as they tilted their head back with a smile.

"Oh, woooow. What was that thing you said about your mana being too high?"

[ You triggered LUNE's high-ranking 'Magic Resistance', reducing your 4 damage to 0! Servants have differing Magic Resistance at differing ranks, reducing the amount of damage that mana-based skills to do them! However, with KUKULKAN's EX-Rank Mana, all types of Magic Resistance can be temporarily shattered as a bonus effect with a 'Spectacular Success'! You'll encounter Servants with a large number of skills that can either boost their performance or hinder yours, Magic Resistance being one of the most common. Learning your enemies skills as you fight can control the tide of battle! ]

It seems like they were goading you into using your mana...

They slashed back with their sword, forcing KUKULKAN back.

"En garde! Oh, was I supposed to say that before we started fighting? Oops!"

[ KUKULKAN took 3 damage! KUKULKAN has 4 health remaining! ]

HISTORIA smiled proudly at the display.

"Lune is physically the weakest of all of us 'Sabers', but they counteract that with having a wide variety of special abilities. So, regarding trick skills and magical items, they're actually one of the most dangerous. Hence why I banned True Name releases. If they had done that, then K would have to give up using her mana completely."

The DOCTOR raised an eyebrow.

"…You called that rule for the sake of 'K', not your friend?"

Shrugging slightly, HISTORIA chuckled.

"I don't know how powerful 'K' is, but with the amount of pure magical weaponry that Lune is stocked with, I'd rather keep our first duel cordial. But Lune's talk of the 'King's Pressure' isn't just nonsense, but the application of His Majesty's special skill, 'Ceremonial Reformation', boosting the efficacy of all those who pledge fealty to him. Eccentricities aside, Lune's fighting as a holy paladin should, with a number of dangerous tools under their belt."

HISTORIA: "So it also sends a message- that Saber is, and will always be, the most powerful class. After all, if the weakest of us can compete as a true threat, then His Majesty's strength is to be respected."

"Yep! I'm your shining, holy bunny knight, Saber Lune! In the name of the moon and His Majesty, I'll rough you up real good! Ehehehe!"

KUKULKAN raised her fists again with a smile, ready to step in for another blow.

"Ehehe… is that so…?"

[ KUKULKAN's 'Golden Sea of Trees Travelogue' skill allows her to develop as she fights, 'learning through contact' and causing a new effect each 'round' of battle! This round, the damage done by her 'STR' moves is increased by 1! ]

Statistics:

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: EX

Luck: A

NP: B++

Current Health: 4/7

Current Mana: 11/13

[forgetmenotcollective]

eres mi norte y mi sur - hoy

oh my god! have you listened to me lately? / lately, I've been fucking crazy / there are some nights I wait for someone to save us / but I never look inward, tried not to look upward / and some nights I pray a sign is gonna come to me / but usually, I'm just trying to get some sleep - some nights (intro)

hello! we're the ghost town collective aka the forget-me-not collective! we are a DID collective!

you may know us as pepper or @summerspectre, this is our general sysblog :) we do art and writing sometimes, which you can find on @alltheghosties! we generally use they/she pronouns, but we do have a couple he/hims knocking around in there!

please keep syscourse away from this blog!

past cut —

i. our hosts

ii. partner systems

iii. all ghost town blogs

and I'll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong / as the final words before I'm dead and gone / you've never been so divine in accepting your defeat / and I've never been more scared to be alone / if love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep / then I'm putting out the lantern, find your own way back home - folkin' around

one must imagine sisyphus happy - albert camus

i. hosts / most frequent fronters

*as a collective, we have six "hosts," who serve as our most frequent fronters. in reality, there may be a "true host," but since all six of the following front with similar fluctuating frequencies, it's easiest to call them all hosts.

*all "in two words, described as..." sections are words given by @thelavendersys & @bundleofnerium

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eden: in two words, described as loyal & resilient

eden (any pronouns, subscribes to anarchagenderism), formed in november 2022, is at the moment, our main pilot— she handles physical pain management as well as expresses our autistic symptoms with the least masking, undoing several years of repression and deeply rooted learned standards of behavior. she is an introject of c!technoblade and cc!technoblade & is source neutral. she is married to @dreamsjournals & deeply cares for our partner systems in a variety of ways. once she latches onto you, she will hardly ever turn away. her blog — @ladybladewastaken , @gardenofautism

now i see intentions don't mean much - the craving, tøp

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matthew: in two words, described as steadfast & diligent

matthew (he/they/lune) is one of the oldest and evolved members of our system, being with us as a child to guide us and keep us safe to now being a host who is deeply integrated into our history and future. once he was mr. pickles, a centaur & our childhood friend, before changing shape to suit our needs— today is he is a mix of c!ranboo, cc!ranboo, genloss!ranboo, and other simpler variations. he is married to @tommyprimepath as of december 27th, 2023, and with the slip of an elbow, two trucks by lemon demon became their famous wedding song as it blared mid-ceremony. his blog — @ranbooo

maybe on a sunny day / you might have some things to say / but if you don't, that's okay - struck by lightning, sara kays

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juno: in two words, described as caring and compassionate

juno, or june (she/love), who properly formed in october of 2022, is a secondary host but still frequent enough as a fronter to be considered part of the "hocon" (or, three main hosts,) which consists of her, eden, and matthew. she is a c!quackity, q!quackity, k!quackity & cc!quackity introject and is married to @lookuponmyworksanddespair. she is the mom friend of her spaces, "adopting" friends playfully, and also taking in those who need maternal support, internally and externally. ella puede hablar en español con fluidez y este es muy interesante porque nuestro sistema no lo puede hablar con fluidez todo el tiempo. su blog — @thehousethatalwayswins

because you're loving, loving, loving me better - under the weather

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chora: in two words, described as determined & formidable

chora (she/he/disc), discovered in january of 2022, is one of the oldest alters still similar to how she was when we discovered her— though notably more mellow. simultaneously, she has been host for the longest, and been with to juniper of @thelavendersys since april of 2022 in our longest intersystem relationship. she is a c!tommy introject, as well as an introject of ethan from the hatchetfield series done by starkid. she is known best by our long term friends, who might note her determination to help others and fight for what is necessary. her blog — @tmmyflower

only consistency in your periphery is fear and the bridge of your nose - oldies station, tøp

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angelo: in two words, described as laidback and dynamic

foolish, or angelo (he/she) is our resident foolish introject. he is kind, artistic, and excellent company if you're searching for a good, casual friend. he is partners with eret of @blubellsys & wilbur @lookuponmyworksanddespair, as well as vegetta of his source. he is sourced by c!foolish, cc!foolish, q!foolish, shad of minecraft diaries, and is a factive of someone who taught us a lot about ourselves. you can catch him lounging by any pool or lake if we're going it solo, he is our resident aquatic totem after all! blog — @totemgod

teach me how to fight / I'll show you how to win / you're my mortal flaw / and I'm your fatal sin - warrior, beth crowley

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atticus: in two words, described as stubborn and authentic

atticus, or philza (he/him) formed to help our system manage the effects of guilt and rsd, and as time has gone on, his nonchalance and ease at life has elevated him to a host position. he is a big ol simp for his wife @taughtranboopronouns, and he loves his kids deeply. he is a c!phil, q!phil, wwtltysts!phil and cc!phil introject, as well as an introject of grace chasity (starkid) & orpheus (hadestown). fun little clusterfuck, eh? blog — @kristinsmalewife

standing in the balance of complete and incomplete / I identify the echo of what is and what will be - creature, half·alive

ii. partner systems

*as a collective, we observe polyamorous habits regarding partner systems. these will be listed in alphabetical order!

@blubellsys — partner system of 2 years, /r & /p dynamics — don't let the bluebell fool you, they are as warm as the atlantic and as influential as the undertow.

@thelavendersys — partner system of 2.5 years, /r & /p dynamics — they are as lavender as their name suggests, powerful yet relaxing, safe and worth growing with. worth choosing.

@bundleofnerium — /p partner system, /p dynamics — the nerium is a powerful flower; don't let their petals fool you. they are a force of passion and love unlike any other!

iii. blogs

*if you're in this far i salute you actually... thinking you actually are interested /silly

@ranbooo - matt, he/they, introject of c!ranboo, c!ghostboo, cc!ranboo, gen0!ranboo, etc.

@thehousethatalwayswins, @trophywifequackity - juno, she/love, introject of c!quackity, cc!quackity, q!quackity, and k!quackity

@ladybladewastaken, @gardenofautism - eden, any pronouns, introject of c!technoblade and cc!technoblade

@tmmyflower - chora, she/he/disc, introject of c!tommyinnit and ethan green (starkid)

@minecraftjukebox - thor, any pronouns excluding she/her, introject of c!tommyinnit and hello minutes man!tommy

@dapduos - philippa, she/her, non introject

@dreamsmile - minerva/duchenne, she/it, introject of c!dream

@kristinsmalewife - philza/atticus, he/him, introject of c!philza, q!philza, hardcore!philza, cc!philza, orpheus (hadestown), grace chasity (starkid), etc.

@conflores - florence, she/he, introject of purpleza

@snailbur - nova/wilbur rose, she/her, introject of c!wilbur, @/sootsunrise

@thatbubblegumbitch - kita, she/he/they, introject of q!jaiden

@qslimecicle - charlie, any pronouns, introject of c!slimecicle, q!slimecicle, cc!slimecicle, genloss!slimecicle, etc.

@trophywifetubbo - tubbo, she/he, introject of c!tubbo, q!tubbo, cc!tubbo, etc.

@anorpaw - anora, she/lotus, introject of c!quackity

@queenofcapybaras -leonarda, she/he, introject of q!leo (supervised account)

@pancakehat - empanada, she/her, introject of q!empanada (supervised account)

@viennasoot - vienna/tallulah, she/her, introject of q!tallulah (supervised account)

@thefrenchsniper - adeline/pomme, she/her, introject of q!pomme (supervised account)

@imortarlyson - richas, any pronouns, introject of q!richarlyson (supervised account)

@elquackitys - isabela, they/she, introject of q!elquackity and the protagonist of the game presentable liberty

@totemgod - angelo/foolish, he/she, introject of c!foolish, q!foolish, cc!foolish, @/god-of-sea (partial), shad (mcd)

@muffinheaded - semele/badboyhalo, he/him, introject of c!badboyhalo, q!badboyhalo, and cc!badboyhalo

@literallypurple - michael afton, he/him, michael afton introject

@littlemisssorry - sorry, pronouns depend, introject of several characters

@g-n-f - george/luca, he/him, introject of c!george, heatwaves!george, cc!george, good morning gogy!george, etc.

@redstonemachines - awesamdude, he/they/it, introject of c!awesamdude and cc!awesamdude

[catsafarithewriter]

Day 1: Musicals/Music

A/N: Day 1 of the bday bash, let's give it up for day 1 of the bday bash! This was a very late addition to my line up, and was fueled entirely by the image of Baron performing Be Our Guest from Disney's Beauty and the Beast (with Toto as the voice of reason). So this is a BatB AU, but one where Baron is a cursed bystander, not the Beast, and is set at the Be Our Guest part of the plot. Enjoy!

x

It had been nearly five years since the curse had struck, and Toto Morrigan had almost become fond of his corvid form in the intervening time.

This was just as well, since the chances of the curse being broken was dwindling by the day, thanks to the feline-shaped spanner in the works which was Baron. Toto hadn't known much about Baron Humbert von Gikkingen pre-curse, except that he had been a minor noble with a unintentionally charming smile and an affinity for light magic.

Unfortunately, the curse hadn't dimmed either. (Although Toto himself had stopped being distracted by That Damn Smile about two minutes into regularly having to deal with Baron's shenanigans, it still tended to catch the unwary by butterfly-accompanied surprise.)

"I'm surprised by you, Toto," the aforementioned noble said, in the kind of tone that made it quite clear 'surprised' was gentleman speak for 'disappointed'. The look would have been a smit more impressive had he not been a foot-tall cat in a morning suit. "Here we have Haru, a young woman in need of a meal, and you are hesitant to help?"

"It's not the meal part I object to," Toto said. "Rather it's the execution of it I worry for." He shuffled his wings in an attempt to disperse his frustration. "Need I remind you that if any of us wish to be human again, then we need this young woman to fall madly in love with Prince Lune?"

"It'll be somewhat difficult for her to fall madly in love with anyone if she starves to death first."

"One missed meal is not going to starve her;  could we please skip the dramatics?"

"Hunger rarely makes one amenable to romantic advances."

"Fine. Fine." Toto scowled as much as his beak would allow. It was one of the few privileges of humanity he regularly missed. That, and opposable thumbs. "But for all our sakes, keep it low-key, please–"

"Of course." Baron grinned. "But what's a meal without a little music?" And he swung into the dining room with a tap of his cane before Toto could stop him. Toto glimpsed a flash of Baron's light magic just as the door fell shut between them.

Distantly, he heard music rising up, and wondered how far in advance Baron had prepared this nonsense.

Deciding that he'd probably at least see what the damage was, he slipped into the room just as a trio of feline acrobatics (he was fairly certain they had originally been a couple of stable lads and the head groom) flip in time to the music, the light show shimmering through a glass stained window and bathing the room in mesmerising, geometric colours. Their guest looked suitably starry-eyed.

Unfortunately, it was aimed solely at Baron. 

Heavy padded paws, which Toto had come to know well since the curse, stepped up behind him. "You do realise we need her to fall for the prince, right?" Muta grunted.

Toto dignified that with an unintelligible grumble.

"Right. Good to know." There was a dubious pause. "Did ya think to tell him that?"

"I tried," Toto said.

"And?"

"I think he was too excited to perform his light show in front of a new audience." Toto watched as a mime appeared, a sphinx cat who had been responsible for the palace's paperwork until everyone in said palace had been transformed into various beasts. "Just how long has he been organising all this?"

"All of ten minutes, I think."

Toto looked back at his companion, and it was then he discovered Muta was wearing a magician's cape. "Oh no, not you too."

"What?"

"I would've thought you'd have more sense than to get tied up in all of this."

Muta snorted. "Well, that's a filthy lie. We both know your expectations for me are way lower than that."

Despite everything, Toto gave a quickly-curtailed caw. "True, but still – how is any of this going to help Prince Lune break the spell?"

Muta shrugged. "Maybe this ain't about breaking the spell. It's been a weird five years–"

"Four and eleven months," Toto amended, because that extra month meant all the differnce when it came to the curse's deadline.

"Fine. Four and eleven months, and folk need to blow off some steam. Show off. Have some fun. You do know what fun is, birdbrain?"

"I'm fairly certain my sense of humour was taken with the curse," Toto said dryly, but he felt a ghost of a smile his beak wouldn't allow.

"Oh, so you did have one? I'm shocked." Muta straightened as Baron motioned to him with a subtle gesture of the head. "Eh, that's my cue. Don't forget to clap at the end," he said, and winked as he swept forward to take centre stage.

Begrudgingly, Toto stuck around to witness the rest of the show, and he began to realise it was perhaps more impromptu than he'd initially believed. The song played by the two-bit orchestra (instruments and players rusty, but passable) was, now Toto put his ear to it, simply a traditional waltz sped up, with Baron apparently possessing some very impressive ad-libbing skills when it came to lyrics. Each performer was given their time to shine, and fared better than Toto would have expected in fitting their respective skill to the music. (Even if Muta's surprisingly adept sleight-of-paw left Toto wondering if he'd ever applied it to pickpocketing.)

And when the music finally wound down and Baron left the scene with a final flare of light and a bow, Haru was smiling for the first time since she'd arrived at the cursed palace.

Baron found Toto with an ease which implied he'd been aware of the crow's presence for a while. "There, you see?" Baron said. He looked far too pleased with himself. "No problems. I don't think Lune even noticed, and our guest is finally looking more at home here. There's hope for breaking the curse yet."

It was times like this which Toto missed having the ability to shake someone by the shoulders. He thought of the charming grin Baron had thrown Haru's way and her ensuing flushed cheeks, and then he decided such thoughts weren't conductive to things like his blood pressure or Baron's life expectancy.

It was just as well that Toto liked his avian form, he thought, because it didn't look like Haru was going to be breaking the curse any time soon.