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coff33andb00ks · 10 months ago

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vivvvv how about…

11 + 24 with lando 😊

"It's impossible to get rid of me."/"Are you awake or asleep?"

driver + number = drabble <3

maddie babe ily

warnings: disgusting perverted amount of fluff

Lando Norris is, in his own words, a little bitch.

Granted, he said those words when he was drunk and a moth flew too close to his face, but you'll never let him forget that he uttered them.

Nor will you let him forget you have video of him screaming in terror and running straight into the glass door of the balcony to get away from the moth.

It's what your friendship is based on: embarrassing moments that the other finds hilarious but no one else would understand. Like the time you spent three minutes telling a store mannequin what you were looking for, or the time Lando locked himself out of his apartment at four in the morning. He has a tendency of doing that, so much so that when it happens he shows up at your place.

Like he is now, in his joggers and slides, without his wallet or phone, smiling sheepishly at you like it isn't three a.m.

"Don't you have other friends," you grumble, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.

"None that'll answer the door this late," he sighs.

You sigh and step back to let him in, pretending to be unaffected by the scent of him freshly showered. "How'd it happen?"

"Took out the trash and thought I had my key in my pocket." He looks entirely too comfortable in your tiny apartment, shirtless and his hair still damp.

Nodding, you shuffle to your bedroom to collect the spare key to his place. That he'd given to you so casually, like it was a normal thing for him to hand out an extra key, when you knew it wasn't because even Fewtrell didn't have a spare key back when Lando lived in England still.

"C'mon, you know I'll need it. Besides, you're the only one I trust to have it." He dropped the key - attached to a Snoopy keychain that you remember him buying in Vegas - into your purse. "There. Now it's impossible to get rid of me."

As if you'd ever want to.

He follows you into the bedroom and you're painfully aware of your unmade bed and the clothes you'd left on the floor. Which is ridiculous, because it's Lando, he's been in your bedroom before, he's seen your dirty underwear–

Just not at three in the morning...

"Fuck," you mutter, turning your purse upside down to empty it onto the dresser. The essentials of your life spill out, lip gloss and gum and wallet and keys - but not Lando's because that one stays on its Snoopy keychain it's special - and hand sanitizer and notepad and six pens and tissues and the ticket stub from the movie he took you to see two weeks ago and a friendship bracelet and two pads. Everything but his key.

"Don't tell me you've lost it," he says.

You scoff at the idea. You may have lost your mind, your sanity, and sometimes your wallet, but you'd never lose his key. Your sleepy mind scrambles. Two weeks ago you pulled it to give to him and–

"Oh shit it's at my place," he mumbles, clapping a hand over his face.

"Lando!" you groan, sweeping everything back into your purse.

He's sorry, you're annoyed, and after bickering uselessly you tell him to just go to bed, he can get his superintendent to let him in in the morning.

It's not unusual to share a bed with him. Lando's a clingy, touchy feely person, half the time you travel with him he ends up taking you into staying in his room. Ostensibly because he likes to talk but really because he wants to cuddle.

"You awake?" he whispers in the darkness. "Or asleep?"

You don't answer, because you know he's about to say something profoundly sweet or incredibly stupid.

He presses his face into your hair and sighs, much like an exhausted dog finally settling down for a good sleep. "I do it on purpose sometimes," he whispers. "Cuz I sleep better with you than when I'm alone."

As confessions go it's probably your favorite. But you have to pretend you don't hear it. You're smiling though, and you let out a sleepy little hum. And you feel him smile.

#inbox #f1 x reader #f1 #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #drabbles

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radioisntdead · 1 year ago

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Hey could I request a scenario where the reader is Alastor's niece and the vees have a crush and alastor's reaction to finding out as well as the Vees. Honeslty if you have it where he beats up basically goes ha no for Vals part and beats him up I'd love that

Good evening my dear after writing I'm realizing you may have meant for them to be separate categories but I went love square [???]

Warnings!!

Valentino, the Vee's being weird, OOC, Vox being a voyeuristic creep, reader has deer features

You know after aiding your favorite [and only] uncle in murder and falling to hell while your mother and grandma ascended above, having a trio of overlords falling head over heels for you was NOT on your bingo card.

You didn't notice them having a crush on you until Auntie Rosie pointed it out when Velvette had a large shipment of not only clothing mailed to you but with flowers, Vox had sent electronics and more flowers [that Alastor would have such joy destroying] and Valentino had sent you erotica.

Classy.

Velvette would be the most aggressive in getting your attention, she probably also has the biggest chance to win over your affections, shoving people out of the way to talk to you, affectionately calling you things, giving you a new woredrob every other week, flowers, personally inviting you to her fashion shows and giving you VIP seating.

Vox watches you, I imagine you at least have a phone probably not Voxtech though so I imagine it's probably slightly harder to watch you through that, but with drones and other devices he watches, probably calls you something like Doe-eyes or Dollface, he's called you mini Alastor a couple of times which you did NOT APPRECIATE, once he realizes that Alastor keeps destroying the technology he sends you he switches to flowers, with cameras in them, he sometimes teleports through them and is often met with you swinging something at him and breaking his screen, unfortunately for you he's into that.

Valentino, arguably the WORST one to have pinning over you, dude manages to pop out at the worst times offering to make you a star, asking you to warm his bedroom, uncomfortably leaning in and touching you.

You ripped off his antenna.

The three of them bicker over you in private.

Now after you figured out WHY they were sending you shit and giving you special privileges you immediately snitched to Uncle Alastor because you did NOT want to deal with the whole dumpster fire that was the Vees.

Now Alastor wasn't naive about the Vee's... Affections towards you, again they sent you a concerning amount of things, but he didn't do anything because you're an adult and you can make your own decisions.

But when you come to him saying that Valentino sent you erotica and made you uncomfortable?

Well you are his one and only niece! The only family he has down here! The least he can do is squish a little purple moth for you!

You wonder if restraining orders were a thing in hell and if they'd work.

Now the TV guy and fashionista surprisingly were NOT completely thrown off by their buddy's screams getting absolutely blasted on Alastor's radio broadcast, they kept their simping to a more low-key level with only flowers getting shipped to you from Velvette and weird love emails from Vox.

Vox for some reason thinks asking Alastor for your hand in MARRIAGE, was a good idea.

It was NOT.

He's lucky he didn't meet the same fate as Valentino.

Maybe one day you'd choose one of the remaining Vee's or both if you're into that, or maybe neither.

But for now you'd use their infatuation with you to your advantage.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed and I think it's probably obvious at this point that Velvette is my favorite out of the Vee's.

Am I ever going to write a fic where Valentino isn't injured or straight up dead in some way? No, no I'm not.

Anyways as always thank you for tuning in!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel velvette x reader #velvette x reader #and unfortunately #valentino x reader

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solbaby7 · 1 year ago

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Seen

[part 2 of the “Seen” mini-series]

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: stranger danger, mentions of alcohol, some swearing, tension, probably typos

summary: Danger lurks around every corner but you've found friends in the shadows.

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Your feet really fucking hurt.

You’d told yourself countless times to stop wearing these shoes when working the bar but for some reason, whenever you were in a rush and scrambling to screw your head on straight, your feet always seemed to subconsciously slip into these death traps.

They offer no resistance against the slick floors and you’d nearly dropped three pitchers when turning to serve them but something had steadied you; cool and quick and gone when your head snapped back to catch the culprit. “When are you off?” Your regular asks over the rim of his beer; his hands always wrapped in thick bandaging, around the tips of his fingers and this time there was a butterfly bandage near his nose.

“You know me, off when the last person leaves.” The rag is warm in your hands, the strong smell of disinfectant burning your nose but it’s better than leaving the suspicious stick of whatever had been left behind from previous customers on the countertops. “You been sharpening those swords without your safety helmet again?”

His cheeks go red, a little smile pulling at his mouth. “Don’t start—you’re sounding like my missus.”

“Sounds like she’s a smart woman.” You’re off before he can answer, falling into the usual rhythm of greeting and pouring—the occasional disappearing to lug in more ice before wiping the bar down and repeating it before the tables were moved for the band to settle in.

“Have you fallen on your ass yet?” A familiar voice drawls out from behind you, arms crossed on the bar top.

The smile pulls immediately, life seeming to pour back into you when Nesta comes into view and you’re preparing her a beer in seconds. “Not yet but the night is still young.”

“You should just throw them away—you’re going to complain all night about the blisters.”

“I’ll throw them away the second you throw out that dress; the moth bitten holes in it makes you look like a spinster.”

She huffs out a laugh over her beer, shoulders relaxing and form leaning in closer as she mumbled something about that being fair enough. There’s casual conversation, quick catch ups since her last visit and the usual muttered apologies for not coming sooner but it’s always waved off by that warm smile of yours. “Don’t explain yourself. Life happens, I get it.”

Maybe that was why Nesta always found herself coming back here; even when she didn’t really like the beer or the ambiance because people dry humping against one another on the open floor didn’t exactly categorize under one of her favorite things. You just understood—no pressures, no forced words and explanations; just motherly smiles and hands that felt safe when patting atop Nesta’s own. “So, you and Azriel?”

The glass you were cleaning slips from your hands and crashes to the floor, the grin pulling on Nesta’s face the picture of pure mischief. Those grey-blue eyes never leave you as you rush for the glass broom, sweeping away your clumsiness and waving off the male customers who liked to act as your security guards. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” She hums, flicking at a stack of napkins. “Then, why’d he ask me about you?”

You’re caught red handed when you whip around to face her, obviously intrigued and unable to hide the curiosity when you take a step closer, hands leaning before her against your side of the bar. “Asked about what?”

“Asked who you were and what I knew about you.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told him the truth.”

Your brows furrow, the bell on the front door ringing to life and a group of rowdy men begin to filter in when you shout out a, “Sorry, bars closed.” Your eyes are back on her in an instant, ignoring their groans of displeasure before going back there they came to find a place who would serve them. “What’s that mean, you told him the truth?”

Nesta shrugs, annoyingly aloof and it takes your hand smacking against the bar for her to continue, a pleased look in her eye; she loved riling you up, always crooning some patronizing comment about being adorable when you’re upset. “Relax, I just told him your name—how we met. He seemed satisfied enough.”

“Satisfied enough with what?”

“With the fact that you’ll probably be around often since we’re such good friends.” She continues when picking up on your blush, fingers busying themselves with organizing items that already had a home. “Which is why after you’re off; you’re spending the night with me.”

“But what about, Marco?”

Nesta’s amusement fades at the mention of your cat; a slinking ball of inky black fur and jade green eyes that seemed to follow her every move—it was the only thing she’d found remotely intimidating. “Not a chance.”

“Then, I can’t go.” You sigh. “I’ve been gone all day, it’s unfair for me to leave him alone all night too.”

She doesn’t any anything; mouth screwed up into a snarl while she watches you actually begin close the bar down and when she glances at the clock she notices there’s at least another two hours left of your shift. “Fine, I’ll send someone for him but if I wake up and he’s staring down into my soul again I’ll make Elain cook him for breakfast.”

Her drink is paid for and her cloak is heavy on slender shoulders but no one dared bother her as she left, hair billowing behind her with the gust of wind that poured through the open doors. It takes a few seconds to start moving normally again, your mind too consumed with the swelling excitement and anxiety that resulted from thinking about the shadowsinger but the night finishes fairly quickly. Without more drinks flowing, the guests are hasty to close their tabs and stumble out; that same disinfectant burning your nose as you clean the tables and seats; an old broom sweeping away peanut shells and beer caps.

Exhaustion begins to settle when flipping chairs, tipping out the band and locking the back door behind them. Nesta was right about the shoes though—you definitely should throw them away. Especially with the slight limp that forms from the pain of skin and cloth rubbing against cheap leather.

It’s prickly outside as you lock up, fingers grazing against the light switch when you hear the footsteps start behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, heart thudding in your chest the closer they get, the inebriated mumbling and heavy breathing. “Look what we’ve got here.” His voice carries through the night and you’re quick to start walking towards the light; towards where people might still be lingering but it was awfully late and the promise of safety seemed to grow more slim the further he followed. “Why are you running? I just want to talk.”

You don’t dare look back, feet moving so quickly you were sure you’d start flying but that doesn’t happen and when a heavy hand clamps down on your shoulder, the reaction steals your breath away. Cool shadows appear from out of your cloak, wrenching the man’s hand away so hard he lets out a yelp. Another shadow covers his mouth as two others drag him off between two dark buildings but you’re frozen in place—feet cemented to the ground and eyes so wide you thought they’d roll clean out of your head.

You look around for the master of the shadows, searching for that golden brown skin and dark hair; those hazel eyes and giant membraneous wings.

He’s not there.

Not when you gain the courage to whisper his name and not when the shadows return—alone. They don’t retreat back to hiding in your cloak, instead they sift through your hair and over the spot where the man had grabbed you, all circling around as if assessing for damage before one nudges at the bottom of your spine, pushing you in the direction of their choice.

And without another word, you follow.

—

Nesta is quick to link arms when you arrive, not bothering to thank the giant soldier with shoulder length hair that she’d sent out to get you just outside of town. He’d peered down at you closely, smelling the anxiety permeating from your form, the shaky hands and jumpy demeanor that you’d brushed off with a kind smile. Cassian; she later reveals with a look you’d never seen on her face before but when you raise a brow she’s quick to return it—averting the conversation with little issue. “I think I like Marco a little more now; he put up quite the fight when I sent Cassian to retrieve him.”

“Is that what those scratches were?” You keep your voice down, unsure if he could still hear. “I thought he was just a little freaky in bed.”

Nesta lets out a bark of a laugh, quickly guiding you into her room and shutting the door behind her. Marco is already at your feet, front paws stretching and butt up in the air as his tail swished back and forth around your ankle. A quick scratch behind the ear and he’s already off again, smoothly jumping up on a desk and carefully weaving through stacked books. “You close up okay?”

Briefly, your mind flashes back to the man—to the shadows that had protected you and urged you away when your head tried to turn and see what had become of the stranger who dared reach for you. You hadn’t seen them since Cassian had come for you, hands rustling through your clothes for any sign of them but nothing. “Yeah, everything was fine.”

There's a second where you're sure she's caught you—her recently acquired fae hearing always clueing her in on any slight change of your heartbeat or when the scent of your chemistry shifted when under emotional duress; but Nesta is quick to fill the silence with words. You'd listened earnestly when she rambled about her books or how much she hated when her sister kept poking and prodding at her to open up but Nesta had gotten especially riled up once you'd mentioned Cassian. "Is he the one you say is just so infuriating?"

"He's a brute— a complete animal. There's no way anything could ever happen between us."

"Are you telling me or convincing yourself?"

Nesta shoots you a stare, gaze hot when she stomps to the door, house slippers nearly flying off her feet in her haste as she flipped you the middle finger. "I'm going to grab us some drinks, stay put."

Only a minute had passed, maybe less.

You truly had every intention of listening until Marco slipped through the sliver sized crack in the door and disappeared down the hallway. "Marco," You call out, voice hushed and motions frantic as you rush to retrieve him before he wandered off somewhere you couldn't save him from. "Get back here, right now."

You hadn't realized how large the home truly was, long hallways lined with door after door. Generations of wealth showed proudly in the gold crown moulding and runner carpets so soft your toes sunk into the plush material. A piece of you yearns for another shadow to whisk you away to wander around and gaze at the wonders acquired by Azriel and his friends—his family.

You nearly forget the objective, thoughts straightened out when your peripheral catches the movement of inky black fur slipping into a room on the right. Light still glowed from under the door, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you prayed it were empty when you slip inside. You're not even fully in the room, the end of your nightgown just barely missing getting caught when you whisper out. “Marco?“

“We really should stop meeting like this.”

A shout pulls from you, hand smacking over your chest and the breathless laugh the follows is filled with relief. "Mother above, I thought I was done for."

Azriel doesn’t answer, wings pulled high behind him as Marco studies him throughly, whiskers taut when creeping forward to sniff at him. “This belongs to you?”

“He.”

Marco doesn’t give in easily; not until a shadow pulls forward and the feline instantly relaxes, body easing into the floor and soft belly exposed in submission. “Interesting.”

You’re unbearably aware of the lack of clothing you’re wearing and your arms subconsciously cross over your chest. “He’s gotten pretty used to them,” You confess softly, eyes darting about the room. Dark curtains draped over tall windows, a giant bed fit for giant wings with a thick duvet that probably costed more than you made in a whole month. “—a few have been lingering around.”

Azriel raised a brow, golden eyes sliding to the darkness that appeared at your feet, seemingly making themselves smaller behind you. “I had wondered where they went.”

Bare toes pat quietly against glossy floors, the soft satin of your nightgown swishing at your thighs and you don’t bother hiding the way you’re staring at his things; the assortment of weapons hung on the wall near his bed, a book laid flat against the table, a few pages noticeably dog-earred and curiosity spurs. “Aren’t they your shadows? I thought they were supposed to do as you wanted.”

“Usually, yes.” He watches as you slowly stroll about his room, fingers hovering over wooden carvings and daggers purchased purely for display. “But, it seems they’ve taken a certain—interest in you.”

You turn to face him with intent to respond, a smile growing until you see his brows furrow, golden eyes squinting and in three strides he’s before you. You freeze when his hand raises, pushing aside the strands of hair covering your shoulder.

“What happened here?”

You move to pull away, hands flicking at your hair to cover the bruise but the light has already caught it, hazel-eyes finally comprehending the shape—a hand. “Oh, that's nothing." It was superficial, sure to fade in a few days time. "Really, I’m perfectly fine.”

“That doesn’t look fine.” Azriel's polite tone alters, cadence dropping low and cold and the cobalt siphons on his hands glow under the mood change. He's still touching you, undeterred by the feeble attempt to shake him off and he effortlessly brings you in closer, fingers grazing over the injury. "Who did this to you?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me."

Your head shakes twice, hand curling around his wrist and you make no move this time to push him away. Instead, you bask in the warmth of his skin on your own, the casual touch that sent your body into flames regardless of the conversation at hand. He was just so handsome and his room smelled so good and Marco seemed to like him; the slinking ball of onyx fur sprawled out comfortably on the large duvet. "I truly don't know." You mentally curse the shake of your voice but Azriel seems to pick up on the fact that it wasn't due to fear. His gaze bores holes into your face, shifting from male to spy in a matter of seconds; catching the way your eyes dart over to the shadows behind him. "They handled it for me."

Azriel doesn't miss a beat. "Who is they?"

You don't answer, too lost in the warmth of eyes like burning embers and they follow the finger you point behind him. "There were four of them, they came out of my cloak when he grabbed me—“

“You were alone?”

Something unnameable grows inside your belly at his concern, at the fire that blazed behind that gentlemanly disposition; the care at which skilled fingers trace over marks not meant to be on your body. “I was closing up after work. Nesta sent Cassian to get me, I was fine.”

“This is not fine,” He insists, tone low and body poised for a fight; a shadowsinger shifting into a spymaster, one who could kill in ten different ways before you could even fully inhale a breath. The touch of his hand disappears and you hope he doesn’t catch the way your body subconsciously takes a little step closer, chasing the warmth when he walks away, disappearing into a closet.

“I think your shadows felt the same way,” You whisper back, unsure if he’d even heard you but you continue anyway, frozen in place and yearning for time to go back just so you could have a reason to touch his skin once more. “I’m pretty sure they killed him—though I can’t be certain. They wouldn’t let me look.”

That captures his attention; the rustling of items moving around slowing to a halt until his towering frame fills the doorway and his heart clenches when he sees the shadows circling you, twisting around your legs and grazing against your cheeks to comfort. You don’t shy away, leaning into the ghost of a touch as if you hadn’t just admitted they’d possibly committed murder for you.

"I truly don't even know what I would've done if they weren't there."

Azriel's steps are silent when he approaches, a dagger held in his grasp and he presents it to you with more softness than anyone had ever regarded you with. "Take this—and keep them, they seem to like you more than me anyways."

“I couldn’t,” You’re quick to deny, hands raising to object but Az is stubborn. “They’re yours.”

The metal is cool in your palms, the weight new and foreign in your grasp. “They are,” Azriel’s finger reaches for the shadow around your shoulder and unlike the others hovering around his tall frame, these don’t rush to attach to him. They stay close by your side, alert for potential dangers but undeniably comfortable around you. “—but they want you and it would make me feel a lot better knowing you’ll be safe.”

You can smell the mint of his toothpaste, eyes dashing down a second to take in full lips before quickly averting your gaze. “Thank you.” Words don’t feel like enough. “I’m not sure how I could ever repay for your kindness.”

You’re halfway out the door when he answers, Marco hot on your heels and knife safe in its leather holder. “Just promise that every time you’re over, you’ll come looking for me.”

A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth, cheeks going warm. “It’s a deal.”

When you find your way back to Nesta’s room she’s already waiting, two cups of tea steaming hot before her and the book in her grasp is closed without being marked when she hears you enter. She says nothing, grey-blue eyes lighting up with mischief when they catch on the top of your arm and a manicured nail points at the dark ink that swirled there. “I hate to admit it but it suits you.”

You hum, fingers running over the intricate vines looped around like the arm cuff you’d been staring at the first night you’d met the High Lords shadowsinger. “I thought so too.”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar #azriel x you #a court of mist and fury #azriel acotar #acotar fanfiction #acowar #send asks #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar azriel #azriel #acotar angst #acotar fic #high lord rhysand #cassian #solbaby7

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directdogman · 9 months ago

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I HAVE A HANDFUL OF QUESTIONS ACTUALLY

One, do you listen to Lemon demon or Will Wood songs, and if you do, what are your favorites

Two! What do you think about all the ask blogs that are au's of DSAF

Three, what's your favorite flavor of waffle (very important)

Four, this isn't actually a question but seeing your work makes me feel nostalgic for the pre-pandemic world

That's all :3

I hope you're fine with having a moth glued to your window lurking at looking at your Blog lmao

hello, hello!

1)yes for both. for lemon demon, i really like touch tone telephone, cabinet man and eighth wonder. for will wood, there's a lot of his songs i like. Skeleton Appreciation Day, Willard and Self + Ish are favourites.

2)I don't really follow any ask blogs, but fan aus are cool.

3)probably potato waffles because they're so cheap to buy and pretty filling. I literally just ate two less an hour ago and I've been eating tons of em lately. you can cook em in the toaster and top them with 2 fried eggs, then rinse 'n' repeat and feed yourself for weeks with a comically small amount of money. they also store in the freezer meaning if you buy them in bulk, you probably won't ever have to throw em out. for that reason, they're my #1. they've always got my back

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vulpixisananimal · 6 months ago

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[A:3 C:58]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

(Today, You woke up squished between Ramos and Isabeau, and it was perhaps the safest you’ve felt in months.)

(Ramos’ arms were around your abdomen, and Isa reached all the way over you and Ramos’ bodies, keeping you all close. Your face was resting between Ramos’ head and Isabeaus chest. Your arms were around him. . . Stars. . .)

(You love them both so, so much.)

(The bed wasn’t the biggest in the world, but neither were you, so the three of you made it work. You feel Isabeau rousing from sleep first. You let out a soft laugh.) “G’morning, sleepyhead. . .”

“Sssiiifffff. . .” (He pulls you closer and leans kisses your head.) “Ssiffyyy. . .”

“Nooooo.” (The anguished groan came from Ramos as you were pulled away, they shuffled closer and held you tighter with both arms.) “Waaarrmmmm. . .”

“Mmmmsooo waaarmmm. . .” (Isabeau buried his head in your hair and nuzzled it.)

“Noooooo I’m being burriiiieeeeeddd. . .”

“Lost foreeeeeverrrrrr.” (Isabeau cries dramatically.)

“Buried away. . . My most precious treasure. . .” (Ramos giggles and kisses your neck.)

“W-whuh-” (You’re- o-ohstars you feel hot-)

“My cutest little wish. . .” (Isabeau kisses your head.)

“G-guys-” (You lost your words as Ramos kissed your neck again. Isa kissed your head. Ramos kissed your shoulder, Isa your forehead, your cheek, your chin-)

(You’re being buried in kisses!! Help!!!! HELP!!!!!!)

{No. Punishment.}

(HELP!!!!)

[Oh no Stardust! Surrounded by two rock types? At this rate you’ll be K.Oed in no time!!]

(You felt so so dizzy, Isa was kissing you on the lips, Ramos was by your ear, ss-stars-)

(Isa pulled away, hand to your cheek.) “Too much?”

“Mnhfghnfdms.” (You felt so dizzy.) “sssoososo much. . .”

“S-sorry Siffrin.” (Ramos relents too.) “Not a good idea?”

“N-nonoI liked it just- b-breath, breather-” (You breathe, in and out, your heart, o-oh. .)

[(But isn’t this what you wanted?)]

(I-)

[(You wanted to be vulnerable, and congratulations! You got it~ You get to be the doll, the plaything, the actor for these two now! That is until they throw us away. And then where will you be!)]

(N-no they, won’t do that! I, I love them! So, s-so why would they-)

[(Oh! I see! Just like how you wanted to remember! Or how you wanted to keep living! Lying yourself to make yourself feel better! That’s alright, Host, I understand! Because you’re-)]

(You’re snapped out of your moment by Ramos BITING YOUR EAR?!?

(You jump up into a sitting position, mouth over your face, turning to them.) “R-RAMOS?!?!”

“S-sorry!!” (They covered their face with the blanket.) “I-I, uh, sorry. S-still, trying to, get a hold on that mind craft stuff and I might have maybe a little bit overheard a little that something bad might be happening in there so-”

“O-oh! Uh. . .” (You scratch your arm.) “I. . . Thanks, uh. . .”

“A-are you sure? I’m, not really supposed to-”

(Isabeau reaches out and flicks Ramos forehead, then sits up as well.) “You meant good, Ramos, it’s alright!”

“O-okay--” (They sit up, too.) “. . . I, think we should get up.”

“O-oh yeah.”

“Too true! Breakfast awaits!!”

>>>

“Sleep better tonight, kiddo?” (Ramos asked Bonnie as you were stuffing your face.)

“Eh.” (Bonnie replied between sips of a warm soup.) “Nightmare again, no moth, but it still felt better.”

“Well that’s not nothing!” (Mirabelle responded confidently.) “How does that work again, Rams?”

“You need a dreamlight in your room I think.” (They replied before slapping their head.) “Stars I should have put mine up in your room, sorry.”

“It’s ok.” (Bonnie took another sip.) I cn’ handle it.”

“No the crab you can’t.” (Nille interrupted, appearing from the kitchen.) “Rams, you can have more than one dreamlight, right?”

“Yeah? Oh! I could probably find one somewhere for Bonnie.”

“Perfect.” (Nille sat down.) “That god’s quickly becoming a favorite, sorry Change.”

“Oh no need to apologise to them.” [You interrupt sarcastically.] “They’re insane, quite insane.”

“H-hey!” (Mirabelle replied. Really, Loop?)

“Sorry Mirabelle, I’m speaking the truth~” [Oh come on, Stardust.] “Ah and sorry, I couldn’t help jumping in~ Because do you know just how the Change God reacted to Stardust's little never changing time loop?”

“O-ohheyLoop-” [Ramos looked surprised.] “Yeah uh, you guys were gonna tell me sometime right?”

“Now’s the time!” [You giggled.] “To abridge the story to avoid spoilers for Mirabelle; Changey oh so cheekily teased Siffrin about it, and was fine with it! A never ending two day loop! Fine!”

“. . . . Huh!” [Ramos leans back.] “I can believe it.”

“Yeah that doesn’t seem too far fetched actually.” [Mirabelle puts a finger to her chin.] “Besides! Siffrin did change a lot in that time. And hi Loop!”

“Eugh. Stars, was I the only one who thought that was unexpected?”

[No-one challenges you on that.]

“I hate you all so much.”

“O-oh! Right! Loop.” [Ramos swallows their bite of food, then pauses before continuing.] “U-uh, I, needed to, ask you something.”

“Oh really?” [You squint at them, hand to your mouth.] “What would you need answered by me?”

“A-actually uh, Siffrin asked me something but, I, want to check you first. A-and others.”

[Oh?] “Go on?”

“W-well.” [They clear their throat.] “They, wanted me to teach them, some, mind craft. J-just in case Perci, y’know. . .”

[You stare at Ramos, then go back to your own food and angrily take a bite out of it, swallow.] “I’ll think about it.”

“T-thanksIjustwantedtocheckbecauseIdindn’twanttocrossa-”

[Ramos was interrupted by a loud clanging of the bells in the distance. Ramos perked up.] “. . What time is it?!?”

“Uhm, quarter to eleven?

“. . . . CRAB!” [They jumped from their seat.] “The bells get rung off the hour if there’s some sadness atack!”

“O-OH!” [Isabeau jumps up too.] “Let’s go help em’ out then!!”

“Wonderful idea~” [You and Mirabelle get up, but Isa puts a hand on your shoulder.]

“You’re still recovering, Loop.” [He smiles at you.] “Please stay here?”

“I-” (Heeeee has a point.) “. . . Ugh, fine.”

“I’ll kick some butt for you, Lulu.” [Isa leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips]

[You immediately covered your face with your cloak and sat down. S-stars. . .]

>>>

(Ramos)

(Just in time!!)

(You didn’t pause for even a second, you rushed out of the city gate, and your tonfa rushed into the face of a sadness.)

“FINALLY!!” (Thai hopped back next to you, he was wielding a massive claymore.) “Where the crab WHERE you!!!”

“Running, mostly!!” (You reply cheekily.) “What were you doing! Except getting your ass beat-”

“DUCK! IDIOTS!!!” (Your instincts react faster than your head, you duck, as does Thai. A beam of craft energy passes overhead, piercing multiple sadness at once.)

(You look up, Ark was a few feet away, bow in hand, rock sign out. You wave.) “Cool craft!”

“SORRY WE’RE SLOW!!” (Isabeau and Mirabelle join the rest of you, you turn back to the waves of incoming sadness, back to it!!)

(Stars there was a lot.)

(You clobber another sadness, dance back, move around. Hit another, get going. Just focus on one fight at a time, you’ll beat em!)

(Why the hell was there so many sadness anyway? Oh what was that explanation again. . ?)

(An overabundance of sadness when the King froze the place, once the King disappeared, so did the sadness. That left a gap in the ecosystem for a few months with little to no sadness, then the sadness population booms for a little bit to fill the gap, then evens out eventually.)

(Stars above, that time of no sadness was nice while it lasted!)

(An arrow whistles by your head, a shield softens the blow from another. You tackle a sadness going for Thai, help take one down with Isa.)

(. . . You were starting to feel less useless.)

(Your muscles burned with each strike. Your bones shook with the impact of your feet in the grass. Your mind darted from threat to threat, trying to keep up. Dancing back, forward, defence, offence.)

(Ugh, Stars.)

(You feel a hand on your shoulder, Ark had put her bow aside and got her sword and shield out.) “Feel alright?”

“Yeah, just hungry.” (Eyeroll.) “We didn’t even finish breakfast!”

“Same here.” (Ark huffed, before jogging in and slashing at a sadness.) “I didn’t realize you were Eris kid! Sorry uh-”

“It’s cool!” (You circle around, striking the sadness from the back.) “I changed, probably didn’t recognize me!”

“Yeah, you look good by the way!” (Block, stab.) “Love the weapon choice, too!”

“Aww thanks!” (With a kick the sadness fell.) “I’m dual rock/scissors, so it’s perfect for me!”

“Oh sick!!” (Arks eyes lit up.) “Good defensively around the arms, and good for fast strikes!”

“Exactly!!” (You smiled, and moved to attack another sadness.) “They’re an ass to learn though!”

“I bet!” (Ark moved in with a big sword sweep.) “But I can’t say crab about stuff like that!”

“What does that mean?!” (Dodge, dodge, dodge.)

“It means-” (With a motion Ark threw her shield aside and grabbed the sword with both hands, and swung, slicing the sadness clean in half.) “I, -huff-, got training in a crab-ton of weapons.”

“Really?!?” (You pick her shield up and toss it to her.)

“Yeah!” (She puts the shield back on.) “Lotta people like to read a book to relax. Me? I like learning a new fighting style!”

“Nice!” (You twirl a tonfa.) “That friend of mine, Siffrin, they wanna use more weapons. Maybe you could teach em?”

“Sure! Come by the big ass tower near the gate sometime, I usually stay there. Now, shall we?”

“Please.” (And off to the next sadness.)

(This banter continued, exchanging jokes, comments, advice with each other, as well as the rest of the group here! You were getting so in the zone, you barely focused on fighting the waves of sadness. Then you’d get slapped and snap back to reality.)

(But it was taking a while.)

“Uuuhrg my fists are starting to cramp.” (Isa complains, shaking a hand out.)

“I got PLACES TO BE can these sadness just freakin’ GO!?!” (Thai spat on the ground.)

“Just a bit longer!” (Mirabelle reassured.) “It’s starting to thin out! I-I think, but we just-”

(Someone behind you snaps their fingers.)

(And a row of sadness’ heads exploded.)

(It was a blinding flash of white light, mixed with that same shade as before. But as soon as the light was there, it was gone. Who- you turn around.)

(Merlon was standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes.)

(She snapped her fingers again, you saw a spark of light, and another row of sadness exploded.)

“Blinding crabs!” (You duck down, looking back at the fireworks, then back to Merlon. It looked like the others were having similar reactions.) “What the VOID?!?”

“O-oh Change. . .” (Mirabelle looked shocked.)

“Ooooooh crab okay.” (Isabeau was too pumped with adrenaline.)

“Woah.” (Ark, well, you knew the face of someone who wanted to try that later.)

“YEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” (And Thai was, Thai.)

(Merlon snapped their fingers one last time, and the last sadness’ exploded into light.)

“. . . . . . . . . . . . .”

“. . . . My apologies.” (Merlon bowed shallowly.) “I had some emotions to get out of my system.”

“. . . . . No kidding!” (You chuckle nervously.) “U-uh, that, was, uh. . .”

“HOW’D YOU-” (Thai starts.)

“No.” (Merlon cuts him off.)

“BUT-”

“You’ll die.” (They wave him away.) “Don’t you have a Tea-vern to run?”

“CRAB! RIGHT!” (And Thai was off in an instant.)

(You stood up straight, Isabeau and Mirabelle walking next to you. . . Could. . . Could Merlon always do that?!? Ark looked between you all and Merlon. She must have caught the tension) “. . . . . I’ll let you catch up.”

(Once she was out of earshot, you had to ask.) “. . . Why didn’t you do that when fighting us before?”

“Doing so would have left Perci frozen in time.” (They turn to leave.) “Either due to Lady Mirabelles death, or refusal to cooperate.”

“Hey wait!” (Isabeau steps forward.) “Weren’t you recovering because of that thing you did?!? Why are you here all of a sudden doing that?!?”

“. . . I spent a few more days than necessary to recover.” (She glances back.) “And I was discharged a few days ago.”

(Oh.)

(. . . . That piece of stinking crab meat Perci!!!) “He was at the medhouse the other day though?!?”

“To ask about craft exhaustion remedies.” (She waved a hand, then continued to walk away.) “Take care of yourselves, hopefully when we next meet you’ll happily help us with our research.”

(You watch her leave. As they walk to the gate, you see another familiar figure. The twin swords, the messy hair, the vest. He leans down and kisses her hand, and they walk back to the city together.)

(. . . If it wasn’t for literally everything else, you’d call them a cute couple.)

#isat #in stars and time #art #isat art #isat au #siffrin system au #isat fanart #sifstem #isat siffrin #isat spoilers #isat shipping #isat fanfic #isat ramos #isat isabeau #isat mirabelle #isat bonnie #isat loop

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zyonsay · 1 year ago

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could we get some max verstappen x m!reader childhood friends to bfs hcs? hope your day is great :D

Childhood Friends to Bfs Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Hcs about how you and Max came to be boyfriends

Reader: Male

Warnings: We hate Jos verstappen in this household

Now playing: 'West Coast' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there anon, I hope you like it! <3

And i wish you a nice day too, Merry Christmas!

The first time you met was when you were about three years old. Your dads had brought you along to a race and it made sense that they introduced their children.

Max was shy at first, but you insisted on him playing with you and your toy cars. You handed him the blue one while you kept the red one and that’s how your friendship was born.

To every race your dad had brought you along, you took the two toy cars with you in a small backpack, in hopes of getting to play with your new friend ‘Mats’.

When you two started karting, you got to see each other more regularly. The two toy cars were replaced by your favorite cars and the baby blabbering turned into elaborate conversations. Or at least as elaborate as nine-year-olds could get.

Both of you could give each other a sort of safe space; Max was scared and probably too proud to confide in anyone, but you were an exception. Whenever his dad would scold him after a race, you were nearby to offer him a hug after Jos had angrily stomped off. ‘You did amazing’, he was sobbing while you patted his back gently.

You both would regularly hang out with each other. Jos didn’t like the Idea of him staying at you place and ‘wasting time when he could be getting better’, so you two worked out a plan. Whenever Max wanted to hang out with you, he told his dad he was going to the Karting track with you to go and talk with mechanics and more experienced drivers. This was only half a lie though, you two would actually go to the track, but not before stopping to get ice cream.

The very first time he got to stay over at your place was when he’d placed second in a race, which made his dad furious. Jos hit Max’s helmet and packed his stuff before driving off. Max wasn’t one to cry often, only weak boys did that, his dad had told him. But this time he felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn’t even notice the tears running down his face, until you pointed it out. You dragged him behind one of the tents and wrapped him in a tight hug. This time, he let it all go. He cried bitter tears, keeping his arms around you, as if you were going to disappear into thin air. After he had calmed down, you convinced him to come back to your house and sleep over.

Your room was like a dreamland for him; There were a few glow in the dark stars on the walls and ceilings and your bed sheets had Lightning McQueen on them. Giggling, you two laid on the floor of your room, while the light was off. The stars on your ceiling shone in a light green hue and the cassette you were playing talked about an astronaut in space. Max had promised himself, if he didn’t end up becoming a Formula One driver, he’d become an astronaut.

Max first realized that he might feel a bit more for you was when he was 17, he’d just gotten the amazing news of him entering Formula One. You didn’t want to cry as much as you did, but you were worried. You were worried that he’d forget you, that he’d be too busy racing in the big league. It was almost midnight when you arrived outside his house. You sent him a text that you wanted to talk with him. Max crept down the stairs, making sure his dad wouldn’t wake up and find out about this little meet up. The streets were empty, and the dim light of the streetlamps attracted moths. With your hands in the pockets of your sweater, you confessed how you felt about his F1 Debut. You made sure to tell him that you wanted him to rise, but you were just worried about your friendship.

Your fear of him understanding you wrongly was luckily unnecessary. It was his turn to confess now. His boyish grin and his messy hair had you besotted. Max confessed how much you mean to him and how much he… – loves you.

With tear filled eyes you pulled him into a hug, holding him close under the light of the streetlamps while bats swiftly flew above you. With a sweet grin you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before you two walked back to his house.

That night, when you drove back home on your squeaky old bike, you cried happy tears. The wind played through your hair, and you felt unstoppable. This was the reassurance you needed and wanted. You were so damn happy.

Obviously, you had to keep a low image. Jos would probably be seething if he found out that his son was together with another boy. Additionally, Max had just started his F1 season, he didn’t really need any public slander right now.

Though a few years later he revealed his childhood best friend and his now boyfriend. Of course, you two have gotten loads of hate, but Max was happy to finally express himself. He loved you and that was the bottom line.

#I wanna give him a bear hug #male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #reader insert #x reader #max verstappen x male reader #male reader insert #f1 fanfic #gay #x male reader #male!reader #male x male #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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inkie-does-whump · 20 days ago

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Maybe You're Right (And Maybe lve Been Ruined)

A whump fic about Jimmy being pathetic :3

About 1800 words total, but posting it in several parts. PART SEVEN

Contains (for the whole fic): torture, abuse, starvation, death (within the three lives system), mental conditioning, stolckholm syndrome, Jimmy gets treated like an animal, golden apples break soulbinding, washing wounds hurt, Jimmy's Avian instincts, mention of Pearl's moth instincts, Martyn is an absolute bitch, previous flower husbands reference, Solidaritek, panic attacks (many of them), unlearning abuse, idk feel like missed something

Summary: Jimmy struggles to adjust to his new life. Also there are pancakes

Author's Note: I wrote this many years ago. It sucks. Jimmy's attachment and fear is probably happening too fast, know, but please suspend your disbelief for the story, thank you. Now enjoy part seven!

Tango is still curled into Jimmy’s side when he wakes up.

Jimmy stops breathing, processing where he is. He doesn’t recognize the room he’s in, or the bed. All he knowss is his soulmate is using his chest as a pillow, and his wings as a blanket, and he is sleeping so soundly. Jimmy forces steady breath. He doesn’t want to wake Tango, that would be bad.

So instead he proceeds to lay there, even though his muscles are aching and he wants to stretch. That could wake Tango, and Jimmy wants to be good for Tango.

Because Tango loves Jimmy.

“Hmmph” Tango shifts in his sleep, “you awake, Honey?” he mumbles.

Jimmy stiffens. He hopes Tango didn’t notice. Maybe if he lays still, Tango can go back to sleep. Jimmy didn’t mean to wake him up, he really didn’t, and he’s sorry. So he closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing.

He can feel Tango shift, so he’s looking up at Jimmy.

Stay still. So still. He won’t hurt you if he thinks you’re asleep. He won’t. Just breathe swallow, he won’t notice you’re awake, he’ll-

Jimmy’s spinning thoughts are interrupted by Tango stretching up and kissing at his jaw.

“G’mornin.”

Jimmy can hear Tango’s smile. He lets his eyelids flutter briefly so he can see that loving sleepy face staring up at him.

Tango hums, “I’ve missed waking up to you.”

“sorry.” Jimmy murmurs.

His eyes scrape the ceiling. He wonders if he’s allowed to move now.

When Tango moves up to kiss Jimmy again, practically laying on top of him, he takes that as a no. He’s not supposed to leave yet.

“I think Scott’s making us breakfast.” Tango whispers, “our favorite.”

Jimmy can’t remember what his favorite was, so he just nods and hopes Tango doesn’t ask for elaboration.

“Are you hungry?”

Jimmy nods.

Tango pulls himself off Jimmy, “Kay, breakfast time then.”

And he is sliding off the bed and headed for the door. Jimmy waits for a moment, before realizing he doesn’t have chains holding him to the wall this morning, and he follows.

His favorite is pancakes apparently.

Scott has made up a plate of them, at it towers over his head sitting on the counter. Jimmy isn’t sure why he’s made so many.

Grian is sitting on the counter next to the pancakes, “you know you can’t live in my house forever, Scott.”

“I’m making you breakfast!” Scott gasps.

“yeah, and using all my sugarcane.” He grumbles.

Jimmy stands a distance from the table. He was not told to sit down, so he doesn’t.

Scott glances at them from the stove, “oh, the lovebirds are up!” he smiles, “how many pancakes do you want, Dear?”

Jimmy swallows, “one.” He says timidly.

“oh don’t insult my cooking like that!” Scott says dramatically, “they’re good pancake!”

Jimmy flinches, “I’m sorry.” He says immediately. His voices is strained, “sorry, how many should I have?”

Grian gives him a concerned glace, “Tim, eat until you’re full.”

Jimmy looks to Scott for permission.

Scott is nodding, “how ever many you want.” He echoes. “and if we run out, I’ll make you more.”

“Oh.” Jimmy stares at the pile of pancakes. He’s not sure how many he wants. What if he doesn’t ask for enough? Would they give him more afterwards or leave him to go hungry? Or what if he asks for too much? Would he be punished for being wasteful?

Tango pushes in to save him, “you normally have three or four.”

Scott nods, “do you want to start with three? You can have more after if you want.”

“yeah.” Jimmy says softly, “three sounds good.”

Scott scoops three pancakes from the top of the pile and puts them on a plate. He slides the plate to an empty seat on the table.

Jimmy stays still. He hasn’t been told to move.

Scott blinks, “whenever you’re ready, you can sit down if you want.”

So Jimmy sits.

Tango sits next to him and passed the syrup to him. Jimmy stares at the stick glass bottle he has been given.

“Syrup?” Tango asks through a mouthful of sugar and pancake.

Scott frowns, “it’s been a while since he’s-“

But Jimmy is already pouring it on his pancakes. He freezes when he notices Scott’s eyes on him. The bottle is pushed away.

“sorry.” And then he glances at Tango, “um. Thank you.”

Scott sighs, and sits across from Jimmy, “you can have syrup if you want, Dear.” He says gently, “but you haven’t had sugar in a while, so too much might upset your stomach.”

He isn’t sure what Scott wants him to do. Is he being told to discard this for a new plate? One without syrup?

Jimmy pushes the plate away, “I’m not hungry.” He mumbles, trying to get out of the decision.

Tango frowns, “Honey, you haven’t eaten since you got here.” He points out.

Grian is leaving the room. Jimmy barely notices.

“I’m not hungry.” He repeats.

He wants to go back to when it was easy. He just wants to eat what he’s been given, not make choices. What if he makes the wrong choice?

“Scott?” he asks quietly. He shouldn’t ask for anything, but something drives him to ask anyway.

“yes Dear?”

Jimmy swallows, “can i- can I go home now?”

Tango’s fork clatters to the ground, and the noise makes Jimmy flinch, curling hands over his head. Protect the head, the throat, the gut.

“SORRY.” He blurts.

Scott doesn’t answer.

“sorry.” He repeats, “I just wanna go home. I could eat with Pearl, that was easy. Let me go back so I can eat from her hands. Please.”

Tango stands up abruptly and Jimmy cowers away, “she made you eat out of her HANDS?!” he sounds indignant.

“It was so much easier.” Jimmy whimpers, “please, can you make things easier again?”

Scott is at his side now, coaxing Jimmy out of his curl, “You are home.” He says, “you’re not going back.”

Jimmy wants to cry, “but it’s so hard here! I can’t eat! And you never tell me what to do? How can I know where to go?”

Tango is seething, “Honey, you go where you damn please.” He hisses, “Nobody. Nobody gets to LEASH you.”

Jimmy shrinks back again, pushing Scott’s hands away. Scott gives Tango a warning look. A look that says, stop that. You’re scaring your soulmate.

And the fight goes out of Tango.

Jimmy is trembling. Scott wordlessly makes him a new plate, one pancakes, and slides it in front of him.

The syrup is left within reach, but Jimmy just picks up the pancake and nibbles on it.

Scott glaces at Tango.

This was going to be a long day.

…

They leave Jimmy alone for the rest of the morning. Just- in the living room. He’s told he can go wherever he wants, but he’s not sure where the line is? Normally he would stay in the room he’s left in, but the living room has one wall open to the kitchen, and another open to the entryway. Is he allowed in there? Is his line at the front door?

He hates not knowing. He thinks it might be better to purposely cross the line, even if he gets punished for it, just so he knows where it is and can stop worrying about it.

Scott is tending to the indoor garden Grian keeps in his kitchen. There are little red berries growing from one of of the plants. Scar is meticulously polishing his armor, his wheelchair parked in the corner of the living room.

Tango and Grian have left the house. They said they were going to finish fixing the Ranch, so Tango and Jimmy could go back.

Jimmy remembers the Ranch distantly. He use to tend to cattle and crops while Tango was out for the day. He had a whole golden field of wheat, just a shade darker than his own sleek wings had been. The Ranch wasn’t anything luxurious, but it felt like home. It was where he got to see Tango’s good mornings and goodnights and where he got to cook him meals between adventures. Tango would bury him in tiny kisses by the end of the day.

And Jimmy had been happy.

Not good. He was Happy.

He had the sun.

“do you wanna do anything today?” Scar asks suddenly.

Jimmy flinches. The question is too open-ended. There are so many choices. How is he supposed to know what Scar wants?

Scar continues when Jimmy doesn’t answer, “I mean you’ve been locked up for so long, now you have some time to do whatever you want!”

“um.” Jimmy swallows, “I can do anything?”

Scar rolls his wheelchair past him, and into the kitchen, “of course, of course! Anything you want.”

Scott is nodding, “You can do anything you’d like, Dear. Some sunshine would probably do you well.”

Jimmy’s eyes go wide in recognition. He sweeps the room till he find it, sitting discarded on the coffee table where it was left last night.

He picks up his leash and brings it to Scott, setting it nervously on the counter next to the plants.

“could i- could I go on a walk please?” he asks. He can barely stop from shaking in fear. He can’t believe he’s asking for a walk.

He can’t believe Scott says yes.

“We should get your collar removed.” Scott murmurs. “it’s upsetting that I couldn’t grab the key before we left.”

But then he is walking away, leaving the leash and the collar. Scar watches, curiously, as Jimmy beings to stammer.

“Scott. Leash.” He says, “you forgot the leash.”

Scott pauses. He appears pained.

“you don’t need it.” He says. He turns to look Jimmy in the eyes. “you don’t need it, Dear. But if you feel that you can’t go outside without it, if you WANT to wear it, I won’t stop you.”

Scar’s chair rolls backwards as he tries to dismiss himself from the conversation.

“I’m not supposed to-“ Jimmy is fumbling for words, “and I can’t see where I’m going, what if I get lost without it?”

Scott puts a gentle hand on Jimmy’s shoulder, slow enough that Jimmy can see it coming and not flinch away. “Dear. Jimmy.” He says, “there is no more “suppose to.” You do what to want. So are you okay without the leash? Or do you want to stay with it for now?”

There is a wrong answer. Jimmy knows this. He just doesn’t know what the wrong answer is.

The leash is for going outside, Jimmy has always had it to keep him tethered to Martyn. It’s kept him safe. But Tango and Scott have been doing things differently than Martyn and Pearl. Maybe this is another thing that’s different? Maybe he’s supposed to go without it.

It'll give him a chance to prove how good he is. He can stay will them, and show them that he can stay close and safe.

Maybe Scott will finally tell him that he’s good.

“No leash.” He says at last.

Scott smiles, and gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. It was the right choice.

Jimmy follows Scott outside.

...

Part one! Next part!

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katescribblesabit · 5 days ago

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Hello!! I'm loving your rat and big au it's been living rent free in my head (well, ok just in general your art has been living rent free in my head bc It's really neat and overall adorable to look at constantly, your losa art overall i always come back to look at bc it inspires me and makes me smile)

You don't have to answer if you aren't taking questions rn you got any plans for specific plot line with the rat and big au? 👀 Will bothered be angst or will it just be cute fluffy moments and dynamics between the three? Also out of the three in the losa trio who is your favorite to draw

HI!! I'm glad you like the au! giving you a big hug rn :3 inspiring and making people smile is one of the reasons why I post my art in the first place, I'm happy you like them! <3

as for the questions, I don't mind at all! please feel free to ask more or infodump scenarios you thought of if you want. I'm also not opposed to just talk and discuss losa with anyone haha (au or losa in general idc) so feel free to spam the askbox lmao

I don't really have any plans for a specific plot line. the only story plot that is somewhat set, is how the three met. there is already the comic how ros & sneeg first met clown. And I have an idea for how ros and sneeg met each other, but i still gotta storyboard dialogue and draw the comic. :) also I've been thinking about the worldbuilding more that the story, which im trying to structure into a post. basically how inchlings are treated, a simple magic system for clown, and the fact that they are in a minecraft world and how being smaller affects the ability to do certain tasks. im not really planning any angst, maybe just a bit of like "hybrid discrimination"(?) other than that I just wanted to draw them as rat and moth tackling the world haha my favorite to draw is probably Sneeg (+ he was my main pov when watching the realm, so maybe i'm biased lol). I'm the most comfortable with his general design. for example, both ros's hair and clown's mask and jester hat sometimes give me trouble, and just don't look right in some drawings for me lol I don't have that when I draw sneeg

#asks #Rat & Bug au #losa

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atcharachara · 8 months ago

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Sketch where I made the wrong decision to color so I have to commit with my mistakes. Featuring the... (checking an adjective dictionary) effervescent Shao-lung

Trying out a dragon page layout featuring the common but reliable Yellow Reaper. Most likely will stick to something simpler

A sketch page that stayed a sketch page thank god. Trying out how I wanted to draw HMD's dragon wings. Featuring the... uhh... gassy Zhao-lung

Rambling under the cut

It was while making the first when I decided to go back and actually decide how I'll do the wings. In the books, the fingers of the wing had never been described as fingers as far as I remembered. Spines that separate it in sections, mentions of wing joints (Unsure if this refers to spines or joints proper; Temeraire has more than others, French dragons having a distinctive shape of their second joint), Fidelitas being described to be the Yellow Reaper with extra "ribs" in his wings. I guess it can all be flowery figure of speech, but it reminded me a lot of how in medieval European dragon art a winged dragon has a fancy splayed out fin for a wing if it's not feathered.

So anyway, that's my reason for choosing to go a bit outside of keeping it like a bat's. The supporting spines being separate from the bones proper. I'm a fan of the pterosaur shape with at most three fingers: one or two as a digits that count separately, and the other as the leading edge and counts among the "spine".

I'll do a mix of the folded styles depending on breed. Most European breeds I'd probably draw with bird wing style folding because it's cool. Celestials (and perhaps Asian breeds in general), fold their wings tightly, all to heavily lean into the fan iconography when they flare it out.

The sketch wing is boringly practical that vaguely resembled a Chinese Junk's sail. My favorite was the butterfly-moth wing shape. That one just kicks ass.

#temeraire #dragons #Shao-lung #Yellow Reaper #Zhao-lung #sketches

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yubellia · 8 months ago

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Lila/Cerise/Iris/Daphne(?) Style analysis

Hi! Now we all calmed down after the miraculous London special (that didn’t really took place in London most of the time), I thought about something. Our favorite local liar and chameleon had a lot of outfits so far.

So why not try to analyze them and maybe come to a conclusion for her future in the series? Also, I won‘t talk about the waitress because that was kind of a spying mission and a one time thing. We focus on the civilian ones ok? Also remember that English isn’t my first language ok?

Enjoy!

Lila Rossi

Ok let’s start at the beginning. „Lila Rossi“ is introduced as the new girl in school. And she is not wasting time. She starts to spread lies instantly.

But we are here for her outfit.

- She has long red-brown hair that reaches her hips, tied together at the ends and bangs that cover her forehead (we later learn that it’s a wig)

- she has greenish eyes (contact lenses)

- probably uses fake tan or makeup

- she has a gray- black romper with white polka dots.

- gray tights

- brown ankle boots

- an orange-red leather jacket

- these three wristbands

- (apparently she wears earrings) only relevant in one episode.

To be honest, Lila is one of the characters with style. Her romper could be better and they could have changed her hair a little bit. But overall, she is pretty.

Her outfit isn’t all that spectacular but her red leather jacket is an eye catcher.

Red is a loud color if you get what I mean. It demands attention. Just like Lila herself. So this aspect is reflected in her outfit.

Since we thought that she is just a background villain, there isn’t that much to say just yet.

Cerise Bianca

this is where things get a bit more interesting.

Cerise didn’t change too much, talking about her outfit. It looks like her Lila disguise with different colors.

- her leather jacket is light brown now

- her romper is a solid purple/pink (can we talk about this one? I know purple is a ‚royal and regal‘ color but this looks so tacky and…. No! Just no!)

- she keeps her wristbands

- her tights and boots stay the same.

Now things get interesting.

- without her wig, Cerise has a short pixie cut.

- her tan is fake

- and she has light brown/ hazel eyes.

Her eyes are also special for a different reason.

What about the eyes? Well, look at the characters. Many of them have these round big eyes. Cerises eyes are more fox like, especially when she smirks. It actually takes focus to keep your eyes „normal“ when smiling. Otherwise your eyes turn to slits once your smile or ‚smirk‘ reaches your eyes.

But back to the Cerise!

The purple romper, as ugly as it is, is another attention seeking color. Like the red jacket before in her Lila outfit. Red and purple are also colors that royals wore in the past.

This is pretty fitting considering that she told her other classmates that she is an actress and a star. This outfit is just as attention grabbing as the last. The purple can also be a foreshadowing for when she becomes the new Hawk Moth.

Unfortunately, Cerise becomes a character in the background. She isn’t interacting with many characters. Instead she pulls the strings in the background. There isn’t much to say about it here.

Maybe we see this disguise in season 6 again. Marinette didn’t see her like this yet after all.

Iris Verdi

I think that this is the disguise she used to infiltrate the Agreste Mansion at the end of season 5.

We see something interesting here. This outfit is different than the others. It’s a full-body-disguise, just like ‚Lila‘ was. However. This outfit is much less attention grabbing.

Her black wig has bangs again that cover her forehead. She also wears glasses this time. Combining those two things isn’t easy. Let me tell you as someone who wears glasses. Why? Because it ‚hides‘ your face.

This is very interesting because that’s exactly what she wants with this disguise. Get in, get the miraculous and get out without being seen.

If you look at it, this is also were her outfits get more… ‚basic‘. No power colors or special statement pieces. Maybe her black leather jacket.

However, black is one of the more basic colors for leather jackets. It’s almost like she is trying to dress up as a background character.

She has a light blue jeans and her normal brown boots.

Daphne Azuri (London special)

Now, last but not least, we have her new disguise in the London special. We didn’t see too much but we at least got a full body view.

This disguise was leaked by the way. The name Daphne (Azuri? Azure?) was also flowing around.

I think this new persona is either Iris or Daphne. Not sure yet.

-She wears a blond wig that is tied into a bun. Her forehead is fully visible. There is not a single loose hair. It looks pretty strict.

-she has blue/purple ish contacts. (Sorry the lighting makes ist a bit unclear.)

-it seems like her fake tan is back.

-her 3 wristbands are gone….

Now her outfit:

She wears a black skirt, black tights and her boots are black too. But it looks like she uses the same shoe model. (Probably because she knows she can walk and run in them. A practical decision perhaps.)

She wears a black sweater. The arms end shortly unter her elbows. Under that, she wears a white blouse.

This outfit ist interesting because it seems very strict and business like. Like she comes from a school with a school uniform perhaps….? It’s also very bland. No color at all.

However, as someone who also almost always wears black, let me tell you that you stick out like a sore thumb with that. I mean remember how….. colorful the characters from miraculous are. She will stand out with that.

Also black is a basic villain color. Unless your character is a secret agent and has to blend in at night. So there is that.

The leaks claim that in this outfit, she will have a red blazer and a hat matching it. So perhaps there is color involved after all.

However, this outfit, again, isn’t attention seeking at all really.

Also, if the leaks are true and she is disguised as an exchange student, than she will be able to ‚disappear‘ very easily if things get tough.

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Now, what else can we take away from this little style analysis? If you look at it from a story perspective, than it’s easy.

The more important she became for the story. The less attention grabbing are her outfits. We know that Cerise/Lila whatever, can be sneaky. She has no trouble getting somewhere and getting out without being seen. But now she really has a reason to look harmless and bland.

Now that I think about it, maybe she will stop lying for the same reason. It’s too dangerous to draw attention to yourself. So stuff like ‚I am ladybugs friend‘ are a no-go now.

I think season 6 will be interesting. I hope you liked it. Bye!

#miraculous ladybug #lila rossi #cerise bianca #Iris Verdi #miraculous ladybug theory #miraculous ladybug London special

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lialucis · 3 months ago

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Look, I fucking miss isekais and shit, so y'know piss off. And I'm so sorry @xxundeadfanboixx

Everything hurt the moment I felt that bite in the side of my head, the shouting the yelling. The gunshots, trying to take the gun from ]£}£•§™. And then everything felt heavy, everything was blurry, couldn't lift a finger couldn't turn my head. Like a puppet with it's strings cut. I wanted to move, wanted to get up and keep fighting. Protect ∆•×®| kill ]£}£•§™ but it's like... I forgot how to move. How to breathe. Couldn't even blink... Just so... Heavy...

And then those images started flying past, gunfire, smoke, yelling, screaming, explosions. The bile rising in your throat, the adrenaline pounding in your ears, the panic screaming. Fighting fighting fighting, but... There was also the other images. The laughter, the blue eyes, the brown eyes. Rolling, crinkling, winking, squinting. The loud shouting, the even louder laughing, the jabs and the piss, and the... Quiet murmurs. Those were my favorite...

I can hear something... Just behind the images, but it's muffled, they sound... Scared...? Why are they scared? I want to look, but my eyes are dragged back to those flashing images. The pain beginning to ease, feeling a bit heavier. Maybe... Maybe just... A nap...

The images are becoming more vivid, quicker, flashing. Like someone drawing the curtains to watch a movie in the dark. It's a strange movie, familiar and not so much... Whoever that bloke is holding the camera really needs to hold still, but nah, it's okay. I'm used to it, he's probably trying his best. He seems happy, even when he's sad. The way those brown eyes look at him, he must be really loved.

I'm kin'a jealous, I wan' som'n like that.

The sounds gotten a bit worse, like a moths wings beating in my ears, they're to quick to grab to latch onto, they keep slipping through my fingers before I can try and grab them. Like smoke.

I miss the smell of smoke...

Oh Gods look at tha'... Such a Bonnie woman, lucky lad. Such a Bonnie woman offering all this food? Scratching clawing wriggling, it rolls out like a dog dropping a tennis ball.

'Mum'

I miss my maw... Miss her food... Her laugh... Her hugs.... Dammit. what kin'a bloke cry's at a movie...

I need a drink, maybe a nap, at least the movies almost done... Hope I can finish watching it though...

Almost there...

Poor lad, tha' wee bird ain' no good fer ya... Wait a couple years, you'll find a proper lass... Nah a lad would suit ye better...

Just a bit more...

There ya go... Lad jus' enjoy tha' nap... Everyone needs a good long one every now an' again...

Damn it's getting hard to keep my eyes open, screens getting brighter... I coulda done a better job with the lighting... Shits damn bright and getting warm... Fuck, maybe... Maybe just a wink...

Just one... Maybe.... Maybe three... No one will kno-

...?

Ah! No no! I wasn' dozin' off! I swear! Mm, Kay maybe a tad. But c'mon the movie was so good, then the damn lad or whoever fucked the lighting cannae see a damn thing!

...

Ah? Well I mean... I could definitely try... But hey, no! This ain' my job! You'd never let a random bloke touch your equipment, I might break som'n!

...

I dunno mate, even if it is sturdy... Hm? What d'ya mean ya trust me? Have we met before?

...

Weeell, yer not wrong, ye do seem kin'a familiar... Mmm, sure, why not. I cannae promise I won' break your equipment though. I'll try not to- h-hey! Don' laugh! I ain' that clumsy! Tch, away n' bile yer heid...

...?

Nah didn' say nuthin', least ya got a sense of humor mate. Anyways how do we do this, y'know I ain' touch a camera in a long damn time.

...

Hm? Whatdya mean I got plenty of practice, I ain' never messed- hey! Mate c'mon ya ain' makin' no sense! What do ya mean, 'Wake u-'

#cod #how to tag #john soap mctavish #im so fucking sorry mate #bring back isekais

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the-burd-lord · 1 year ago

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Valentino took so long to redesign!!

Tried to go for a more anthro-moth look based loosely on the Crimson Speckled Bella Moth (Utetheisa pulchella). Choose this moth specifically due to the white, black and pink colors to call to Angel’s palette. But also darkening them to contrast him too.

These moths also feast on forget-me-not flowers which make them super poisonous to eat. Which fit in nicely with his toxic personality.

Went with a more “macho” 70’s look to compliment Vox, who also has that same brand. Along with the outfit that he reveals when he opens up his wings.

I actually prefer that design over the one mostly shown in the show. It’s more visually interesting and gives better insight into his character.

Tried to find a nice balance between imposing and spindly, mainly by giving him more muscle. It was really difficult to try and make the body shape recognizable, and make poses. I kept going for more creature in the end.

Although it’s not as expressed, he has four fingers on his main two hands. His other two arms are shorter and have three fingers. And his feet/claws are supposed to look like heels.

If you’re wondering where his wings are, he lost them in a gang war that led him to gain overlord status. I’ve been working on this through-line for overlords wherein they loose something in order to gain that status. Valentino lost his wings, Velvette lost her eye and sweetness, Vox becomes more of a literal object etc.

It’s not a requirement for overlords, but it does happen one way or another, and it doesn’t always have to affect their body.

On that note of Vox, they are not in any romantic relationship. Even though he has a better rapport with Vox it still doesn’t change the fact that he sees him as an object, like he does with everyone else. Even more so that Vox is a literal object. Val is affectionate for him, but in the same way one is probably affectionate for a toaster or phone.

Vox feels no attraction towards him, but feels as if he has to stay anyway. Mainly through Val gaslighting him out of arguments, and feeling like he owes him for pulling him out of the gutter and taking a chance on him.

Writing it so that eventually he kills off Valentino after reuniting and making up with Alastor, with it finally hitting him that he doesn’t need Valentino anymore and that he’s better off without him. Especially since he has a huge mega corporation.

There’s a lot more I could go into, but I might save that for questions and future posts.

Random thing: Old drawing with outdated designs and a joke that doesn’t make sense, but wanted to use anyway. I haven’t stopped thinking about the clip cause it fits for so many characters. Namely a certain vampiress from a place where the residents are evil.

From Abbott and Costello Meets the Mummy by the way. Still one of my favorite movies that you can watch for free on Internet Archives! I cannot express why it is still my favorite but then again it’s put up there with Videodrome, 2001: A Space Odyssey, the FNAF Movie so who am I to say.

I don’t know where I was trying to take that sentence.

#hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin rewrite #hazbin redesign #digital sketch #sketch dump #character redesign #character rewrite #sketch

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eventinelysplayground · 4 months ago

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A Budding Love.

Ok so this is fic one of a fic threesome that I got the idea for from @misty-moth because of a post they read that made them obsess over this pairing. I split it in three because honestly they are so long, also there will be a naughty fic that comes in between the two parts before anyone gets mad about the missing spice it's coming. Hope to have the other fics out in the next few days. A random encounter leads to an unbelievable romance. WC approx 2150.

It was a bright and warm late afternoon in Paris and Vlad had set up his flower cart in one of his favorite spots to watch the humans go about their lives. As he was busy wrapping a bouquet for a young man in love he heard a now familiar clacking of shoes against the stones accompanied by an even more familiar voice.

“Back again?”

“Of course I am, you have some of the best flowers in the city old chap not to mention some of the most interesting ideas.”

Vlad finished up his transaction with young man while shaking his head and laughing slightly.

“It's never dull when you come by Arthur. So what type of hollow bouquet are you looking for today?”

“Hollow?! How cheeky of you. I'll have you know I mean every bit of what my bouquets say, at least in the moment.”

Vlad's eyebrow rose at Arthur's statement but he said nothing. Truthfully the bouquets he bought were always full of flowers that had many meanings so he probably did mean at least one of them.

“For today though a bouquet with yellow roses and chrysanthemums, oh and if you have any some cyclamen as well.”

Vlad stood there blinking at Arthur for a moment.

“What?”

“This is the first time you've bought a break up bouquet.”

“Well normally I don't need to. Most birds understand I'm only after a little fun and a few tumbles in the sheets but this one…”

“I see.”

“I Figure what better way to lighten the let down than with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.”

Until she hits you over the head with them.

“I don't think that's going to work.”

“Oh is this more of your incredible foresight and knowledge gleaned from your colorful life?”

“No, just common sense about women. You should try it some time.”

Arthur let out a loud laugh and Vlad found himself smiling at the sound like he had ever since that first day.

It had been several months earlier and he was getting ready to close up his cart for the day when he heard a voice with a British accent call out to him.

“Are you still open? I've got a date with an absolutely delicious bird that I'm running late for so I want to bring some flowers along as a way of apology.”

At the time Vlad had been more stunned by the fact he was a lesser vampire. He had faintly sensed one nearby but assumed it was probably Faust or Charles coming to help him close up for the day. Once he saw him though he knew he was one of the residents of the mansion and thanks to Shakespeare's detailed notes he figured he had to be Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He couldn't help but think how lucky yet also strange it was that one of them would unknowingly come to him. Vlad made small talk with him mostly about the ‘delicious bird's as he made up a bouquet for him and then enticed him back by offering half off any future bouquets. When Arthur seemed skeptical at this Vlad simply smiled at him.

“I'm curious to see how this turn of fate plays out.”

Vlad had kept his answer somewhat vague on purpose back then for even without Shakespeare's notes it was clear that Arthur was incredibly perceptive and sensitive to others emotions so he knew outright lying was out of the question.It had been a gamble to let him go and Vlad was worried it hadn't worked when after two weeks he still had not come back. Just as Vlad was giving up though he came back, singing that now familiar tone and with a cocky smile on his face.

“There you are old chap, another bouquet please.”

“So things with the last one turned out well then did they.”

“They were more than well, quite fun time and she was even wilder in the sheets then I suspect she'd be. I tell you I don't generally care for surprises as a mystery writer but that one was quite pleasant. This bouquet isn't for her though it's for another bird.”

“Another one?”

That was how it had all started, nothing more than a chance meeting and a plan to gain his trust enough and then either bring him over to his side or dispose of him if he proved lacking. Then one day, one conversation changed things. Normally the two would talk about nothing deep, usually Arthur's current conquest or something equally frivolous but that day Arthur seemed different. Their normal discussion eventually evolved into him confessing about how he had feelings, minor feelings he would soon forget he asserted, for a woman who fell for one of the other residents. It wasn't the fact Arthur actually cared about a woman, though that was surprising enough, but more what he revealed through talking about her that caught Vlad's attention and piqued a curiosity in him he hadn't felt for, well he couldn't honestly remember how long.

It was clear Arthur was very different from anyone else he had known, which was saying something considering his long life, and he enjoyed the liveliness he brought. It wasn't all fun though, he could sense an inner sadness to Arthur but he also sensed something else…something he couldn't quite name but at the same time was familiar to him.

From that day on Vlad always made sure to steer the topics into more personal territory and he wasn't disappointed. Soon the two were acting like old friends and talking about anything and everything.

“Are you listening, old chap?”

Vlad shook his head slightly as Arthur's voice brought him out of his revery.

“You were saying how you can smooth over any woman's bad temper.”

“Exactly, so no need to worry about me.”

Vlad just shrugged, a cocky smile on his face, as he handed Arthur his bouquet.

“We'll see who turns out to be right.”

“I've told you before I don't like to lose.”

“Love isn't a game though Arthur.”

“Too true Vlad, but this isn't love.”

Arthur paid and went to leave when he snapped his fingers and turned back around.

“By the by, that advice you gave me about how the blood would drain out of a body was spot on. Worked wonders for the scene I wanted, where did you ever learn something like that?”

Vlad's smile didn't falter at the question and his answer was quick.

“Experience, I had a lot of different jobs before I became a florist.”

Vlad noticed… something shift in Arthur's gaze briefly but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Well thanks again old chap, I'll stop by tomorrow to let you know I was right.”

Tomorrow came and went along with a few other days and Vlad had seen no sight of Arthur. He found himself missing not just their conversations but simply seeing him, seeing his smile, his laugh, even the familiar click of his shoes against the stone. Vlad wasn't entirely unaware of what this could mean, his subconscious was constantly circling back to it, but he chose to push all thoughts of it aside. His dreams had other ideas and he frequently found himself waking in a sweat from vivid dreams, a slight burn in his throat, and he took up walking the streets of Paris under the guise of clearing his head but he somehow always ended up near a different place him and Arthur had discussed.

That's just what he was doing one night when at last his subconscious desire had paid off. Vlad was stilling past a bar he knew Arthur frequented with dates when he heard a familiar melody coming from across the street. He quickly crossed and saw Arthur down a poorly lit alley sitting on a stoop, slumped against the wall and reeking of alcohol and Vlad's body released a week's worth of tension all at once.

“Did you lose something?”

“Vlad old chap! Come * hic* and join me, we can siiing a due dough dooo duet!”

As if the smell hadn't been enough of a clue Arthur's uncharacteristically sloppy speech and lack of equilibrium made it clear what type of state he was in.

“I enjoy singing but I think much more and you'll draw unwanted attention to yourself.”

“Phhht, nobody will pay any attention to me. I'm a complete cad afterall!”

Vlad's eyebrows furrowed, he knew a lot of Arthur's cocky attitude was for show but this was unexpected. Vlad was considering how best to deal with the situation with Arthur clapped him on the shoulder.

“You were right you know, that bird got right mad when I explained things to her. Called me every name she could think of and threw a drink in my face.”

Vlad's eyebrows were still furrowed, as embarrassing that would be for most he knew it wasn't enough to shake Arthur, not by itself anyways.

“So you decided to find comfort in a bottle, I doubt that.”

“Why?”

“Because that isn't you. True it hurt you deep down but she wasn't the first woman to say something unflattering, what else happened?”

Arthur leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. Vlad waited silently and eventually Arthur let out a sigh.

“A rather scathing and unfortunately fairly accurate assassination on my character.”

Vlad nodded but said nothing, he knew if it had just been the other great men living in the mansion Arthur wouldn't have cared so much.

“Her eyes were always so innocent. How can eyes like that see into someone's soul so… whatever she does I don't like it. I mean I've had decades on her, where does she get off thinking she knows so much?.”

Vlad pretended he didn't hear the obvious slip.

“Well, from what you've told me I don't think she-”

“I’m not just a phi phil, I’ve formed deep con connections with people! I've bloody well fallen in love!”

Arthur's voice was steadily growing louder and Vlad grab his shoulders, turning him towards him and trying to get him to lower his voice.

“I can be faithful, maybe that just wasn't the right bird. Maybe I was becoming interested in somebody else, what does she know anyways! Falling for a pompous stuck up musician who prob probably-”

“Wait, you're interested in someone? Seriously interested?”

Vlad's heart had clenched at those words and he blurted out the question on impulse.

“I…no. Well, I was starting to think I was.”

Vlad felt a possessiveness rising within him but he pushed it aside, just like his thoughts and the now intense burn in his throat.

“I'm sure you'll be happy with her, but I doubt she’d be impressed if you were taken in for drunken be-”

Vlad eyes shot open at the warm sensation of Arthur's lips on his, the kiss forceful but brief.

“Arthur…”

Arthur leaned forward again but Vlad stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.

“You're very drunk, let's get you somewhere to sober up.”

Vlad slung Arthur's arm over his shoulder and held him up without a fight. He walked a few blocks until he came to an apartment, originally he had purchased it so Charles would stop bringing some of his patients back to the castle and tonight it was coming in handy. The place was empty and Vlad walked Arthur over to the bed then let him fall.

“Stay there, I'll bring you some water.”

“You don't believe me either, do you?”

Arthur's voice was faint but the hurt in it was quite clear and Vlad turned around to look at him.

“What?”

“You're judging my actions based on the fact I've had a few drinks-”

“I doubt it was a few-”

“It doesn't matter how many it was, you should know me better than that! I thought you knew me better than that…”

Arthur's voice trailed off as his gaze wandered the room.

“I know you better than that. For instance this is clearly not primarily your space, the sparse decor there is on display isn't you but you're clearly familiar with the space and had a key. So somewhere you own but not somewhere you stay.”

“Arthur.”

Vlad took a step closer to Arthur but he stopped when Arthur stood up.

“Yes I've had a few drinks, but believe me I'm perfectly capable of making decisions for myself.”

Vlad's heart beat louder with every step closer to him that Arthur took. Once he was right in front of him Arthur reached out and slowly ran his hand behind Vlad's head.

“We can blame the alcohol if you want to, truthfully though I know deep down you want this.”

If Vlad had any more to say it was lost when Arthur pulled his lips to his and sealed them with a hungry kiss.

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @fang-and-feather, @nani-nani-nani, @floydsteeth, @nightghoul381.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire vlad #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp #ikevamp vlad #ikemen vampire fanfic #Ikevamp arthur x vlad

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ev-isbottled · 3 months ago

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Attempted fan Genshin splash art. So this is a design I did for Shen Jiu/Qinqqiu from Svsss in the Genshin Impact universe, just my own little headcannons and ideas.

But Shen Jiu is a cryo catalyst user who is both a support and a sub DPS. He relies on gathering charge/points to use his skill that creates a cryo summon, of which there are three types. This is a simple explanation of it, but I'll put more details (geek out) below the cut for those interested. It is a little long though.

Okay some facts/ideas. :)

Constellation: Tinea a Marena (Moth from Marena) Not an actual constellation if that wasn't obvious.

He is originally from Liyue but got taken to Snezhnaya when he was young, in the end this would result in him being rescued by the Tsaritsa. He would have started as a servant specifically for taking care of the archon (Ex. picking and helping with clothing for a day, bringing meals, telling when someone needed her presence) and would move up to a more important figure as time passed. While still being an outwardly cold person, he'd hold an intense loyalty to the Tsaritsa born from this feeling of owing it to her. But she also hasn't done anything to betray his feelings or expectations, and in the end, he doesn't mind being on the perceived bad side of society.

Shen Jiu would have been found right after having burned the Qiu household, who I guess in this au would have come from Snezhnaya. Shen Jiu also got his vision after this happened, and right after, basically met the archon.

I think it would be possible for him to have a boss fight, be it a test of strength against the traveler, or wanting to try taking out a burden in their sides, is up in the air. If it was possible, I could see the reasoning for the battle changing depending on choices made by the traveler when talking to Shen Jiu during a/the event. Probably would have shown up in a liyue event or appeared during the lantern rite for a first interaction but wouldn't be available until later.

Out of the harbringers, I think he'd have gotten along the most with Sandrone, Signora, and somewhat Pantalone. I think he would get annoyed or offended by his ideology, but finds him a decent conversation partner compared to most of the Harbirngers.

He'd be neutral on Pulcinella. When Scaramouche was there, they typically ignored each other, so Shen Jiu wasn't that bothered with him, only gaining an opinion when he defected. Although this would all be nulled in the end. And he'd feel wary of Arlecchino and probably hold similar feelings to the ones the Childe holds for her. Speaking of him, Shen Jiu probably just wouldn't care for him. Finding him annoying and impulsive, but does like the loyalty he holds for the Tsaritsa.

I think Columbina and Pierro would sorta be on the same opinion/feeling for him. That being someone who feels tense around them. He would say he 'liked Columbina's singing, but that was mostly it, as she gave him the feeling of being prey. '

Funnily enough, I think Capitano would be one of his least favorites due to his chilviary and his integrity. I think it would grate on his nerves, similar to Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge, but this time, no one is rising to his barbed comments. And his least favorite would be Dottore for obvious reasons; although he can't deny the use he has, he just ignores the man most the time.

The rest is a brief put-together description about in-game mechanics for Shen Jiu that I came up with.

Elemental Skill: Shen Jiu has three charges; the first one summons a crystal moth, the second charge a crystal crane, and the third a crystal flying serpent.

Shen Jiu will passively gain 1 charge of ‘Frost Woven Leads’ every 2 seconds on or off the field. When a party member uses a skill, ‘Frost woven Leads’ will gain 5 Charges; when a party member uses their ultimate, ‘Frost woven Leads’ will gain 15 charges.

Crystal moth consumes 15 charges, for the duration of 150 seconds it will circle around the currently active character, dealing cryo dmg to nearby enemies every 3s, based on 50% of his max atk.

Crystal Crane consumes 30 charges, for the duration of 130 seconds the crystal crane will send bursts of cryo dmg in a small AoE circle around where it was placed every 2.5s, based on 70% of his max atk.

Crystal flying serpent consumes 50 charges, for the duration of 110 seconds the crystal flying serpent will freely wander the field dealing AoE Cryo dmg to enemies based on 85% of his max atk, if a boss is present the summon will prioritize attacking it first.

Ultimate: For every summon of Shen Jiu’s, it will dive to the highest HP Enemy, with the main boss being prioritized first and dealing damage equal to 3x (or 2x?) their modifier. For every summon of Shen Jiu’s that was on field he will gain 10 charge.

Ascension 1: Each of Shen Jiu’s summons on the field will increase the active characters' elemental mastery by 20.

Ascension 4: When the active characters gain elemental orbs or particles, increase Shen Jiu’s charge by 1, this effect can occur every 2s.

I've never actually done a genshin impact character sheet thing or whatever, so I don't know how bad or good this game idea is.

#new to digital art #shen jiu #svsss fanart #svsss #genshin fanart #crossover fanart #genshin crossover

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