#trust I’ll draw them in their current age

[fanta-seee]

KID KISMET!! FUNKY LITTLE GUYS!!!

[drak3n]

THE BEST FRIEND

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: perhaps you shouldn’t have waited so long.

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: unrequited love, mostly angst, hurt & some sort of comfort? best friends trope, one mention of murder at the beginning, a little bit of baji x reader

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“it’s impossible for anyone not to love you. has anyone ever told you that?”

there were times in which even a district like shibuya — always vibrant and full of life — was eerily quiet and void of people.

people you’d want to be around with, at least. people who made you feel safe roaming the streets at this hour. right now, you didn’t feel all too comfortable walking past streets with alleyways looking awfully sketchy.

every tiny sound made you walk faster than before, it be a cat scratching at a trashcan, a breeze howling against buildings, or leaves crunching under your shoes. you just wanted to get this over with and head back home into your trusted four walls.

you grunted as your ran face-first into someone you hadn’t seen, which you wanted to blame your terrible night vision for.

the figure didn’t move and you tried to stay calm. you uttered an apology and tried to rush past them, careful not to draw too much attention.

maybe they were just minding their own business. they didn’t have to be a murderer or anything.

“you shouldn’t be out here by yourself at this time,” the person suddenly called out. you halted. “someone got murdered right over there two days ago.”

the shiver that ran down your spine at the husky words was inevitable, your eyes darting over to where he pointed to show you the place was just a couple feet away from where you were standing. it didn’t help that the boy said it with so little emotion.

“thanks for telling me… i just really need to drop by at the nearest local duty pharmacy,” you responded. under the halfway functioning street light, you recognized a very tall boy, perhaps around your age, so 15 or 16 years of age.

the dragon tattoo on the side of his head drew your attention. it didn’t necessarily elicit bad thoughts, it just looked very unique.

“i’ll accompany you.” his offer took you by surprise; it wasn’t like you had been used to others being nice to you before. when he continued walking towards your destination, you quickly joined him, barely able to catch up with his long strides.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“how could a person be a best friend, mentor, older brother and father all at the same time? you made the impossible possible.”

hanging out with the boys was exhausting, to say the least. there wasn’t anyone you particularly disliked, but they could be a lot. you didn’t really mind that they were all part of a gang, all that mattered to you was that none of them had ever made a move to hurt you or others.

“i’m saying, that’s not how you solve that question!”

rolling your eyes at the first division commander discussing with you, you threw your arms in the air. you were currently all lounging off in the warehouse, with you having joined them after they had finished a meeting.

draken always insisted on you never, ever joining a meeting of the tokyo manji gang. he would never want you to get involved with their business.

“baji, are you seriously telling me i’m in the wrong?” you shoved your purple flip phone out of the pocket of your school uniform skirt, unlocking it to click onto the calculator function. “you must be stupid if you think that three times 24 is 72–”

the whole warehouse went quiet after that. blood rushed to your face, your entire head and ears feeling steaming hot as the brunette started laughing at you. the others were too immersed in their own thoughts to listen.

“who’s the stupid one now?” bending down to your height, baji flashed you his cocky smirk, revealing sharp canines. your eyes stung with tears of humiliation.

before he could tease you a little more, because you were so easy to tease, a hand shoved the boy with long hair back to create a distance between you and him. it was him.

“baji, that’s enough.” draken’s firm voice made said boy shrug and back off. “it’s just a dumb mathematical equation.”

when you sniffled and crossed your arms in front of your chest, turning away deliberately to hide your embarrassed self from the others, a palm settled on the top of your head.

looking up, you saw draken grinning down at you ever so gently.

“don’t worry about it, everyone makes mistakes.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i failed to tell you. i thought my actions would be enough to prove what i felt. perhaps you knew all along, but decided not to talk about it. you were always thoughtful and considerate. but i wasn’t special.”

it was a gloomy day for you today. you were excited to see draken, putting in a lot of effort while getting ready and wearing one of your best outfits, just to see that he hadn’t joined the otherd at the usual group hangout today.

“wasn’t it emma’s birthday today?” mitsuya recalled. mikey wasn’t there either. unbeknownst to you, baji’s eyes wandered to look at how you’d react.

as someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, you were terrible at masking how you felt. he didn’t miss the way your face fell.

draken and emma were always close to each other. of course they were, as her brother and draken have been inseparable since middle school. you couldn’t compare to her. you’d just met him not even two years ago.

you were slowly realizing that despite him doing a lot for you and always being there for you, you perhaps didn’t mean as much to him as emma did.

after all, draken was nice to everyone.

“someone’s grumpy,” baji commented slyly, and this time, you didn’t have it in you to bicker with him. this time, there was no draken to tell him to stop either.

the two missing blondes joined you hours later, with mikey nudging his taller vice’s side teasingly while talking about how sly kenny was for having found that plushie emma had wanted for the longest time.

it made your mood even more sour than it already was, and you pondered about an excuse to leave, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about it.

forget about your stupid feelings for someone whose heart was already taken, and who saw you as nothing more than a friend.

“hey (f/n), that’s a pretty outfit,” mikey commented, “you going somewhere?” draken glanced down at you curiously while you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face. you inwardly thanked the leader of toman for saving you like this.

“yeah. i’ll see you guys.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“would things have been different if i’d just confessed to you while i still had the time? it would have been selfish. she was the first to know and love you, after all.”

ken and mikey had dropped out of high school at 17. they had big plans of opening a workshop for cars and motorcycles. by the time you graduated high school, they already had their small, cozy shop. toman was no more, and everything was well.

objectively speaking, it was. but subjectively? you weren’t too sure about that.

by the time you entered the italian restaurant, the table that caught your eyes was already pretty crowded. it wasn’t a surprise anymore, you were always late, after all.

too late. those two words echoed in your head as you looked at emma and draken sitting next to each other, her blushing feverishly when he removed something from her hair.

that could have been you.

“let’s go.” hearing baji’s voice behind you surprised you, and even more did it to feel his hand on your back, guiding you towards the table. as much as he was a jerk, you didn’t believe he did it out of ill intent to humiliate you.

the hours went by, and you had all eaten to your hearts’ content, now exchanging light jokes and future aspirations to one another. emma mentioned wanting to be a housewife, and the ken getting married to her made you want to throw up everything you’d eaten today.

“how about you?” mitsuya asked you, who had talked the least tonight. “any plans for college?” you smiled awkwardly when you felt draken’s eyes on you.

he had always wanted you to go all the way with your education, having supported you whenever he could. you were more than thankful for that.

“i actually got an admission for law in osaka.” the blonde sitting right across from you smiled so brightly, and you were sure it would have made you melt if emma didn’t have her head on his shoulder.

it was almost childish how you had tried to interpret every single of draken’s actions as a possible chance for something to develop between you two. your chances were long gone.

you had never stood one to begin with.

“i knew you could do it! you were always a smart girl.”

his compliment made you feel worse than it should have.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you told me to go and pursue my dreams. i knew that if you had told me to stay, i would have. how idiotic of me, right? i ended up leaving and letting you slip from my grasp without you ever having been in it.”

after moving away for college, you hardly visited tokyo anymore. and to be quite honest, you preferred that. it was good to stay away from the source of what had drained you for so long.

draken hadn’t taken advantage of your feelings for him, no. he was the last person on earth who’d be willing to do that. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to be trapped in a web of unrequited love.

you were in your fourth year of law school when an invitation laid in your mailbox. you just knew from the second you looked at the envelope without even opening it. it was exactly what you’d anticipated it to be.

a marriage invitation, for you to join ken ryuguji and emma sano for the most important day of their lives. you stood in front of the mailbox, staring at the piece of pretty paper for at least twenty minutes, as if it was ever going to change.

he was going to get married. not to you.

all of your dreams of walking down the aisle in a pretty, white dress, approaching him with his sweet smile, crushed to bits and pieces.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i have never wished you anything else but happiness, and i still do. she makes you happy, and that’s all i could have ever asked for. i saw it in your eyes that day. you never looked at me like that.”

the wedding reception was nothing short of beautiful. catered to everyone’s tastes, it left nothing to the imagination.

the wedding of your dreams had always looked like this.

it was bittersweet how another woman was going to live that dream to the fullest, with the man of your dreams, at that.

thankfully, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts while you waited for the couple to come to the rented hall after they would get lawfully wedded. mitsuya and his sisters kept you company, making sure to recommend you everything they had tried at the enormous buffet.

“pretty sure they’re coming now,” mitsuya informed you as he stared at his wristwatch. you gulped and looked into your glass of soda.

oh what you wouldn’t have given to be in her shoes, taking on his last name… waking up next to him every single day, having his children.

you felt absolutely and utterly horrible. like all those years you’d spent away from this had caught up to you, leaving you to drown in your unrequited feelings.

before you could excuse yourself to the bathroom and ruin your perfectly done makeup by indulging in a five-minute breakdown, you were stopped by a hand finding your shoulder. it felt as if life was sucker-punching you in the gut once again.

“hey, baji.” your voice was low, and you didn’t notice mitsuya leading his sisters away from the table. his formerly wild, brown hair was much shorter now, tied up in a ponytail, and he wore a dark gray tuxedo.

when he opened his mouth, you shook your head. “i can’t take any teasing today. i mean it.”

your words weren’t even harsh, you just sounded exhausted. his grin disappeared, soon replaced by a frown. “i’m aware,” baji stated, “i couldn’t have attended if i was you.”

with a raised brow, you stared at him to explain what he meant. “i’ve known since back then.” you looked down, pursing your lips to stop them from trembling and giving it all away. you were asking to change the topic until the two would enter through the door and make your mood plummet entirely.

baji knew you better than you could have guessed. so this time, instead of poking fun at you, he actually tried to make you feel better

“by the way, i’m moving to osaka for med school for the next semester. i finally got in.”

it still stung when you saw draken and emma entering the hall hand-in-hand. you couldn’t compare that sting to any other kind of physical pain you’d endured in your life, it felt worse than broken limbs or a cut that needed to be stitched.

but he was happy, the way you never saw him be. he had never smiled as purely as he did when he danced with his wife, kissing the back of her hand that now adorned a ring to bind them to each other forever.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i’m sending this letter even after it all. even though i know i’m too late. don’t get me wrong, i have deliberately not added your new address. you will never get this letter. this is just for myself, to liberate what i’d held onto for multiple years.”

you picked up the call after one shrill ring, holding your phone against your ear while your eyes were plastered on the tv. it was your episode today, dealing with your letter.

the show was muted so you could hear exactly what you’d hear on the phone. with a deep breath, you spoke first. “hello?”

“good evening, miss! we are very excited to be hosting you on today’s show for TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE!” on the screen, you saw the main host move her mouth with a smile plastered on her perfect face.

you sat down on your couch, taking another deep breath. “thank you for having me,” you responded, “i can already guess what you are going to ask me.”

you heard sweet laughter from the two hosts while you were busy picking at a dried scab on your thumb. this was making you more nervous than you’d wished it to.

“if that’s the case, then we would love to hear your thoughts,” spoke the co-host, “our audience is very excited to learn about your motives and what exactly has made you not put an address for the letter to be shipped to!”

the camera angle was switched to show multiple rows of people of all ages sitting and awaiting your response. it made your throat go dry.

“i have made this decision because,” you looked away from the screen, “they have found someone else. and they are very happy.”

the hosts showed faces of surprise. for a second, you wondered why you’d even done this to begin with. but it felt too relieving to speak about this for a bunch of strangers to listen. it felt too relieving to hang up now when you were so close to just letting things go.

“which was why i just wanted to send this letter to… get rid of it. to be able to live on and stop holding onto those feelings that are never going to be reciprocated.” you had no idea if the words you were saying made any sense to them, but to you, they did. they made perfect sense to you, and they described exactly how you felt.

“that is very mature, and we admire you for having collected the courage to take this step.” the host clapped her hands, obviously looking moved. “love isn’t all about having happy endings together, right? sometimes, it means to let go. for their, and for our own happiness.”

hanging up not long after, you sank back in your couch and chuckled to yourself. this wasn’t so bad. in fact, you haven’t felt as good as you did right now in a while.

when the door to your apartment unlocked, you watched a mop of brown hair appear in your peripheral. the smile on your face only went brighter.

“i’m home. did i miss it?”

“just did. let’s rewatch it together, kei.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way, because it was thanks to you that i found my own happiness, too.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[partnerindestiny]

we are who we are!

As the month rolls over, the final night of the Ethereal Moon passes. The morning that follows is one of color and chaos. The hallways have been strung up with streamers, in patterns of rainbow and pink, blue, and white. There is a sense of community in the air, a current cutting through the student body and administrative staff alike. While the decorations may be gaudy, and perhaps the patterns unfamiliar, this is a month of celebration.

Caeda mingles among the crowd, bright extroversion encouraging people to join in on the celebration. Forsyth and Lloyd's dedication behind the scenes helps students assemble stands and banners decorate windows. Shez, for their part, plasters paint upon their face, content to engage on their own terms. Ewan's small form flits amidst the crowd, distributing sparklers in every color of the rainbow. What will you do?

Prompts

[ Confetti ] - everything in Garreg Mach seems to be covered in a layer of sparkles and confetti. Grab a handful if you like! And if you don’t mind glittering for the next week.

[ Chalk ] - across the cobblestone, people of all walks of life are drawing in brightly colored chalk. Some are simply signing their names, while others are writing sweet messages, and still more are simply drawing little pictures. What will you add to the canvas?

[ Face paint ] - palettes of paint in every color of the rainbow sit squarely upon a little stand, inviting those who pass by to “wear their colors”. Hanging at the side of the stand are some suggested color combinations and their meaning. Students are encouraged to paint each others’ faces in a display of trust. 

[ Cut & Style ] - a group of Garreg Mach’s students have decided to try their hands at hairstyling, knowing that a proper haircut can do wonders for one’s view of themselves and their expression. However, whether or not they’re good at giving haircuts is another question entirely. 

[ Tie-dye! ] - small, easily-ruptured balls filled with dye have been left in buckets scattered across the Monastery. The intent? Students have been distributed white shirts upon request, and with the donning of said shirt, invite others to shower them in color. There’s nothing stopping you from pranking an unsuspecting fellow without a white shirt on, though..

[ Lovetape - redux! ] - inspired by the celebratory event from BOEL, a gaggle of Golden Deer have decided to take their own spin on the stick-on-compliment game. Brightly colored paper with adhesive backs beckon passerby, as well as a stack of pens. The game is simple - scrawl down a compliment, and stick it onto someone else. Just remember - if you’re fast enough, you might not even get caught! 

[ Mocktail Melody ] - another station, this one in the dining hall, boasts various drinks of different uncannily vibrant colors. Some are bubbly, some are sicky-sweet, and still others are oddly bitter. None are alcoholic. What sort of mixture will you make?

[ Kissing Booth ] - less well-built than the other stands is one that proclaims itself as a kissing booth. Curiously, no one sits behind the counter - will you sit there and await company, or approach someone sitting there?

Guidelines

Reblog this meme to show you’re participating! 

As this is unofficial, there’s no real necessitated tag, but if people would like to have one space for all of this, I’ll personally be using the tag #TOAPride2024! This can also be used for any opens for these prompts, if you'd like to do that instead.

The tag can also be used for any sort of pride-related art you’d like to make for your muse, or if you’d like to explore anything else related to pride. Feel free to get creative!

There is no restriction on ages or orientations/genders that can participate in this event!

Banner credits: 1, 2

OOC note

Hello there, TOA! This is a personal attempt at organizing a little approximation for a pride month event. The prompts can be spun however people would like. I know that there are some implications that come with the idea of canonizing pride in the world of Fire Emblem, as well as the fact that pride flags as we know them are unlikely to exist, but ultimately my goal of organizing something like this is to reach my fellow LGBT muns, especially those who cannot celebrate their identities in real life. Pride is both a celebration and a memory, an honoring of survival and a remembrance of those who came before us, and I hope everyone can get a little bit of fun from this.

Happy pride! 

[zwy01]

Original Noble Clans + Clan Leader OCs!!!

I’ve wanted to do these for a while now!! Specifically, new soul weapons with different powers, and character designs of their respective owner(s) in general. I had a lot of fun drawing them and I’ll be drawing them in the future too!

These characters aren’t necessarily exclusive to a specific/fixed setting. They can be interpreted as headcanons that exist/fit in the canon storyline, characters specific to my Millennium AU, characters that exist by themselves and don’t fit anywhere,…etc. Anything really, as I do want them to have some flexibility. So feel free to interpret them as whatever makes the most sense to you. Personally, I see them as existing in both the canon storyline as my headcanons, and in my Millennium AU. In this post I’ll be (mainly) approaching and discussing them in the context of my Millennium AU, though there will also be some references to canon/pre-canon events of my interpretation.

Onwards to the backstory and concepts… woohoo!!! I’m sooo excited to introduce them!!!

In this drawing, there are two clans total, with two characters in each clan. The blue-haired ones are the “Volo”, and the orange-haired ones are the “Pyradros”.

For context, age-wise these Clan Leaders belong to the previous generation so they’re around Previous Lord’s age. Maybe a little older, maybe a little younger, but basically that. In terms of title/position, they were appointed as Clan Leaders by the time PL became Lord. Currently, they are still active as Clan Leaders in Raskreia’s reign, so technically they can be grouped with the current generation of Clan Leaders (aka Raskreia’s peers). The heirs of these Clan Leaders are around Raskreia’s age, maybe a little older, maybe a little younger, same thing.

No one would have guessed that the Previous Lord had a different plan all along. As the years passed, witnessing the rapidly changing world had prompted PL to think of the possibility of entering voluntary eternal sleep with his Clan Leaders. Asking Gejutel to stay behind and guide the next generation weren’t the only things he did. Long before PL even mentioned anything to anyone, he came up with another idea, a different way to protect Lukedonia: sending two of his Clan Leaders to the outside world, as far as possible, to the corners of this planet. Zephyrus Volo and Leona Pyradros were his close friends and trusted allies, and PL entrusted them with the mission of completely separating themselves from influences within Lukedonia, including PL himself. They were to walk every corner of this planet and see the world for themselves, for what it truly is. Try leading others, try being led. Expand your perspective, because it is crucial. PL’s instruction regarding their eventual return to Lukedonia was that they were to return during Raskreia’s reign, and many, many years well into it. In a way, this was PL’s last resort. If Lukedonia is still holding up and doing well under Raskreia’s leadership, they can simply settle back and continue on with their lives. And if Lukedonia is suffering for whatever reasons such as unforeseen circumstances or bad leadership, they can help rebuild Lukedonia and guide them back to the right direction, since they had spent a vast amount of time outside and thus accumulated valuable experience. PL had hoped that this would be Lukedonia’s last choice. By not leaving all of his eggs in one basket, he was certainly preparing for something. Since Zephyrus and Leona were his close friends, he could fully trust them with this mission. For safety purposes, no one knew about this mission except for the three of them. There was a mutual agreement between them, and it was kept secret from everyone else, the entirety of Lukedonia. Not a single one of their fellow Clan Leaders, including the eventual traitor nobles, knew why they departed Lukedonia. They only had a vague idea that PL assigned them on some sort of mission, but none of them knew that they would never see the two again. Perhaps it was also a sacrifice on their part to leave behind their home and everything they were familiar with. They respected PL, so to them this mission was of great importance, even if it meant that this would be a permanent farewell to the rest of Lukedonia. Their fellow Clan Leaders. And most of all, their beloved friend and leader. After sharing one final moment and goodbye with PL in private, Zephyrus and Leona silently and quickly depart, never to be seen again. The drama regarding the traitors would occur much, much later. Their journey began there, and they lived many lives as different people, in different places. They had nothing else except for each other, but that was enough for them. Gradually, their mutual friendship blossomed into something more. They fell in love with each other. Sometime later, Azurine was born. Then Rufus was born. Together they would raise their children and continue on with their journey around the world, completely oblivious to everything around them, just as PL had intended them to. The plotting, the murdering, traitor nobles leaving Lukedonia, Raizel and Muzaka’s fight, the invasion of Lukedonia, even Crombel’s nukes… these events simply didn’t exist to them. The two stay loyal to their mission post-finale and continue to explore the world. They would change locations every few decades to avoid suspicions of their lack of aging. Their now young adult children, thanks to their lifestyle, are very well-informed.

(This is where context starts to become vague/flexible/divergent, for the purpose of my story I choose to have them exist in my Millennium AU.) The four of them return sometime during the events of my Millennium AU, where Lukedonia has already seen birth of a new generation. Prior to their return Azurine and Rufus had never met any of the current generation of Clan Leaders, as they were born and raised entirely outside of Lukedonia. Even Raskreia is surprised. Explanation done, questions cleared, carry on. They settle back in Lukedonia. From then on, the story continues. How will they view the current Lukedonia and what will they do? Is this what PL had foreseen? For the better or worse? Seemingly, another “journey” for them begins.

(will continue to expand on this stuff in future posts!)

Moving onto the clans and characters!

Volo:

The Volo Clan specializes in all-rounders. Their spell-based attacks are ultra wide-range. Clan members can cast buffs on themselves and their allies, and debuffs on their enemies. Usually, the most powerful spells are cast by the pureblooded Clan Leaders and their line of heirs. The fighting style varies depending on the enemy. Due to the nature of their clan, one typically performs the best in fights as support for allies. In circumstances where they’re alone and/or all allies have been defeated, a well-trained Volo can also fight solo. The symbol of this clan is the Healer. Healing is their specialty and almost all Volo CLs and their heirs go through an extensive and unforgiving training regimen specific to their clan. One would find this to be extremely hard to endure. To them this is viewed as a necessity.

Soul Weapon: Octavio. Appearance is a crystal ball set atop a golden base that has eight red gems embedded on its surface. User can choose to hold it or have it levitate on its own. The crystal ball itself for the most part is a dark shade of color such as black, purple, blue etc. and glows other brighter colors when its user chooses to activate its powers. Can summon a wide range of spells. Most spells are not meant to be offensive, as they are intended to be secondary support, though there are a few attack-based spells too. Minor to moderate wounds can be healed repeatedly, though not indefinitely. The number of times Octavio can cast a healing spell depends on the user’s remaining energy and/or occasionally, willpower. E.g. if the user is worn out and/or injured badly, other spells may still be summoned but a healing spell cannot be summoned. When a healing spell is active, the crystal ball glows a bright cyan hue. Octavio’s ultimate skill is not an attack but rather an ability. When activated, the user can transfer a serious and even fatal blow from an ally to them self. Or, they can transfer a serious or fatal blow that they received to an ally. Due to the nature of this ultimate skill, it is rarely ever activated but if the situation is dire, the user can summon the skill and, in the process, decide who to save. Both parties involved need to consent and agree to the injury transfer for it to carry out. Contrary to its appearance, Octavio cannot be used for fortune telling. You can stare at it all you want but all you’ll see is a boring, unflattering reflection of your distorted nostrils.

Zephyrus Volo: the current Clan Leader, and Leona’s husband. Tall and fairly slender, though the slender part isn’t always visible because his layers of clothes cover it up. Wears black eyeshadow. Doesn’t talk much even though he has a lot of thoughts in his head. Some of them might as well stay unspoken, since they’re quite funny but mostly annoying. A very kindhearted man in general but sometimes seen as aloof because he’s always tired due to the nature of his powers as a healer as every single spell, even the most minor ones, will drain his energy. Will extend his hand to help others around him with his powers even if it’s not an emergency, something very minor that people can probably heal by themselves with a bit of time. He takes his job very seriously and it could be a bad thing. His wife Leona keeps him in check and makes sure he isn’t going around fixing everything he can and as a result draining himself dry of his own energy and passing out somewhere with his face planted to the ground. Very affectionate but is shy to express it. Reaaaally likes holding hands. Loves it when Leona picks him up and carries him like a princess. Calls her Leonie.

Azurine Volo: the clan’s heir, Zephyrus and Leona’s first child, and Rufus’ elder sister.

Very beautiful and has a mysterious aura to her. To some she may appear to be cold, because she doesn’t smile much and prefers nodding and other subtle body language for communication rather than talking. However this completely reverses where she becomes super chatty if you get close to her and gain her trust. Just like her father she is passionate about helping others. Unfortunately, she is in the same situation as him where she needs to trade her own welfare for it. She does it a bit differently though. In contrast to the Tradio who specialize in poison, she specializes in antidotes. Specifically, she purposely inflicts herself with poison and/or other injuries, then tries to find a way to fix it. Literally putting herself through pain and enduring through all of it so she can find a solution for others, since she believes experimenting on others is inhumane. There has been several times where she had almost died from self experimentation, but it never stopped her. She does this for centuries after centuries, and there is virtually no one else with the willpower and mental capacity to do this. Her arms are always, always covered either in bandages, long sleeves or other accessories to hide her scars from self experimentation. Occasionally blood oozes out from fresh wounds that haven’t completely healed yet and it scares people. She insists it’s fine though. Karias’ on-and-off lover and in a sense Kaelestis’ not-stepmother.

Pyradros:

The Pyradros Clan specializes in both close-range and long-range combat. Attacks are mostly melee, and are super destructive and explosive in nature. The only purpose is to destroy. Not to weaken, not to contain, not to subdue. The only goal is to completely destroy the enemy with no concern about what state they’d be left in. This style of combat takes a lot of training to master. Insufficient training could lead to injuring oneself, so those who want to wield this type of fighting style must be very experienced. Even an experienced user needs to be careful, Clan Leaders and heirs included. Typically, combat training starts at a very young age and safety precautions are the priority and taught first. The symbol of this clan is the Sun. Beautiful, dazzling, and destructive. Too much or too little of it, you die. It’s all about control and balance.

Soul Weapon: Soleil. A flail. The handle is mainly black with golden tips on either end, with a massive spiked sphere attached to one end. Typically used for swinging attacks that use brute force to puncture and/or smash enemies to bits. Attacks are virtually impossible to defend against, and they are designed to inflict a great amount of pain. Even enemies with superior regeneration fear this weapon, as they will relive the trauma for every single blow they receive and recover from, where the process repeat over and over again. Sometimes even Soleil’s appearance alone is enough to instill fear into the enemy and make them lose their will to fight. In general, Soleil is unforgiving to both the enemy and the wielder, as the former will usually perish within receiving one or several blows, and the latter needs to be extremely cautious too or they may injure themselves in the process. User can also choose to fight long-range as Soleil can also release aura like a typical SW, though most users prefer melee to bring out the full extent of its raw swinging and smashing power. The spikes on the flail’s sphere can detach and reattach on command. User can command Soleil to detach its spikes and the spikes will hurl themselves at the enemy as powerful and fearsome darts. After the enemy is pierced, Soleil’s spikes can be recalled (vanishing from enemies’ body) and reappear on the flail’s sphere. And repeat process if you wish. Soleil’s flying spike darts are very hard to dodge, though it is still possible to dodge them. Soleil’s ultimate attack is summoning a self-destructive blinding light that could possibly temporarily blind everything in the area (user and allies included) and a massive field of sharp crystals in the same fashion as the spikes will emerge from the ground to pierce anything within its reach. Due to the nature of this soul weapon, fights are best done solo just because of how destructive it is. Teamwork is possible but needs to be coordinated very, very carefully.

Leona Pyradros: the current Clan Leader, and Zephyrus’ wife. Has a great smile and radiates energy that can be felt by anyone near her. A bright and bubbly person who is most often found chatting with just about anyone. The weather, new recipes, your kids doing stupid things, just mundane things. Though, as inviting as she seems, she is actually pretty selective and doesn’t let people into her inner circle easily. Or at all, really. They don’t even know that she has functionality blocked them off because she’s so good at handling it and making them feel like they’re important to her (even when they’re not). Probably knows all of the latest gossip. In a way, she’s very good at collecting intel. Enjoys fighting and will fight anyone who is willing to spare some time. Sometimes refers to her SW as “little sunny” and talks to it as if it is capable of conversation. Aww, little sunny is feeling a bit bloodthirsty, aren’t you? Me too me too. Stuff like that creeps people out sometimes. Very protective of her husband and hates it when people expect him to fix just about anything. Will chase them away so he doesn’t spend his energy on them. Will shoot spike darts juuuuust a little past your ear barely grazing it as a warning to back off. Hah. That’ll do. Though if someone really needs healing she’ll let him help. Calls her husband Zeph and sometimes Windy if she’s feeling playful. Loves a good ribcage-crushing hug (usually the one giving it)

Rufus Pyradros: the clan’s heir, Zephyrus and Leona’s second child, and Azurine’s younger brother. Quite muscular in general but that part is usually invisible because he wears so many layers of frills and furs. A bit shy and instinctively covers his eyes when he sees his mother and elder sister because he hates the sight of blood and is quite afraid of it actually, and more often than not they are bloody, with the former loving spars and the latter injuring herself for research. Will scream “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” if frightened. A big sweetheart in general and his love language is gift giving. If he likes you you’ll find that he’s always handmaking something for you. Loves makeup and often makes his own from scratch. He loves his momma and wants to make her proud but he is pretty much lacking in terms of fighting ability because he’s SO scared of blood to the point where she can’t even train him properly without him crying and begging for a break and/or quitting at the sight of any open wound really. They just keep trying and momma is very patient. He’s very sorry about it and thinks he won’t ever be able to wield Soleil, even when she tells him not to worry. Loves potato chips. The really salty kind that always leaves your fingers all greasy and sticky.

That’s it for now! Excuse me for any typos a bit sleep deprived lol see you later will draw them more in ghe future!

[thepenultimateword]

You know what flavor of hero x villain we've all been sleeping on? Magical Girl x Villain! Or Magical Girl x Villain's Sidekick. Or heck, even Magical Girl x Other Magical Girl Rival!

You got any prompt ideas for things like that?

I’m actually not a big fan of magical girls (I’m not against them, they just don’t draw me in), but i know some of the tropes, so I can attempt to rustle something up! If I get anything wrong, forgive me. I also know that in a lot of magical girl stories the villain is an older man, but for the sake of these prompts, just imagine them close in age, either the villain as a teenager or both the Magical Girl and Villain as adults.

(I’ll just abbreviate Magical Girl it MG for the sake of convenience)

1. When the source of MG’s powers is corrupted, she must turn to Villain, the only person she knows of with knowledge on dark artifacts and magic, for help. Everything they say might be a trap or a low, but the more time they spend together, the more MG hopes it’s not.

2. MG was all sparkles and bubbles when she was a teen, but as she’s grown up, her tastes have changed. One day she comes to battle with a completely new transformation style, and Villain is not sure how they feel about it.

3. Villain really likes MG’s transformation sequence. They may keep picking fights with her simply so that they can see it every day.

4. Villain’s Sidekick begins doubting Villain’s plans, but they’re scared to back out. There’s only one person who may be powerful enough to protect them, but they doubt MG will want anything to do with them, let alone protect them.

5. After an exhausting day of civilian life, MG shows up to her fight with villain and begins venting about the cons to being a magical girl: There’s never an up awkward place to fit her wand, she doesn’t ever transform back into a civilian at the right time, transformation got extremely tiring, and on top of it all, the clothes aren’t even her style. Villain is surprised at first but then he explodes with complaints too. Turns out he has a lot of similar problems.

6. MG finds out Villain Sidekick’s Civilian identity and decides to get close to them in order to learn more about Villain’s plans. However, hiding her MG identity proves harder than she thought, especially when she starts actually falling in love.

7. When MG is transformed, her powers have the unfortunate side effect of showing exactly what she’s feeling: sparkles when she’s happy, dark clouds when she’s upset, etc. It was a little annoying, but never too bothersome until she started radiating little floating hearts every time she was around Villain.

8. MG goes back in time and accidentally brings a young Villain back to her own time period. Teen Villain is not like his current self at all, but MG is wary that whatever flipped the switch for adult Villain’s evil will happen to young Villain too. She decides she needs to keep a close eye on him until she can send him back, but as weird as it may seem, she may be starting to like who Villain used to be.

9. Villain is evil and MG is good, but they ended up with wands that give off opposite vibes. Villain is always colorful and sparkly and light, and MG is darkness, black clothing, and ominous spells.

10. Villain ends up saving and caring for MG’s animal companion when they get separated. When they next see each other, Villain tells her she can come pick it up. MG is shocked and desperately wants her pet back, but she also doesn’t know if she can trust Villain’s kindness.

[elasmobranch-enthusiast]

i want to share something i posted on my private instagram in its entirety. (tumblr people i trust most of you dm me if you want the @)

i’ve been wanting to talk about my relationship with art for a little while now.

as a young child, i was always drawing, coloring, or painting something, like lots of kids. making art was just a fun and relaxing activity for me, something i did pretty frequently and enjoyed.

that changed as i got older. my ocd got worse, i became more critical of myself, and i was noticing how different i was to everyone else. people called me creative a lot as a kid. i took pride in that. but i started to notice that i had been drawing the same things over and over my whole life. other kids my age didn’t do that. how could i be creative when i never created anything new? it didn’t make sense to me, and i felt like a fraud. so i pushed myself to draw other things even though i didn’t really want to. and then i noticed more things i didn’t like. i’d never learned how to hold a pencil correctly. my hands were too shaky, my lines always jagged or wiggly. i couldn’t grade the pressure i was putting on the pencil. compared to my peers, my art looked like it had been made by someone younger. i hated that. to me, different meant it was ugly and bad. so i figured i needed to reteach myself how to draw. i became a connoisseur of those how to draw (blank) books. but every line i made that didn’t perfectly match the image from the books had to be redone. anything less than perfect wasn’t good enough. i’d erase holes into my paper, telling myself i couldn’t do anything right. the thoughts got worse, that terrible things would happen to me if i couldn’t do something perfectly. art was becoming just another one of the seemingly endless sources of anxiety in my life. picking up a paintbrush or looking at a blank sheet of paper was enough to send me into panic. this phase of my life was roughly from ages 6 to 11.

so i quit. no more painting or drawing. i wasn’t good at it so it wasn’t for me. i had to accept that. i found other creative outlets like writing and crochet, which i was already getting into as i became more and more disillusioned with art. this lasted until i was about 16 and my ocd got a lot more manageable.

since then, i’ve gotten tiny flickers, little urges to make art again. filled with fear, i tried drawing and painting again. and i would hate the results, so i’d quit again for another few months. that cycle repeated many times.

but recently, it’s been different. i had the urge to pick up watercolors and just couldn’t resist it. but something was different this time. i hated my work, but i didn’t want to stop. i wanted to try again. so i have been, for a few weeks now. and i’m enjoying it. it only dawned on me recently that i had once labeled watercolors as my least favorite medium to work with years ago. i found them far too difficult to control. and now, that’s what i like about them. that they sort of do their own thing, that they take control and i adapt to them. and i think there’s profound healing in that. i’ve found peace in wetting the colors, creating transparent layers. slowly building them up to more vibrant colors, and swirling my brush in water. it quiets my mind.

so currently, i’m fixated on painting jellyfish. over and over. that’s all i’ve been painting, but i’m okay with that. maybe one day i’ll perfect them. but if not, i’ll be okay.

i still don’t think my art is good. in fact, i’m embarrassed to post it. but i am because i think it’s important to my healing journey. and i may not be proud of how it looks, but i am proud of what it means.

[andro-dino]

ever since i got into sbr the bombermen now live in my brain..... maybe some domestic hcs for the bros and the dastardly bombers?? after the latter get redeemed im interested to know how you think they acclimated to being normal guys again

SBR IN MY INBOX FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE

There’s so many thoughts that have just been brewing around up there for ages. One that is like a suuuuuper old thought that’s been up there for years is the idea that Green hangs out with his sisters a lot and at some point gets really into painting nails and tries to get any and all of his siblings to let him paint their nails (ignore the fact that they don’t canonically have nails rn okay lets just pretend). It’s pretty hit and miss. I like to think that Yellow would be one of the most openly receptive to it but he cannot hold still for that long so his always end up really scuffed and messed up but he still loves them anyways. Also during this era I liked pairing up Green and Red as like, particularly close, and Red despite all his usual willpower is very weak to Greens manipulation and I just think it’s so silly. I drew a lil thing of him also ages ago beating up his training dummy while holding his hands out very carefully trying not to mess up his freshly painted nails and I just think that encompasses that whole thing.

SPEAKING OF RED AND DUO DYNAMICS I LIKE WITH HIM, him and black have a very stupid rivalry and constantly butting heads with each other is something that I hold very near and dear to my heart. It was a product of all the tiktok audios that were popular at the time that I had saved for hypothetical future cosplays I think (side note I need to get back to cosplaying (my magnet wig has been staring me down recently)). Their dynamic is very similar to dan and reiki to me if that makes sense. except they’re both better and worse. idk they’re just very dear to me <3 this one interaction in sbr2 genuinely made me like scream and cry and throw up it’s all 2018 axel ever could’ve wanted.

Another individual duo dynamic between the bros I am obsessed with is blue and pink bc I hc them as twins and they r so important to me. Blue in general I like to think of as really good at reading people (even if he doesn’t usually make that super obvious) and he tends to notice when Pink is overly stressed out and putting too much pressure on herself. When this happens, he’s usually able to bring her back down to earth by smacking her upside the head with a pillow and telling her to take a break. I like to think that if she’s stressing out abt like having to look after their other siblings or whatever, Blues like “I’ll handle it” and it’s very ominous and pink does not fully know what that entails but she does know that she really wants to take a nap so she lets him handle it. I think you give that man a monster energy or two and he could do anything.

I was also recently thinking abt the respective eldest four/youngest four quartets of the Bomberman bros and they just. mean so much to me. I like to think that they hold like their own respective council meeting to discuss the current state of affairs and stuff they’ve noticed about the other half. THEYRE JUST VERU IMPORTANT TO ME. with the older bros, again with blue being the most observant, I like to think that he tends to bring up stuff that none of the others have noticed yet and it always catches everyone off guard. The younger half are extremely silly with it. Like I don’t know how to describe it but they are the most functionally dysfunctional group imaginable and it’s both horribly chaotic but surprisingly organized. Yellow is the minutes man. he does keep track of everything in crayon. Half of the time he does get distracted drawing flowers and butterflies instead. there’s no one else they would trust with the job. Red thinks he’s the leader since he’s the oldest of the four. Aqua and Green have not broken the news to him that he is not. It’s okay he doesn’t need to know.

As for the dastardlys, I don’t have a lot of specific ideas for them as far as like, re becoming parts of society goes (though most of the ones I do have are mostly whiteplasma focused (and none of them are very coherent bc thinking about them together just makes me sob violently)), though I’ve honestly always liked the idea of them forming their own sort of ragtag sibling kind of bond. It’s very strange and weird and none of them are really fully used to it but they find comfort in each other methinks. Pretty serves as the main bridge between them and the main eight. I like to think that even after buggler n everything, she still dresses up and keeps Karaoke around as like, a sort of drag persona. It’s very important to me that for both groups, she is both very sisterly and mature but also incredibly silly to degrees unheard of. I’ve always liked the idea of her and magnet being especially close. They r. insane together. sometimes pretty is able to ground him and give him good advice and other times they bring out the worst (best) in each other and it ends about as well as you’d expect, but they r like besties in my head.

Plasma I’ve always thought of as just having a natural protective/big brother kind of instinct to him. It’s funny bc half of the dastardlies are older or roughly the same age as him but he still just like instinctually pulls out a lot of the big brother talk with them. One interaction I’ve thought abt is between him and golem where they’re kinda just hangin out and whatever and he brings up how golem and yellow are getting along and plasma’s like “it’s nice that you’re making friends I’m very happy for you” and golem (in his own vocabulary obviously) is like “yk you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child, I am like thousands of years older than you” and plasmas like “right my b force of habit.” (I do think plasma is still like mentally older than golem iykwim but yk, golems not like green little either). It’s funny I actually used to not really like/care about plasma that much (I honestly think it was just his English voice acting like it really just does not do it for me dawg) but now I love him so dearly. His and white’s dynamic is especially important to me (if that wasn’t already clear) and like. augh. aughhh <333 they’re so incredibly similar in so many ways and just the thought of them consistently being together and training and hanging out with each other and bringing out the best in each other is so important to me. They keep up their friendly rivalry while helping each other out, white especially helping plasma and the others get reacclimated to everything and supporting them along the way (and maybe he and plasma smooch a little too idk the world is a beautiful place). I think White also gets along with Golem pretty well. mostly just bc white supervises golem and yellows hangouts/dates for a while just to make sure yellow is really fine without him keeping his eye on him all the time and in the process, grows really fond of golem.

I think as far as the other dastardlies and the bros go, I also like red and magnet together a lot just like generally. they r so incredibly silly I just think they should not be separated (even though only bad things happen when they’re together /silly). I also obviously am obsessed with phantom and blue together. extremely over dramatic guy who still thinks they have an intense rivalry x guy who goes “lol” and does not feed into it at all is the best ever in the world. Also, just bc of that one image from the sbr credits, him and black together I think would be great. They both have such a flair for the dramatics that I think it’d work. You’d think they’d be a mess just with how different their usual personalities tend to be but I think it cancels out and both of them think they just kinda get each other (they do not)(they don’t need to know that they’re happy anyways).

[circusclownsam]

sweet home oc (may be short, sorry)

general info

name; Min-Ya Choi

nickname; Minnie, prefers that nickname only

age; 18

born; 3/9

race; asian

ethnicity; korean, australian

known languages; korean, english

voice; mid pitch, slightly raspy

accent; australian, more noticeable when speaking english

scent: a soft, vanilla smell

physical info

height; 5’2 (158cm)

weight(heaviness); light enough to carry

eye colour; dark blue with specks of light blue

hair colour; chocolate brown

hair length; thigh length

hair texture; 2c

body shape; hourglass, average thickness, small waist, D cup size

face claim; https://pin.it/58oF6gWUg

piercings?; five on each ear.

scarring?; inner thighs, arms and back. prefers keeping them hidden

other features; freckled cheeks, nose and shoulders. dimpled smile

attire

main attire;

; https://pin.it/5cLIMnNbW

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; https://pin.it/57cHa7yB7

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; https://pin.it/6ESLBbS91

sleep attire;

; https://pin.it/3BYbORCry

; https://pin.it/3cGZMGs9z

; https://pin.it/7xdcPzaHA

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personality

positive traits; honest, caring, flirtatious, humorous, selfless, protective, brave

negative traits; introverted, sarcastic, secretive, cold, blunt, trust issues

interests; reading alone, listening to music, patting Bom, taking care of su yeong and yeong su, annoying Hyun Su, drawing in her free time, studying the fauna around her, spending time with eun hyeok, her personal space (mood), taking naps with her dog, cats

disinterest; eun yu, monsters, when su yeong and yeong su are hurt, when people invade her space, getting hurt, her father and mother, mud,

good habits; carries around a pocket knife, neatening things

bad habits; scratching at her scars, picking at her nails

neutral habits; pacing when in thought

fears; deep-bodied water (oceans, pools), her father

hobbies; reading, sketching

talents; violin, archery

insecurities; her scars at times, her overall appearance

relations

father; robert kingly, died via drunk driving, strained relationship due to abuse

mother; lin choi, unknown, left when she was young. stranger relationship

sister; katie choi, deceased, close relationship

other relatives?; nan in australia, fathers side. strained relationship

friends; eun hyeok, ji su, su yeong and yeong su

closer to; su yeong and yeong su

enemies; monsters, mostly

pet(s); a german shepherd named chunky

(potential) love interests; hyun su, eun hyeok

health info

physical health; healthy, exercises daily

mental health; mild case of social anxiety, unmedicated but manageable

therapy; attended therapy since she was ten, stopped going as it got expensive

allergies; sunflower(oil, seed etc), mild, slight rash and sniffle

eyesight; 20/20 vision, no need for glasses

dental care; brushes regularly, healthy white, no known cavities or sensitivity issues

hygiene; bathes as much as she can, no bad odour

diet; balanced, eats what she can

hearing; can hear quite well

living info

born in; south korea, seoul

past residence; australia, sydney

current residence; green home mansion apartment, an abandoned caravan

apartment number; room 1211

neighbours with; Kim Seong-Yu, Yu-Seong and their late father.

lives with; only herself and her dog, likes the solitude.

transportation; a motorcycle, a skateboard

occupation; unemployed as of now

past occupation; night shift for a supermarket, a part-time babysitter

past sport events; gymnastics, basic boxing classes

(short, but i’ll add more if i feel like it lmao)

[zoroara]

So I decided it was about time I made a complete bio and timeline of Vittorio into a post, and of course this included drawing refs for all of their outfits/weapons/and box weapons. Their TYL design is positioned first because of them first appearing in that arc. Here’s some basic information before we get into the timeline:

Name: Vittorio Ardizzone Residence: Italy Age: 27 Birthday: January 18th Gender: Demiboy he/they Height: 190cm/6′3 Weight: 92kg/205lbs Blood type: AB+ Aligned with: Avvoltoi di Scarto / Varia Flame: Flame of Stagnation(Rain+Sky hybrid details here)

Now for the timeline that’ll be under read more cause boy there’s a lot:

Okay, when I made them I wanted them to affect the least amount of the plot we actually have. So what I did was slightly change what the hold up for the Varia was in italy. Which is originally them having to continue to hold down the base they had taken from Millefiore members. Also I’ll go over Weapon abilities at the very end. Other Ocs will be referenced here, there’s a short overview that can be found (here)

Here however, Vittorio, the leader of a group(Avvoltoi di Scarto or the Scrap Vultures) who attacks people already in combat in order to steal weapons, equipment and supplies from them to either use for their own group, sell them or for Vittorio specifically to use to make new weapons all together. With Vittorio picking off both sides only doing so confidently due to the chaos knowing the Millefiore and Varia are weak enough from the fight to essentially get away scott free. They get what they want and abandon the fight halfway through getting their men out with minimal losses.

In the present(second image is present design) while the Avvoltoi di Scarto are not well known, currently too afraid to do operations against such big mafia groups, this encounter sticks in the Varia’s minds. After healing from the Representative battles, they seek Vittorio out. For several reasons, one mainly being a grudge, the potential of getting them to engineer something for them, but also the threat Vittorio poses if left alone. It should also be noted, Vittorio has no knowledge of the future as they were not considered important to how the future turned out. But course, they aren’t going to just talk it out, and a fight ensues, the threat they find that Vittorio held is still very much the same almost taking them down before being captured instead. (I have drawn a comic of this)

Upon being captured Vittorio is forced to work for the Varia, under their watch they are tasked to design and create combat gear for them.(x) Vittorio does so, making them durable and protective against both flames and physical weapons more so than the regular varia uniforms are(Designs found here). While he is working on the Varia uniforms, Vittorio makes an offer, that if they can get them readings and information on how the actual vongola rings work, he can attempt to upgrade their Varia rings and Box weapons. (His attempt at bargaining)

Squalo is sent out to give these readings and while he is Vittorio works on his own version of the combat uniform that he made for the Varia in secret(it looks like the blue and orange combat uniform minus colour, and instead pure black), at this point gaining enough trust to not be constantly under watch. When Squalo comes back he does as he promised though not without great difficulty struggling for a while to upgrade Talbot’s work. However eventually he succeeds giving the varia improved cambio formas that can keep the box weapon out in addition albeit in a weakened state.(I have designs and abilities for these but I’ve not fully coloured them. When I have this will be edited.)

Of course, as he worked and figured out how to upgrade the ring, he made his own copy, and made the vulture box weapon, Avo. (Whose Cambio forma is the orange combat suit). But once Vittorio finished he struck a deal with Xanxus, who begrudgingly agreed to let him go free, for the ability to call on them(and vice versa), and for the ability to ask them for upgrades, to fix equipment, or build something for the Varia.

Vittorio then disappeared without a trace leaving Xanxus as the only person who knew how to contact him despite getting along with the other Varia members. (perhaps a little too well in some cases.) At least he did until one night he sent an emergency alert to Xanxus who only had time to grab Lussuria.

They then found Vittorio in the midst of being attacked by a mercenary known as Kira. She is a Flame of Deceit user and has made real monstrosities that have to be fought. It’s a struggle but once Lussuria heals Vittorio up through team work the Trio take her down. Only to find it was a fake and she is still out there. For his safety Xanxus forces Vittorio to return with them, and Vittorio promptly shuts down. (Also art of these events 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13)

You see, Vittorio has no ability to handle any form of care, especially care that is forced upon them. Growing up in a house that they could not leave for the fact the world was “too dangerous”, he eventually had no choice but to run away if they ever wanted to see anything outside of what they could see from a window. Left scarred from the first attempt, only escaping because their flame awakened, they soon went back home, the only place that he could think of for safety. Only to be met with even more of their freedom taken, with that and their second attempt, only cemented further a twisted idea that if anyone ever cared for them their freedom would be stripped away. (little bits of their past + how they got the idea to form the scrap vultures 1 - 2 - 3 - 4)

However, after two days, Squalo aggressively comes into his room and says that he needs to leave if he’s just going to completely shut down. Vittorio is given his freedom back, provided he at least eats something first cause it was two days. Though he does dip out for a few hours to clear his head, realizing they were right and it is too dangerous to stay alone and goes back. In order to help fight his anxiousness about it he asks to temporarily join the Varia so that he can at least tell himself it’s just for work.(9th picture is his uniform for present day Varia). During this he does admit that the reason he was alone when Kira attacked was because he ended up dismantling the Avvoltoi di Scarto after a recent betrayal as a last straw. Leaving himself as the one and only Scrap Vulture.

From there he works as a trainee, as despite his strength and usefulness.... Vittorio doesn’t meet the requirements of the varia in one aspect. He only know Italian and cannot be a full Varia member in any capacity until he learns. So while they’re trying to track down Kira for their proper fight Vittorio is also trying to learn enough languages to count as a member in some form. It takes several years for them to track down Kira, and in that time they grow comfortable being in the Varia. and in their good relation, the Varia give Vittorio an Axolotl Box weapon which they then name Alba. Which they then make the blue combat gear cambio forma with. Now Vittorio has both box weapons he had in the future, even if they don’t know it.

Upon tracking down Kira, the Varia and Vittorio attack her head on, but of course this being her domain, she is able to easily gain the upper hand practically warping reality to her will. Only Vittorio, Xanxus, Belphegor and Squalo can put up a fight against her flame with easier ability to neutralize it but, unfortunately due to her power they end up overwhelmed. on the brink of defeat and about to die. The horrific living ghost tale that is Presagio appears, making a deal with Vittorio, who is healed and powered up to kill Kira. Only to be stolen away by it as part of the deal.

While Vittorio is trapped with Presagio they find it is a person, an incredibly powerful one but a person nonetheless. They have no choice but to toil away as whatever Presagio needs them to be until after a couple more years, eventually the Varia come to rescue them. Explaining that the reason they made no plans to escape was because Presagio would simply re-capture them there’s a quick plan made. Soon Presagio enters the room that had been broken into, and is challenged to a game. The Varia also offering themselves if it wins, but that they get Vittorio back if it loses.

The game they play is 3 nights, capture the flag. The flag being Vittorio who is tied up in the same building but you can knock out other players(non-lethally only, more to the Varia’s benefit than presagio’s) and if you do so they can't act in the next rounds.

Round one: Team of Levi Mammon and Squalo take vittorio as objective. Xanxus tries to take down Presagio alone. Lussuria and Belphegor act as back up but arrive after Xanxus has already been taken down and get sweeped. However Squalo's team captures the flag before further damage can be done.

Round two: Now with the strongest player out of the way, Presagio focuses the objective, with their swift movements and sturdiness they can't be budged from it. making an easy win for them.

Right after round two: Mammon decides to use Presagio's greed against them, and offers that if it can awaken their full power as it did with Vittorio, they will have a better asset if they can succeed in beating the Varia. Presagio agrees on the one condition that if they do this, and Vittorio cannot create Gear more suited for Mammon's new form in time for the next match. Only Squalo and Levi will be participating. knowing this is their only shot the Varia agrees.

Round three: Fully powered up and newly equipped Mammon aids the remaining two members after them. Though Mammon cannot take down Presagio due to their strength they simply need to cause problems with their illusions and while Presagio is good at seeing through illusions, a fully powered up Mammon is too much. Presagio stays distracted too long, as Squalo and Levi capture the objective and thus they finally get to bring Vittorio home.

After some time to recover both physically and mentally from all that happened. Vittorio asks to permanently join the Varia. Later on getting a tattoo on their back that though they had in the future with wings and the scrap vulture emblem, has the varia emblem added to it as well. They continue their work for the Varia, eventually asking to make a division similar to the Avvoltoi di Scarto, but loaned varia members so that they can easier get the materials they need. They are given a small group to command and continue well into the future.

The first thing they make once they form this group is the Cambio Fusione, the first of it’s kind using both Avo and Alba’s cambio formas to create something that’s an extremely powerful combination of the two previous weapons. However it has heavy physical drawbacks on the user so it is only ever used when Vittorio is desperate to protect someone, but also knows after they can be trusted to take care of him. The trust required originally, they never would have dreamed of.

Now that I have explained their whole story, it’s time for the weapons!

Gun Blade: The gun blade is pretty simple in concept but has a lot of moving pieces. First the blades on both sides of the gun with a press of a button near the trigger of the weapon will be unleashed from a lock mechanism and shoot forward from their position. The only downside is they do have to be physically reset but it doesn’t take much, even quickly slamming the weapon onto the ground will get the locks back in place for it’s next use. Next is the extra part of the handle that the end that can be adjusted so Vittorio can hold the weapon like a bat or like a proper gun. Due to the weight of the weapon it takes a lot of strength to use. Finally the gun part, fun fact, Vittorio has stolen many documents and recordings from mafia groups, they actually learned how to make a gun like this by using Xanxus’ as inspiration. much like Xanxus’ gun it can fire fairly fast but is more often used in charged blasts.

Pioggia Avvoltoio di Cieli, Avo: Avo is a large box weapon, based on the Cinereous Vulture however is a bit larger to allow Avo to pick up Vittorio. Vittorio only uses Avo to handle crowds, as it’s flames are weak in their effects but the Vulture itself is incredibly powerful. However prolonged exposure to it’s flames however weak will eventually cause sluggishness. In the alternate future, Avo was a stolen Sky box he modified to suit his flame.

Cambio Forma, Pistole del Mietitore(Gun of the Reaper): Avo’s Cambio forma much like the box weapon, is focused on power. Vittorio carries a Shotgun and pistol, one for long range and the other for up close. While both can be switched between a normal charge shot, they both have different option settings. The pistol can be switched to a seeking shot which while much weaker will follow the enemy, while the Shotgun can be switched to an explosive spread shot that will petrify anything caught in it. Though they both have blades on them, they’re static unlike the gun blade’s, and are typically only used when someone gets too close and vittorio needs them to back off quickly. This is typically used when there’s plenty of room for the opponent and Vittorio to run.

Pioggia Axolotl di Cieli, Alba:  A small box weapon based on an axolotl, that isn’t very strong physically but makes up in it’s strength of flame.  Alba is typically used in stealth, the small axolotl is hard to feel as it quickly numbs your body. by the time it’s noticed the target is too sluggish and will soon be picked off by vittorio. Thankfully for them Vittorio prefers non-lethal. In the alternate future, Alba was a stolen Rain box he modified to suit his flame.

Cambio Forma, Spada dello Scorticatore(Sword of the flayer): These are two Identical swords with a hook at the end of them. The holes on either side of them will emit a fog version of the flame as long as vittorio squeezes the black triggers on the hilt. This fog will fill the air and slowly overwhelm anyone who enters it. The fog lingers for a long time so Vittorio does not have to constantly refresh it unless they are forced to move out of their area. Vittorio prefers to use this weapon in close combat situations.

Cambio Fusione, Arma dello Scavenger(Weapon of the Scavenger): The final combination of the two previous forms. Through appearing to mainly be the sword, hidden inside of the weapon is a gun which triggers are what used to be for only the sword’s fog. Additionally, only the first 3 sections of the weapon can cut and slice. The fourth is entirely a bludgeoning weapon and is completely flat aside from the hook. Both swords are only colour coded so that Vittorio can keep track of what setting he has them on in case they switch hands. As before, the guns can be switched between a charged shot, a seeking shot, and a the explosive shot. However the blade can also be set to only produce the fog.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[mageofseven]

Hiii I saw you had match ups open for obey me and I’d love it if you did one for me with any of the boys!!! (Hopefully I understood your guidelines right)

I’m not too good at describing myself, but I’ll do my best 😭 I’m kinda bad with zodiac stuff but I’m a Capricorn (whatever that means) which is fun since I don’t share that sign with any of them I think lol

Personality wise I’m a very loud person, I have terrible volume control, and I tend to be very cheery!! Think glitter and sparkles and rainbows personified basically. However because god hates me I’m also really awkward and terrible at social interaction so I sorta just end up making a fool out of myself a lot 😭😭😭 I don’t really go out much or have a lot of irl friends so it’s a STRUGGLE and I’m constantly worried that people think I’m weird or come across as like, creepy idk, it kinda sucks cause I do love to talk to people but I can’t help that I’m bad at it!!!!!!

(The undiagnosed autism doesn’t help probably)

So yeah as for hobbies and stuff I’m an artist!! I’m studying it in college and it’s basically my whole life, I’m trying to get to a point where I could one day illustrate a story!! I’m best with traditional stuff like oil painting but I’m practicing digital art too!! Writing is also something I like to do though I’m less confident at it, reading is also a hobby of mine and trust me I could go on like, a million long year RANT about Frankenstein I’m like so mentally ill about it

Ofc I love video games too!!! Mostly RPGs and JRPGs, but I also like visual novels and horror games of all types!!! Currently my favorite game is probabblyyyyyyyyyy the elder scrolls III Morrowind, I love that game to death! I play league of legends too and YES I GENUINELY THINK ITS FUN 😭😭😭😭 anyway,,, I like anime and manga too, haven’t been that crazy about it for a while but still, oh and I cosplay too!!

ALSO ALSO I love stuffed animals I have a huge collections of them and I cannot sleep without at least one because my cat is MEAN and refuses to sleep besides me at night and I get lonely :(

Okay I think that’s it sorry if I rambled on for ages looll I just rlly rlly love obey me atm and I’m in love with every single one of the guys!!! (sans luke obvi he’s my son) Hopefully I gave you enough to work with ^v^ have a nice day!!!!!!!!!! <3 ✨ ✨

- 🦄 (my cool anon signature even tho this is just one part)

Awwww first off, bless you for feeling the love for our precious baby angel son Lukey 🥰💕

Secondly, despite keeping all of the Boys in mind, your description brought two Brothers to mind, but one yelled louder in my head

And this is partially because of your own volume since you said you have bad volume control, but are cheerful~

I pair you with...

Mammon

This man would love your cutesy, cheerful personality! And it would make his brain short circuit at times 😅

Getting together would be a bit difficult considering considering you're awkward and struggle with social skills and this man is extremely awkward for those he has feelings for. He will make a fool out himself time and time again.

Honestly, y'all will probably be best friends long before you date, giving you plenty of time to get comfy with with him and show your loud n' sweet side. Like dear, neither of y'all know how to control your volume, to the dismay of the other brothers, but it's okay bc you're both having fun!

When people think video games, they usually think Levi, but Mammon like playing them too! He'd love to play games with you or even watch you play your favorite games (though he'll probably talk the entire time you play so hopefully you don't mind 😅)

Honestly, he knows very little about art, but I think he'd enjoy watching you draw, especially when using oil painting because I doubt he's truly seen anyone do anything like that before. He'd be honestly impressed by your skill, but maybe a biiiiiit too embarrassed to say so at first.

Also, HE WILL BUY YOU SOOOO MANY NEW STUFFIES. Like for real, he finds you collecting stuffed animals to be really cute. I can totally see him just randomly buying you more stuffies, but even more so, this man will take every chance he gets to win you one from a crane game and show off his skills...or lack there of lol.

I did think about pairing you with Levi, but I think the third brother would appreciate your lack of volume control less than Mammon does.

[th3-l0st-child-arii]

alright, 23 questions.

I’m gonna be doing this w/out the turtles and with my other OCs so-

uhhh probably try to stay optimistic? I’ve been through quite a bit in the last few years for someone my age. I don’t think Ari is the type of person to be sad and depressed all the time.

the childish one obviously. I already have 2 other OC’s (her friends) planned out, just haven’t named ‘em. Plus, she’s 7 so I don’t think any of ‘em would be like parents. Actually, maybe one of ‘em are the mom friend but-

I’ll do it and edit it

^^^^

she doesn’t understand what goes on in her household so I don’t think it would affect her much :) aside from the drawings.

Alright, uh. Ari likes art, just like me. Ari would probably like, hmm, K-Pop, J-Pop, stuff like that or just Pop in general. Coffee/Tea? I don’t think she’d like either. I don’t really like dresses and stuff so when I drew her, she was wearing pants, but I think she’d probably like dresses.

“I only live once ffs, I don’t wanna die.”

She would honestly try her best to stay with them but eventually let them go.

lil goober don’t know what that is :3

literally anyone. She’s so gullible I can’t wobekabsnsbs 😭

Haven’t thought about it.

like stated before, any type of Pop. Or jojo siwa lmao.

I guess I could do that..?

both. Unless your like some kind of stone wall, literally anyone would see she’s a harmless kid.

as her current age (7), probably the time she face-planted on the ice. As an adult? Probably what happened in her house since she realized what happened as she got older.

99% of the time golden retriever. The 1% is when she gets like no sleep. (Crabby child)

“Oh :( *sniff* …hug?” Yes she’ll obviously be my friend. And she’ll also trust me. Considering my soft spot for young children, we’d be besties. I would literally carry her anywhere and bite ANYONE who touches her.

no, haha. She will shrivel up and die.

currently, yes, she likes her parents. Uhh I wanna say she was born in the Gen Z years but no, she’s Gen Alpha, soo..

Talking stuffed/regular animals

“………” Ari-mato lmao

Got to eat favourite food, long nap, hugs, and probably pet a dog.

Her mom. (When she still lives with her.)

How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

[hlekani-666]

<182> 26. Athesit Republic Newsletter: How often do believers in your circle try to evangelize to you?

*Disclaimer: This may only apply to atheists who were formerly a part of believing communities or atheists who have ongoing regular interactions with believers.

Considering that I am still close with many believers including my family and long-time friends, I’ve recently become aware of how no one ever tries to evangelize/witness to me anymore. Since leaving behind my faith years ago, I have not been at all shy to express my unbelief as well as describe in detail the journey of self-discovery and knowledge acquisition that led me to my current position.

It took a while before the thought crossed my mind: why don’t the people who love me most and care for my salvation attempt to change my heart or reconvert me? At first I figured that everyone was just trying to be polite and respectful, they knew where I stood but better that we remain civil with each other for the purpose of maintaining a healthy relationship. It also became apparent that the only time a discussion of faith or religion would ever come up would be when I brought it up. Generally I enjoy this discussion but understandably it is not a conversation that many like to have on a regular basis. I thought maybe it turns people off, even believers, to go down that road time and again. However, as the years have gone by and when the topic of faith and belief does come up, once my position has been explained, it is rarely, if ever, challenged. Furthermore, the believers themselves never make an attempt to convince that my soul is destined for eternal damnation, and I rarely hear the “I’ll pray for you” response. Yes, they know that I know their position, but that genuine expression of concern for my fate is never evident.

I have two theories as to why I am so infrequently challenged and/or evangelized to: The believer genuinely believes the quiet, lead-by-example and “show love” approach works best when confronted with a confident atheist. By preaching, they are claiming moral superiority and realize this method only turns off the atheist, destroys trust, leads to division and ultimately conflict. They can never manage to be a witness to someone who doesn’t trust them, nor want to be around them. So the believer figures that avoiding confrontation, letting god’s truth shine through their behavior, will be most effective in making a case for their faith. I would argue that a lot of intelligent believers feel this way. They are less reactionary, less emotional albeit confident in their faith. They may even think that their god is quietly working on drawing the atheist closer to his truth and that patience and love will not interfere with god’s work.

The believer is taken aback by the atheist’s knowledge and understanding of their (the believers) religion as well as the rational way the atheist can justify his/her lack of belief. This may expose the believer’s lack of understanding about his or her own beliefs and how/why they’ve reached them. Many believers, particularly those indoctrinated from an early age, never had their beliefs challenged by outsider nor have they encountered an unbeliever who may actually have a superior understanding of their holy book. Clearly this thinking is condescending and makes us atheists seem arrogant and contemptuous. But I can’t deny these thoughts don’t cross my mind and might have some merit. Whatever the reasons are, I find that I am the one “preaching” my position to them far more than the other way around. For those of you atheists who still interact with believers on a regular basis, does this happen to you? Why do think you this is the case? Or do you find believers still evangelizing/trying to convert you? Again, this is for believers that you interact with on regular basis, not people that you may strike up a conversation with randomly at a party or in some online forum.

Benjamin Lang

LInk To Original Post:

[two-sides-same-draconia]

Universe #1

Name: Basil Draconia

Aliases: Bas or B

Gender/Pronouns: Bi Gender (so he uses both male and female pronouns)

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Gay

Age: 26,000

Birthdate: December 21st

Occupation: Heaven's top defense attorney/knight (former)/Perfumer

Height: 6'0"

Build: Slender

Skin Tone: Pale

Hair: Light Brown

Eyes: Emerald Green

Identifying Marks: Scars on his back and a old stab wound on his hand.

Weapon(s): Apollo (his fan) and Artemis (his Rapier)

Appearance: Tall, slender man with his long wavy almost curly hair done in a high bun with a hair clip of gold oak leaves. He wears a white suit with gold accents, a long train that looked like a peacock tail of gold, a peacock brooch where his tie would be and black shoes.

Personality: Kind, gentle and very brave although very serious when needed

Motivations: Protecting his friends and loved ones

Current Goal: To find his purpose

Life Goal: To finally belong

Motto: "If someone ever tells me it’s a mistake to have hope, well then, I’ll just tell them they’re wrong. And I’ll keep telling them til they believe! No matter how many times it takes…" – Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Best Quality: Very loyal to those he trusts

Worst Quality: Too trusting

Fears: To be abandoned

Hobbies: Sewing, singing, ballet dancing, cooking and drawing

Talents: Swordsmanship and horsemanship, perfumery, chemistry, poison making

Skills: Can speak and sing fluent French and Japanese, chemistry

Alignment: Lawful/Neutral

Group/Organizational Affiliations: None

Family: None

Best Friends: Unknown

Relationship Status: Single

Other Relationships: Sera (Employer), God (King)

Secret: Loves Anime (even though he's obvious, the reason he learned Japanese)

Influential Memory: (former) Resigning from the Heavenly Army, (current) Coming to hell to help Charlie's cause

Role Model: Sailor Moon and Cardcaptor Sakura

Crush: Unknown

Source of Embarrassment: His obsession with magical girl animes

Source of Pride: His skills

Backstory: Basil was once one of Michael's most formidable holy knights until he stepped down due to unknown circumstances. After that he was a forensic cleaner for rare criminal cases. Now he's the one of the top defense attorneys and renowned perfumers in heaven. Under Sera's guidance and due to recent events, he has been sent to Hell to over see the Hazbin Hotel and guide them to rehabilitate sinners. Now if only he knew what he was doing.....

[snazzynamehere]

HI YES HELLO

I wanna do like a little intro type post so YIPPEEEE!!

I’m Snazzynamehere (Literally because I couldn’t decide on a name once and is stuck 💀) or Karma.

Age: 19

Pronouns: they/them

I like to draw, so I’ll mostly post drawings and such :P

Maybe the occasional ranting about a media I like

My art tag is below if you’re looking to see just drawings specifically :)

Current fixations (I’ll update this every now and then tehe):

Sonic the Hedgehog! Like the franchise meow

Lego Monkie Kid!

I’m so very normal trust. I have no idea if there’s anything else I should put here sorry 😭

Thank you for visiting!

[2-dsimp]

Popular choice✨

—>[R] guide his fingers to your p*ssy

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Cw: Fem! anatomy

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Congrats!

Time passes by 10min~

Current time is 4:10 pm

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Heroic new kid! Aether is excited…

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(Game tip: Be careful of the empty classrooms/rooms you may enter in since some of them can auto lock themselves once you close the door!)

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Suns: 10

Suns needed Brightened: 8

Sunshines brightened: 6

Lustful mode: 26%

Current affection lvl: 45

Envy 25% // Insanity 30%

Trust lvl: 15/100

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Increase in stats are locked until the sunlight zone ends🔒

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⚠️ Warning ⚠️ your 4:30 date with Secret admirer! Ayato draws near!

Both Your top half/nether regions are exposed

You can hear a someone trying to open the door from the other side…

But it seems as if it’s locked so you can hear frantic footsteps going to get help from a student Leader!

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Do Pay mind to the words in the brackets!

The difference in actions may help to shine your 8 sun quota faster! Also here’s a little hint look closely at Heroic new kid! Aether description.

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(A/N: Allowing admirers to please you is the same as giving them control! Depending on the admirers intentions it may consume more time than what’s previously stated or escalate the situation!)

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[S]—> Is For Safe

[R]—> Is for Risky

[D]—> Is For Dangerous

[T]—> Is for Tease

[L]—> Is for Lewd

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[S] run your fingers through his hair

[R] instruct him on how to finger you

[T] Rub your nether lips against his fingers

[D] Allow him to please you

[L] Plunge a finger in your p*ssy /make him lick it off

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Objective: Brighten up his day

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DISCLAIMER PLEASE READ!!

SINCE THIS IS NSFW 18+ CONTENT EVERYONE MUST HAVE THEIR AGE IN THEIR BIO IF YOU’RE TO REPLY/VOTE FOR THIS SCENARIO!!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI I’LL BE CHECKING! ANONS CANNOT VOTE BUT ARE ALLOWED TO MAKE COMMENTS!

UPDATE! IF SAID ANON HAS ALREADY REVEALED TO ME THEIR AGE IN MY DMS! THEY ARE ALLOWED TO VOTE ANONYMOUSLY!

IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANY AGE IN YOUR BIO YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY GET BLOCKED! FOR THE DURATION OF THIS 18+ SCENARIO.

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[house-of-kolchek]

The Darkness Hides The Truth

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Alright so because I’m currently hyperfixated on Batman, have this.

I kind of based the plot of this one on Batman Begins, but I feel like this can be read for any version of Batman though! Please be warned, there is a slight non-con moment in this fic, though it never goes too far. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

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“No.”

“Bruce-”

“No.”

You sighed, running a tired hand through your hair, messing up the well crafted messy bun look you had spent ages trying to perfect. Bruce stood opposite you, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. 

“I’ll be fine, really. I’m just there to cause enough distraction for him to talk,” you argued, and he simply shook his head. You threw a desperate glance towards Alfred, who was wisely keeping himself outside of the discussion. 

“I can make him talk.”

“Yeah, if you want half of Gotham’s finest on your ass in seconds. Both of your profiles are way too high for this,” you retorted, with more than a moderate amount of sass. Bruce shot you an unamused look. “Listen, I promise I’ll be careful. What is there to lose?”

“You.”

The man didn’t hesitate for one second, taking two large strides to capture your hand in his. “These are dangerous people, (Name). They won’t think twice about-”

He cut his sentence short, squaring his jaw and glaring hard at something over your shoulder. The frustration bubbling up into your chest suddenly fell, and you dared to squeeze his hand, drawing his attention back to you.

“I know they’re dangerous. And that’s why it’s gotta be me. If you go in there guns blazing as Batman, there will be hundreds of them on you in seconds,” you sighed, brushing the tips of your fingers against his wrist. “And Bruce Wayne showing up at some stingy bar will be way too suspicious… they won’t give up anything. I’m low profile.”

Bruce was silent for a long moment, idly watching as your hands played with his. You could see his resolve slipping, as the furrow in his brow only deepened.

“...Fine. But I’m waiting directly outside of that building, and you’re wearing an earpiece. If anything goes wrong, I’m coming in there. Hundreds or not.”

You couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at your lips, nor the flutter in your chest as his protective nature shone through. Bruce huffed as you leaned back, your hand slipping from his. 

“I’ll be careful,” you promised, turning to leave the room - you had to make yourself presentable after all. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Bruce watched your retreating figure, before digging his index finger and his thumb into his eyes. How you managed to sway him on decisions like that, he’d never know. All he knew is that there was an unfamiliar sense of unease gnawing away at him. One that wouldn’t disperse until you were back at the mansion, and out of harm's way.

Preferably wrapped in his arms.

But he was getting ahead of himself.

“Well.” Alfred cut through the silence, startling Bruce back into the present. “I do have to say, I’ve never met a woman with a will strong as that.”

“You’re telling me,” Bruce responded with a dry laugh. “Maybe too strong-willed.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Alfred hummed, facing him with a teasing stare. “She does a remarkable job at humbling you, sir.” Bruce couldn’t hide the upwards twitch of his lip. Alfred turned away with a smile of his own.

“I do hope you tell her how you feel soon, Master Wayne.”

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Forty-five minutes later, Bruce perked up at the screeching sound of an old elevator. He was fully suited - save for his cowl and gloves - and waiting for your arrival. The sole of his boot tapped anxiously against the floor, as the bottom of the elevator finally came into view. He glanced back at the computer screen, double, triple checking that everything was running smoothly, and that the comms were working properly.

“Bruce? Could you help me with this?” You called. He turned back to face you, nearly choking on his own breath.

The dress fit you perfectly, with a scooping neckline and a skirt short enough to show off your legs. It hugged all your curves perfectly, and matched the heels you wore to complete the outfit. It…

It turned him on, if he was being completely honest.

“Bruce?”

“Sorry- what?”

You chuckled at his nerves, turning slightly to show him the half-done zipper along your back. He gulped at the exposed skin, feeling his own flare up with heat. Now was not the time.

“I can’t really reach the zipper,” you hummed. “Do you mind helping me with it?”

He could only nod, and you sent him a show-stopping grin, turning around all the way. The tips of his fingers just barely brushed against your skin, as he drew the zipper up painfully slow. He thought he heard your breath hitch, but assured himself that he was only imagining things.

Until you didn’t pull away.

You leaned back into his chest, hissing as the cool armour hit your skin. Bruce’s hands found the tops of your shoulders, and he would have pulled you closer to him if it were physically possible. That same feeling of unease grew in the bottom of his stomach as he considered the events of the night.

“You’re gonna keep in contact with me the whole time. Got it?” he hummed, and you nodded, stepping away to face him again. God, you were beautiful.

“I got it. I’ll be careful,” you grinned, searching the desk for an earpiece. After you were set, you faced the man, his cowl in one hand. “C’mon, Bats. Let’s get going.”

You were going to be the death of him.

—

Bruce had parked in an alleyway a few blocks before the bar, running through his list of cautions like a mother hen. You’d listened carefully, nodding with a confident grin, before exiting the vehicle, and setting off onto the streets. He kept to the rooftops, following after you, watching with a growing snarl as you dodged grimy hands, and ignored wolf-whistles. He watched your form until you reached the bar doors, sucking in a harsh breath as you disappeared inside the building.

So much for being fearless.

He listened as you made your way through a crowd, ordering yourself a drink and greeting another patron. You made idle chit-chat with the man for a while, throwing in flirty remarks here and there. Bruce’s blood began to boil as he asked you to join him at their table, to which you agreed. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see you, or the man who was guiding you further into the bar.

He liked what the man muttered into your ear even less.

“We’ll have to see about that,” you muttered back. “Depends on how good you are at charming me.”

Bruce could practically see the slimy grin on this mystery man’s face as he continued to chat with you. He imagined the way his hand must have been resting across your leg, and the way his eyes must have been dropping further down your chest. The concrete of the rooftop could have cracked with how hard he was gripping it.

“You know where I can get some?” you asked, snapping Bruce out of his jealous haze. He lifted his hand from the concrete, shaking the ache out of his fingers. 

“Well, there’s a whole shipment coming in tomorrow night. Some good shit,” the man muttered. “Not to brag or anything… but I’ll be part of the pickup crew.” 

“No way!” you gushed, much too enthusiastic. “What will that be like?”

Bruce scoffed. 

“It’s pretty badass actually. Since I’ve got seniority, I get to tag along in the boss’ ride too,” the man continued to brag. Bruce heard a shuffle as you scooted your chair in further. He gritted his teeth, fighting the persistent urge to crash straight into the building and punch the man’s nose in.

“Impressive,” you hummed. “And who is your boss?”

“Well, who’s this lovely young lady?” a new voice chimed in, and Bruce’s blood ran cold.

—

“Get out of there!” Bruce hissed into your ear, just as Carmine Falcone sat next to you. You knew him. The most feared mob boss around. Bruce had even told you about the time, years ago, that he confronted the man. He was lucky to have gotten out with just a busted lip. 

“This is (Fake Name), boss.” Falcone turned to face the man you’d been talking to all evening, an expectant look on his face. “We were just… getting to know each other a bit,” he hummed, throwing you an uncomfortably heated stare.

It was right about then that you really wished you’d just listened to Bruce.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” you greeted him with a smile. Falcone looked you up and down for a moment, calculating something in his head. You wanted to shrink under his stare. Or to simply vanish from existence. One of the two.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he finally responded, offering you an expressionless smile before turning to face his employee.

“What are you still doing in there?!” Bruce hissed again. You fought to control your breathing, and the rapid increase in your heart rate.

“Now, I don’t mean to disturb your date here, but there’s been a bit of a complication with our meetings tomorrow,” Falcone said, his hard stare flickering over to you. “I need you at my office two hours earlier.”

He was keeping his cards close to his chest. Smart.

“You got it, boss.”

Falcone turned to you again, narrowing his eyes. You wanted to shrink again.

“Now, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you around here before,” he mused. “I wouldn’t forget a face like yours.”

“(Name),” Bruce warned, his voice sounding strained. 

“This is actually the first time I’ve been here,” you answered, letting a gentle grin tug at your lips. “I’ve heard the tequila here is quite popular.” 

“That it is,” Falcone hummed. “Would you care for some?”

“No,” Bruce growled.

“Actually boss, (Fake Name) and I were just planning on taking off for the night,'' Mr. whats-his-name said from across the table. You felt his fingers brush against your knee, and suppressed a snarl as you simply nodded, trying to match the heated glance he sent your way.

You’d never expected to be thankful for the man’s advances.

Falcone hummed in understanding, throwing whats-his-name a knowing look. He waved the two of you off, and you rose to your feet, offering the man one more warm smile. You startled as he caught your hand, forcing you to bend down closer to him.

“I look forward to seeing you again, (Fake Name),” he uttered, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand before releasing you back to whats-his-name.

“Certainly. Me as well,” you hummed back, forcing every muscle in your body to smile back. You fought to contain the shudder that shot up your spine, as your “date” threw an arm over your shoulder, brushing his fingers dangerously low across your chest. You felt your breathing pick up again, and your heart kicked into overdrive. You were in so far, and you hadn’t even gotten any details from him!

You cleared your throat.

“So… complications?” you asked, masking your voice with blissful innocence, as whats-his-name continued to lead you through the crowds. He hummed, pulling you closer to his form, and bumping his nose against your jaw. It felt so wrong - and suddenly Bruce’s face flew into your head. 

Not now.

“Yeah,” the man hummed. “I expected it, really. This batch is weird. That asylum guy - Crane I think - he’s involved with it somehow.”

Bingo.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” you mused.

The man led you out of the bar. Out of instinct, your gaze flickered up to the roofs, and you caught a shadowy figure in the corner of your eye.

Whats-his-name hummed, guiding you down the street. “Y’know, I could sneak you some tomorrow.”

“Oh really?” you hummed, a new sense of dread pooling in your stomach as he tugged you towards a dark alleyway. 

Shit. 

“I just need a little something in return first,” he purred, yanking you into the darkness, and forcing your back up against the wall. Your breath left you in a gust as his hands caged themselves around your wrists, and he pressed himself up against your front. You tried to weasel your head away, only for the man to dig his teeth into your neck. 

“That’s- I’m afraid I have to get going,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to push against him. He was stronger than you’d given him credit for. “I have a cat to feed.”

He ignored you, releasing one of your hands to reach behind him. You reared your free hand back, ready to jab him in the throat, or nose - anywhere it could hurt - but stiffened at the sudden coolness against your collarbone. 

“I hope you like blood-play,” he growled, just barely digging the tip of his knife into your skin. 

“No!” you cried. 

Suddenly, the weight was gone, and you heard a strangled cry as a dark figure hovered over the man. He cried out in pain, as the tell-tale thumping of a fist meeting a face echoed through the alleyway. You shuddered, pressing your back further into the wall and squeezing your eyes shut. 

“(Name).” You flinched at the gloved hands on your shoulders, only just realizing that the punching had stopped. You cracked your eyes open, taking in Bruce’s frown, and the desperate glint of his eyes beneath the cowl. He stepped back to pace around the alley - something you’d never seen him do before. 

“I should have never let you do that,” he growled, the modulator adding an extra husk to his voice. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You could have been killed, if I hadn’t been here right know you could’ve-“

Bruce felt that now familiar surge of rage as he thought of the situation he’d just had to remove you from. The man who’d had his hands on you. Who’d ignored your words and pushed you further. Bruce spared a glance in your direction, halting his steps immediately. 

You were staring at him with wide, watery eyes. There was a small drop of blood dripping down your collarbone, and you were trying your hardest to not shake like a leaf. You wrapped your arms around your torso, dropping your gaze from him and looking out towards the street again.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, loud enough for Bruce to notice the shake in your voice. He snapped out of whatever daze he had been caught up in, marching towards you, and kicking himself as you shrank away slightly. “I shouldn’t have pushed to do this. I’m clearly not ready.”

Bruce’s heart broke in two, and his shoulders fell from their tensed state. Reaching a gloved hand out, he cleared his throat to catch your attention again.

“Listen-” he sighed, his gaze softening as your hand slipped into his. “If anyone wasn’t ready for all this, it’s me. I’m supposed to be fearless, and I let my worry for you get in the way.”

You were silent for a moment, looking past the darkness of his mask to his pleading gaze. He held his breath, waiting for any response. 

“I didn’t realize you were so worried about me,” you muttered, absentmindedly drawing patterns into the fabric of his glove. His chest tightened, and the words spilled from his mouth before he had the chance to think. He pulled you close, leaning down to whisper into your ear. 

“Of course I was worried. That’s kind of what happens, being in love with you and all,” he breathed, causing the air to rush out of your lungs. Your grip on his hands tightened and your gaze snapped to his. You watched his brain catch up to his words, his hands dropping yours as he all but slapped his hand to his forehead. 

“I-”

“Lets get back home.” Changed the subject, clearing his throat and guiding you to the fire escape. As he boosted you up to the ladder, you couldn’t keep the small grin off your face, your chest fluttering at the small huffs and muttered curses coming from the bat behind you.

You would tell him, when the time was right.

The ride back to the batcave was unsurprisingly quiet. Bruce refused to meet your eye, or allow you to bring up the “L” word he’d just dropped. So you stayed quiet, fiddling with your fingers and the short hem of your dress. There was a heaviness in the atmosphere, as you struggled to find the words to approach the topic.

He was in love with you.

Finally, after a surprisingly short drive, Bruce pulled the tank into the cave, barely allowing the wheels to stop before he was flying out of the vehicle. With a soft chuckle, you exited the car, calling his name and rushing to meet him in front of the wide array of computer screens. 

He’d pulled off his cowl, his hair all messy and matted in places. At the call of his name, he turned to face you again, unable to hide the twisted frown as his nerves got ahead of him. It was a rare occasion to see Bruce Wayne flustered, and it sent another flurry of emotions flying through your chest.

“You know, I never got to thank you for saving my ass back there,” you started, with a certain lightness in your voice. Bruce hummed in response, never meeting your gaze for more than a few seconds. You took a step closer. “And I never got to say that I’m in love with you.”

“Wait-”

Your hands came to rest on either side of his face, as his instinctively fell to your waist. He fiddled with the fabric of your dress, a nervous chuckle escaping him at your closeness. 

“I’m in love with you, Bruce,” you repeated, offering him a warm smile. His cheeks brightened, as a crooked grin of his own grew on his face. You chuckled again at his nerves - who would’ve known that Batman himself would get flustered over the girl he loved?

“Thank fuck,” he breathed, before dipping his head down to press his lips against yours.

It was everything you’d ever imagined with him and more. The nerves that had been plaguing him just seconds before disappeared completely, as Bruce pulled you close as he physically could, one of his hands sliding up your back. You hadn’t realized that he’d removed his gloves until the rough skin of his hand brushed across upper back, sending a shiver down your spine. Your arms slipped around his neck, and you suppressed a gasp as the cold armour of his suit pressed against your exposed arms.

Bruce pulled back - just barely long enough to catch a short breath - before he was meeting your lips in another feverish kiss, gently leaning back until his back hit the edge of the desk. You stood on your toes to meet him, lightly brushing your nails along the back of his neck.

You finally broke the kiss, with a goofy smile and flushed cheeks. Bruce gazed down at you with an equally ridiculous grin, his arms winding around your waist again to keep you close. You rested your chin on his chest - smack dab in the middle of the bat symbol - as Bruce heaved a deep breath.

“It’s been a big day for you, hasn’t it?” you teased, reaching up to brush a stray chunk of hair away from his forehead. He rolled his eyes, though the slight twitch in his lips was enough to show his amusement.

“Clearly,” he shot back. “Do you know how hard it was to know that everyone else got to see you in this dress?” “I didn’t peg you as the jealous type,” you laughed, shaking your head a little bit as Bruce’s grin softened. He gazed at you with a level of affection that stole your breath away.

“In all seriousness, you did a great job tonight,” he praised, gently pulling you even closer. “Not everyone could have kept a level head around Falcone, and you still managed to get valuable information on top of that.”

“Thank you.” You blushed under his gaze, and he leaned forward, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.

“Just, please don’t ask to go back out there anytime soon,” he sighed, grinning against your skin. “My heart can’t take it.”

You chuckled once again, letting your fingers tangle into the hair at the base of his neck.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Bats.”