#magic within squad

[cherubscherry]

Jayvik nation I need opinions for my most beloved and babygirl AU I am cursed with visions of.... The Hex-Files AU.

I'm plagued by it constantly I mean LISTEN LISTEN, it's perfect!!! Jayce "Spooky" Talis, laughing stock of the FBI for his eccentric and esoteric interests!! Left down in the basement with a bunch of unsolvable cases that he lovingly keeps trying to solve case he KNOWS that shit is Magic/Paranormal!! He's completely OBSESSED, and also has not a lot of people skills given, well, his obsession.

Viktor having annoyed enough higher ups with his desire to actually be in the field for FBI work and the higher ups condescendingly taking one look at his leg and cane then going "No <3" before sending him down to the Hex-Files unit to "reign in" their little """rouge""" agent. Thinking so smugly they are 2 birds 1 stoning it. He's sooooo mad, he's smart, and capable, and if SOMEONE would just let him actually HELP PEOPLE he'd be SO GOOD AT IT Actually, OBVIOUSLY. The hubris <3.

Mulder and Scully's first meeting IS so Jayvik coded I'm right and I will NOT accept criticism.

Their first meeting starting off on the wrong foot??? With Jayce on the defensive but when they both are like, genuinely invested in their unit Actually??? Whoops wrong move Head Office these two are Insufferable now actually and will enable each others most Unhinged tendencies. In 1 case (more like in just their first meeting) they became ride or die and joined at the hip. I love them, they are haunting my dreams.

Also the name Hex Files??? It's perfect!!! Don't trust your government (Council)??? It was meant to be!!! It's doomed me in the narrative!!! Now I have to like.... plan stuff and figure out long term story lines, I'm ruined!!! I'm in shambles!!! I'm overcome with love and excitement!!! My head is in my hands I am sick!!!

[meelusinee]

A WHIMSICAL DEAL | T.N NOTT X READER

word count \ 1.6k | fluff and stuff | slash / theodore nott x reader

in which theodore meets you at a Slytherin party and can’t get you out of his head author's note at the end!

A WHIMSICAL DEAL | THEODORE NOTT X READER

Theodore hasn’t set up a Slytherin party in almost a month because of exams.

That was something that had to change.

He and Mattheo had snuck into Honeydukes through the Hidden Eye passage, The barrel was hard to lift, but easy to sneak into the dorms under a simple Illusion Charm.

The tables were hidden in a small hole in the wall Lorenzo made, his expertise in bartending coming in handy as he set up a minibar for the party. No free drinks would ever pass under his eye, not unless either him or his friends wanted a good lay-in for the night.

For the most part, it was Slytherins at this party. Either that, or houses that were in the know.

Luna Lovegood was the most recent addition to the Slytherin’s main party squad. Ever since her and Blaise began dating, she started to visit the parties more and more to help set up and clean. While Mattheo and Theo weren’t so sure about it at first, the drink combinations she ended up making had gotten at least 20 more party-goers.

One of them being you.

Theodore had noticed you almost as soon as you entered the Common Room. You had a certain aura about you that he just couldn’t not notice, elegance he had never seen in anyone else he ever met in his life.

He had almost dropped his drink right then and there, quickly regaining his composure as he approached you. Enzo was going to have a field day with him. “Can I get you a drink, lovely?”

“A drink?” you giggled softly, hand resting on your hip. You looked so magical within the Slytherin lighting, something almost ethereal or radiant shining off of you. “I believe that you have Whorpflasters whispering in your ears.”

“Whorpflasters?” Theo asked incredulously, voice coming out more nervous than he intended.

“Yes, Whorpflasters!” you repeated, nodding slowly. “They’re very rude. Usually they whisper insecurities in your mind, especially around settings you’re not particularly comfortable with. Are you okay with being at this part?”

“Uh,” he whispered, a small blush creeping on his face. “Yeah, I’m good here.”

“Perhaps it’s exams.” you nodded, patting his head. “I think that you passed them with flying colors, if the Querbs following you are any tell.”

Theo nodded incredulously at that, watching you smile that whimsical smile before you walked off to get a drink. Enzo had winked at him when he saw you walking over, pointing his head to Blaise and Luna standing over his shoulder.

“Theodore, hello!” Luna said to him. She had whimsy about her too, though it just wasn’t the same as yours. Nothing he could think of seemed to compare to you.

“Hey there Luna.” he nodded, swallowing a bit of his drink before looking back at you.

“Have you met Y/N?” Luna asked, waving to Blaise as he walked off to talk to Mattheo and Draco.

“Uh,” he whispered, staring at you before looking back. “Yeah, yeah I met her. She said that I have Whorpflasters in my ear from exams, and Querbs following me around.”

“Well, do you?” Luna asked, her head leaning back and forth as she seemingly examined him.

“I have no idea what Querbs even are.” Theo whispered, hopelessly looking back at you again. You were standing at the end of the bar waiting for your drink, completely out of place yet fitting in all at the same time.

“They’re spirits attracted to intelligence.” Luna said to him simply, taking a small sip of her drink. “Though it seems that you’re also being visited by their cousins, Uerbs. Rather recently too.”

“The difference being?” Theo asked, looking at Luna incredulously.

“They follow people who have fallen in love.” Luna smiled, raising her glass slightly before walking over to where you were standing at the bar.

Theo was screwed.

“Luna said that you wanted to talk to me.”

Theo turned around as soon as he heard your voice, blinking in confusion when he saw you.

The both of you were currently in the library, Theo standing by one of the windows while he waited for Blaise. Blaise, who was supposedly meant to be meeting him for a small party reconstruction.

He quickly realized that this meeting was not about party reconstruction. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of it though.

“Oh,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I wanted to ask you about Querbs.”

“Oh, Querbs!” you said, clasping your hands together. “Yes, they’re creatures from intelligence. They’re said to come from Phoenixes, their ashes are full of life and often produce a spark of it. It’s very miniscule and hard to detect, especially with the increasing levels of Phoenix endangerment.”

“That sounds very dangerous.” Theo agreed, subconsciously pulling a chair out for you before sitting down himself. “Why is that?”

“Well, that’s because of their feathers.” you explained to him. “Poachers love the fire they create, oftentimes a small lint from the feather can be used in extremely dangerous bombs. Two single feathers could blow up half of Hogwarts if the bomb is made correctly.”

“That’s,” he paused. “Really powerful.”

“Very much so.” you nodded. “Querbs come from those small sparks that feather lints leave. Of course, there’s also Uerbs. And then there are Xuerbs, but those are rare.”

He had heard about Uerbs, and quite frankly did not want to approach that topic. “What are Xuerbs?”

“They’re like baby Dementors in a sende.” you hummed. “Like Whorpflasters, but worse.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant,” he said. “Is it?”

“No.” you shook your head. “But, there are much more pleasant creatures out there. Liborati are rather unique, they feel off of herbal plants in a way that is often rather good for them.”

Theo smiled softly as you explained how Liborati helped plants develop magical energy, and eventually went into more details about Querbs. He watched as you pulled out small books and read him passages, clearly very enthusiastic to explain this all to someone.

Theo questioned whether anyone else had ever bothered to listen, though he felt his brain short-circuit the moment your hand met his.

Maybe Uerbs weren’t so bad after all.

Theo and Luna currently were at the linrary together, both of them having been sent on a mission to get snacks for a sick Blaise. Why Theo was invited, he wasn’t sure.

“How are you and Y/N coming along?”

Now he was sure.

“What exactly is meant to be coming along between us?” Theo asked curiously, his hands in his pockets as he walked.

It had only been a week since he met you at the party, but he had already fallen head over heels. It was absolutely impossible to hide from anyone who truly knew him, especially since he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

No matter where he went, he couldn’t not think of you. Drinking, partying, sleeping, or doing schoolwork, you were always there on his mind. Sometimes he’d pretend that he was talking to you in order to keep himself sane, repeating your ramble on Uerbs and Querbs and Whorpflasters in his mind for hours at a time.

Even still, he hadn’t particularly asked you anything. Just about things you liked.

“You have more Uerbs developing by the second whenever you hang out with her, I found an infestation of them near your pillow.” Luna said. “Do you dream of her that often?”

“What is it with you two and being able to read people through creatures?” Theo groaned, looking down at the floor as he spoke. “Me and her are, well, I’m working on it. I can’t see things like you do, so you’re going to have to give me a moment.”

“You are quite lost.” Luna said calmly, her hands moving to open the door to Honeydukes. “I felt you’d want to know she has Uerbs following her around too. They’ve grown quite fond of you.”

Theo sighed softly as he stomped his foot a bit impatiently, hoping that nobody else would walk out of the tower but you.

He was currently standing in front of the doors of the Ravenclaw Tower. Or at least, what would be a door. It was a statue of a bird which obnoxiously asked riddles he didn’t have any time for, so he offered to stand and wait for you.

Though that idea seemed to be wearing off completely. That was until you walked out

“Theo?” you asked, your eyes darting up and down him. He had done his hair just a bit nicer than usual. He was wearing a suit, albeit rather tame, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Along with all of that, he somehow seemed to find a limited edition of the book you had been wanting to read for ages, a signature from the author directly on the cover.

“I want to take you out on a date.” he whispered, holding the objects out to you. There was a large blush covering his face, eyes darting to the floor. “Will you, maybe, go on a date with me?”’

“Theo, I,” you whispered, looking at him incredulously before giggling softly. “Have you noticed my Uerbs too then?”

“I,” he whispered before nodding as he remembered what Luna said. “Yeah, I did.”

“I would love to go out with you.” you smiled, that whimsical smile that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. “Where did you want to go?”

“I made a dinner reservation, about two hours from now.” he whispered, smiling genuinely once you said yes. You had said yes. You had said yes.”

“Let me get ready then. Give me just twenty minutes or so.” you smiled, before turning back around to get ready. Theo chuckled at the sounds of your small yet excited squeals.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

guys. i don’t have. my fancy smancy dividers.

for some reason my phone hates downloading transparent pngs from tumblr and aleays adds a white background, which is absolutely not tolerable at ALL, and managing these lines were also really hard as well for some reason? the images always summon at the bottom so you have to drag them, which wasn’t easy with the size.

but we pulled through guys. GUYS WE DID IT YAYAYAYAYYYY

AS ALWAYS, please like, comment, and reblog! i hope you lovelies had a fantastic day, and i shall write to you some other time. bye guys!

[dystopyx-blog]

Hi hi hun! Hope I’m not bugging you but I’d love to hear your opinion on the yandere Twst boys and who is willing to share darling/me/Yuu. I see so much sentiment about yanderes never sharing/teaming up but I just don’t get it. Some characters have such tight friendships, or fill what the other lacks, that I see them working together so well! Like sure you could divide them by dorm, kinda obvious, but then there are other less thought of team ups that could be fun. I’ve seen on here what’s dubbed as the number 2 squad (Leona, Jamil, and Vil) and I think that could be a relatively healthy (maybe a little competitive) team up. Others that come to mind, Jack and Vil, music club, and the four house husbands (Trey, Ruggie, Jamil, and Jade). Like teaming up means darling always has SOMEONE watching them. One may be better at comforting/calming darling, while another is more sly and can manipulate them better. There’s just so many fun combos you could play with! I’d love to hear what you think!

Remember to take care of yourself. Drink water, eat a snack, and stretch! Have a great day! 😊

Ty for the lovely ask, darl’ 🥺

Okay! Let's start with the team ups within each house!

HEARTSLABYUL

Ace and Deuce -- obviously. They're your first friends in the school (aside from Grim, but he doesn't count), the only people they hang out with aside from you is each other. They bicker, but they also understand that it's more advantageous for them to work together. Ace still teases Deuce and I think both of them still Daydream of getting you to themselves, but you've taught them the magic of teamwork and, unfortunately, you taught them well.

Riddle and Trey -- Childhood friends. Like with what we know of their story, I feel that Trey in particular would be willing to share with Riddle. And they're pretty well balanced as a yandere team. With them there is no cut "good cop/bad cop." Yes, Riddle is strict, but he's also so very baby, yknow? With his raging mommy issues, I imagine he's the type who would love to be coddled by his darling. Trey is that older brother type, so of course he knows when and how to put his foot down, but he's also so so so sweet and gentle. Riddle is definitely more likely to dole out punishments, though.

Cater -- he doesn't need to teamup to have the power of numbers on his side.

All 5 -- Riddle doesn't just watch over you, but also the others lol. He creates a schedule and rules for the members of this yandere team to follow so they can work as a well oiled machine to care for and share you. Ace is the most likely to see you even when its not his scheduled time. Deuce is a suck up who always tries to earn your favor, VERY easy to manipulate and get favors from. Trey is very sweet, but incredibly difficult to manipulate. Cater is a schemer who would probably plan an escape with you to keep you to himself. And as I already said, Riddle is the one who keeps everyone in check.

SAVANNACLAW

Ruggie and Leona -- again, a fairly obvious one. Ruggie already works under Leona for table scraps, of course he'll work with him for you. Leona acts top dog in the relationship, and gets first dibs with you, but what that really means is that any time you're not with Leona, Ruggie is making up for lost time. Like in the Heartslabyul team up, Riddle makes sure to schedule breaks/alone time for you. You don't get that here, you are always with one of them. Your "alone time" is when Leona sleeps.

All 3 -- basically just Leona and Ruggie throwing Jack a bone (heheh). In this one you can technically get some sort of alone time, cuz if you talk it over with Jack, he'd be willing to give up some of his time with you to make sure you can rest up.

OCTAVINELLE

Octotrio -- or as I prefer, the seafood polycule. I already did a whole separate post just talking about them lol, but you got twins and childhood besties and they're also business partners, like these boys know how to work together and share.

SCARABIA

HA fuckin unlikely. Even if Jamil does have the patience to share a darling with Kalim, I just -- like I'd feel too bad to write it. Like let him have this one thing, I am not going to make Jamil share his darling with Kalim, ESPECIALLY because darling would probably cozy up to Kalim more because delusional sunshine yanderes are the easiest to manipulate.

POMEFIORE

Rook and Vil -- these two barely even need to verbally communicate, when it comes to their darling they are on the same wavelength, which makes them a formidable team up. Like they got systems in place that just happen naturally, no need to discuss. For example, if you run away, Rook hunts you, Vil punishes you. They just work.

ALL 3 -- Vil lets Epel join in so long as he behaves. Epel would be the easiest to manipulate, but Vil keeps the both of you in check. Despite Epel's negative feelings towards Vil, Vil and Rook can turn Epel on you just as you turn Epel on them. Epel isn't completely stupid, if he finds out you're taking advantage of him, it will not be pretty or cute.

IGNIHYDE

Ortho would definitely platonically help out. You make his big brother so happy, and you make the perfect older sister for him!!

DIASOMNIA

Silver and Sebek -- calm n loud. Basically their relationship with Malleus but transferred into yanderes + darling.

A part of me can see Lilia teaming up with Silver but I don't like thinking about it for too long

All 4 -- The situation in the Diasomnia group is basically understood as you are with Malleus, but you are allowed to also see the other 3. Like the other three are side pieces. Malleus is sharing with his boys. You gotta share with your boys.

MIX N MATCH

The Freshies -- Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek -- freshies gotta look out for each other, right? And that's what they're doing. Looking out for you.

The Discord Mods -- Azul and Idia. If Idia were to team up with any one person, I think it'd be Azul. Like in Azul's lab wear vignette, Azul was the only one Idia felt comfortable enough to ask for help from. I can imagine them scheming together in their club teehee.

The Overblotters -- they all realized they share one thing in common... no, not overblot, you! They all share you! They swear that you are their cure, the only thing to keep them stable. So you kinda have to stay with them, for safety reasons.

The House Wardens -- it's the overblotters but switch out Jamil with Kalim. And it makes all the difference, having the sunshine boy involved, istg. The housewardens deserve something nice, right? That something being you ofc.

The vice house wardens -- including Ruggie. A lot of them are very tired and just want quiet darling time, and the ones that aren't tired make darling feel tired enough to be quiet for quiet darling time.

Leona and Rook -- Leona did not consent to this, but there's not much he can do. Especially since Rook is happy not only to do most of the physical labor involved in caring for a darling, but also to stand by as Leona gets Darling time. It's weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved.

The light music club -- they spend most of their club time talking about you tbh. Also please don't listen to closely to any lyrics of the songs they write...

Basketball boys -- imagine going to their practice to support Ace. Ace brags to them about how close he is with you. But then now when Floyd isn't in the mood to ball, he'll chat it up with you. One day Floyd just asks "you what if we took them." And then they do.

These are just the basics, but I'd be happy to go into more detail on a group/pairing if asked to!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

book 7 part 9 thoughts!!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 9 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

Kind of a short update this time! It spans parts 140 to 157.

As a reminder, only Vil is following Yuu and co. into the next dream. This is because traveling around with too many people may cause a bug in Idia’s dream hacking and/or it may make it easier for Malleus to notice them.

They land in Kalim’s dream!! There is a segment where Vil freaks out about falling and we get to see his cute squeaky-voiced vulnerable side again. (Yes, the others tease him about it 😂)

They use DREAM FORM CHANGE to swap between dorm uniform (for combat) and school uniform (for general interactions within the dream).

And this new location is…

HUH WHATm/s tHIS?????

It seems like the Scalding Sands, but we’ve never seen this before.

OOP THEre’S THE BOY

Those colors look really good on him!! But the hat looks like it’s floating or sitting on just the scalp… It feels like maybe it should be further down on his head. (Sorry about the weird screenshot chsvskwguejsk)

Kalim doesn’t seem to recognize our squad, nor NRC. He says that he goes to Qasr Sultanate Academy (guess that’s where the name of his new uniform comes from). It is founded on the generous spirit of the Oasis’s Master (the Sultan). The school was established 2 years ago by his rich ass father, since this area did not have a magic school prior to that. THIS IS NEPOTISM AT ITS FINEST, FOLKS

***Note: "qasr" -> castle or palace, "sultanate" -> a place governed by a sultan!***

Idia reasons that Kalim might be this way to avoid the tragedies that play out at NRC. The dream is sheltering him…

Everyone is dying of heat, so Kalim uses his UM to give them cool drinking water. He also has some servants (no Jamil) bring the roof over to them to help them cool off???

BUT THEN jAMIL PULLS UP AnD

iT’S SO WEIRD, WhY’ShE SO PERKY AnD KIRAKIRA…………………… ……. …… …. … . ……. .. . … …. . . . HE;S SMILING TOO MUCH, IT;S SUS...... THIS iS wROng (Side note, those colors are also nice on him!)

Dream!Jamil explains that he was hired by Kalim’s father but that their families never cared about their different statuses. In this dream, they basically grew up as real childhood friends and always talk honestly with each other.

The group reminds Kalim that Jamil isn’t REALLY like this. Vil especially lays into him, roasting Jamil’s character and going into how untrustworthy he is, etc.

Jamil tries to keep Kalim in the dream by using Snake Whisper. Eventually Kalim has his breakthrough, which is where the Groovy for his new card comes from. He realizes that he believed in a false yet convenient Jamil, he cannot face him anymore.

WAHHHHH look at him 😭 He’s leaking like a faucet… but he’s also trying so hard to wipe away his tears, to be strong and stand on his own to fight against the fake Jamil! Let’s give him a round of applause, folks 👏

(This also means that there is potentially a pattern being established with these new limited main story cards; the Groovies will probably be the character crying as they have their realization that this world is a fake one. Does that mean… Crying J word next time??????? Maybe??? Or nah??? 😭 GOD PLEASE NO MY HEART WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT—)

Vil tells Kalim that he also did something embarrassing in his own dream so it’s fine. Kalim callously laughs when he hears about Vil bossing Neige around, then quickly apologies because he realizes he was supposed to deny how bad it is.

Kalim joins the party!! He says it feels weird because usually Jamil is the one to wake HIM up.

They hop into Jamil’s dream!! They appear to have landed in a Silk City bazaar. Ortho takes headcount of them like they’re students on a casual field trip, lol

Kalim enjoyed the jump but Vil seems to be having a hard time keeping up. Ortho and Silver will stay with Vil while the rest of them look for Jamil.

Yuu and co. fuck around in the market a little, getting coconut juice (well, Kalim buys 10 at once) and whatever. Guys… now is seriously NOT the time.

While giving them juice, the vendor suddenly becomes hostile towards Kalim and demands payment instead of letting him put it on his family’s tab.

OMG?????? Apparently in Jamil’s dream, the Al-Asims are broke and scam free stuff from the vendors 😭 WHILE JAMIL IS RICH AF

The vendor is calling the POLICE

Silver comes running to save the day!! He says he will pay for his friends and we avoid being hauled off to jail ✨

We continue our search for Jamil, deciding to trek to Kalim’s home in Silk City since that’s where the Vipers live irl. INSTEAD THEY FIND THIS DESOLATE PLACE (reusing the dried up oasis background)

A bystander explains that the Asim familt’s business failed so they had to give up their house. It got moved and repainted black and red… AND NOW JAMIL’S THE MASTER 💀

A guard comes to chase them off and recognizes Kalim as a servant. Turns out, the Vipers bought the old Asim home and employed them as servants to help them out.

… I saw this coming from a mile away, but the cringe of seeing it for myself is too much to bear…

LMAO????? Now we get a rhythmic/twistune of Yuu and co. marching in a parade with Jamil at the head of it.

WhAT YHE FUCK iS ThiS InTERIOR DESIGN, THAT’S LITERLLY A STatUE OF jAfAR DoING THE GOLFING SWING

Jamil is not enrolled in NRC; he is also enrolled in a new magic school called Jahir Sahar College (?).

***Note: "jahir" -> jewels, "sahar"/"sehri" -> wizard or magic!***

Jamil scolds Kaim for wearing a uniform of the wrong color and “corrects” it for him. Kalim casually says thank you but Jamil tells him it is, “JAMIL-SAMA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!” He reminds Kalim that the Asims owe the Vipers a debt so large that they cannot hope to repay it in their lifetime, so be sure to be useful to him.

… Bro is power tripping so hard 😭

Jamil becomes suspicious of us but Vil plays it off like we’re students come to research the Scalding Sands for a Film Club activity. He allows us to stay but backhanded comments that we look dumb so we won’t pose a threat.

Jamil then offers to give us a tour SiNCE HE’S THE STUDENT COUNCiL PRESIDENT (Rollo called he wants his title back). I’m guessing this is the case instead of him being dorm leader so Jamil is the ONLY top dog around.

Oh yeah!! Minor thing, magic carpet comes in at some point. Its its colors are closer to that of the magic carpet in the Aladdin film.

He orders Kalim to prepare a feast; Kalim provides water with Oasis Maker and grabs food from the kitchen—all of Jamil’s favorites! But no matter how eager to please he is, Jamil tells him off and makes remarks about how useless Kalim is 😔

xbshgejwgsowkw Yuu and co. are like “WOW, Jamil’s imagination is so strong so it’s going to be hard to wake him up!!” It’s okay, you can say he’s delusional/j

Jamil wavers a little because Kalim begins talking about their childhood memories. It’s stirring up his own recollections, and I think the dream’s interpretation of these evens is clashing with the reality that Kalim shares.

Blah blah blah

Dream!Kalim arrives to kiss Jamil’s ass :v aaand Jamil descends into the darkness…

What we see is a potential future in which Jamil succeeded in book 4; Azul and the Scarabia mobs are under his hypnotic influence… Kalim is gone… and Jamil plans to use the dirt Azul has collected to blackmail the other dorm leaders and take them down. (This lends credence to the idea of him being student council president in his dream because he wants to be the ONLY one in charge.)

LMAO????? Jamil shit talks the dorm leaders 💀 Like saying that no one likes Riddle anyway, how Leona is probably another lazy nepo baby, etc.

AnD THEN AfTER THE DoRM LEADERS HE’s PlANNING ON GOInG AfTER CROWlEY’S iRRESPONSibLE aSS 😭 Jamil has his sights set on ruling over the entire school…

AyO??????????

I THINK KALIM PUNCHED JAMIL AnD THEYmRE fISTFIGHTING?????? PLEASE, THIS IS PATHETIC

They shout about the things they hate the most about each other. Jamil hates Kalim’s optimism, Kalim finally FINALLY declares that he hates how two-faced Jamil is. It’s so intense even the hypnotized students are stunned????

Sebek wants to pummel Jamil too but Silver holds him back. His reasoning??? Sometimes people get emotionally charged and it’s better for them to let those out through their fists instead of their words.

I cannot believe that Silver Vanrouge in our lord 2024 really went, “No, no. Let them cook :)” 🤡

Kalim starts laughing because this is a unique experience to him?? Apparently he and Jamil never fought for real in the 17 years they knew each other. Jamil agrees and says if he neat Kalim up “irl” it would cause problems for everyone… and he realizes his wording and begins questioning the dream world because of that.

He finally wakes up! xbsnbsjwkwkwvdk Kalim is so excited his live 2D model is bouncing on the screen!

The goop returns and drags Jamil to a familiar scene where he OBs and then squares off against his Phantom, similar to what happened with Idia and Vil. Jamil calls his OB self pathetic and always looking for someone to blame. He now sees that view as narrow-minded and limiting.

His Phantom tries to goad him by likening their situation to being genies trapped in a dark and small space, existing to be used their entire lives and not being allowed the freedom they wish for. Admittedly, Jamil has pretty cool lines, saying he doesn’t like the Phantom forcing its own wishes on him. He’s reclaiming his freedom by renouncing the idea of pitying himself. He doesn’t plan to spend his whole life inside that lamp and his wallowing, he is going to make his own wishes come true—not 3 or 10 or 100, but every single one.

(Cue insane Jamil laughter here)

He of course gains the upper hand and rises victorious. Jamil tells Dream!Kalim that he is so polite and subservient it’s disgusting, then he uses Snake Whisper to send him away.

Jamil says there’s no point in changing roles or positions because ultimately the power to decide what happens is his and his alone. He also says he is not interested in power or freedom granted to him by someone else… He will take what he wants on his own! (Not sure why he’s announcing this when no one asked, but pop off I guess 😂 Vil gave a similar speech when he was facing his own demons, but shorter and I don’t think Idia just mumbled to himself before getting back in contact with Ortho.)

Meeting back up with Yuu and co., Jamil is added to the party! (Kalim tries to glomp him in a hug but Jamil expertly dodges ‘xbssvzjav$c(/?/)

Okay, so Vil is staying behind because he doesn’t feel well and doesn’t want to hold the group back. Kalim also stays behind because he’s still covered in bruises and such from fist fighting Jamil. This will probably be another pattern that occurs moving forward; only the OB boy moves on with the group.

Next time… Octavinelle’s dreams and maybe J word crying card 👀!

I think by this time, we already know what to expect in terms of general events. Going into a dream, experiencing it for a short time, learning shocking news about the circumstances, character uses UM, character learns the truth, character cries and fights the dream (who is trying to keep them there), character joins party. If it’s an OB boy, then they will get more screen time and a dedicated segment to fighting their Phantom and then giving a speech about their character development before joining us. Then only the OB boy will dream hop with the Yuu, Grim, Silver, Sebek, Idia, and Ortho while the boys stay behind with the projected selves Ortho creates. Rinse and repeat the formula, and you can probably easily predict what’s coming in future updates.

In terms of this update, I gotta say that I’m impressed Kalim finally followed through on the promise of decking Jamil… a promise he made all the way back in book 4!! While he doesn’t do it with any malicious intent, I think it’s a large stride going forward in having Kalim assert himself and acknowledge the faults that Jamil very obviously has.

As for Jamil... I think it’s becoming pretty obvious what they’re going for in those OB boy scenes; clearly, they mean to have it be like he is speaking to his “other half” in the mirror, a reflection of himself. In this way, each boy confronts the worst aspects of them and comes to terms with it. It’s meant to represent their character growth from when they first appeared in the main story. I’m just… not sure if I like how it’s been handled overall; I do like everyone’s speeches so far (they are good; Jamil’s especially slays with all the thematically appropriate allusions to genies and wish-granting), but I’m less enthusiastic about the context under which these speeches are given. I will most likely make a separate post going into detail about this, but I figured I’d at least lay my general thoughts out here first.

ahbfbyoqwv8yfqwv8q The highlight of this update this time was just seeing how unhinged Jamil's desires are when given no limitations. It's such a shockingly large role reversal to stick himself in the head honcho seat with zero opposition AND force Kalim into being humbled. When the tables turn on him, Jamil is so quick to being a ruthless and cold master 💦 HE'S FR THE TYPE OF GUY THAT ISNT JUST SATISFIED SUCCEEDING, HE ALSO NEEDS YOU TO FAIL The more of these dreams we see, the more we get the sense that Malleus's idea of happiness is VERY shallow. This was something already verbalized by Idia last update, but I feel it needs repeating because of how difficult to resolve Kalim and Jamil's relationship is. The way his solutions are so... absolute (Kalim and Jamil being besties and/or a complete role reversal) reminds me of the points I often hear from fans who say, "Kalim could free Jamil! Kalim should talk to his dad!" There's good intentions behind it, but it ultimately misses the forest for the trees (that being the complicated social nuances surrounding their families). It's an out-of-body experience seeing that viewpoint displayed via Malleus's magic, but it also feels cathartic to see it being dispelled as being nothing close to reality.

Those are all my thoughts for now!! Really looking forward to the next installment :)) and its potential for... crying J word... Though who knows, maybe it’s just for light trio only and I’m delulu—

[sillysiluriforme]

SILU’S STILLBORN WEBCOMIC PART 1

Unorthodox apocalypse is a now abandoned comic project I worked on with some friends in 2023-2024 about a cultist team of cheerleaders lead by antichrist Barbie set in a mid-biblical apocalypse world in a town named “Craterview” on the ledge of crater lake. The stagnation of the apocalypse had consequences namely the presence of “beasts” and plunging the world in the shadow of god- so no “good” things/people and no creativity. The cultures of the 20th century seems to repeat over and over, ergo the 80s aesthetic despite it being 2285.

The town’s high schoolers are all divided into classic teen movie cliques and have decided to kill each other about it. Generally the cheer squad and the jocks are considered important enough to the town that they can’t get murdered in pure impunity but everyone else is on the table. The only nerds with any sort of manpower are the marching band who have organized themselves in a casi-military structure.

The cast’s main objective was to use the protagonist as a vessel to bring a demon into the material plane to fuel their magic bullshit. The tone was pretty crass a little edgy and very over the top. I still think of it fondly even if it didn’t go anywhere.

The members are paul, max, cain, evelyn, Pam, Jessica and judy. Their daily activities consists of turf wars, bullying, witchcraft, black mailing people, intimidation and lesbian situationships. Everyone listed sucks here.

The two main characters are Judy and Jessica.

Judy is a standoffish self serving asshole. She’s a “do anything to survive” type but also feels morally superior to everyone around her. She thinks hobbies and responsibilities are frivolous. She gets kicked off the marching band and is coerced into joining the cheerleaders. She spent her early childhood living in the woods with her hippie parents until her dad died, after this they moved back into town, so her family are sort of the town’s pariahs.

Within UA there’s an avatar cycle type thing but for the antichrist. What a sentence. Since the apocalypse never ended it kept being reborn. Jessica, unbeknownst to her, is one of those incarnations.

She’s mean and attention seeking manipulative and egocentric to a fault. She doesn’t have the complete range of human emotions. She had an evil scientist thing going on too. She’s my baby girl ❤️

Pam is Jessica’s childhood best friend and the biggest example of her negative influence.

She’s a self-in-forced Patrick Bateman type. She’s conniving and secretive. She likes to think of herself as a heartless mastermind but she’s just as stuck here as everyone else. She’d never admit it but the craving for Jessica’s approval is what lead her here.

She had a werewolf boyfriend too that was kinda fun.

Evelyn aka eve is a freshman and has a massive crush on Jessica. She’s the one who believes in the “message””” of their cult the most.

Cain’s an ex punk and dumb as a rock. loves to have fun only really joined cause she thought Jessie was hot. Had a thing with max ?

Max ! There’s way less content with her. She was supposed to be the straight man of the group. Shes what Judy aspires to be. She’s very gruff.

And lastly Paul. Paul fucking sucks. Ex-football team member. On paper he’s supposed to be “learning to respect women” but it’s really just his ex-captain trying to get him killed because he thinks he’s that annoying, something he’s completely oblivious to because he’s desperately pining for him. He’s the only one with a car so they HAVE to make him chauffeur them to wherever.

[starcurtain]

More Phaidei Fics I Want to Read (Part 2)

1. The outsider POV one where the other members of the Kremnoan Detachment notice Phainon's... attention toward their prince much more than Mydei himself does. The absolute audacity of this so-called "Deliverer"! That's not just the Detachment's ruler, that's their pride and joy! If some upstart foreigner thinks he's going to be allowed to make eyes at their prince as if Mydeimos were a war prize to be won, Phainon's got another thing coming, prophecy be damned. If it means protecting Mydei's honor, the Kremnoan Detachment can be, and certainly will be, Amphoreus' most immovable wall. Unfortunately for them... Phainon is an unstoppable force. (Or: The one where Phainon gets cockblocked by an entire army, and no one thinks to ask Mydei his opinion on the matter until he finally has to settle the issue himself.)

2. The very silly comedy one where Mydei suffers a string of embarrassing accidental deaths in Okhema that wound his pride much more than they wound his body. In fact, the person most upset by the whole thing is (predictably) Phainon. Determined to put a stop to Mydei's streak of terrible luck, Phainon insists on forming the official "Mydeimos Protection Squad." Member Count: 1.33. (Trianne is helping.) In Nikador's damn name... It's going to be hard enough to recover his reputation after it gets out that Mydei actually managed to drown in one of the baths--does Phainon really need to act like this about it? And since when does being on a "Protection Squad" require Phainon to move in with him???

3. Beauty and Beast meets Mydei's Howl's Moving Castle AU: Okhema is a prospering magical city ruled by its beautiful and charming demigoddesses Aglaea and Tribios; however, their otherwise peaceful paradise has been haunted in recent years by a ghostly specter: a mysterious floating fortress that periodically darkens the skies, an unknown threat looming overhead. Rumors begin to spread of a terrifying "god of war" in the castle, one that devours beautiful maidens and lads without a hint of remorse. Curious and determined to solve the mystery of this castle in the air, Tribbie goes to investigate--and gets herself in terrible trouble when she discovers the rumors are seemingly true: the castle is ruled by a monstrous-looking beast calling himself the "soul of strife." Sealed away for trespassing, the only thing Tribbie can do is send out a desperate call for help through her other selves. Rallied to his leader's aid, Phainon, swordmaster of Okhema, steps up to help. There's no way he'll leave poor Tribbie to her fate--even if it means he has to exchange her freedom for his own. But there's more to this "beast" than meets the eye, and with both a powerful prophecy and the threat of a mad ancient god's legacy impending, it's up to Phainon to break a seemingly unbreakable curse--and secure his own happy ending.

4. The "in another life" one, but Phainon has all the memories--not just of the warm, golden days with Mydei in Okhema, but of everything that happened after, of the ultimate betrayal of trust, of the cold steel he plunged into Mydei's back... Their reunion in this new era was unintentional, unavoidable, and aching. The happy ending Phainon desperately desired all along is here, within his reach--and in danger of being ruined all over again. What horror will he bring to Mydei's life this time? Convinced that he doesn't deserve a second chance at happiness in their new life, Phainon does everything in his power to avoid Mydei. But even without all the memories of Amphoreus, Mydei has always been unstoppable when he sets his mind to something--and there's no way Mydei is going to let Phainon screw this up. (Not again.)

5. The canon divergent AU: Mydei's father King Eurypon avoids the trap of a self-fulfilling prophecy by refusing to throw his child into the sea, so Mydei is instead raised a beloved son of Kremnos by both his father and mother--but the kingdom's ultimate fate of destruction cannot be changed. Nikador still goes mad, and Eurypon and Gorgo's deadly duel still plays out when Gorgo rejects Eurypon's plan to use the mad god's power. But before a furious Mydei can avenge his mother, Nikador fully succumbs to the corruption of the dark tide and launches a brutal massacre against their own worshippers, claiming the lives of the king and half the castrum's populace. Forced to flee with the tattered survivors, grieving everything he knew and loved, Mydei is hurled into a role of leadership he is hardly prepared for and never truly wanted.

Only Kremnos's history has left them with no allies, and Okhema's Council turns away Mydei's every attempt at diplomacy. Desperate, with the weight of his entire people's safety on his shoulders, Mydei and the Kremnoan army lay siege to the holy city. If words alone cannot win them sanctuary, then it will be blood and blades that throw open the gates. But Okhema has a new champion, a swordmaster from afar who will stop at nothing to prove his worth to his new people, and it turns out this "Phainon of Aedes Elysiae" might be Mydei's only match--on the battefield and elsewhere.

(tl;dr: Enemies to lovers, meet-on-the-battlefield romance.)

[misscammiedawn]

Thinking about We Know The Devil and Heaven Will Be Mine today. A duology. WKTD the tells the story of accepting you're queer, framed as a horror story of 3 repressed teenagers at a christian summer camp fighting off their inherent queerness and HWBM tells the story of how one accepts their place in society after embracing their queerness.

WKTD uses magical girl tropes in a fairly grounded Midwestern teen experience.

Magical girl stories often involve the struggle of the forces of Good and Evil. Purity and Impurity. Corruption often being a core theme of any girl squad facing down the nightmarish forces. This can be seen from Madoka's approach to the concept which is often referred to as a deconstruction. The Pink Opaque from I Saw The TV Glow overtly uses these themes in the exact same allegory as WKTD with the evil forces attempting to suppress the queerness of the protagonists.

HWBM uses mech anime tropes in an allegorical wonderland where the setting fades away to have the audience engage with the ideas at play rather than the lore. Mech anime often uses the giant robot duels as a method of visualizing ideological struggles. Too often in these shows beam sabers will cross as the pilots yell at one another to embrace ideas of how the concepts of war and prejudice can be battled out of existence.

In HWBM the "war" in play is humans versus space... or more accurately humans versus those who are not of Earth. Versus those who are alien. Versus those who are not human.

The dominant culture versus queer culture.

WKTD frames its tropes via the dating sim mechanics popular within its visual novel medium. But rather than choosing which of the 3 girls the player wishes to romance you must choose which of the 3 you wish to exclude. The idea being to scapegoat one's struggle with queerness by attacking outward, blaming the other, by shaming others into the closet to keep yourself in there.

Lashing outward to prevent reflecting inward.

The only good ending of the game is to accept a polycule dynamic where everyone is seen, accepted and embraced for who they are unconditionally. God's love, in this world, is conditional and one must always be excluded. The devil has room for three.

There is no room in normal society for a polycule. It is inherently queer. The dominant culture is binary and there's no version of a polycule where only a 0 and a 1 are represented. The binary is incompatible.

I recently told a friend that the duology tells the journey of a thousand miles and how it begins with a single step. WKTD is the story of that first and all too important step acceptance.

HWBM is the story of what comes after acceptance. After that first step.

It tells the story of the thousand mile journey.

The ideologies at play are the concepts of assimilation, activism and separationism. In the allegory Earth/Humanity represents the dominant "straight" society and the three characters represent each of these ideologies. Assimilation is to return to Earth, to integrate into the dominant culture and lose some of the inherent joy and "otherness" that being queer brings. It's no coincidence that the character representing this path is a trans woman who is known for defecting from her faction and crossing over to every other side while repeating the mantra "I've never betrayed anyone in my life", it is a coincidence however that her faction's war efforts are lead in part by God's Strongest Chaser herself (as far as I'm aware the Halimede Twitter Account is not affiliated with the game, but I find it funny that the assimilation path is represented by someone who a character whose gimmick account argues "t4t is incest"). It is a life of peace. But it is a life of compromise. Of giving up humanity's dream of the stars. To be grounded and tethered to Earth forever.

The Activism Path represents the idea of staying in Earth's orbit but never surrendering even an ounce of the queer identity for the sake of acceptance. Forcing the dominant culture to argue with us on our terms. Accept us on our terms. It is a life of constant battle but in that battle we will save those on Earth, invite them into the stars, embrace them with acceptance and love. Let them join us or remain where they are. This is a life of constant war, knowing that until all are loved and accepted, no one is and so we continue fighting. Letting people change sides. Nothing changes but maybe it's better that way.

Separation is the idea of abandoning Earth entirely. To become so incompatible with the dominant culture that we are no longer "human" to those who remain tethered. We are unapproachable. Separate. Unique. Other. Queer above anything else and incapable of creating a rational dialogue with the dominant culture. It is picking up your toys and walking away. Going far enough away from the culture war that it will never be able to reach you.

The author of the Halimede account once wrote, while in character, that this is the saddest ending of them all because it's unsustainable and that it does not address the inherent intersectional fighting between communities, allowing wars to simply break out further away from our blue marble in the distant stars. It is a life of abandoning war without embracing peace. To live separate in bubbles apart.

The ending of the game forces you to pick. There is no existing outside of these options. Maybe one day we'll find other ways to be but within the view of this game they are all we have. Embrace Earth, declare war on Earth or abandon Earth.

Choose.

I admit. Since the pandemic and coming out as trans, I've favored Saturn's ideology more than others. Completely giving up on "humanity" and only working within circles of those whose acceptance of queer culture is baked in. I fought so hard to accept who I was and "know the devil", so to speak, that I pulled back and withdrew.

Both games have a lot of themes about the demons ones must face within queer culture and outside of it. The way we hurt ourselves, hurt our allies and how the world outside societal, structural and individual will force us to compromise, to cut away parts of ourselves.

These games are masterpieces.

I wish I found them earlier in my life. I want everyone able to read these words to find them now.

[frost-queen]

Business wreckage // part 4 (Reader x Jake Seresin)

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Summary: After your little slip-up you try to convince him it meant nothing. Behind your back the dagger squad comes over, bringing something up within Jake. [ series]

Dropping onto your bed, you grabbed for your pillow. Shoving your face deep into it. Giving it a good scream. Hating yourself for being so bluntly. For blurting such a stupid answer out. You are my life. What must he think now. That you didn’t have a life. Which was kind of true. Or that you thought the entire world of him. Which was also true.

Suddenly this whole hide-away seemed like a stupid idea. The longer you were off grid with him, the more your walls seemed to crumble down. The more you felt yourself at a loss, spilling everything at him. Creating a closeness with each other, you weren’t sure you wanted to explore. Jake had always been a flirt. You had seen it numerous times. You stopped counting how many girls he took on private flights.

How many of them he paraded around for his own amusement. How most of them annoyed his father. Perhaps that was a goal of him as well. Turning your head to the side, you wished you could disappear. Wanting everything to go back to the way it was. Wanting to have the same distance as before. At least then he didn’t take that much notice of you.

Only taunting you because you kept giving him tiring tasks. Interviews here. Photoshoot’s there. Boring meetings over there and branding all the way in the back. Groaning loud, you feel like you had just ruined everything for all. Reaching for your tablet, you hoped the scandal had tired down a bit. Hoping some other scandal would take the lead. Sighing loud, you were met with disappointment. Photo’s of that glorious night still popped up here and there.

Comments below wondering in whatever cave he was hiding from shame. Others siding with him. Congratulating him for standing up against society. Or rather against the role he was forced in. A sudden knock on your door made you jump up frantically.

Swallowing hard as it could only be one person. – “Y/n.” – you heard him ask, standing by your door. – “Can you give me a sec?” – he asked, wanting to conversate with you about it. Biting your lip, you remained silent.

Not sure you could handle the embarrassment. – “Y/n.” – Jake repeated with a few more knocks. Knowing he wasn’t going to leave, you decided to act before him. To not give him a chance to make his own imagination about it. Getting up, you moved to the door. Opening it as Jake jumped back, startled. – “Look it’s not a big deal.” – you called out not giving him a chance to answer.

“Y/n… I…” – Jake started as you immediately cut him off. – “I am dedicated to my work, which is you. I meant nothing more.” – you were ready to shove the door in his face when it got blocked by his foot. – “Will you just give me a chance to speak?” – he said annoyed, shoving your door back open. – “I didn’t ask that to embarrass you. I know you do everything for me and I appreciate it. Your like my personal walking agenda.” – he finished.

His answer only made you frustrated, ready to shove the door in his face again. Yet he grabbed the side firm with his hand before you could slam it shut. – “Alright, I take it back.” – he sighed out. – “Was that an apology sir?” – quirking your eyebrow up with curiosity. Jake shook his hand, giving you an half / half answer. Rolling your eyes at him made him smile. – “God, you are so easy to tease.” – he spoke poking you in the stomach.

“Stop!” – you shouted loud, knocking his hand away. It only made him chuckle even more. – “Why is everything a joke to you?” – you called him out for never being able to take anything serious. – “Because life is already boring Y/n.” – he sighed out, looking away.

His answer made you bat your gaze down. Knowing what path his father wishes for him to take. One with too many restrictions and nothing but boring work. – “Are you addressing me now?” – you asked crossing your arms. Jake’s gaze went back to you, swallowing nervously.

Seeing a panic in his eyes made you laugh. – “What can’t take a joke, sir.” – you gave him a playful shove. Jake curled up a smile. Genuinely surprised at your teasing him back. – “Touché, Y/n. Touché.” – crossing his arms, he chuckled pleasantly. Giving him another shove, you let him know to go to bed. Jake saluted you before heading to his room. With a deep exhale, you closed the door behind you.

The next day, you were working. Jake entering with the car keys in his hand. – “Where are you going?” – you asked looking up from your work. Jake stopped with a curious expression. – “To town. I need to do some shopping.” – he replied.

“Don’t worry I’ll phone you when I get lost.” – he winked your way. – “Har, har.” – you responded dryly. You watched him leave with a playful scoff. Wondering what was going on in that head of his. He was being extra sneaky and playful today. Returning back to your work, the hours went by fast.

Jake returning, carrying packs of beer under his armpits. Making you furrow your brows at him. – “What’s that?” – you called out. Jake exhaled loud, setting the packs on the counter. – “Beer, Y/n.” -  he responded patting a pack.

His answer made you look annoyed back at him. You weren’t stupid, you just wanted to know what he was going to do with all of it. – “Are you planning to get wasted?” – you questioned. – “Not on my own.” – he answered setting them in the fridge. – “with the dagger squad.” – he filled in.

“What?” – you called out off guard. Slamming your hands on the table, having jumped up from your seat. – “Oh did I forget to tell you, the dagger squad is coming over.” – Jake replied giving you an interesting look. – “No! You aren’t supposed to have visitors. No one is supposed to know where you are. That is the whole point of us being here!” – you scolded at him. Jake puffed loud.

“It’s the dagger squad, they wouldn’t tell a soul my location.” – he made clear that you could trust them. Sighing loud, you knew there was little to interfere with. They were probably already coming this way. – “If your father finds out about this!” – you reminded him, collecting all your things. – “I’ll take the fall.” – he responded holding his hands up. With a loud exhale, you headed for your bedroom. Jake snickering pleasantly that the dagger squad was coming.

By the evening the entire house was filled with the dagger squad. Chatting loud and enjoying beer. – “Seriously Hangman, you got a lot of balls.” – Coyote called out, slapping his hand against Jake’s chest. Phoenix hummed in disagreement. – “More like a fool.” – she responded. – “You are lucky Cyclone didn’t cut you off the squad for your little act.” – Fanboy pitched in throwing his arms around hangman and Coyote.

“Well someone’s going to keep things interesting.” – he winked in Phoenix’s direction, making her roll her eyes. – “So uhm you up here alone?” – Bob asked, dusting some crumbs off his pants. – “Nope.” – Jake responded. – “Ohhw.” Phoenix said interestingly, flashing a smirk his way. – “Your publicist right?” – she announced. Jake clicked his tongue, pointing in her direction. – “His… publicist?” – Bob repeated confused.

Phoenix turned more towards Bob. – “Bagman’s under this girl’s thumb.” – she told him. – “I am not!” – Jake responded moving his beer to his mouth. – “Speaking of her, where is she?” – Coyote questioned, looking around. – “She’s working.” – Jake spoke. – “Boring.” – Fanboy called out. His gaze flashed to the direction your room was. Wondering what you were doing. Coyote dropping his hand on his shoulder, made him snap out of it. Laughing along.

Your door opened, eyes widening when you met up with someone. The person equally surprised. – “Hi.” – he said nervously. – “Hi.” – you spoke back. – “I was uhm… looking for the bathroom.” – he let out. You pointed in the direction of it. He nodded, stepping towards it. Changing his mind seconds later, returning back to you.

Holding a hand out to you. – “Rooster. Bradley Bradshaw.” – he introduced himself. – “Y/n.” – you responded, shaking his hand with a smile. – “Finally a face to the publicist.” – he said more to himself than to you. It made you smile. – “Aren’t you joining?” – he pointed back to hint at the others. – “I’m not sure.” – you spoke. – “You should.” – he gave you a comforting smile. Gesturing at you to wait. Nervously, you waited for him to return.

Bradley walked very close to you, going with you to where everyone else was. Jake’s attention got drawn away from speaking. Needing to do a double-take. Needing to be sure he was seeing you with Rooster. Walking closely by him. His face very close to yours.

Clenching his hand, it seemed to agitate him. Rooster gave you a drink, coming to sit with you. The rest of the dagger squad looking as well. – “Looks like Rooster is ready to score.” – Fanboy chuckled out. Jake gave him a slap against the back of his head to shut him up. Phoenix glanced at Hangman with a curious smirk. – “You aren’t jealous right, Bagman.”

Jake puffed loud, dismissing her comment. Yet his gaze fell back on you. Glaring Rooster’s way. Annoyed he emptied the remaining content of his beer in his mouth. Crushing the can afterwards making Bob gulp loudly.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop looking in your direction. Seeing you laugh loud and chat with rooster. Glaring at the fact how close your faces where. Muscles contracting with the fear he might kiss you at any given point from how close up you were. With eyes of a tiger, he never looked away.

Getting more agitated by the moment. Wondering why he was getting so annoyed over it. It wasn’t like you were his alone. You weren’t attached to him. When you took a hold of Rooster’s shirt, was the drop. Jake jumped up, dripping with anger. Storming right over to the two of you.

Grabbing you firm by your arm, he broke the two of you apart. – “Enough!” – he called out as you stumbled confused over your own feet. He shoved you towards where your room was. – “I thought you wanted me to have fun?” – you said confused.

Jake pointed firm at your room, banishing you to it. You stopped in the hallway, turning around. – “I don’t get you. I thought you wanted me to get to know them better.” – you called out. – “Yeah, but not flirt with them!” – he scolded back.

“I wasn’t…” – you replied gasping loud when Jake came setting his hands beside your head against the wall. Making your back bump up to the wall. Tilting his head, he gave you a look that could mean a thousand things. One thing was sure, he wasn’t happy.

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[dunmeshistash]

Mithrun Revealed in Five Keywords

5 keywords section from the Adventurer's Bible, this is transcribed from the EHScans translation for more info you can check this post. My own notes will be at the end of the post.

1. The Canaries

The Canaries are an organization that is sent in to investigate and pacify a dungeon once it has surpassed a certain level of danger. Their original name is the "Dungeon Investigation Squad*." The squad consists of wardens sent from various esteemed houses, along with convicts who have been involved in some way with ancient magic. As a matter of fact, the convicts are not able to use magic without permission from their warden. For that reason, if the wardens end up being killed first, that leaves the convicts unable to use magic. Therefore it's a very common outcome for the convicts, without any means to protect themselves, to follow the fate of their wardens. Incidentally, their name "Canaries" comes from the bird, which is taken by miners in order to signal as quickly as possible the presence of deadly gases or other dangers. That nickname was given to them by the general public as a mocking way of describing their mission. The design of the bird on the bow of the ship is assumed to be a canary by most of the squad members, but in actuality it is a skylark, a bird that signals the advent of spring.

2. Lineage

Mithrun was born into the House of Kerensil, a famous house that is involved in investment and other such ventures. Kerensil is a famous enough family that almost any Western elf is likely to have heard their name.

3. Utaya

After being rescued from the dungeon, Mithrun spent a while on death's door, but he slowly but surely recovered enough to lead a normal life. The impetus for Mithrun's hard work was the incident that happened in Utaya. Mithrun feels that "if I had been there, we could have done something about that demon," and that thought is what gave him the strength to return to duty. A great number of squad members died in the Utaya incident, and others retired afterwards, leaving the Canaries short on members. For that reason, Mithrun was appointed as captain immediately after recovering.

4. Older Brother

Mithrun has an older brother, but he hates him quite intensely. When Mithrun was entranced by the demon and became the lord of the dungeon, the cause was the vision within a magic mirror of his brother looking happy. After Mithrun sustained his life-threatening injuries, he has visited his brother once every 5 years or so**. His brother has told him "Come back and see me whenever you want."

5. Desires

Mithrun's desires have been eaten by a demon. Though he has lost his desires, his daily routine still remains in his head, allowing him to live a normal life. However, when he enters a dungeon, his desire for food and rest have a tendency to weaken. For that reason, his squadmates or Kabru need to keep an eye on him.

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*Official english translates it as "Dungeon Investigation Unit" instead of "Squad", original is "迷宮調査隊". I personally like Squad better.

**This gave me a headache for a while but as far as I can tell the original doesn't specify who visits who. EHScans assumes Mithrun visits and official english assumes his brother visits. The important part is that they meet and his brother invites him to come back home.

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[animeyanderelover]

Asta Vs Yuno with Suitor prompt.

Make sure to take good care of yourself. Flu can rebound if take it for granted learnt that the hard way.

Happy valentine day 💐💗💗🌹

I actually only wanted one person per prompt but honestly, this specific prompt actually works that way so I'll take it. Thank you for the tip though but I am actually very careful. I have cut down the amount of what I eat siginificantly but I am slowly amping it up again to get my stomach used to that much food again. I've lost 2.8 kilogram so I need to eat again.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, jealousy

Valtentine's Day Special: Suitor Prompt

"What are those?"

Your head peeks from around the corner as his monotone voice reaches your ears, as blunt as ever. Immediately you find the subject of the question as you simply follow his golden gaze focused on a vase positively stuffed with all sorts of wild flowers in what you think is a beautifully messy arrangement.

"Flowers?" you reply tentatively, not quite sure what answer he is looking for exactly. When his eyes, thoroughly unimpressed, meet yours though at the very least you know that your response wasn't what he had wanted to hear.

"I know what flowers are. Where did you get them from? The market?"

That's when this pause suddenly appeared, filling out the time where you would ususally just answer him what he wanted to know. Not this time though. Instead you just stood there in the doorframe, something akin to a guilty smile spreading on your face that immediately roused his suspicion.

His gaze sharpened, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he fully turned his body on the chair to face you. Yuno didn't speak up right away though, instead he waited to see if you would give him an honest answer yourself or if he would have to pull it out of you.

"Well...uh-you know that you have been gone for quite some time, right?"

It was amazing how one awkward sentence could result in such a waterfall of thoughts and suspicions suddenly appearing within his mind. You were trying to prepare him for something but you were doing a horrible job at it right now.

"I was on a mission. What about it?" There was a subtle tension within that normally monotone voice of his, the words escaping his lips slightly faster as if he was starting to feel impatient. It was only made worse by the way you were behaving right now, observing him all whilst he could almost hear the gears turning within your head, searching for a way to break something gently to him.

"I miiight have met another Magic Knight whilst you were on your mission and the both of us have gotten quite close during your absence. And-ahm... he is the one who gave me those flowers."

The silence that came in after you had given that slow and awkward reply was by far the worst one that day. Normally you were used to silence as Yuno was not the most talkative person. In fact even today when he had visited you right after giving his report there had been a few long pauses. This right now was different though. It was the kind of silence that made you feel uncomfortable and hot as one of your hands started rubbing your neck, trying to come up with a solution of how to break this current atmosphere.

Yuno was quicker though as he slowly stood up, scraping the legs of the chair against the floor as he pushed it away. With two swift steps he had closed the gap between the two of you, standing right in front of you. He stared and stared and stared for far too long before he suddenly spoke up again, flooding you with questions.

“Who is he? What rank is he? From which squad is he? How old is he? Do I know him? What magic does he use?”

That was not what you had been expecting. After all it was not Yuno’s style to talk much yet here he was, almost interrogating you with a weirdly urgent calmness to his even tone. All you could do was lift your hands, unable to answer any question as he was asking them far too quickly for you to even speak a single word.

“Would you be so kind as to give me a second to answer, please?”

You inquired, your plea luckily managing to stop Yuno right in the middle of another question.

As he stopped, you allowed yourself a small breather right before going back to replying. You had lost track of all the questions he had bombarded you with so instead you settled for just generally summoning everything up roughly.

"Listen, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you immediately. I was not expecting such a strong response admittedly, but whatever. If you really are that set on finding out who he is though, I am supposed to meet him in a bit at the fountain in the market. I was actually about to head out when you-Yuno???"

The moment the words 'fountain' and 'meeting registered within the black-haired boy's mind, he was gone very much like the wind that he wielded. You could only hear the way the door slammed as he closed it behind himself before you stood there alone, flabbergasted by what just happened.

Meanwhile Yuno's footsteps were carrying him through the market, his gaze focused on the path in front of him as his mind was racing more than he cared to admit. Sylph was swarming around his head, her own input not making the current situation better.

"I knew she wasn't good enough for you. She can't even see how she already has the most handsome and talented Magic Knight right in front of her. Yuno, why don't you just let her settle with whatever mediocre admirer she has right now? Then I could have you all to myself ag-"

"Sylph, shut up."

The unexpected harshness took the spirit by surprise for a moment before she started pouting. "What? I'm telling the truth. She clearly can't understand how lucky she could be if she prefers the lovesick fool gifting her flowers over you."

Flowers? Had he ever given you flowers before? No, he hadn't. What had he done actually that could have ever been interpreted as something romantic? Perhaps it had been his fault believing that spending more time with you than with anyone else and silently listening when you were talking about your daily life would have been enough for you to eventually understand his feelings for you. It had been an even greater mistake thinking that there wouldn't be some idiot out there still getting close to you even if it was actually commonly known that he was close to you.

“No fucking way. There can’t be another person after them.”

Briefly Yuno wondered who the idiot could be that had suddenly found his way into your heart so quickly yet as he arrived at the fountain and his golden eyes found a very familiar figure, instead he wondered why he hadn't figured that answer out immediately.

Standing there, walking back and forth clearly impatient, was none other than Asta. When the Black Bull's green eyes found Yuno, his initial reaction was much more jolly in comparison to the stoic expression that Yuno put on as Asta quickly ran over to him.

"Yuno! You're back! How was your mission?"

"Asta. Yes, I'm back. The mission was fine."

Those curt replies were the only thing Yuno managed to say in that moment, clearly not suited in that moment to match Asta's enthusiasm. Golden eyes were looking at him with a new awareness he had not looked at his best friend and rival before, wondering if you liked his loud voice and that bright grin that he currently had on his face.

Then his eyes landed on the bouquet of flowers in Asta's hands.

"Are those for (y/n)?"

"Huh? How do you know that I'm waiti-"

"I just visited her. I plan to go back right now. Give them to me. I'll bring them to her."

Yuno didn't even let Asta finish his sentence, his eyes still glued to those flowers as he stretched his hand out.

The previous confusion on Asta's face vanished, a defiant look took its place instead as he held the flowers closer to him.

"No. I plucked them so I'll give them to her. And even if you would hand those to her, she would know that they're from me."

"Asta."

It almost sounded like a warning now when Yuno spoke his name but he did know better than expecting Asta to listen to him and he was certainly not disappointed with his expectations as the grey-haired wizard didn't budge in the slightest. In fact, his green eyes met the stare that Yuno was giving him, clearly refusing to even blink as if that would count as a loss.

Still, the moment something behind him caught Asta's eyes, that defiant and intense glare all but disappeared into a giddy grin. Yuno could instantly guess why but Asta's reaction was fast as he ran past Yuno, waving the flowers in his hand as he ran over where you were standing. Still, Yuno wasn't far behind as he quickly sprinted after him.

"(y/n)! (y/n)! Look, I brought you new flowers!"

"No! (y/n), don't take those flowers! I forbid it!"

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*Polar Bear Hug

Ridoc x reader

Word count: ~3k

Summary: Ridoc spots you in a tavern on a night away from Basgiath. His charms infectious, and his hungers chilling. Luckily, he's got some connections with the tavern staff and 'chills you down' after a long night of dancing.

cw: ice play, oral (f receiving), sex in a freezer, Ridoc being Ridoc, rough editing

The dance floor lights painted your body in a kaleidoscope of colors, each pulse of the bass echoing through your very soul. You moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, each step perfectly synchronized to the rhythm that filled the air. Your eyes were closed, lost in the pattern of beats and melodies that swirled around you.

The music was a living entity, caressing your skin and guiding your every movement. The crowd was a distant blur, their applause a gentle hum that only served to fuel your performance.

That's when you felt his gaze. It was a gentle chill that grew stronger with each beat, and you couldn't help but be aware of it. You didn't look up, but you knew he was there, watching you from the edge of the dance floor.

Suddenly, the music shifted, and the crowd's applause grew louder. You opened your eyes and met his, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

His eyes, a piercing deep brown, sparkled with mischief as he made his way through the crowd towards you. His movements were fluid, almost predatory, as if the very air froze and gave way for him.

As he reached you, he held out a hand, the confidence in his stance unshakeable.

"Care to dance?" he shouted over the music, his voice a rich baritone that seemed to resonate within you.

You took his hand, and before you knew it, you were twirling in a dance that was half chaos, half magic. His touch was surprisingly gentle, leading you through a series of moves that had you laughing with delight. He was a master of improvisation, turning even the most awkward moments into a dance that looked rehearsed.

"So, what brings a star like you to a place like this?" he asked, his words playful as he spun you around.

His eyes never left yours, and you found yourself caught in the gravity of his gaze.

"Just passing through, I guess," you replied, trying to match his light-hearted tone. "But you're pretty good at this. What's your secret?"

"Ah, the secret," he said, leaning in with a dramatic whisper, "is to never take the dance floor too seriously. It's all about letting go."

With that, he dipped you low, the world spinning around you, before pulling you back up with a flourish. You couldn't help but laugh as he twirled you around again, the music and lights a blur around you.

He introduced himself as Ridoc, and his charm was as infectious as his laugh. He told jokes that had you smiling from ear to ear, stories from his adventures with something he called 'Quest Squad' that sounded too fantastical to be true, yet somehow you found yourself believing every word. His humor was like a dance in itself, weaving in and out of topics with the ease of a pro.

But beneath the laughter and the smiles, there was something more, something that made your heart race a little faster every time he brushed against you, something that made you aware of every inch of your skin. The way his hand lingered on the small of your back as he led you through the dance, the warmth of his breath against your ear when he leaned in to whisper another joke, the way his eyes held yours a beat longer than they needed to.

"I think the band is playing our theme song," Ridoc quipped, nodding towards the tavern musicians as a slower, more sensual tune began to play.

The dance floor shifted around you, couples moving closer, the air thick with anticipation.

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you now palpable.

"I don't remember signing up for this kind of quest," you teased, playing along with his flirtatious banter.

"Well, the adventure chooses the hero, not the other way around," Ridoc quipped back, his grin growing wider.

His hand slid down to yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin as you swayed together, the music wrapping around the two of you like a seductive embrace.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, his strong frame guiding yours through the motions. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of musk and something faintly metallic that you couldn't quite place. Each brush of his hand against yours sent chills through your body. The air grew thick with desire, and it was as if the entire bar had melted away, leaving only the two of you and the rhythm that guided you.

"You're not so bad yourself," you murmured, feeling a blush creep up your neck as you met his gaze again.

Ridoc's smirk deepened, and his eyes searched yours for a moment before he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek.

"Let's take this to the next level," he whispered, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.

Before you could react, he'd spun you around, your back now pressed against his chest. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

As he moved, you could feel the muscles of his chest rippling beneath his shirt, his breath a soft moan that tickled your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp. His grip tightened ever so slightly, and the world outside the two of you grew even fainter. It was as if you were in your own bubble, the music and lights playing a sensual symphony just for the two of you.

"You know," Ridoc murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin, "it's getting pretty hot in here."

You nodded, the heat from his body and the press of the dancers around you leaving you feeling flushed and breathless.

"Yeah," you managed to say, your voice barely audible over the music. "It is."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Ridoc took the lead, steering you through the crowd and towards the back of the bar. He nodded at the bartender, who winked and jerked his thumb towards the kitchen. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit corridor, and Ridoc tugged you along, his hand firm but gentle as you followed him down the narrow hallway.

The kitchen was a blur of steam and clanging pans, but he navigated it with ease, leading you to a large walk-in freezer. He pulled open the heavy door, revealing a wall of cold mist that billowed out around you.

"I think we could both use a little... refreshment," he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

You stepped inside the freezer, the cold air hitting you like a wave. The door thudded shut behind you, muffling the music and the chatter from the bar, leaving you in a sudden, intimate silence. The floor was slick with condensation, the walls lined with kegs and crates of ice, and the only light was the faint glow of the freezer's bulb reflecting off the metal surfaces.

Ridoc didn't miss a beat, pulling you closer into his warm embrace. His arms circled around your waist, and your hands found their way to his shoulders, the chill of the room forgotten as the heat from his body enveloped you. His mouth found yours in a kiss that was both gentle and insistent, the taste of whiskey and a hint of something exotic on his lips. Almost like the metalix tang before a snowstorm. It was like you were melting into him, the lines between you blurring.

As your kiss grew more urgent, he whispered against your mouth, "I've got a little trick up my sleeve."

His voice sent shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. His hands began to glow with an icy blue light, and the air around you grew colder. Ice crystals began to form on your skin, glittering like a fine dusting of diamond powder.

Ridoc's eyes gleamed with excitement as he kissed you deeper, the cold seeping into your very core. Yet, it wasn't unpleasant. It was a strange, invigorating sensation, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch.

He pulled away, and you watched as he traced his glowing fingertips over your cheeks, leaving trails of frost that tingled and sparkled. The cold was no longer a mere sensation; it was a part of you, a thrilling extension of his power.

He dropped to his knees, and you gasped as the cold kissed your thighs, leaving them numb yet alive with sensation. He looked up at you, the mischief in his eyes now replaced with something darker, something hungry.

"Ready for the main event?" he asked, his breath turning into a misty cloud in the frigid air.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the anticipation that coiled in your belly. He slid his hands up your legs, pushing your dress aside with a gentle touch.

His tongue darted out, tasting the icy trails he'd drawn on your skin, and you shivered in response. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever felt before—hot and cold, pain and pleasure, all wrapped into one delicious bite.

Ridoc's hands moved to the back of your thighs, lifting you slightly so that you were balancing on one of the shelves. He kissed a path from your knees to your inner thighs, the cold of his breath making your skin pebble with goosebumps.

When he reached the juncture of your thighs, you felt a thrill of anticipation. His eyes met yours, and the smoldering desire in them was all the reassurance you needed.

With a wicked smile, he leaned in, his tongue tracing the delicate lines of your panties. You could feel the warmth of his breath through the fabric, and you squirmed with need. The cold had made your skin hypersensitive, and even the lightest touch was magnified tenfold.

His teeth grazed the fabric, tugging it aside to reveal your most sensitive flesh. Your breath hitched as his tongue met your clit.

He feasted on you, his tongue swirling and flicking, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your legs began to tremble, but his strong arms held you in place, his grip tightening as you grew more desperate for release.

The sound of your moans echoed in the cold chamber, bouncing off the metal walls and mixing with the soft crunch of the ice crystals that had formed around you. The sensation was surreal, as if you were in the throes of passion in the heart of a glacier.

Your slick folds had formed tiny icicles that glinted in the dim light. Each time he lapped at them, they melted and re-formed, the cycle of heat and cold driving you to the brink of madness. Your fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper, harder, faster.

Ridoc's hands slid under your thighs, gripping your ass. He devoured you with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Your moans grew louder, echoing through the small space, the only sound aside from the occasional clink of a bottle or the distant laughter from the bar.

As your climax approached, the cold retreated, replaced by a warmth that spread through your veins like molten lava.

Ridoc's tongue flicked against your clit with an expertise that had you teetering on the edge. His fingers slid into you, the heat of his touch warming your core even as the freezer's chill kissed your skin. Your legs trembled, and he held you tighter, supporting your weight as you gave in to the crescendo that had been building since the moment his eyes had first met yours.

The orgasm hit like a meteor shower, brilliant and explosive. It shuddered through you, making your entire body quiver in his arms. Your nails dug into his scalp as the pleasure consumed you, leaving you boneless and panting for breath. He didn't stop, though, not until every last tremor had passed. He lapped at you gently, the warmth of his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

When you could finally stand, he helped you down, his hands cupping your ass as he kissed you deeply. You could feel the cold of the room seeping back into your skin, but it didn't matter. You were alive with warmth, with the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your veins.

"I've got one more trick," he murmured, his hands moving to the zipper of his pants.

You watched, transfixed, as he freed himself. His cock stood tall. He positioned you against the freezer wall.

"Now, hold on tight," Ridoc warned, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stepped closer, his erection pressing against your still-throbbing clit. "This is going to be quite the ride."

With a smirk, he thrust into you, filling you. You gasped at the suddenness of it, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep from sliding to the floor.

"What's the matter?" he joked, his teeth grazing your ear. "Never had a polar bear hug before?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little breathless, as his hips began to move. His strokes were slow and deep, the friction of his warmth against your chilled skin.

"I think I'm going to need a fur coat," you quip back, your voice a little shaky with the effort of speaking.

Ridoc chuckled, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Already got one," he said, pulling off his leather flight jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. The cold material was a shock at first, but it quickly warmed, melding to your body as if it had always been there.

You moaned as he began to move in earnest, his hips driving into yours with a steady rhythm that had the walls of the freezer shaking slightly. The ice that had formed around you cracked and fell away. His eyes never left yours, the mirth in them replaced by something fiercer, something primal.

"You're like a popsicle," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "all cold and sweet, just begging for a taste."

"And you're like a dragon," you retorted, your voice breathless from the sensations he stirred within you, "hot and fiery, about to melt me."

Ridoc's smirk grew wider at your words.

"If you only knew how right you are, sweetheart," he murmured, his hips grinding into yours.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck as his hands slid under the leather jacket to find your bare skin.

Your nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace, his strokes growing more urgent, more demanding. The frigid air was forgotten, replaced by the fire that blazed between you.

His cock filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, and you couldn't help but rock your hips in time with his movements. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core, the intensity building with every passing second.

"Oh, Ridoc," you moaned, your head falling back against the cold metal of the freezer.

His teeth found your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.

He groaned, his movements growing more frantic as he claimed your mouth again, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate duel.

The leather jacket fell away, forgotten in the frenzy of your passion. Your breasts were exposed to the frigid air, your nipples tightening to hard peaks that he took between his teeth, rolling them gently before suckling hard, sending electricity straight to your clit.

You could feel your body tightening around him, the beginnings of another orgasm coiling in your belly. Your legs clamped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster, harder. Ridoc's eyes grew darker, his breaths coming in harsh pants. His thrusts grew more erratic, his hips slapping against yours with a wet sound that filled the small space.

"I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained.

You nodded, unable to speak. You could feel the beginnings of another climax building, the pressure in your core growing until it was almost unbearable.

With a growl that seemed to shake the very air, Ridoc reached between you, his thumb finding your clit. He rubbed it in firm, steady circles, the cold of his skin sending shivers through you even as the warmth of his touch set you on fire. The contrast was too much, and with a scream that was muffled by his mouth, you shattered around him, your body convulsing with the force of your release.

Ridoc's own climax followed close behind, his hips jerking as he filled you with his heat. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he groaned out his pleasure. His grip on your hips was bruising, but you didn't care. The cold of the room had been banished by the inferno he'd lit within you.

As the aftershocks began to subside, Ridoc leaned back, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I think we just set a new record for the fastest thaw in the history of The Continent." he quipped, his eyes shining with mirth.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky with the lingering pleasure.

"I'd say so," you managed to reply, your cheeks flushed from the cold and the exertion.

Ridoc kissed you gently. His eyes searched yours, the mischief replaced with something softer, something that made your heart flutter.

"Ready to go back out there?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you.

You nodded, your breath still coming in shallow pants.

"But, I've got a better idea," you said, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Let's take this party to my place."

Idk who wants to be in the Ridoc taglist, or who's all read Fourth Wing. So lmk if you want only Azris or general tags 🖤 They will have a cross over eventually, but I'm trying to get more organized with tagging in general 😅

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[felassan]

The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard - more preview pages, under a cut due to spoilers. Preview pages come from Amazon.

( Other batches of preview pages, spoiler warning for links:

[Foreword]

Google Books pages [Part One]

Google Books pages [Part Two] )

Antiva We wanted the city of assassins to be opulent, seductive, and theatrical. The tongue-in-cheek design concept was 24/7 Batman opera: dark roofs to perch on, rich interiors with daggers behind every curtain. Antivan designs worked best in high contrast with rich colors. It increased the overall drama. We made the rooftops the domain of the Crows. Above the city they move freely, striking bold silhouettes for the population to thrill at. Some parts of the city have sunk deeper into the sea.

Antivan Crow Costumes The Antivan Crows are murderers, yes, but they are wealthy, flashy, stylish, sophisticated murderers. They are not a goon squad killing innocent, helpless people. They are what Antiva has instead of an army to (for a price) protect the nation from threats both foreign and domestic. While outsiders may see them as swords for hire with delusions of grandeur, the Crows are a celebrated and integral part of Antivan culture. This is you working alongside Antonio Banderas in Desperado, not Steve Buscemi in Fargo. They may not be nice, and it is totally reasonable for a player to be opposed to working with assassins, but this specific group is not intended to be uniformly grim. Crows aren’t shy about displaying their wealth. [Center] Originally designed as a seasonal Halloween costume, this Crow was too good not to build. Costume design for a faction that’s all about theatricality gave us a chance to go big.

There are still a lot of different archetypes within each faction.   For the Crows, they can range from ominous to bombastic. It was fun to explore the range of Crows, from the elegant to the scoundrels. We briefly explored giving Crows functional grappling hooks. While the Crows were mostly about leather and silver, we still wanted to have some heavy armor in their lineup.

Furniture tells you a lot about a region. In the case of the Deep Roads, we went for as many single-cut stones as possible. Paragon sculptures celebrate prominent figures in every profession. [top right] A tongue-in-cheek design for a dwarven mining suit. Bas-reliefs, sculptures and signs all speak about what life was like in the Deep Roads before they were abandoned.

[top center] A mobile crucible. [center left] Crane powered by a walking wheel. [center right] A walking wheel-powered pile driver. [center bottom] Industrial-level blacksmithing equipment, including a trip hammer, a grinding stone, and bellows. [bottom right] An industrial-grade blast furnace where tons of metal are smelted and poured out into giant molds.

Rivain Castaways making new lives. The majority are human, descended from Tevinters and their longstanding trading partners. There are ethnicities here who don’t seem to match the currently documented list of nations, hinting at shores not visited in living memory, and there are also Qunari. Some fleeing the Qun. Some not fleeing, but reinterpreting. There is a sizable Qunari community, and it is finding converts and alarming both Tevinter and the Qunari triumvirate. Rivain is a mix of outcast people making something new. Life beneath Rivain is just as varied. Banners of conquerors over buildings touched by many cultures, smuggler tunnels, Tevinter public works, the bones of conquered cities and even deeper infrastructure, elven ruins, deep roads, and deeper roads. Rivain was a great palate cleanser between dense urban regions, midnight swamps, and vast caverns. It may be beautiful, but it’s no less dangerous to navigate. From the earliest sketches, we wanted a land of tropical colors, infested with dragons.

Arlathan Forest Arlathan Forest, once the seat of power for the ancient elven empire, is now a realm where magic runs wild and twists reality itself into new and terrifying shapes. Artifacts from that long-ago time have begun to activate. Infused with the powerful magic that saturates the very ground in the forest, they have made what was already a dangerous place far stranger and more deadly. [right] [there is one more caption in this image that I cannot make out the text of]

Book art credits:

BioWare art: Matt Rhodes, Ramil Sunga, Albert Urmanov, Christopher Scoles, Nick Thornborrow, Steve Klit

Volta art: Gui Guimaraes, Stéphanie Bouchard, Akim Kaliberda, Alejandro Olmedo, Alexey Zaryuta, Julien Carrasco, Maksim Marenkov, Marianne Martin, Mariia Istomina, Marion Kivits, Matti Marttinen, Mélanie Bourgeois, Pablo Hurtado De Mendoza, Rael Lyra, Rodrigo Ramos, Thomas Schaffer, Tiago Sousa, Tristan Kang, Vladimir Mokry, Yintion J, Joseph Meehan, Stefan Atanasov, Julien Carrasco

Additional art: Marc Holmes, Thomas Scholes

[nemo-in-wonderland]

🍃 ASRA SILVERBOUGH | CIRCLE OF DREAMS DRUID | HALF-DROW ELF🍂

Name: Asra Silverbough

Nickname: Rara, Spiderling, little Owlbear (by her father)

Title: The Sentinel of the Sylvan Glade

Alias: None

Age: 199 Years Old (She was born in 1294 DR-Year of the Deep Moon )

Birthplace: High Forest, in Dark Maiden's Leap, the shrine consacrated to Eilistraee. Her mother prayed for the Goddess’ protection while birthing Asra, and it was granted.

Hometown: Emerald Grove, Sword Coast, Western Heartlands

Current Residence: After spending most of her life in the Emerald Grove with her father, she returned to the High Forest, her father's family's home, and joined the Druids of Tall Trees

Alignment: Neutral Good

Race: Elf (Drow/Wood Elf)

Class: Ranger/Druid - Circle of Dreams

Profession/job: During her formative years spent at the Emerald Grove, she was an Druid Initiate under her father's guidance, working with him in trying to preserve the Balance of Nature. However, she founds that curing ailments and working with medical herbs was not her vocation, and she would rather spend her days up in the trees, flying branch to branch while scouting the areas around the Grove. Eventually, she picked up the role of Sentinel for the Grove, and lead a small squad of Rangers to protect the Grove and its inhabitants.

Visual particular traits: Due to having inherited her mother's and father's height, Asra is considered extremely tall for an elf, especially one of Drow descent. Her own physical constitution also favours her father's, making Asra stands out among her peers.

Scent: White Moss and Oak Resin. Occasionally, especially when wearing her shawl, she is surrounded by an intense scent of Oud that can lingers for hours. She has no idea how that is possible, but she suspects the shawl the scent is magically weaved within the fabric of the shawl, considering its arcane properties.

Personality: Determinate, Curious, Kind, Boisterous, Funny, Overprotective, Resilient, Resourceful, Intuitive, Brave, Loyal, Honest, Empathetic, Determined, Confident, Strong-Willed, Protective, Compassionate, Caring, Independent, Fearless, Vengenful, Short-Tempered, Impulsive, Rebellious, Hot-Headed, Proud, Stubborn, Overconfident.

Colours/symbols associated with: The Colours of the Forest during Autumn; The Owl that flies silently in the night; the Stag that protect the Forest and all that lives within it.

Languages: Common, Elven, Wild Elvish, Druidic, Undercommon

Accent?: Asra’s Elvish has a distinct “High Forest” tune to it (irl it would be similar to Scottish), and it would carry over even when she speaks the Common Language.

Tropes they embody: “Action Girl”, “Amazonian Beauty”, “Badass Adorable”, “Be Careful What You Wish For”, “Big Sister Instinct”, “Determinator”, “Daddy’s Girl”, “Death Glare”, “Determinator”, “Fish out of Water”, “Hot-Blooded”,“Former Teen Rebel”, “Friends To All Living Things”, “Hidden Depths”,“Long-Range Fighter", “Made Of Iron”, “My God What Have I Done?”,”Parental Abandonment”, “Savvy Guy, Energetic Girl”, “Statuesque Stunner” “Strong Family Resemblance”, “Stronger Than They Look”,” It Runs In The Family”, “Tranquil Fury”, “Odd Friendship”, “Weakness Turns Her On”,

Detailed Backstory: Asra was the biological daughter of Halsin Silverbough. The story surrounding her birth was complicated, and much like the relationship between her parents, it was shrouded in a silence that Halsin was rarely -if at all - willing to break.

This constant secrecy amplified the emptiness left by her mother, and it would become, later in life, a void for Asra to fill with the knowledge as to why she was left behind. However, despite this, she had a childhood of relative happiness and carefree ease, surrounded as she was by the love and affection that the rest of the Silverbough Clan was willing to provide to the their youngest.

Her early years were spent listening to the Elders’ stories and her father’s own teaching on Druidic knowledge, which continued well into her teen years. But while she enjoyed listening, Asra was an active elf with an even more active mind, and she enjoyed experiencing life way more than just learning from books or midnight stories.

Quirora was fond of Asra and her persistency, and she actually liked the child’s spunky personality and her stubbornness in wanting to learn as much as she could; so, when, as a teen, she would start following her and rangers during their round of surveillance around the High Forest borders, she would allow Asra to follow by, on the condition that she was to be as silent as a flying owl - a task that would prove a challenge for Asra, considering her curious personality and her never-ending need to question everything, but a challenge she would tackle with patience and effort.

So, whenever she could, she would sneak away from Grandma Silverbough to stay with her father and take care of the ailing animals under his care or, when that was not possible, she would climb high up the trees of the High Forest and spend time observing the owls that slept up in the higher branches. For reason she could never explain, she enjoyed being as close to the sky as possible, something that would later influence into choosing the Owl as animal to shape-shift into.

Oftentimes, she would go so far up in the branches that her father Halsin could not retrieve her and it would fall on Quirora Evenfall, the Head Sentinel of the Rangers of High Forest to retrieve her and bring her back safe and sound in her father’s arms.

The rangers took some convincing in having an untrained half-drow following them around, but would eventually change their mind and actually find entertainment in dusting off ancient elven knowledge to pass down to the young girl, such as scouting, how to visualize potential dangers, following trails, how to trap a fey being and stop them from teleporting etc. Quirora and her squad were also the reason why Asra became set on learning how to use bow and arrows and would later become her weapons of choice.

Thriving under the care and devotion that her father, Quirora and the Rangers put into her upbringing, Asra would prove to be a brilliant young elf, with keen eyes that noticed everything and a boisterous and commanding personality- she would often take the lead while playing with other elves, and if an injustice were to occur, she was not afraid to brawl even with older kids to defend her friends.

Halsin was aware of the turmoil in his daughter’s heart, just as he was aware of how dangerous would it be for them both if Asra was ever to get close to the truth, and that weighted on his shoulders: on one side, he wanted for Asra to find closure; on the other, he didn’t want her to see put in harm’s way.

But even as a teenager first and then as a young adult, Asra was restless, as in body so in spirit and with constant thoughts of her missing mother always in the back of her mind, something she often vented about with Quirora, when her father would not open up to her.

Quirora would actually take Asra’s troubles to heart, because she could see how much this was weighting on her young soul, and being a follower of Sehanine Moonbow, the Elven Goddess of Dream, she spoke with Halsin about this and the possibility of at least ease Asra’s inquietude through dreamscaping.

Eventually, he would agree with Quirora to initiate her to the ways of Sehanine.

So, it was finally under Quirora’s guidance that Asra discovered the ability of dreaming granted by Elven Goddess to her followers and how, through dreaming, there was the possibility of unveiling and discovering much that was hidden to the conscious eyes.

Asra put all her efforts into learning how to sleep and dreamscape, following the path of the Circle of the Dreams as a Druid, and started travelling through worlds guided by the pulsing necklace around her neck - one of the two mementos left behind by her mother- finally excited at the prospect of finding some answers to all the questions that were crowding her mind day and night.

Most Treasured Possession: Asra is not one to keep material belonging in high regards; however, she has three items that are immensely dear to her: the magical shawl her father had used for her ever since she was a baby, a shawl that seemed to protect her against the sun and provide her with warmth whenever she needs, and that never seemed to tear and wear, despite being over 200 years old; a shards of never melting ice that she keeps tied around her neck, and that seems to emit a strange feeble pulsing sound; and lastly, a dagger in cold iron that Hiraeth gave her to protect herself against the Stag King, if the need were ever to rise.

What she didn’t realize when she decided to follow the path of the Circle of Dreams and therefore accepting, she made herself vulnerable to the Feywild influence and its inhabitants, for better or worse, and that inexperience in looking and manipulating others’ dreams had a great cost.

Infact, while she actually managed to met her dearest friends through her dreams - Hiraeth of the Seelie Court - she also inadvertently caught the attention of another powerful being while roaming through his dreams, a being that would become both a fear and another obsession of hers: The Stag King

Sexual and/or romantic situation: Much like her father, Asra is polyamorous, following her heart as nature’s intended. However, after the events of Elturel and the arrival of the tieflings refugees at the Emerald Grove, Boisterous Asra found a kindred soul in Rolan, whom she cares about dearly, despite the constant bickering and his ego being bigger than anything she had ever experienced. However, ever since she started exploring the Dreamscape, in hope to find her mother there, she had been haunted by the Stag King, who seemed to have a keen interest in her. If that interest is reciprocated by Asra, even she is not entirely sure.

Favourite place in Faerûn: Her most favourite place is most certainly the High Forest, where she spent her entire childhood, surrounded by her father’s family. Ever since only her and Halsin were all that remained of their family, she makes a point to try, at least once a year, to travel to Grandfather Tree and give them her respects. She missed them a lot, but she bears it for her father’s sake. Other than that, she enjoys being in the woodlands, surrounded by trees, but she never disdain spending time with Hiraeth in the Dreamscape, the only place where they can actually meet and catch up with what they have been doing.

What makes them happiest: Sitting by the campfire at night and listening to her father’s old stories about High Forest and the time their family lived there. She particularly loves to listen to her father’s childhood stories, and about all the time he got himself in trouble for not listening to their elders (something she would jokingly use against him when he admonishes her for not listening to his advices). The few times that her father would open up about her mother and give her some crumbs of information about her were also moments of rare happiness she held dear within her heart.

What makes them angriest: Discrimination of any kind. Seeing how she would be a victim of it due to her Drow heritage, she was absolutely furious in the way the Emerald Grove Druids were acting with the Tieflings Refugees from Elturiel, to the point that it came to a physical fight between herself and Kagha. She had to restrain herself when she suggested to kill Arabella for stealing the Idol of Silvanus, but she never came closer to breaking someone’s face like she did in that moment. When her father Halsin banished her from the Grove, she felt a triumphant spite she hadn’t felt in years.

What makes them laugh: Who, rather than what. But the one that makes her laugh the most is Azriel and her flamboyant way of always narrating her adventures and her sentimental woes. Asra cannot help but laughing at all the hilarious - and embarassing - situations her parents and siblings put her through.

Biggest secret: Despite her father strongly advising not to look for her mother, due to how dangerous that would be for both of them, Asra has been secretly trying to look for her ever since she decided to partake in the teachings of the Circles of Dreams. One night, while scouring the Dreamscape during a particularly deep meditation, she bumped into something she never bumped before, and felt something against her soul, like the soft brushing of a pristine heron’s feather, but before she could investigate it any further, she got spooked by an apparition of hellfire and the strong smell of brimstones. It made her wake up scared out of her wits, to the point that Halsin as well had to intervene to calm her down and help her anchor her thoughts. What she saw would keep her away from the Dreamscape for sometimes, and this caused for Stag King to become irritated and prompted him to seek her out in the Material Plane - adding to Asra's troubles.

However, stubborn as she was and despite the scare, the fact that she found finally *something* prompted Asra to strengthened her resolve to find her mother.

Obsession: Asra is not entirely different from either her parents, and when she sets her mind on something, she will see it through, no matter what. Two thoughts are ever present in her mind, never leaving her alone: finding out why the Stag King seems so keen on wanting her attention, and finding her mother. Asra loves her father Halsin dearly, but she knows that his reluctancy in talking about her mother and the strange letter that she left when she abandoned them hide way more than what it’s written in between those words.

*rubs hands together*

SO.

I AM FINALLY DONE WITH ASRA'S PROFILE, AND OMG I SUPER INTRIGUED BY IT ALL TBH. I have kinda reconnected something from what I wrote a few months back, because I actually managed to make it work as I wanted, timeline-wise (and Jacob's existence was kinda the reason I was able to retcon and have Asra's story evolve this way).👀👀👀

I am starting to interwoven all my OCs' stories, in one way or the other, and dearest Asra here is fascinating me with how connected she is to the others👀👀👀.

Well, I hope you will like this and the infographics I did for her!!

Now I am working on Hiraeth's one, and hopefully they will be ready soon!

--Nemo

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[mymarifae]

every time someone says "an should have been vbs's leader" or "saki should have been leo/need's leader" i want to . slam my head through concrete. oh you missed the point so bad

1. the "leader" thing is kind of really fucking insignificant outside of where each group's story begins and promo materials. it doesn't mean one character is the "main character" of the group. project sekai doesn't HAVE a main character in the first place it's not that kind of story. each individual character is equally important to not only their group's story but the over-arching story of the whole game

2. leo/need's story begins with ichika because she is ultimately the one that brings them all back together. not saki. it is ichika's determination and frankly stubbornness that gets through to shiho and honami. like, saki was literally ready to give up on reconnecting with honami! (out of love and respect for her choices but like) if she was the focus leo/need would have been honami-less!! but ichika refuses to let it go. much like she refused to let go of their friendships throughout all of middle school.

when the story begins, we see ichika burnt out and hopeless. but that's only after years of trying and trying and trying and trying again to reconnect with shiho and later honami. this fandom does not understand ichika's character well . she's not meek and she doesn't back down easily she's not some like... fumbling "girlflop" she's incredibly driven and strong-willed. she lost some of that due to depression and isolation but as of leo/need's most recent arc ender she has pretty much regained her fiery spirit. she's leo/need's lead singer and MC for a reason

3. vivid bad squad's story opens with kohane because she's the only one who hasn't grown up/partially grown up on vivid street. if an or akito had been the "leader" we would have lost the magic of getting to know vivid street and its people and unique culture. it's all average every day life for them, but kohane is experiencing it all for the first time. it's only through her eyes that the audience can understand just how very special vivid street is

4. one more thing: you could say that the "leaders" represent the themes of each group and the general direction of their story arcs. vivid bad squad, among several other things, is all about improvement and growth and overcoming challenges and creating something new and finding a place to call home within a community. who better to represent that but the socially anxious newbie who never felt like she belongs anywhere and would never do anything with her life?

leo/need is about love and the ability to endure all hardships and preserve that love . it's about having a heart big enough to hope for the impossible and the willpower to make it reality. ichika, in all her hard-headed stubborn painfully persistent glory, is perfect for that.

similarly, mafuyu isn't nightcord's leader because nightcord is ultimately about healing. hope. finding a way to make life worth living again. these aren't paths he would have chosen on his own. he gave up on himself a long time ago. as did ena and mizuki, in their own ways. the best person to represent hope is the one who refuses to give up on anyone and stubbornly believes she can save them all

wonderlands x showtime is about moving forward to a brighter future and not letting the past keep you shackled in place. it's also about having lofty dreams and the selfishness to pursue those dreams. both of these things are why emu Isn't wxs's leader; she lacks that selfishness (i'm not using this word in a negative sense btw; i think being selfish can be a good thing. and sometimes being selfless is a bad one) tsukasa (and rui) has, and she often clings to the past.

and as far as more more jump and all their own themes of hope and never giving up go, of course their leader has to be minori. she brought three disillusioned, jaded ex-idols hope and reignited their passion! she's the walking embodiment of hope itself

[cancerian-woman]

klonnie au|inspired by the haunted mansion: For over a thousand years Klaus has loved and mourned his former wife, Bonnie. He has searched and discarded many companionships, but no one has been able to love and understand him like Bonnie did. Klaus has forcibly adapted to life without her, but on his journey to break his curse, he sees Bonnie following around a certain doppelgänger. He knows in his heart that Bonnie has returned to him and he's going to need his siblings' help getting her back.

An excerpt from this fic:

Bonnie set her skepticism aside as she sat her duffle bed on the large vintage ottoman of the Mikaelsons spare bedroom. Rebekah planned her birthday sleepover for her fellow cheerleaders weeks ago. This “holiday” was extra special to Bonnie’s physics partner, as her older brothers would be turning home from their business trip. While Rebekah has only been at Mystic Falls High for four weeks, Bonnie oddly trusted her like a sister.

The little witch was the first to arrive at the Mikaelson mansion. With whispers of magic in the house Bonnie couldn’t help but investigate. As a newbie witch, she wanted to find any source of new information possible. Her bedroom for the night was vintage styled and decorated with vibrant flowers in every corner. The smell of citrus hit her nose and she couldn’t be more pleased.

Bonnie did a twirl in the mirror admiring Rebekah’s choice in silk nightgowns and headbands. The witch saved herself some preparation time by pinning up her curled hair. Her peer did inform her since she was there first, she got to choose the red gown specifically. When was the last time her life was centered around an enjoyable night and not the struggles of being supernatural?

“You look beautiful,” Rebekah grinned, and stepped into the bedroom. “I could not imagine my birthday without you. You have been the kindest friend.”

Bonnie quickly accepted the hug. She felt a sense of magic within Rebekah but trusted she’d tell the truth on her own terms. Whether that be as a witch, werewolf or vampire. This girl was kind and it wouldn’t be fair though her friends suggested otherwise to call her out. Besides, Bonnie hadn’t even met the rest of the family. The cheer squad’s first night at the Mikaelsons wasn’t going to be filled with drama, not on Rebekah’s day.

“Wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world,” Bonnie replied, giving Rebekah an extra squeeze. “I can help you set up.”

Rebekah laughed at that. “Nonsense, darling, I can handle everything. Take a tour of my home.”

“Are you sure?” Bonnie asked, with her eyes wide. “What if I helped set the tables, arrange blankets or even do the food?”

“Yes, do not worry in my home you are not a guest here,” Rebekah said, sternly with a sigh beginning to turn away. The teen wasn’t even finished applying her makeup-and was still dressed in her bright robe. The rolls were just beginning to slip in her blonde hair. “Just shout if you need me!”

Bonnie checked her phone Caroline and Elena would be running late for different reasons. The others on the squad were on their way or running behind leaving Bonnie to explore on her own.

The Mikaelson manor sent shivers down Bonnie's spine. The place felt like a magical hotspot, giving her goosebumps all over. While she admired the clever vintage-themed designs of the family, she found their home to be dangerously confusing to navigate.

Bonnie decided to go to the nearest room with a light seeping through under the door. She gasped, as she accidentally stepped into a private art space.

The woman in the painting reminded Bonnie of herself before she entered the supernatural world: happy, carefree and filled with gratitude. Magic gave this woman joy. She existed across different eras, and Bonnie couldn't help but notice the time periods, which ranged from 1002 to the 2010s. The artist signed himself as Nik M with sentiments on eternal love. The woman through the art had lived through each era, embodying the luxurious fashion trends of Black women.

Bonnie wouldn’t go so far as to call this woman her doppelgänger, but the similarities were striking. They both had green eyes, golden skin, thick dark hair and other common traits like freckles in the Bennett’s. The young witch tried not to dwell on it, but for a moment, she entertained the unsettling thought of being a doppelgänger and shivered at the idea.

The painting that captivated Bonnie the most was of a woman with curly hair obscuring her face, holding her head high as if magic were being used to promote relaxation. Surrounded by a lush garden, she appeared more content than anything else in the world. In fact, in none of these paintings the woman was never down; she was at peace. As Bonnie reached out to touch the painting, she quickly withdrew her hand when the door opened.

“Not everyday I find a beautiful woman in my study,”

This man was unlike any she had ever seen. His dimpled grin and the curls resting on his shoulders caught Bonnie off guard. He had an enticing scent of expensive cologne that hinted at his attention to appearance. Although his shirt and pants were a simple dark henley with jeans, she couldn't help but notice his preference for a chain featuring a butterfly around his neck. Yes, she noticed an English accent similar to Rebekah’s.

“You can call me Nik, what is your name?” Nik asked, holding his hand out for Bonnie. “I am one of Rebekah’s eldest brothers.”

“Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett,” Bonnie said, returning the shake.

Their enclosed hand jolted upon touch and Bonnie quickly pulled away hoping Klaus didn’t notice.

“I thought Rebekah said you wouldn’t be home until later?”

“It is my sister’s birthday, what type of brother would I be without a surprise?”

“Dramatic entrance, for a smart brother.”

“I strive for the element of surprise, my love.” Nik smiled at the compliment.

Never being alone with a grown man before Bonnie’s mouth went dry and she got flustered. She was met at an uncomfortable crossroad. Be herself or do what her friends would do? She chose herself first.

“I can leave,” Bonnie suggested, not knowing how to flirt properly. “I know art can be really personal. I wouldn’t want to disrespect your space.”

“As an artist, explaining my motives is just as important. Would you desire a tour?” Nik questioned, holding his hand out for Bonnie. “There are hundreds perhaps more here. All of my wife.”

Bonnie reluctantly accepted the warm invitation. Their hands jolted and she felt a fiery passion burn the closer she was to Klaus.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?” Bonnie asked, as judging the photos of the woman framed on his antique desk.

“She was murdered, and before that, we promised eternal love. We wanted our story to be heard for centuries. I use my art to cope with her loss.” Nik sighed, as he traced a photo of the woman in seventies inspired clothing. “Love will never die, it was rather the purest forms of eternal affection.”

“I’m sorry you lost her. The way you remember her is really beautiful, Nik.” Bonnie compliments, and secretly swoons over him. “Did you ever receive justice for her murder?”

Klaus mockingly grinned at that question. “That person will never be heard from again. Tell me, Bonnie, do you ever think it is possible for souls to be connected?”

“Sounds like something out of a movie.” Bonnie said, brushing off the question. Not wanting to reveal her witch status.

“I think some people are aligned by fate. What goes around will return if it is meant to be.” Klaus pauses, and gazes into Bonnie really studying her beauty.

Klaus's throat went dry as he realized that Bonnie was exactly who Rebekah had described: his small, courageous, and daringly beautiful witch who loved him unashamedly. The red silk gown sparked the most enticing thoughts in his mind, and her skin still bore the sweet scent of honeysuckle that he remembered. However, instead of rushing to confess things that might send Bonnie running for the hills, he chose a softer approach.

“You're distracting, my love, would you like to see other pieces of art? The gardens perhaps?”

Bonnie blushed in response. There was something mystical and comforting about the mystical English artist. She’d rather hear stories about a man who loved his wife so much he kept her immortal in time.

“First, I want to know all about the artist and his work dedicated to making his wife immortal,” Bonnie said, looking into Klaus eyes. She might not tell everyone but she too enjoyed a romantic story from time to time!

For a fleeting moment that almost made the witch step-away she believed she saw Amber colored eyes but blue settled back in.

“Who would I be to disagree with a ravishing woman?” Klaus asked, pulling Bonnie closer to him. He wanted to moan at how sweet she smelled.

Bonnie giggled, and rolled her eyes. “Then I want that tour of the gardens and the pool area please? Rebekah is still getting ready.”

“As you wish,” Klaus obliged, and he noticed how Bonnie loved eye contact and physical touch as he explained his motives though she already understood him.

Klaus didn’t need to taste her blood or have a witch perform a spell to understand his wife had returned back to him. Once the time is right, Bonnie too will believe in their love again. His mother and father sought to keep them separated and Klaus will go to the ends of the earth to ensure Bonnie never leaves his life again.

The original vampire is just grateful Rebekah stalled Bonnie as he removed the paintings of her sleeping, jogging, gardening and anything else without her knowledge that would incriminate him too soon.

[ventique18]

Book 7, Chapter 7, Episode 101:

So the DiaRamshackle squad landed in Ignihyde, where they meet the completely aware Idia. They had thought they got out of a dream into the "real world", but it turns out they're just outside of Lilia's dream but still within Malleus' magical domain expansion-- which is Idia's "dream" now. Proof of this is because Sebek's still wearing his armor.

At this point in time, apparently they haven't really conversed with Idia yet. Sebek barely remembers that Idia's the Ignihyde housewarden LOL.

Sebek: "... That's right! I knew I've seen that face before. You're Ignihyde's housewarden! Back at the entrance ceremony, you attended in some sort of board-like thing. This might be the first time I've seen you in proper form."

Sebek: "I am from Diasomnia, First Year, Class D, Seat 33, Sebek Zigvolt!!" WHY IS HE SO ENTHUSIASTIC LMAO

Sebek: "This dopey man right here is Silver. Second Year, from the same dormitory!!" (DOPEY DSJKNDAS HE'S BASICALLY SAYING HE LOOKS HIGH LMAO)

Idia: "Are Malleus and co.'s ears still fine from being blasted by this boombox everyday at close-range..."

Silver: "Everyone, on alert! Idia-senpai, Grim, prefect, get behind me and Sebek!"

AND SO SUDDENLY THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED??

Idia: "Wuh?! What's this all of a sudden?! Ow, ow! I'm getting crushed between hard muscles and hard armor!"

IDIA????? IS THIS THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO BE COMMENTING ON MUSCLES OMFG LMAO

So the "darkness" have come for Idia because they sensed that someone needs to be lulled back to sleep lol.

Grim: "Malleus might pop up again to say "You're awake?"..!"

Sebek: "The "darkness" are fine, though I do not know if we can win against Lord Malleus without Sir Lilia..."

"No, we are ready!"

Sebek: "Whether it be the darkness, or Lord Malleus... We will definitely strike back!!!"

Idia: "Uogh... Wai-- too close... Can't... breathe..!"

HE'S LITERALLY SHAKING BACK AND FORTH HELP

AND THEN SUDDENLY SOMEONE SPEAKS!

???: "About Malleus and the dark shadows... You don't need to worry about them for a while. I think he's spending considerable "resources" trying to get Lilia Vanrouge back to sleep."

Ortho: "Hehe, sorry for making you worry."

Apparently, Ortho's appearing in monitor mode for now because trying to appear as his usual form in Idia's dreams causes some serious errors.

Ortho: "Anyway... Everyone, brother's face is already turning blue from asphyxiation. Can you let him go now?"

So the two let go of him and Idia let's in a HUGE GASP FOR AIR

Idia: "ohh I almost descended to the underworld... Tha-thanks for the save, Ortho..."

So anyway, Sebek starts questioning the two what they mean by Malleus using up resources to put Lilia to sleep. Ortho starts the explanation by recounting events. That during Lilia's farewell party, Malleus put everyone to sleep-- no, froze time and space itself. But Ortho in particular managed to escape from the island through communications satellite. Everyone was shocked because Ortho could do something like that?! Ortho just laughs and says his "peculiarity" was helpful, because while he's not a mage and therefore cannot have a unique magic, he can transmit his "soul" through radio waves.

Sebek: "Loathe as I am to admit... but human advancement in machinery is amazing."

Silver chimes in and praises that Ortho's uniqueness is something they can never attain no matter how hard they train. Ortho moves on, explaining that he went to STYX headquarters and there, they hatched the plan for Ortho to infiltrate Sage Island in order to analyze Malleus' unique magic, Fae of Maleficence.