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iamther0t · 5 months

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Nightmares (Bernard The Elf x Fem!Reader)

Request from @zero-spacee ♥︎

(sorry if it's not the best, I'm a beginner writer and am still learning! i ended up getting this one out quicker than I anticipated ^^)

Word Count: 900+

Y/N L/N; Santa's daughter, the only human besides her father to live in the North Pole.

She couldn't say it wasn't odd, being surrounded by elves for all her life. It was most certainly not bad, per se, just a little strange, her and Santa being the only of her kind.

It wasnt particularly lonely-- She made friends with plenty of the elves, as they got along with her and enjoyed her company.

But, there was one that had caught her eye in particular; Bernard, the head elf. They started off acquaintances, Bernard asking Y/N to help out with simple little tasks every now and then, and she'd oblige.

One special Christmas, when the two were left alone, a strange mistletoe had appeared above their heads.

After that, they'd gotten closer and closer, falling in love each passing second they spent in each other's presence.

When they'd earned the title of dating, all the elves were overjoyed to hear.

Well, except for Curtis.

"Goodbye, Santa!" A group of elves called out in unison as Santa waved goodbye, the sleigh floating upward into an abyss that lead him to the real world. A large, velvet bag that carried gifts rested beside him, snugly tucked out of vision and nuzzled against his calf.

Once he left, all the elves talked amongst themselves for a little while, the jolly spirit of Christmas lingering in the air, even when the main source was gone.

Y/N smiled, glad that everything had been going smoothly so far. She'd worried about the holiday season, moreso about her dad and boyfriend overworking themselves.

She searched amongst the bustling crowd for Bernard, though he was nowhere to be found. Her heart ached; all she wanted to do was curl up in her sweet elf's arms, the crackling fire filling the soundless room.

But it seems that wouldn't be happening as of currently.

With a defeated sigh, she yawned, suddenly realizing how tired she was.

Y/N crawled into her bed, the fuzzy green and red blankets tangled into a mess. They smelled sweet, like peppermint, while the pillows smelled--and tasted-- like marshmallows. She laid her head down, eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. Tomorrow was Christmas, the best day of the year; what could go wrong?

Y/N shot up, chest heaving up and down with each swift breath that escaped her lips. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, her shirt sticking to her chest. Her heartbeat elevated as distinct, vague memories of a gut-wrenching dream flooded her mind. The room was spinning and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. It felt as if the unwanted knowledge of living throughout such a nightmare was overflowing, pouring out her mouth into a hopeless mess.

Y/N was used to having nightmares, as she used to have them all the time--nights similar to these stacking into a pile of horror, and though she was all too farmiliar with the situation, it still felt worse and worse each time.

But, no night terror she'd mustered through could compare to the one she'd awoken from just now.

Bernard had fallen off a cliff, inevitably dying.

*Her* Bernard had died.

In a panicked mess, she jumped out of bed; blankets that were wrapped around her legs securely had fallen to the floor. Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to fall.

Running out of her room, she called for Bernard with fear laced in her voice. She'd checked the bakery; nothing.

The room filled with hot chocolate and marshmallow cluttered cabinets; nothing.

Y/N choked on a quiet sob. She sniffled, for she'd checked everywhere.

Everywhere except...

She raced to the stalls, her H/C hair breezing behind her as she ran.

She halted to a stop, noticing Bernard and Curtis.

Bernard's head perked up upon hearing footsteps enter the room. Noticing it was Y/N, he smiled for a moment, until he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Y/N!-" He rushed to her, and she didn't hesitate to jump into his arms. He enveloped her in a warm hug, and the farmiliar smell of peppermint that often lingered on him comforted Y/N.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened?" He cupped Y/N's cheek with his hand, one arm still wrapped around her waist. Curtis peeked over Bernard's shoulder curiously, to which he shooed him off.

"I- h-had another nightmare...where y-" She choked on a sob. Bernard pressed a soft kiss to her temple, pulling her back into a warm hug. "Shh..you're alright, Y/N/N.."

He let her stain his clothes with tears; normally, he'd mind if it were with anyone else, but he'd always had a soft spot for Y/N.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll," He carded his fingers through Y/N's Y/H/L hair as she leaned her head on his chest.

"I l-love you.." She stifled words in between quiet sobs.

"I love you too.." He planted another kiss to her forehead. "Hey, what do you say we head back to my room with some hot coco?" The couple stood there in each other's arms comfortably, thankfully alone since Curtis had left the room, most likely going to check up on the workshop.

Y/N nodded, gazing up at Bernard. He wiped her tears, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Alright, honey.." He picked her up bridal style, somewhat catching her off guard, but once it had settled in what he was doing, she obliged happily.

(The End :D)

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x y/n #tsc #x reader #bernard the elf x reader #tsc x reader #the santa clause #the santa clauses #bernard #bernard x reader #bernard x yn #fanfic #fan fiction

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mischas · 17 days

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your most recent gifset sent me into a seth&marissa tailspin lolol. them (+kirsten) are the characters i believe were shafted the most in terms of character development (marissa moreso obviously). mischa and adam had such a natural chemistry that made seth and marissa work so well onscreen and i genuinely believe the show would’ve lasted a least a little longer had they known how to mine this dynamic. they had the same interests and they loved the same people! they even dated the same girl! there was just so much friendship potential there that got squandered away all bc js&so were too busy putting marissa through the ringer + making seth an asshole w no emotional depth.

I love Marissa/Seth with my whole heart so that makes me happy! My indie loser besties! You're right. They have the same background. They're neighbors. Their parents have a weird history/chemistry. They have the same musical tastes. They have the same favorite book. They're obsessed with the same people. They've dated the same person. They're both depressed. How the show didn't do much of anything with this beyond 102 is insane. What I love so much about 203 is how Seth's able to just exist with Marissa in silence on that bench. He's always so verbose and ridiculous (I say 75% affectionately) but at the end of 203 he and Marissa can just... exist. The two loneliest people in Newport!!!! I love that Mischa/Adam don't have romantic chemistry. I love that it's awkward. I love that you can tell Mischa loved Adam in early show press before things got weird and complicated in their group. It's the cutest thing in the world. We deserved more! *insert Mark Ruffalo we love america gif here*

I will forever mourn us not really getting emotional/melancholic Seth with just a side of clever quips. There was so much to mine with him as a character. They set it up in those first few episodes and then just... well, anyway. Shoutout to AB in 127/201/224 though.

I was just having a similar conversation with a friend the other day about how Adam/Kelly are duped by like s2 and strung along by the shit writing for the rest. And how they're such mirrors for the other in ways. Their show-best work is done in 224. It's also the end of their work having any (to me) emotional resonance. And that's a goddamn shame. Both actors also don't tow the show-line about the final year being a party and say things were lowkey Bad by s2. Adam straight up saying his effort/attitude would've been up to par if his scripts were as good as s1 is just....... crazy, lol. But I'm obsessed with his honesty. We need more of it from everyone else.

Kelly deserved SO much more, my goodness. Of all the adults. She absolutely kills her late s2 storyline only for the later Charlotte storyline to mostly benefit Melinda. Ridiculous. They get rid of Jimmy/Hailey/Caleb in the same season and Kelly no longer has anything meaningful to do. I just...... yikes. God forbid Marissa ever have an adult (or anyone) step in and give a shit about her suffering. Especially the one adult on the show that also has addiction problems. But no. Another massive shame since the first half of s1 sets Marissa/Kirsten up as generational parallels. In this essay I will

#ask #anonymous #i do enjoy the carter storyline mostly bc they had great chemistry and i wanted them to cheat lol #but it's not exactly ~good~

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blorbologist · 7 months

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Trick or treat! Could you do an Artagan or Luc & Frumpkin interaction of some sort?

Fluff, of a sort! Wrote this while playing fetch with my cat <33

He has worn and stolen many names in his time.

On this night, not in the Feywild but Wildemount, he goes by Frumpkin.

He is proud to, mind, and happy to bear the title at the exclusion of all his many. For this Caleb Widogast is a fascinating thing, his friends almost moreso, and the roads they travel fascinating, and the many forms and deaths he takes quite fun, figure. He’s never before been eaten, what an odd treat that had been!

Frumpkin (his other names? Pah, not for you!) likes this agreement. Very much so.

And this is why he waits until his person is in sound and leaden (read: quiet and deathly heavy) sleep to ooze from his arms, as cats are wont to do. On delightful soft paws he stalks around the encampment, unnoticed by their singular watch - the little green one, Nott who is not what she seems. Finding the plush nest with a head of blue hair, he goes still, watching.

And he whacks the crimson ferret nestled next to her, hard.

“They are mine,” Frumpkin seethes as it - whoever it is, it is no it - wakes. “They are mine, and mine alone, and I am and was first fey to be bound to them. Go!”

The weasel writhes, wiggles. Clearly can’t escape the grasp of the Jester, and so settles for looking at Frumpkin from upside-down, impolite even by standards of their kin.

Looks, truly looks.

Every filament of this body stands straight, arches, tenses, does all it can to get away from - from this, yet finding itself unable to move.

“Mmm, calling dibs are we?” hums the fey. His voice makes a mockery of how sound works, here - in the Feywild it would be a song and a story and a subtle thrum of Frumpkin’s heart. “That’s not nice.”

“Apologies,” says Frumpkin. “Apologies plenty, Archfey. Never did I intend-”

The weasel’s one free paw dismisses this with a wave. “Oh, hush, you. Keeping my nature concealed for everyone’s benefit. Just wanted to be along for the ride, you know?”

Frumpkin forces his fur to lie flat. Home were he and his heart would have ran out his mouth, or sprouted flowers. “An amusement?”

Dark eyes crease. Fond? Regretful? He settles into the locks of curly hair, preens at some near his muzzle. “No. A… well. It’s a lot to get into, really. But she needs me. So she’ll have me.” There are too many lights in those eyes as they flit back to the familiar. “It’s… not a game, anymore.”

He flicks an ear. “As mine will have me,” he says.

(What power is his that he holds to an Archfey? The power to soothe every nightmare, to be comfort to touch, to be eyes and whiskers for one with such feeble senses. To be something lost, found again. To play his part. As Frumpkin. For Caleb.)

The mouths of little predators are not made for smiles. They cannot be made into ones, either, not as form might fit fancy in the Feywild. Frumpkin stares into a grin of needle-teeth and blade-molars all the same.

“I like you!” declares the archfey. “Now, just keep this to yourself, alright dear?”

Frumpkin nods, tail swaying. “Of course. For them.”

“It was a pleasure.”

And then:

“Name’s Artagan,” says the weasel.

Oh. Oh.

He knows this one. No fey know a stranger’s name, unless they do not mind whose mouth it finds itself in. Easy, powerful.

“Frumpkin,” replies the cat.

He, wisely, keeps his actual names to himself.

🎃Trick or Treat! Send me an ask and you'll get a trick (angst) or treat (fluff) ficlet in return! 🎃

#critical role #campaign 2 #mighty nein #artagan #frumpkin #cr fanfic #Look the fact the party had Two fey companions for a good deal of the run. no way neither of them realized it #also I LOVE leaning into the fact Frumpkin is a fey familiar so fuckin much. yes hes a cat. hes also Not Calebs Frumpkin. and yet! and yet!

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trainerbob23 · 6 months

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got any favorite ships? if not much of a shipping person i'd be really interested in knowing what other kinds of relationships and dynamics you're really into ^_^

Well, my favorite Kirby ships/friendships can go as follows

(Please note that I do not support proshipping and this is not a complete list of friendships and if you want to know more about who's friends .)

Kirby ships I like

Metadedede:

It shouldn't come as a surprise because I like both dedede's and Meta Knights dynamic and seeing the art based around the both of them makes me extremely happy,

Kirbfluff (platonic):

like oh my god, I seriously love the idea of fluff coming to dreamland and having such a good time with kirby and both of them seeing new heights like never before, it's such a crime that prince fluff only appeared in one game and that's it.

magoranza:

ok so this was introduced me to a good friend of mine back around 2022 on discord before I became completely active on the site, but seriously this idea is amazing to be honest of Magolor and taranza being together and just seeing the both of them feel so happy after the both taranza and Magolor had gone though (even sometimes it means little slip ups from here and there)

OC x canon:

alright let's get the elephant out of the room here. I love OC x canon and idc what anyone's tells me about it. Yeah it may be cringe, but I think that if you hc your original character is in love a pre existing character is good and it can even be a good idea for those who are starting out with shipping other characters and see where you can go from there.

Metasusie:

Ok it's a moreso of a ship I like to look at perspective and say "I think it's a cute ship". And i know it's a controversial ship, but I personally think that metasusie can be put into perspective how meta knight's and Susie's relationship have changed since the events of the original game, but many people have misinterpreted Susie as more malicious than she actually is and taken things like torture fics to be canon when there's really not that much info to go off of.

Friendships

The main four:

I really love the main four's (Kirby, bandee, King dedede and meta knight) dynamic so so much like it can be considered a found family if you will and I'm so grateful that the new Kirby games showoff this dynamic very well.

The animal friends: I'm surprised how the animal friends have not been in much Kirby games recently other than star ailies, to be frank the idea of them having a great time with Kirby and with them being different pets, Kirby like to play with them a whole lot

Gooey: gooey treats Kirby as a big brother in my hc and also who likes to think about a whole lot about popstar and the entire world around him as well.

Magolor: Magolor is extremely greatful to have Kirby as a best friend After what had happened thoughout the events of rtdl deluxe, He didn't want to ask for forgiveness at first, but he felt extremely guilty for what happened So he proves to Kirby that he can succeed and even change as a person. (even if Kirby has forgave Magolor)

Bandee: he is kirby's bestest of friends and would do anything for Kirby. After the events of super star ultra he would officially become Kirby's best friends and their relationship is so so important to me because both bandee and Kirby often are seen playing with each other or drinking apple juice or he is seen even humming the song to himself.

Marx: he may be a jester but he is good at tricks, in the manga where Marx and Kirby are friends (sorry can't remember the name) he felt extremely sad over the fact that Kirby didn't remember the playdate and even more they were/ still are best friends (well in my hc) (https://www.tumblr.com/kirby-manga-translated/725558045121363968/kirby-manpuku-pupupu-fantasy-volume-7-chapter)

Dark meta knight: I'd like to think after the events of amazing mirror and star aillies, he comes down to popstar more often to either draw with Adeline and to even improve as a person, even if it means being slightly annoyed at meta knight

Meta Knight: I personally think he is mostly Kirby's friend as well, and seeing how this was the first ever Kirby character I liked when I first played as him in smash bros. Him being shy when his mask breaks and in the anime I was inspired to make a fan-made episode script based around him losing his mask (which you guys should read by the way, https://www.tumblr.com/trainerbob23/689281680493723648/hey-everyone-i-just-wrote-a-kirby-right-back-at) this guy was the reason I even got it to this fan base in the first place and I'm really glad that happened

King dedede: originally rivals, but turned to friends and even great allies. I seriously don't know why the anime turned him into such a douchebag when in the games he has definitely changed for the better and I'm so proud of dedede for proving to himself that he can change as a person in his own character arc

I know this is not complete list of characters and that is fine. It will have taken me ages to do so. So if you guys want a complete list of all the Kirby characters. Let me know. I have so much to say about them

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sequestered-song-skirmish · 9 months

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Round 3 Poll 13

Use My Fkn Pronouns：　「I first met Allegra on the bus in 8th grade. I thought they were cool, but I didn't approach them for a couple months because I couldn't figure out if they were a boy or a girl. When I finally did talk to them, they told me they were nonbinary and explained what that meant. They asked me why knowing their gender was so important to me that I was afraid to talk to them, and that question spurred a series of epiphanies that lead me to who I am today.

The conversation moved on. We giggled about how mad their mom was that an *allergy medication* of all things used the same name just a couple years after she had her baby. They told me that they were a guitarist and that someday they were gonna be a rockstar. I said that when it happens, people will finally think of the musician first and not the medication, and we cheered.

Being openly gay and trans in a red state is fucking daunting now, but it was even moreso a decade ago. Allegra was *the* out queer kid in our class. Having the grit to withstand that kind of social abuse while remaining a goofy and deeply kind person speaks to their character. They used their music to carve out a precedent for the classes below us: showing them a queer person can be out and well-liked and successful while still having personal boundaries. Even here.

Next month they'll be onstage performing at the biggest music festival in the state. The song I submitted is the flagship single from their second album. It's about how tiring it gets to have to ask for simple respect all day every day. It's at about 3,600 some streams on spotify now, which puts it above the stream limit. (I submitted Windmill, a personal favorite of mine off the same album, as a backup.)

I think Use My Fkn Pronouns should be included in this bracket because it represents my friend standing on a stage and singing out to thousands of people, in the face of a government that is actively trying to erase them, that their life and experiences have value. They're gonna stand up there and BE the role model we needed when we were kids, and they're gonna fucking rock while they do it.

Even if it doesn't win, I want everyone to know that I am so, so proud to be their friend.」

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Fang into Vein：　「okay listen.

Not only is this a chilling and beautiful song about vampires (the way he sings "it means nothing to me" the first time?! HOLY SHIT) it also is by someone so fantastic I don't have words for it.

So he is a Trans Elder TM, he is iconic for many reasons but most of all because he transitioned publicly in his mid 40s after having an established career and EXPLAINED THAT HE IS A CHANGELING, that a faerie had lived his life for him under a glamour while he the real boy had been kept in faerieland! It's the best metaphor of all time and he has stuck to it for 15 years no matter how much it baffles cis people. Also he is kind and thoughtful and if he were a spiritual leader I would follow him. Might be too popular for this bracket but this song only has 1.7k plays on youtube (I can't check spotify because I don't have a computer)... so, thank you for your consideration!」

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#good luck on this one everyone #poll #allegra hernandez #alexander james adams #underground music #lgbtq #Youtube

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fuutaprotectionsquad · 4 months

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Yknow I feel like I should have a main post where I share my Milgram opinions/verdicts (thought of this bc i was writing my sister's opinion on the milgram characters). So I'll go character by character.

Will anyone read this? I don't know but its here

Haruka: I relate to him a bit (shitty mother, intrusive homicidal thoughts, neurodivergence). I def feel bad for him but hes still really guilty in my mind. I just think the whole killing for attention thing is a really dangerous mindset you can't just get out of, especially if you're being told you're not in the wrong. And it definitely seems like he doesn't actually feel bad for the girl he killed, just feels bad because people are mad at him for it. Idk. But I enjoy his dynamic with Muu a lot, even tho its toxic i just think its really interesting. But I wish him the best and he deserves a hug. His songs are mid tho (/hj i like them)

Yuno: I love her personality and I think shes so fun, but I honestly don't think about her a lot compared to the others. But I love her and specifically enjoy her dynamics with (obv mostly in fan content) Kazui, Mahiru and Fuuta. Her and Fuuta are such a good platonic ship (romantic is fun too). Innocent vote, obv. I like her songs, but Tear Drop moreso than Umbilical.

Fuuta: Oh my god I wonder what I think of him. In all seriousness he's a major hyperfixation of mine at like every given moment. I adore him and i think he deserves better and to be innocent. Like he feels so guilty for what he did and he didn't know any better, everyone around him was encouraging his behavior and praising him for it. But then it got too far and all his friends abandoned him and blamed him like. Poor fuuta :( and he's like 100% right when he says him and es are exactly the same. On another note, major fan of 0309 (romantically, but either way works), and also love his dynamic with Haruka, Yuno, Mahiru, Amane and Es. His songs are both in my top three (backdraft being #1)

Muu: Tied for my fav character(? Fuuta might beat her idk) I love her personality and vibe and everything just ❤️❤️ queen shit. And her queen bee design is gorgeous. Typically my favs are men but shes one of the first women ive hyperfixated on this much. Again, love her dynamic with Haruka, not from a like. healthy relationships could make the characters better standpoint, but from a story perspective its interesting. But yeah guilty. As for her songs, INMF is my #2 and i like After Pain

Shidou: Honestly I used to be kinda indifferent about him and just found him to be boring but then I rewatched his voice dramas and read some fics and I like him more now. I feel really bad for him bc he went through a really shitty situation which he felt he had the power to change and was stuck in a shitty moral dilemma bc of it. And in the end he did shitty things to save those he loved and it didn't even matter. He feels so guilty and doesn't deserve it. Innocent <3. Also romantic 0507 ftw (0506 is cool too). Him and Amane are silly too. As for his songs i like them, but they're not my fav

Mahiru: i like her, but im not too like. invested in her ig. But i feel bad for her :( she just wants to feel love and like. clearly she did something wrong but she didn't know she was. She never intended to hurt anyone. So innocent. Unless we find out she like. did something really fucking bad then maybe guilty. But in I Love You it implies it was a mutual toxicity so it probably wasn't something super terrible? But anyway. I love her with like all the characters cuz shes just so fun to see interact w others, but specifically with Yuno, Fuuta, Shidou, Amane and Mikoto.

Kazui: Hes so fun i love him. Like all he wants is to be honest and be himself but he feels pressured to lie and then finally he tells the truth and his wife fucking kills herself like- jeez- poor guy. Like following the gay theory, i get why she mightve done it (imagine being told the romance you built your entire life around for like 20 years was all a lie, and that your husband never actually loved you and just pretended to and every time you kissed or something he was just pretending like. that sucks poor hinako) but its so awful that he had to go thru that. But anyway innocent, kazui come out we accept you. And stan 0507. Song wise cat is easily #4 but. half is ok ig

Amane: Yknow i love amane but I also hate her and i think part of that might be the fandom? idk. I feel sorry for her bc she grew up in such a shitty situation but also i think shes beyond the point where we can uninstill those ideologies. Like shes 12, not 5. And amane says it herself that she has as much of a free will as everyone else and that her decision to kill/stay in this environment should be valued. Not that i think she should remain in this abusive situation, but she's not just some innocent kid whose being manipulated, she knows what she's doing. Hence, guilty. I don't think either vote will change her or anything so im voting with my honest opinion. As for dynamics, i love seeing her interact with all the other prisoners, but especially Shidou and Fuuta.

Mikoto: I love mikoto a lot but im so on the fence about his verdict. Ive been voting him innocent but theres still a part of me thats like. debating it. Bc he shouldn't have to be punished for John's actions, and it sucks that that's the situation hes in, but its that or more murders are left to occur. The main reason i say innocent is under the idea that John could go dormant or just stop fronting as much if we reduce mikoto's stress (like he says will happen i think). But hes so complex and fun i love mikoto. Specifically i love romantic 0309 but also his dynamic w the smoking group and mahiru. Also i love his songs.

Kotoko: I love her but also fuck her for hurting fuuta (and mahiru too but mainly fuuta). She annoys me bc she was so quick to almost murder several people based on a preliminary verdict that was made using little information. Like she knew this wasn't a concrete verdict, but attacked them anyway. I get her ideology of "kill people who evade justice to protect the weak" but only when they've actually done bad things (ie. the guy kidnapping the little girl). But when she doesn't know what they did and knows the person accusing them doesn't either???? Like bruh. But i like her character shes fun. I like seeing how she interacts with es and everyone she attacked. And songs, harrow is okay and i really like deep cover.

Whew im done.

#this has been in my drafts for a hot bit so im posting it #milgram #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha

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bonefall · 1 year

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can you talk more about a warrior cats conlang? I know you said you weren't gonna do one for the rewrite but I love conlangs so I'd love to see your ideas for one since I'm planning to make a warrior cats conlang soon as well

Sure! Just get me started on some specific concept or aspect. I have a lot of little ideas but no 'central' way that I unite them all

I'm gonna share my little self-indulgent headcanon about this, though. I made a bit of an OC out of the blog title (since I picked it at random), his name is actually Bonefall and he helps translate Clan stories into human language. His human partner, Dr. Hunter, is an anthropologist investigating clan society.

What should I call the conlang? Clannish? Clanmew? clanyru like cymru

Oh! I'll start with pronouns!

Pronouns, Inclusion, and Patrols

Pronouns in clan language are NOT gendered; others are referred to in varying levels of closeness or threat. Clan language has special modifiers for different types of 'we' that rest on a singular pronoun.

(Clanmate) He patrolled = "Urr pabpab" (Other Clan) He patrolled = "Rarr pabpab" (Clanmate) We patrolled = "Urri pabpab" (Clanmate) They patrolled (without me) = "Urrk pabpab" (Clanmate) You patrolled (without me) = "Urrsk pabpab"

There is no self-referential pronoun. There is no 'I/me/myself' in Clannish-- only "Mine," added as a possessive modifier at the end of a person, place, or thing. Cats in general have a very self-centered language; when you aren't using a pronoun, by default, you are stating something about yourself.

I patrolled = "pabpab" I patrolled my territory = "pabpab upanna wraah" Clanmate patrolled my territory = "urr pabpab upanna wraah"

They're my Clanmate = "Urr wraah" My clanmate patrolled = "Urr wraah pabpab"

Lionblaze: "Well who's going to go on patrol?" Hollyleaf: "YOU will, mousebrain!"

Translation:

Lionblaze: "Pff, yarr ya pabpa?" (lit: Well, who will patrolling?) Hollyleaf: "Weeswoo!" (You-mousebrain)

Threat Level/Pronoun List

This doesn't necessarily mean 'danger,' so much as the level of caution you would approach the given thing with. It's a sign of submission, even cowardice, to use dangerous pronouns for non-threatening things.

Format: (Their/You)

Wi/Wees The softest, weakest possible way to refer to a person... used exclusively for babies, and prey. "Mousebrain" is either Wiwoo (them-mousemind) or Weeswoo (you-mousemind).

Nya/Nyams This is family and closeness, moreso than a Clanmate or a trusted ally. If Hollyleaf hadn't been playful earlier, she would have simply responded "nyams."

Pyrr/Pyrrs For apprentices, medicine cats, elders, exhausted warriors, and other non-combatants, but also for friends. It's a neutral-weak pronoun-- it can be sympathetic or patronizing in the wrong situation, but at most it would be over-familiar if used incorrectly. This is also used on useful objects, like nests, herbs, Jayfeather's stick, etc.

Urr/Urrs A capable clanmate, carries an implication that they are able to hunt or fight at the described moment. The term carries endearment-- the old RiverClan river was referred to with Urrs, for respect. Strong, worthy prey is in this category (RiverClan refers to a lot of big fish with urrs)

Rarr/Rarrs Now we're in the 'outsider' category. These are not used on clanmates without insult. Used for things that require extra caution, or aren't trusted. A lot of twoleg things like fences and bridges are 'rarr'. The cats who live in the barn and other loners are 'rarr'. Warriors in other clans are 'rarr.'

Mwrr/Mwrrs Something dishonorable, that lives without code. Rogues are tossed into this category before proven otherwise, same with snakes, foxes, badgers, and dogs.

Ssar/Ssas Something powerful and dangerous. Storms, floods, cars. Overwhelming and unpredictable-- can be a high compliment to the respected warrior of other clans, implies the same sort of respect you would give to a natural disaster, but if used too much it could show cowardice.

#Also just... for the record I'm horrifically monolingual #Never been able to commit to learning anything as massive as a language because Haha Untreated Neurodivergence #But I did dabble in a couple just as a hobby and I'm trying to make a commitment to learning Welsh #Clannish #Clanmew #If you cant tell I also really like Lapine from Watership Down #I used to cling to Bits and Bobstones and I still think it's super goddamn cool #Frithaes! lmao #Idk what I'll end up tagging these as #Warrior cats conlang #I should probably start compiling the vocab that I come up with #Clan Culture

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dyrewrites · 3 months

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Before Deluca -- Danse en Rouge pt5

We had remained unstained through our first two encounters, relying primarily on our teeth, but it took one and one alone to fill us. So the next I devoured was necessary only to wash out that gluttonous blood—and I should have taken another.

They were behind one of those horrid doors. Three cherubs adorned it, crouched over a bird with vicious grins in their sweet faces.

That door filled Lucient’s mind with memories of chains, burning flesh, gaping wounds and goblets overflowing with his life. Laughing women held him, purred in his ears and cooed of all the pieces they would take and take and take. Stronger as he became after his death, teeth long and sharp, skin cold and thick, harder to split; the women still did not fear him. They took more, and more, flaying skin from muscle and delighting as his wounds closed. Moreso in how much warmer he burned after an angry bite of their flesh, a bite they begged for again and again—forced it with strange words and throaty chants—even as they tore into him with sharp knives and sharper smiles.

Yet, much to my confused elation, while violent and horrid all...none of what they did was sexual. It was, perhaps, wrong of me to take comfort in that.

I went into the room first, certain to hold him behind me, and found all three on the large bed, entirely naked—which created more confusion. They held daggers; blades and skin covered in red. All three were identical in every way I could see and all three set fiery eyes on me as I entered. And the scent of that room, of them, it sang familiar...sparking with the same mesmerizing stench as the Sea Witch. But there would be no time to ask of it, as they addressed me.

“Wrong room, oaf,” The one sitting in the center of their half circle growled, eyes shining through her bat mask.

Beside her sat one in a mouse mask, tilting her head left and right, studying me as she spoke, “You are too big to play with us.”

The last wore a rat mask, and only giggled into her blood-soaked hands.

Hearts were painted on their cheeks, clear even through the messes they’d made of them, and by then I’d figured what those meant. They marked Lucient’s clients, and it dawned on me that if it were an annual affair and they all attended…

Yes, treasure, he confirmed my mulling, I tended to the desires of all of them, throughout the weekend this party lasts, every year.

I, I don’t, and I really didn’t, understand, that is. I never did finish the thought, however, as he hugged me from behind.

Don’t try, he asked, nuzzling his head into my back, please.

But these women, the horrors in your mind, screaming even now into mine, I held his hands, keeping them tight around me, that is nothing like the others, I don’t understand why—

They aren’t human, they’re witches, he explained, but only just, as too quiet in my mind his voice pleaded, and please, treasure, don’t search in those memories. There are no answers you want. Just get the bat, she’s the real threat, I’ll take the others and you must carve out their hearts after you drain them...or they will return.

Before I could ask, could question the chill in his tone, he had the mouse in his teeth and her dagger at the rat’s throat.

“Kitty,” the bat tittered, without a hint of emotion for what I imagined were her sisters, “you came back. Are you here to sing for us again?” I had her then, moving far quicker than I expected to—we had not run through the halls, I didn’t know my own speed—and took her dagger as she twisted it at me. “And you brought a friend,” she sneered.

Lucient dropped the mouse, limp and spasming as she was, but kept her dagger on the rat, “Partner, dear.” The rat swiped with her dagger and Lucient smiled at her, that sharp mesmerizing smile I hadn’t seen all night, “Now, now, precious, you know better than that.” He twisted the dagger out of her hand, and still she kept silent, “It’s not even silver, what were you hoping to accomplish?”

“Kitty’s in a mood,” the bat cooed, wriggling with my hands on her wrists, “We do so love when Kitty gets mad. You going to hurt us, Kitty, bite us and drink us dry? We ache for your teeth.”

He laughed, chill, humorless as he spoke to me, “Do you hear that, treasure? They want to be bled. Isn’t it delicious?”

While no genuine emotion came through in his voice, his mind popped and jittered with chaotic rage; red, red, red, all of them, redder than they were already, gasping and screaming under his teeth and nails.

I had no time to address it, however, as the bat gaped at me, her brown eyes tinted orange by the light of the room, “You’re a dead thing too?” She elicited another cold, mirthless laugh from Lucient before she begged, “Then bite me, dead thing. Drink me, empty me of all this hot, wretched life. I want to see it smeared thick and red all over you.”

I stared at her, then at Lucient, and my confusion burst a bit more aggressively than intended, “Chi è questa puttana pazza?”

“The crazy bitch is dessert, treasure,” Lucient repeated my aggression through that cold smile and, shaking his head at another attempt of the rat’s to swipe at him, he took her by the hair and bit into her throat. She swooned in that bite, but it didn’t last, and the glint in his eyes when he stopped, when he eyed the dagger, smiled at it…

I would like to take a moment to say that I was filled with many emotions at that moment, terribly conflicting emotions, so when I tell you that his murderous grin excited me...I just want you to have proper context.

But it did excite, as did her gurgling cries as Lucient set to carving her heart out.

The bat giggled, hysterically she giggled, eyes and lips pulled far too wide at the sight of her sister’s demise. But her giggles snapped to gasps as I gave her the gift she begged for.

“Yes,” she swooned beneath my teeth, “oh, and hot you are, dead thing...so hot that bite...burning, burning all inside me. More, yes, take more! Take it all!”

Her blood screamed. Brutal and ravenous, thick as syrup without a hint of sweetness but still it sparked as the sea witch’s sparked—a taste I would forever associate with magic. But it was sour fruit on my tongue, burning acid down my throat, and she moaned louder the more I drank it, all but screaming her lust for the agony of my teeth—the death they promised. Were it not for my hands on her wrist, I am certain she’d have held me through it, pulled me closer—as the sea witch had.

It swelled in me, her blood, with fresh desires no less monstrous than the last. I wanted to hurt, to cut, to watch something living suffer and bleed. Not for sustenance, not for a primal need, but for pleasure. It wasn’t difficult to take the dagger to her after, to stab and slice and dig.

Yet I caught myself, with her heart in my hand—pumping still, however slight—and I gaped at Lucient, “My dream...I—I’m not sure this blood is any better than that fottuta pantera.”

With a giddy, blood-soaked grin, he presented the heart he’d cut and it occurred to me then that, perhaps, we should have been more careful about who we ate.

I cut the mouse’s heart out next, fighting bubbling giggles as I sawed through muscles and snapped her ribs to get at it...with Lucient leaning on my back, not fighting the glee that spilled from his lips.

We each took a dagger with us when we left the room, soaked in all the thick red life those witches sprayed. Our eyes and ears kept alert for any notice of their screams—pleasurable as they were—but none hunted, none chased. We had again gone unnoticed, and I didn’t have time to wonder before Lucient answered it.

Spelled, all the pretty rooms are spelled, even his thoughts were drenched in giggling glee.

And giggling together we went for the others on Lucient’s list. Ones we took less care to remain subtle with, playing with the shiny daggers we’d stolen until their gurgling whimpers grew too sweet not to bite them away. It became far too easy to see pulsing life as a meal instead of a person and, thanks to influence of those murderous witches, I delighted in far more than the blood on my tongue.

I wanted to bathe in it. I cut, I tore, I rent limbs from sockets and heads from necks, with Lucient praising me all the while—his blood just as tainted.

We ran full speed through the halls, a blur to all but others like us—and none of them seemed to know, or care, what we were doing. Reveling in the freedom of that bubbling glee as a salve to the torturous memories each new target inflicted, we drained no others after the sisters—a bite only, Lucient insisted, to make it clear that something with fangs had done the deed.

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novel #before deluca #vampires #tw: blood #so much blood #our monsters are broken #danse en rouge #chapter 7

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Happy Y/N Day!

synopsis; in which it’s your birthday and you can cry if you want too. OR you have a shit day and want to wallow in your self misery but the boys have other plans and — oh, this is awkward — we already invited everyone over for a surprise party and you definitely don’t seem like you’re in the mood for one but….surprise?

pairing; OT7 x birthday girl!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, suggestive themes, birthday au

warnings; cursing, angst in the form of tears and terrible bosses, fluffy fluff from all the boys in their own respective ways cause they hate seeing you so sad and miserable, inappropriate birthday cakes cause that’s your type of humor (or rather it’s mine lmao), implied sexy time that y’all dirty minded people will come up with on your own I’m sure ~

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,926

a/n; it’s my birthday today was my birthday on the 15th and you best believe I’m going to self indulge and base a fic around all seven of these lovely souls and me (and you if you squint and imagine hard enough 😉) lmao but yeah like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback (and birthday wishes hint hint 🥳) is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.

networks; @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

Today is your birthday.

And it was shaping up to be a terrible, horrible, no good day. Your hair is a rats nest from the biting wind and relentless rain, your clothes are soaked through to the point of your off white shirt being see through, and your makeup is beyond being able to be fixed so now you look like you’re back in your high school scene years of looking like a trash panda(no h8, m8).

Good thing you have seven soulmates in your life to lift your spirits, cause you were going to need it in all aspects of the word — moreso around the liquor portion though and not so much ghosts and ghouls, no matter how much you love horror movies.

Your only wish this year? Your only request for the boys? No surprise party.

So, imagine to your not so surprise when you open your shared apartment door to a decent cluster of people shouting—

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your lip is trembling, and you bite your lip to the point of nearly breaking skin. Your eyes begin watering, pooling at your inner creases and making their way to blur out what little vision you had left that wasn’t already obscured from your wet clumps of hair framing your face. You wrap your arms around your chest in hopes of covering up the majority of your black, lacy, bra from the multiple sets of eyes of family members and friends alike.

You just want to scream, to cry.

So, you do.

It’s your fucking birthday and you’ll cry if you want too.

Your mom’s face is worried, and she immediately goes to embrace your shivering form in a hug only mother’s can give. It just makes you sob harder.

Your step father awkwardly chuckles and tells everyone to just go along with what they were doing prior to your arrival, and at the same time waves at the boys to make their way over. Your mom directs you all out of prying eyes and into the kitchen connected to the living room, thankfully there’s a door to provide some privacy.

As soon as your mom lets you go with murmurs of entertaining the guests for a bit, another pair of arms scoops you up into a tight hug, rocking you two back and forth as they continually kiss the top of your hair. Voices around you are asking if you’re okay or if you need anything. You’re too distraught to reply, choosing to just delve deeper into the chest of your current solace instead.

They smell like strawberries, like your shampoo, and you’re able to conclude whose arms you’re in. There’s only one person who always indulges themselves in your shower products, claiming that women’s products are far more superior than mens – Taehyung.

His deep, baritone voice can be felt and heard within the depths of his chest as he speaks, your ear pressed firmly against it. His hand, along with others you notice, are either touching you, caressing you, or rubbing you in solidarity.

“What happened, y/n?”

You let out a broken whimper. You then hear the cork of a wine bottle being pulled out and someone pouring a glass. A mug that has a picture of Bam on it is thrust in front of your face as soon as you pull away from Taehyung’s hug. Following the hand to the face of your liquor fairy, you find Min Yoongi.

He’s scratching the side of his face as he waits for you to take it, there’s a worry line forming between his brows as he frowns at your distressed state. He hates seeing you this way.

“Sorry, it’s the first cup I could find. Figured it wouldn’t matter anyways.”

“I think it’s better than a boring wine glass.”

Jungkook chimes in from close by, and you see him leaning against the counter next to you. Just like Yoongi, even though he’s cracking jokes, his expression is also one of worry. When you lock eyes with Jungkook, he’s able to give you his signature bunny toothed smile, albeit small, and it’s enough to make you crack a small smile of your own.

Taking the mug into your hands, you shift so your back is now leaning against Taehyung’s, his hands wrap themselves loosely around your waist, as he rests his chin lightly on your shoulder. Each breath he takes, you can feel the warmth from his nose tickle your neck. The sensation brings goosebumps to your skin.

Namjoon notices you shiver and thinks you’re cold from being wet. He shrugs off his cardigan and steps around Jungkook to maneuver it around your shoulders, securing it around your front that he does his best to not look at, considering the situation.

“Was your boss being a grade A asshole again?”

Jimin’s head pokes itself from behind Namjoon’s broad shoulders, as he uses the kitchen island to gain enough leverage to heave himself over the tall giant to see you. Jin waves a hand in the air with anger, brows furrowing.

“Aiiiiish! You should quit that job, y/n! They don’t deserve you from the way they constantly treat you over there!”

“Seriously. You know we’ll help support you until you can find another job. We hate seeing you come home so exhausted and defeated all the time.”

Hoseok’s normal cheery voice is long gone, he leans sideways against the kitchen island next to Jimin and nods at you with a grimace.

“Maybe you’re right.”

They collectively let out a sigh of relief that has you giving them a ‘really?’ look as you chug the wine down, leaving the mug empty. This time, Jungkook takes over for Yoongi to refill your mug. His tattooed covered hand is back within your sight in seconds. When you take it, he gently pushes the hair that’s been partially shielding your face this entire time behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his hand – it’s warm, it’s soothing. He gives a genuine smile at your reaction to his touch.

Taehyung’s grip on your waist tightens considerably. You look at him, but his eyes are surveying those around you with a look of regret.

“We’re sorry we didn’t listen to you when you said you didn’t want a surprise party, y/n.”

Namjoon clears his throat and gains your attention next. He seems just as guilty, as do the rest of the boys you realize. As much as you didn’t want one, it was true, you would endure a thousand more surprise parties if it meant that they still genuinely enjoyed throwing them for you. You — the horror loving, short, should be wearing glasses all the time but you only wear them half the time, hard working, dirty and dark sense of humor spewing, and even when you have your sourpuss moments still somehow radiate the sun out of your ass cause you have a mama bear instinct for those around you — you.

The one they cherish, adore, pretend to hate but actually love when you steal and wear their clothes even when all they do is drown you, and most importantly who they love.

You go to open your mouth and reassure them that it’s okay, they don’t need to feel bad for just wanting to make you feel more special than you already do on a daily basis by them, but a knock on the door that connects the two rooms quiets the room.

Your adorable mom pokes her head in with a hesitant smile.

“Just wanted to let you know that you have the house to yourselves, your father and I told them you weren’t feeling well and that we would postpone for another day. They all were very polite and wished you well. You have a good group of people in your life, dear.”

An authentic smile appears on your face for the first time that day, and you can’t help but agree.

“I do. Friends and family.”

You pat Taehyung’s hands that have moved to lay on your stomach and he unfurls himself from you so you can stand on your own. You give him a peck on the cheek that has his boxy grin on full display, a light hue to his cheeks accompanies it. You do the same for each of the male’s in front of you that share the same reaction.

“Your father and I are going to head out as well and let you young folk enjoy the rest of the night to the fullest.” You don’t miss the wink she sends your way before promptly closing the door and leaving.

You’re mortified at your mother’s words, more than well aware that you’ve yet to take that next step with them, and she knows it. You groan in embarrassment, until a multitude of hands gently push against your back to lead you out of the kitchen and back into the living room that’s still fully decked out in ribbons, frills, balloons, confetti, and much more. A long table houses a wide variety of your favorite foods and desserts, along with a separate table that’s meant for all your gifts both big and small.

Once again, your lip trembles, and eyes pool with water that streams down your cheeks like rivers. When the boys hear a sniffle, they go into full out panic mode. Jungkook is closest, his hands are on your shoulders in seconds as he hunches over to be face to face with yours. His expression that was once one of concern, changes to confusion when he sees a wide smile adorning your face instead.

The other male’s around the room are busy attempting to take down the decor, believing it’s what’s causing you to be upset. Your smile turns into a frown. Jungkook speaks his mind.

“Y/N? Baby? You okay? Is this all too much? Do you want to just watch movies or go lay down in bed? I just did laundry, so I can get you a new set of clothes real quick?”

He’s talking a mile a minute, and it’s hard for your clouded mind to register all he’s said at first. Once you do, does your smile he loves return in full force. You curl a hand around his neck to give him a quick, yet meaningful kiss on his parted lips that were about to word vomit even more. You linger enough to feel the pressure of his own lips return the kiss, then you pull away.

“I’m good, koo. Great, actually. And a fresh set of clothes sounds really good right now.”

He smacks his lips, subconsciously poking his lip ring with his tongue before he’s nodding at your reply, giving you another chaste forehead kiss before he’s letting you go to more than likely go and fetch said clothes for your drenched figure.

While he’s gone, you cup your hands around your mouth before giving a mildly loud shout in order to gain the attention of the rest of your lovers.

“Guys! It’s okay! You can leave the decor up!”

They all pause in their movements. Jimin is holding a long string of streamers in his arms that he’s continuously trying to keep in his arms, the material piling up easily in minutes due to Namjoon’s natural towering height and fast hands. Jin is both nibbling on the food and packing it up at the same time, one morsel of food is hovering in front of his lips that are wide open to inhale it. Taehyung and Hobi are piling up presents in their arms that they were going to transport into your shared room so you could open them up within the comfort of your bed. Yoongi is—

The lights are dimmed, casting the room into a blanket of near darkness. You turn your head towards the direction of the faint glow of light that casts a multitude of shadows around the room as he walks towards you slowly. The candles all look like they’ve been haphazardly thrown on as if it was a last minute decision to go through with the birthday tradition. Along with the glow of the candles, your heart matches it in light and warmth. Jungkook trails behind the cake holding rapper with a stack of warm clothes, his voice is soft and melodic as he sings ‘happy birthday’. The boys surround you from behind, their voices harmonizing perfectly together.

Placing both of your hands over your heart, you curse inwardly at the tears that are once again threatening to pool over as you quietly suck in a breath and release it. When they get closer, and you’re able to see the cake more clearly, do you let out a full and bellowing laugh. One that has you bent over and now holding your sides at the lewd picture that’s placed on top.

The picture is of all seven of them, their faces are on the bodies of men that are definitely not them – and once you regain your bearings long enough to close your eyes and make a wish (to be with them forever ofc), you proceed to attempt to blow the candles out in one gust. However, you fail to do so and through little fits of remaining laughter do you eventually extinguish them all.

The lights return to their normal, bright setting and now you can see the picture very clearly. The faces are theirs, yes. But the bodies are those of what you believe to be male bdsm strippers set up in various seductive and suggestive poses. You told them you never saw the appeal of receiving strippers for celebrations last week, so they must’ve ordered the cake design shortly after that conversation.

“You guys didn’t.”

Your hands are on either side of your head as you ruffle your soggy hair in disbelief.

“Oh, we did.” Yoongi smirks evilly at you.

“It’s so ridiculous, I love it. I fucking love it.”

“More than us?”

Hobi’s pouty face springs into your line of sight, you pat his face lovingly.

“Nothing could ever beat the love I have for you guys. Nothing.”

His pout turns into his usual, full grin. Jimin’s head once again peeks out from behind. He scoffs. You narrow your eyes at his challengingly. He does the same with you, uttering one word.

“Dogs.”

You roll your eyes, and this time you scoff.

“Well, obviously I love my little fur babies.”

“Our, Y/N. As in they’re not just yours. It’s a combined group effort.”

You give a dismissive wave of your hand. You rival that your fur babies shared the same loving sentiment with you as you do towards them. Knowing for a fact that if they all had to choose, they would run straight to you out of all seven men surrounding you. But – you won’t hurt his poor little heart, or theirs. Though, all this talk about your babies has you wishing they were here instead of with your close family members who opted to watch them for the night, you bet.

“Jimin? Love? Darling?”

He cautiously steps out from behind Hobi as you gesture for him to come closer to you. He does, but now you want him to bend down so you can whisper something in his ear. He obliges. His eyes widen, as he nods his head furiously and literally bolts out of the room and down the hallway. The boys give each other wary looks as they watch him disappear around the corner and suspiciously in the direction of your shared bedroom.

In sync, they all advert there eyes back to you, confusion littering their poor, naive, sexy, faces. Namjoon voices all of their collective thoughts into a question.

“What was that about? What did you tell him?”

You run a finger along each of their chests as you pass them in a line, making a point to sashay your hips in the process as you cast a smirk over your shoulder at them with a sultry smile.

“Let’s just say, I won’t be needing those clothes after all, koo.”

Jungkook glances down at the still semi warm pile of clothes that he just fished out of the dryer and back up to your face in time to watch you bite your lip innocently. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing at the action. Your smirk turns into one of surprise when said male drops the clothes and scoops you up into a bridal style pose, rushing you both down the hall and out of sight as you throw your head back in laughter and elation, arms tightly secured around his neck as you attempt to hang on for dear life.

It takes only a millisecond for the rest of the boys to sprint after you two, bumping into each other in order to gain the front position and make it to the bedroom first.

Well, all except Yoongi.

“Right. Yeah, no. I’ll just be here, you horndogs!” Yoongi’s monotone voice trails off with no response in return.

He’s still in the same spot holding the cake in his hands with a huff. Setting it gently on the table that still houses a lot of food, he shuffles towards the hallway, a small skip in his step as he goes, but not before giving one last full look at the decor. With a rare, gummy smile, he dutifully turns the lights off and turns to follow the excessive giggling that filters down the hallway. They don’t need a fat electrical bill, you know?

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definesanity · 1 year

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Ye Dead, Who Yet Live.

"For someone who sits so stiffly, your form is still impressive."

"If that is all it taketh to impress thee, I dare not imagine you see I with a Legendary Armament."

It was certainly cold in Snezhnaya. But compared to the Mountaintops of the Giants and the Consecrated Snowfield, it's moreso a playful chill upon your body.

Arlecchino, blessings upon her, had agreed to make sure your form hadn't deteriorated since your departure from the Lands Between.

"'Legendary Armament'?" they quoted back, x-shaped pupils almost rolling. "Forgive me not comprehending, but what makes those weapons 'Legendary'?"

You paused at that. "To speak freely, I also know not why some are deemed as such. However, from their abilities, I can ascertain why. For example: the Sword of Night and Flame."

Bringing forth the blade, you held it aloft, allowing Arlecchino to look at it.

"The blade itself is beautifully made. But what of its power?"

You held it in both hands. "Observe."

Bringing more strength into your arms, you bring the weapon up before sweeping in front of you, a sea of flame coming forth from it.

Then, as it calmed down, you held it in your right hand and brandished it with your left, allowing magic to gather, before bracing your left arm on your right, as a Night Comet shot forth from it, the beam similar to Comet Azur ending.

Turning to face a mildly impressed Arlecchino, you held it to her. "Care for a try?"

Slowly, she took it into her own hands. "It would be my pleasure."

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Strolling around the Grand Bazaar, you peered down at the list in front of you.

Your grip upon the language of Teyvat is growing, thankfully. So, with that in mind, you or course reached a roadblock.

'Hm...' looking around, you tried to spot help.

...

...A flash of red, gold and black came into view, and you found your help.

"Flame-Mane Dehya," you called, walking towards the famed merc. "Could I request your hand in a small matter?"

"Hm? Oh, hello, Your Grace." with practiced ease, Dehya smiled at you, waving. "Never thought it'd hear those words be spoken. Er, no offense."

"None taken. Moreover, ah." you paused. How to go about this?

"I."

"...'I'?"

"...Require help. In, ah, the ways of the Teyvatian lexicon." showing her note, she took it from your hands.

"...You... can't read?"

"Oh, no. I can read. Just... only the language of the Lands Between, I'm afraid to admit."

"Huh. That explains why you've never responded to the Akademiya, huh?" she joked, to which you nodded back. It was certainly regrettable. You'd like to see madness made manifest.

"...Can I speak freely, Your Grace?"

"Of course. Speak thine thoughts. Thou seemeth an entirely different person otherwise."

"Oh, good. Just wanted to say, was there a desert in the Lands Between? Just curious."

"A desert? No. At least, not one of snow. There was, however, one of rot."

"'Rot'?" Dehya passed the note back to you, which you pocketed.

"Indeed. It burns from the inside, and rots away your sense of self in addition to one's body. The Scarlet Rot... it claimed a dear friend of mine. Alas, what else can I do?"

Shrugging, you held out an open palm. "We art Tarnished. We, whom die," you close your palm. "And yet, whom also live. A constant cycle of life and death, all brought about by the death of he with golden hair."

"But, that is that. Before one forgets, what was upon mine list?"

"Oh, the list? It was for spices. I was actually looking for some for my lady as well. Want to look for them together?"

"It would be a pleasure. Provided, of course, we split the bill."

Dehya smiles at that. One, this time, that was genuine. "With you around? I'd be surprised if it wasn't on the house."

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Sitting down, you uncapped your flask and downed a good chunk of it, before bringing it back down.

"Sheesh, what do you have? A stomach, or a tankard." sitting down next to you with his own flask of sake, the Wanderer's omnipresent sneere was oddly comforting to you.

"Thou'rt one to jest... though, I suppose one is a being made of metal."

"Yep, that's me. Mister No-One. What about you, hm? You remember your name?"

You stopped drinking, and capped the flask. "Truthfully, nay. I recall not mine name, or of mine comrades. In our long march, all that mattered was if we could hold a weapon or not."

"Really? No one?"

"...Excluding, of course, Lord Godfrey. Of course, when we marched, he instead became Hoarah Loux, Warrior once more. He told us, 'a crown is warranted by strength'. When he fell by my hand, he said that, 'thy strength befits a crown'."

"Oooooh. Am I meant to feel bad?"

"No, you needn't. That was then. This is now."

The Wanderer fell silent at that, and instead drank from his sake once more.

After a moment, you uncapped your drink and downed the rest, before standing up.

"I appreciated our chat. But, I must go now."

"Of course, of course."

You started to walk away.

"Hey."

You turned around, and The Wanderer nodded.

"I... also appreciated it. Nice to have someone who isn't insane for once."

You nodded back.

"Aye. Likewise."

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