#vantas briar

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Adam's Ale

Vantas takes in a deep breath and counts.

It’s hard to keep track of all the numbers, it’s harder to keep still. There’s something foreign and animal in his chest, slipping its hind legs into his muscles, his claws into his nails, his fangs through his gums. He wants to run, he needs to, but he stays put. He stays put because he’s an Erin, he’s Wilhelm’s son and this shanty town of town sheets and torn apart families is relying on him. He can’t summon magik, he can’t hold a crossbow or a sword but all these gaunt faces are expecting him to return the sun to them. Crow makes a face, her hand slips over his like water over stone and for that reason alone he flinches. They don’t get along, but they understand what its like to have a purpose you didn’t ask for. So they keep each other in check, they make sure the other is always looking at the map table, at the point of Captain Sunbae’s knife dragging over rendezvous spots and lists of informants. And when the crashing waves in his head slip away from the shore, the senior members of the resistance turn to him for a decision.

But he doesn’t know how to make one.

He tugs his father’s scarf from his neck, swallows the seafoam in his throat and drifts away from himself. He cannot be a Briar here. Being a Briar is selfish, its gets people killed, it gets people thrown over balconies into the sea, without a goodbye – It leaves people behind. He’s an Erin, he has to be an Erin.

He draws closer to the table, studies it, recalls what whispers he’d traded things for, stole things for, killed things for. He makes a choice, there’s some debate, but ultimately an agreement. He wants to argue, he wants someone to argue, to tell him he’s wrong, this is madness, this is suicide, its drowning. He’s a boy, he’s just a boy, there’s still four solstices before he is a man , and even then he doesn’t think he can sail them to freedom when he is.  But no one says anything, not to him at least, not to the child choking down rapids. They murmur and refine his suggestions, his choice, moulding it like clay from the river, moulding him like clay from the river.

There’s too much spit in his mouth, too many words, too much of everything.

They dismiss him, he needs his rest; tomorrow is a big day.

The day after is a big day.

The day after is a big day.

He hopes it rains, it hopes it torrents down, hopes it floods, hopes the valley at the foot of this mountain pours a glacier over his head so he looks just as underwater as he feels. So he lets the thought go, he lets it float away over the horizon, at least some part of him can leave. Crow calls down the lane, its supper time. The animal in his body stills, not relaxed but not alert, just there. It can’t swim, this whole ordeal might sink it. Vantas hopes not – He hopes so.

Vantas takes in a deep breath and counts.

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INTRODUCTIONS AND RULES ):<B

carcinoGeneticist has started a memo on Thaumbler

CG: ALRIGHT, THE REST OF YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN TO THESE NON-STUDENTS WHAT IN THE SEVEN FORSAKEN WE ARE DOING IN HERE, AND IF ANYONE TALKS IN HERE BESIDES ME I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE THE JUNIORS FROM THIS GOD FORSAKEN DORM I'M IN. GA: Karkat, I'm Positive That It Would Be Better For Me To Explain This In The Current Situation GA: Ahem, Pardon Him, Dear Viewers. My Name Is Kanaya Maryam, But You May Know Me As Mod Maryam, While The Creator Of The Memo Is Karkat Vantas, or Mod Karkat. GA: You See, Me And Karkat, Together With Other Lucky (Or Maybe Unlucky, Depending In Their Views) Students, Are A Friend Group At Night Raven College, One Of The Most Prestigious Magical Academies In Our World, Twisted Wonderland. GA: We Collectively Decided To Introduce Ourselves By Our Names, Class, Homeland, And Dorm So You May Ask Us About Our Particular Experience In Night Raven College So Far. CG: MY FUCKING TURN, SHUT UP NOW. CG: SINCE I'VE SEEN SOME OF THE BULLSHIT THE PEOPLE IN THAUMBLR CAN PULL, I'M LAYING DOWN SOME GROUND RULES AND YOU BETTER FOLLOW THEM IF YOU DON'T WANT US TO TALK WITH THE HEADMAGE. NO SNITCHING ON MAGICAM TOO, OR I'LL PERSONALLY COME AFTER YOUR FUCKIGN THROAT.

RULE NUMBER 1: NO WEIRD SHIT. WE ARE ALL FRESHMEN, AKA WE ARE MINORS, SO ANY FUNNY BUSINESS WAY TOO DEEP IN WHATEVER STUFF AND YOU GET A BIG FUCKING BLOCK.

RULE NUMBER 2: SAY WHO YOU ARE ASKING STUFF, WE MAY BE MAGES BUT WE DON'T HAVE A MAGIC BALL OF ALL-KNOWINGNESS TO GUESS WHO YOU MEANT.

RULE NUMBER 3: IF YOU ARE OUR HAUSEWARDENS AND YOU SAW THIS BLOG NO YOU FUCKING DIDN'T (AKA VIL AND RIDDLE DNI. FUCK IT, AZUL TOO, YOU'RE ON THIN FUCKING ICE)

RULE NUMBER 4: JUST ME AND KAN POST, BECAUSE THESE OTHERS HOUSEWARDENS BOOTLICKERS ARE TOO BUSY FOR THIS APPARENTLY? SO IF WE DIDN'T GET TO YOU, WAIT, AND IF WAITING DOESN'T WORK, WAIT MORE I GUESS, WE ARE IN A SCHOOL AFTER ALL.

RULE NUMBER 5: YES YOU CAN PRY A BIT ON WHAT WE ARE DOING AND WHATNOT, BUT WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY HELL FUCKING NO IF WE WANT TO, SO... THINK BEFORE ASKING OR WHATEVER.

GA: Have You Finished Your Tantrum Filled Rant, Or Should I Wait More For The Introductions? CG: REALLY NICE WAY TO SAY SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK. GO.

GA: As You May Have Seen, There Are Quite A Bit Of Us, So I Will Try To Keep This Short. Each Of Us Wrote A Bit As To Make Mine And Karkat's Work Easier. I'm Kanaya Maryam, I'm From Class 1-A, I Come From The Land Of Scalding Sands And Am From Ignihyde, Much To My Dismay. I'M KARKAT VANTAS, I'M FROM CLASS 1-A, I'M FROM THE QUEENDOM OF ROSES AND AM FROM THE SEVEN FORSAKEN POMEFIORE. Hell0 there 0u0. I'm Aradia Megid0, I'm fr0m class 1-B, am fr0m the Briar Valley and study f0r Scarabia. hI, I'M TAVROS NITRAM. i'M IN CLASS 1-E, I WAS BORN ON, UH, THE SUNSET SAVANNAH AND AM IN OCTAVINELLE (:{ ii'm kiiliing you for thi2 KK. Ii'm 2ollux Captor, Cla22 1-C, 2haftland2 and in fuckiing 2avanaclaw. :33< *tackles you on the ground* Hii! I'm Nepeta Leijon, in class 1-D! I'm furrm Sunset Savannah and am in Purrmefiore with Karkitty! Hiii! H3H3H3! H1 K4RKL3S 4ND K4N >:] 1'M T3R3Z1 PYROP3 FROM CL4SS 1-A 4ND 4M 1N H34RTSL4BYUL. 1'M FROM TH3 SH4FTL4NDS >:] (ALT: hehehe! Hi Karkles and Kan. I'm terezi Pyrope From Class 1-A and am in heartslabyul. I'm from the shaftlands) The name is Vriska Serk8 (Serket for the NERDS!). I'm in class 1-C and am from the Shaftlands. Since I'm soooooooo cool I'm in Diasomnia ::::) D-> Oh my... My name is Equius Zahaak, and I'm from the Shaftlands, though there is STRONG evidence of my birth being from the great Briar Valley. I'm in class 1-B and in the Ignihyde dorm. HoNk. NaMe's gAmZeE MaKaRa, FrOm cLaSs 1-e. I'M FrOm tHiS MiRaClE MoThErFuCkInG PlAcE CaLlEd fLeUr cItY. i'm iN OcTaViNeLlE ToO :o) i'm named Eridan Ampora, and am a noble from the Coral Sea. I study in class 1-D and am in... the fuckin savanaclaw, irk. )(I! 38D i'm Feferi Peixes and am in class 1-D!!! my )(homeland is the Coral Sea and i'm in the Octavinelle dorm!!! 38)

GA: I Do Believe This Is Everyone, So We Are Ending The First Introductory Post. CG: IF YOU DON'T LEAVE ASKS WE ARE GONNA CURSE YOUR BLOODLINE OR WHATEVER. GA: Don't Speak On My Regard, Karkat.

-Mod Karkat and Mod Maryam

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Kees kees

Malleus Draconia X gn reader

Summary: Malleus tries on black lipstick

A/N: Do I remember what his room looks like? No, absolutely not. But he must have a place for his make up, right?

Warnings: Just a kees kees....... Maybe some of that dreaded eye contact. Uhh?? Maybe?? A bit suggestive???

Edit: reblogs are appreciated because this did not make it into the tags when I originally posted this, thank you 💙���

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It is late in the evening and you can hear the soft shh of rain outside the window, sending you to a tranquil state. You had decided earlier on that you would spend the evening with the renowned dorm leader of Diasomnia. You hadn't intended to stay in his room, yet there you are. Sitting comfortably on his bed, while Malleus Draconia tends to his vanity set.

You soon jump off his comfortable bed and make your way to him. In the vanity's mirror, you see Malleus glancing at your reflection with a small smirk before going back to his makeup collection. You peek over his shoulders to see what he has and one particular item catches your eye. A lipstick tube, beautifully engraved with briars and thorn motifs. You pluck it from the desk to take the lid off, revealing a vanta black lipstick

You gently cup one hand under Malleus chin and hold the lipstick in the other. He looks up at you, with a soft and fond gaze. His striking chartreuse eyes study your face as your brows furrow in concentration. Slowly, you paint his lips, staining them with the velvety black pigment. You're careful not to smudge or go over his lips.

How soft they look. How easily they give into the pressure exerted by the lipstick.

When you finished, you pulled back a little. It hadn't occured to you how intimately close you were to one another. Upon realising this, you try to take a step back, only to feel Malleus' hands keeping a firm grip on your hips. You wouldn't be escaping his arms anytime soon.

You lock eyes with Malleus and he continues to gaze at you. Calm yet with such fervour and longing that you'd wonder if you'd start to glow from basking in his presence. He keeps you close and your attention is soon diverted back to his lips for he had started to rub his lips lightly back and forth to even out the lipstick carefully so he didn't stain his teeth.

Entranced by the action, you cup his face once more with both hands, brushing a few stray strands of hair. Malleus lifts one of his from your waist and rests it on your wrists, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hands. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and back again. A small blush stains his fair skin and your sure the same happens to you too for you feel your cheeks heating up as well.

Malleus continues to gaze deep into your eyes. He stretched his neck to get closer to your face. And slowly... You helped closed the distance... And soon your lips met one another. Such a soft kiss you both shared. Somewhere along the kiss, you became distantly aware of his hand, reaching up to comb through your hair.

Such a warm and luscious kiss...

You both part after a few moments, your breaths mingling in the small space between the two of you. You're pretty sure he has left a lipstick stain upon your lips but it didn't matter as you went in for another kiss.

And so, you spend the rest of the evening within each others arms and affections. Committing to memory the shape of one another's lips and igniting that feeling of love all over again

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Heehoo first fic

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Notes on Calliope vs. Vantas

When we first came up with Calliope and Vantas, the fact that they were two sides to the exact same coin was completely by accident. Originally, they were going to a couple already pretty far along in their relationship, but I voted against that. I was pretty sick of the Love Saves Everyone narrative and wanted to try something at least a little more different. After that, they were going to end up as a couple half way through the campaign and I still consider their brief relationship canon. I didn't make Vantas aro/ace till about a third of the way into the story. A lot of that was coming to terms with my own identity but a good chunk of it was, admittedly, I felt like their relationship was playing into the Love Saves Everyone trope again, and no matter how I tried to subvert it, Calliope kept dragging it right back.

Now that the campaign is over, I've got a pretty unique perspective on them. I genuinely believe their relationship would have been impossible, that there was no way they were ever going to last as a romantic couple. I think this for two reasons.

Firstly, Calliope had everything handed to her prior to the campaign. Yes, she suffered immensely at the hands of her birth parents, but all of it was soothed by being adopted and doted on endlessly. The only reason she ended up as part of the party was because she was too selfish to obey the only command her parents ever gave her, all for her own safety might I add. Because of this, she had no reason to notice that her behavior was starting to mimic her abusers'. Why would she even bother to notice the pattern when she was given everything she ever wanted? She was completely allowed to resume her childhood and had free access to parental approval and affection.

Where as with Vantas, he never got any comfort at all. From four years old he was forced to make life altering choices, and at twelve he was expected to carry on a rebellion he wanted nothing to do with. He was robbed of his childhood and any kindness he would have developed with it. Had he and Calliope been a long standing couple, they would have destroyed each other. Vantas would have become so resentful and cold, whereas Calliope would have become demanding and petulant.

Secondly, Vantas being aromantic was a massive issue for Calliope. Its canon that in order to feel included and validated, she needed everyone in her social circle to either love her like family or romantically, with no grey area. Vantas did, and will always, love Calliope but he won't ever be in love with her. And that's an issue. She can't classify him as family without invalidating his feelings for her, and making the fact that they've had sex weird. And she can't classify him as romantic either because that's more than what he's experiencing.

I think this is also the reason she never bothered attending Vantas and Leon's wedding. I think the pain of seeing what she could of had would have been too much for her. And by the end of the campaign she was so resentful and bitter, I don't doubt that she would have ruined the wedding to feel validated.

According to what Calliope's creator has said about her in the afterstory, I don't think Calliope has matured at all. I think she's shoved all her harmful behaviours to the back of her mind and expects that using the Ashblood people as props in her narrative and starting a relationship with Isis has fixed her. But it hasn't at all, she's still extremely selfish and sees nothing wrong with appropriating a culture she is not welcome in.

Vantas isn't perfect by any means, but he has very much changed. I will admit I am very biased though. But he's not angry anymore, all the hate has physically caught up with him and forced him to reevaluate himself. Even if he never married Leon, that would still be the case. He knows he'll never get his childhood back or undo his mistakes, he's accepted that and is doing good for himself and the people around him. He's not going out of his way to be a saint, he's living rather quietly and peacefully. He's being gentle with himself, something I not once envisioned for him.

Vantas healed, Calliope didn't.

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He was only four years old when Evelynn was executed, ten when he had to abandon his sister at the abbey, and twelve when they made him leader of a revolution.

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Its not perfect, but its them. Calliope is never going to fully understand Vantas and Leon's aro/ace relationship, but she's never going to stop loving both of them either.

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Vantas voice test.