#Aldous

[eledarart]

Aldous is so sweet now I can't stand it...

#fan art #time princess #swan lake #aldous #audwin

[roughridingrednecks]

Aldous

#aldous #bald #fuck you #beach #bros #stubble #smoker #cigarette

[humanthatlikestuff]

Zhask doodles :))

He will always have that look on his face. And that peculiar grin and eccentric stare.

It might be hard to know what he's feeling unless he's expressing it openly.

Lines are from Hazbin Hotel (Alastor)

Alastor's voice is also my headcanon voice for him if he didn't sound like an old man.

#zhask #my art owo #fanart #mlbb #luoyi #mlbbfanart #mlbblittlespawn #art #aldous #layla #hanabi #hanafeed

[victoriagaelsheep-blog]

I haven't read Swan Lake yet (but I have plans for it).

However, I can't help but think about this crossover :'D

#dress up time princess #time princess #Swan Lake #Aldous

[leon-production]

When you have done wrong, repent, make amends as best you can, and aim to do better next time. Never give yourself up to endless mourning over your sin. Floundering in shit is not the best way to cleanse yourself.💩

Aldous Huxley

#Aldous Huxley #Aldous #Huxley #Shit #Books #Quotes

[kikiwooo]

y'all... I feel like a total mistake rn

Just fucking obtained Aldous's collector skin from Hanabi's event when I was doin one and two pulls thought it was like a elite skin then uh

Idk how to play with him GAAAHHH guess gonna learn just for his that skin smh

my total pulls was like 12 ???

#mlbb #mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #aldous #collector #mlbb x reader

[blissybuu]

Aldous in a wedding dress!

Only for Casey! <3

#Aldous #Wedding #Dress #art #my art #digital art #illustration

[angela-android]

Layla and Aldous - The Scream

By jazzune (Instagram)

#i love this so much #lol #mobile legends #mlbb #mobile legends: bang bang #layla #layla mlbb #aldous #aldous mlbb #the scream #my post #featured #fan art #illustration

[chisunii]

MLBB Icons #2

Chisunii

#mlbb #mobilelegends #mobile legends bang bang #icons #icon #Angela #Aldous #Badang #Benedetta #Balmond #Brody #Esmeralda #gusion #Granger

[rosebud-rosebud]

The expanded Scott-Purdue clan get together in DSV for the first day of summer. Caspar's a big fan of his little cousin Aldous.

#ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 #simblr #purduelegacy #caspar #aldous #cassidy #ossie #ollie

[lios-archive]

the original meme format is literally one of my favourites so there you go

#dragon's dogma #aldous #fournival frescobaldi #videogames

[iironwreath]

Plunge [Ulysses]

“How quickly you come to a willingness to kill, and how quickly your lover will believe it of you. There are so many ways to find out what you will do when there is no one else to help you.” — Kathryn Harlan, Fruiting Bodies

The blade came from Aldous' collection. It was a longsword, plain but sharp, the kind that was neither cheap nor expensive, but standard price. She also belted on her single dagger from her room for good measure. 

She had expected Dicentra to cut and run as soon as her shackles were off, but she stayed true to her word, staggering out of the cage and massaging her wrists. Uly had seen her standing before, but behind bars, her height had been misleading, shortened by imprisonment. Outside, she had at least six inches on her. Ulysses could only imagine how her wings would add to the magnitude of her.

She was putting the cart before the horse—she steered her focus onto her immediate surroundings. Nerves, probably nerves.

“Don’t panic, but I’m going to disappear for a moment,” Di warned. “I need to test that I can still use all my magic.” Free of constraints, her voice was every bit as buttery smooth as Uly predicted. Uly had a better grasp of how dangerous she was then; with a well-placed whisper, Dicentra could convince her to do almost anything.

Then she vanished, leaving empty air where she’d stood. Even with the warning, panic bucked in Uly's ribs. But a second later, Di emerged from behind one of the bookcases. “On the Ethereal Plane,” she explained. “It’ll help.” 

“Anything else I should know about?”

Dicentra’s upper lip twitched, her expression darkening. She reared back a single arm, then swung, slashing off the back of a chair with a sprouted set of claws and raining splinters everywhere. Ulysses flinched.

“We want to make it look like there was a struggle, don’t we?” Dicentra asked, but her voice had gone from soothing to sinister. Ulysses had known her just long enough to feel safe in assuming it wasn’t aimed at her, but Dicentra was difficult to read. 

“I thought that came after,” Uly said.

“You asked.”

Uly raised a hand in surrender. 

They moved on. Di accompanied them up the tower, using scrolls to deactivate protections. She kept quiet, following Ulysses’ lead on silent feet, sometimes disappearing out of existence again before reappearing through the next wall.  

They were an efficient duo; too soon, they were in front of Aldous’ bed chambers. Uly slipped in. Every step inside felt like ten—Ulysses made them cautiously, creeping closer. Dicentra vanished again, but her presence lingered like a shadow that clung to her back, unseen but there.

Ulysses stopped at the bedside. Aldous lay prone, facing the ceiling, undisturbed. Her grip was so sweaty and tight it made the sword stutter midair like a tuning fork; she brought a second hand over the pommel. Dicentra reappeared at her shoulder, hot breath brushing her ear.

“Think of all that he’s done,” she heard her voice, not out loud, but in her mind. “To you, to me, what must be countless others. What will continue to happen if he’s allowed to live. This can only end with his death.”

Ulysses raised the sword, the point aimed at Aldous’s breast rising and falling with sleep, unaware of how close it was to danger. Still, she hesitated. She couldn’t communicate back with Dicentra telepathically, but her pause exposed her thoughts.

Dicentra’s hands wrapped over hers. It was the first time she’d touched her—the cradle of her hands was warmth incarnate, full of an indescribable, otherworldly strength of will. They were surprisingly soft—Uly had expected callouses, a grittiness like cooled, dried magma.

Why had she expected anything at all?

“You can do it,” Dicentra encouraged. “You have to. Charming him will be much harder if I strike first.” Hands still enmeshed, she angled the sword in a way that would punch between his ribs. “Like this."

Ulysses breathed. Nodded. Dicentra’s hands slid away. Like magic she never had, Ulysses summoned up all that Aldous represented: he was the main reason her crossing to the material plane had soured. He had taken her potential and stunted it; she had learned, but not what she set out to. Through him, she learned fear and resentment and ugly, serrated feelings that cut her up inside. He made her reliant on him and at the same time, stymied her.

She staked the sword downwards with all the emotional and physical hatred she could muster.

It impaled him cleanly where she’d envisioned the sword sticking out of him. She met some resistance, but not enough to stop the sword’s path. The end stuck through the mattress. He burst awake, eyes flying open, blood and spittle springing from his lips.

In the next second, he had Ulysses on the end of a glare, life crackling in his eyes. Uly stepped back. She had known that wouldn’t have killed him, but she lost some of her cool; it alarmed her that he survived a blow that would’ve ended her. He raised shaking hands in the beginnings of a spell, but Dicentra side-stepped around Uly, shielding her.

“Now now,” she said, “you don’t want to hurt Ulysses. She’s been such a faithful student of yours, and she’s such a good friend of mine.”

Ulysses heard the magic in her voice like a skein of silk, saw it cast a glaze over Aldous’ eyes. She sighed in relief as the magic guttered on his fingers. 

“She stabbed me,” he protested. “No faithful student stabs their teacher.” He glanced between them, glares for Ulysses, a beseeching look for Di. Dicentra slid the sword from his chest. He gasped and curled upwards to clutch at the wound. Dicentra sat on the bed, laying a hand on his shoulder to push him down as Uly reclaimed the sword. Blood spread under his back, staining the sheets. 

“You shouldn’t move while you’re injured like that,” she scolded. “What you need to do now is rest.”

“But she stabbed me,” he sputtered again, even though he didn’t make another attempt to move. “I need medical attention. There are potions—”

“I can get them for you if you promise me you won’t move.”

“You will?”

Dicentra nodded in a sagely way. “Where are they?”

He raised a shaky finger to point to a nearby desk.

Dicentra pulled his head into her lap and bent over him, hands coming to rest on either side of his face. His eyes closed, his breath rattly and sticky. Uly stared—was she going to kiss him on the forehead? Bite him? Dicentra skipped his forehead, though, and laid her closed lips on his. Uly sucked in a breath. 

Dicentra’s nose wrinkled. Underneath, Aldous convulsed. He went deathly sallow, his cheeks sucking inwards into gauntness. His body drained of moisture and blood, mutating into something skeletal with barely enough skin and muscle to stretch overtop. 

Ulysses’ sword slipped out of her fingers with a clatter. Dicentra dropped his head, spitting off to the side. Aldous laid still and dead. It was done; no fanfare, no bugles, just done.

Dicentra hissed in infernal at the body then swept to her feet, shoving Aldous into a heap on the floor. Her skin, by contrast, looked smoother and fuller, her hair glossier, and she stood firm without a hint of weakness. Ulysses tried to focus on that instead of the corpse and what stabbing a living person had felt like, hoping to soak in some of Dicentra’s nonchalance while death swelled in the room. 

“I knew you had it in you,” Di praised, relaxing with a smile. She stepped over the body, closer to Ulysses. The air seemed to quiver. “That went about as well as it could.”

Ulysses was torn between wanting to sink into the compliment and throw it off like a bug. “What did you—”

“I drain life for sustenance, remember? I can explain more in-depth later.” She threw her gaze around the room, assessing. “We should start the next phase of the plan.”

“Are you going to rest?”

Dicentra rolled her shoulders. “I feel better than I have in ages, so no.”

“So how are you going to stage this?"

Dicentra lined a finger against her lips. “I don’t want to spoil it. You'll have to come back and see for yourself."

Uly blinked, taken aback more by the teasing than the refusal. Dicentra out of the cage was turning into someone with the same wit, but less bite, more suave and in control. Or maybe now that she’d decided they weren’t enemies, she didn’t want to be prickly. 

"Alright."

“Start packing,” Di said, waving a hand. “You can be thorough; we have time. Take anything of value. Make a mess. I’ll be along to help you in a bit.”

Ulysses was more than happy to exit the room, leaving the sword behind.

#writing tag #writing: crow #crow (oc) #ulysses #dicentra #aldous #exandria #the more quotes i can include from fruiting bodies the better #wildemount

[roughridingrednecks]

Aldous

#aldous #brian a #shades #stubble #bald #wifebeater #chain

[humanthatlikestuff]

"I am not a ghost, an angel, nor a phantom."

He said to Yve, when he finally revealed himself.

"I am but a man, whose name is Zhask."

...

Yve cannot believe she is dreaming of this again, even after many years when she last saw him.

That event specifically happened when the Opera Ghost brought her to his underground lair, five stories below, next to a lake.

She remembers the tenderness and passion when they finally shared their music in person... and the horrible events that followed.

Now she is in this reality. Engaged to Aldous for three years, and will be married for the next five months. Life has been good.. except for the emptiness that she felt.

Aldous... he was nice. Although still prideful and arrogant, he is a well respected member of society, especially that he will take the role of Comte de Chagny soon.

He gave her the freedom to sing, but only in leisure, because soon, she becomes the Comtess de Chagny.

All the privilage and riches that was for her, is limited because of high society. Though she loved Aldous, she wasn't ready to give up that freedom...

...

It was 6 am when she awoke to her bedroom. Just like before, Aldous was up before her. He might be busy doing his duties, as expected of a Vicomte.

Yve calls for maids to arrange her bed, and some lead her to the dining room for breakfast. After fifteen minutes, she goes back to her bedroom to ready herself.

There will be visitors coming. Again.

Everyday is a repeating cycle for Yve. She's expected to welcome the Vicomte's visitors, talk with them, and do nonsense to entertain them. She always had to do the planning since she is the lady of the household. It may be a bit enjoyable, but it was tiring.

It was vastly different from her childhood. She can do anything she wishes, she had the freedom to do so. She can dance and sing anywhere she wants. And her father was there to accompany her.

And when she finally rests, and asks Aldous to spend time together... he seems to push her away with excuses of "I'm tired and need to sleep."

She remembers that Philippe, the current Comte and Aldous' older brother was against of their bethrothal. A mere opera singer, and a Vicomte, married together, how scandalous and it can ruin the Chagny Family's reputation.

She can't help but think.. That may have been the reason that Aldous has been distant to her recently, and she won't be surprised that he found another woman.

....

It was a long day for her. Everyone was pleasant, but Marquis Paxley was certainly annoying to be with. Yve may be known of her patience, but the pompous nature of that Marquis boiled her blood and made her angry.

It was 7 pm and Aldous was expected to have dinner with her. As usual, he comes home five minutes late.

"Dear, how was your day?" She asked him. Aldous came over and as he sat on the table, he replied "Tiring." He didn't ask her hows her day and just proceeded to eat his food.

Maybe the transition of being the Comte made him busy, she says to herself.

...

It was night, and Yve in her sleeping garments was patiently waiting for Aldous to come to bed.

Seconds turned to minutes... and she's disappointed.

Not only does he go to bed late, but he wakes up earlier than her...

She has to sleep alone again..

He might have been in his study, inspecting the documents and letters that was sent to him today...

She sighs heavily and lays down to her bed. She looks at the moon from the window, then closes her eyes...

...

"Think of me, think of me fondly.."

"When we've said goodbye.."

A familiar tone..

"Remember me, once in a while.."

"Please promise me, you'll try.."

It wasn't her singing it.. but an angel..

"When you find that once again you long, to take your heart back and be free.."

"...Angel?"

"If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.."

It was one of her earliest memories of her angel, when she was still taking lessons from him at the dressing room.

"Memorize this piece, for this shall bring you to your first role." Her angel said. "Why so? I'm merely a chorus girl.." She replied.

"You will get your role, Yve. I am sure of it." Her angel and maestro is confident, but her, not so much..

"But Carlotta "Alice" Giudicelli, maestro. She's far better than me!" She exclaimed.

The voice starts humming a tune. She is drawn and is in a moment of bliss.

"My dear, trust yourself as I trust you. If you're afraid, trust me because I know you'll do good." The voice encourages her.

Then at some point, Alice became sick and she took the role! And when she performed it felt like her soul reached heaven!

It was that moment that her talent was known to the world. It was that moment her maestro was proud of her..

...

But that maestro is dead now.

When Zhask set Yve, Aldous, and Nadir free, he made Yve promise that she return the gold ring after his death day... she did return the ring..

But she didn't find the body.

Nadir Khan told her he died of a broken heart. And that even with his actions, he really did love her.. If it wasn't for her, Aldous and Nadir would've drowned to death.

...

Even in her dreams, she can't help but think of him. She can't help but dream of him singing to her. Oh how she longed for his tunes, his music. She longed to be inspired again..

...

"In sleep he sang to me..."

"In dreams he came..."

She sang..

"That voice which calls to me.."

"And speaks my name.."

...

If everything was different, would she still stay with Aldous?

...

"If the Phantom was handsome, would you love me?" Aldous asked her, under the moonlight, being covered by the statues of greek gods.

That was a question she never answered...

...

She did pray that the Phantom... no, Zhask was somewhere alive. Thinking of her as she is thinking of him..

She feels guilty because she's engaged, and is about to be married soon...

...

She cried in her sleep.

...

She was already past the point of no return. Just like Aldous. Just like Zhask...

...

She hopes that her engagement will end, and she can live somewhere quiet. Or that she and Aldous should've eloped to Norway to live their life together.

But alas, here they are...

...

She hates the thought... but she hopes for the Phantom to appear, and to take her away.

Again.

(@goldemas1244 I thank you for giving me inspiration for this piece. This is now a Phantom AU, not a musical, if they are actually the characters of the phantom of the opera. The story is based on both the orginal book by Leroux and the musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber, although it is based more on the book. This is three years after the end of the book, Aldous and Yve are engaged and Zhask... might be dead or missing-in-action. I hope its a good read!)

#mlbb #zhask #yve #aldous #poto #phantom of the opera #phantom #christine #raoul #raoul de chagny #philippe #philippe de chagny

[thedovahcat]

halfbody sketch comm for @cuddlyplaguedoctor <333 always a pleasure, I love this snarly dude, what a card

#aldous #dovah draws #cuddlyplaguedoctor #dovah commission

[pixeldistractions]

Back to the party. Thank you, Aldous, for being the only damn sim out of twenty to eat anything from this very delicious spread we laid out for the party. 

Why do sims never eat the party food?!?

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims being sims #aldous