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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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eren and his mystery cheerleader gf! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

syp: no one believed eren had such a pretty gf…until now

trin speaks!: be mindful i might have errors. it’s normal.

“so where’s your so-called "girlfriend" at? or did you make this one up too like the last time-”

“oh fuck off, connie, that was one time, and i was 12!” the rest of his friends surrounding him laughed at his embarrassment, (apparently he was the only one without a girlfriend so he made up having one…like i’m talking fake messages and everything.) currently, they were at a rival school’s basketball game since you didn’t go to their school and of course eren decided to come and support you…but his friends armin, connie, and onyankopon tagged along with him, wanting to see who his “special lady” was. “so is the game gonna start or…?” “uh, i think? it just turned 6-” armin was cut off with a set of claps and loud stomps from the side of the bleachers, cheerleaders could be heard shouting a set of words while the boys ran out through the middle of them. parents, children and other spectators could be heard yelling in excitement for the intense game that was yet to happen.

eren looked around to spot you, finding you sitting on the bottom bleacher scrolling on your phone, and the boys traced his eyesight, “bro no way you date that girl sitting on the bottome row?” “huh?” connie pointed at you, “her? she’s toooo fine to be dating you-” “hey?! what’s wrong with me?” “-she should be dating me!” everyone around him rolled their eyes, “if anything she should date me, black love is the best love-” “right, but she’s entitled to date anyone she dates, besides we don’t know her,” armin was received with blank stares from all three of em while ignoring eren’s mumbling claims of, “i’m the one dating her,” soon or later it was halftime, which was a break time for everyone.

the dance team began to perform and all the cheerleaders went their separate ways. connie and armin went to concessions and onyankopon was talking with a girl he’d just met, so eren searched and searched for you, until he felt a pair of cold, soft hands hindering his vision. “guess whooo~”

“my beautiful baby i’d hope?” you kept his eyes covered as you moved infront of him, then removed them happily, “well you hoped right! hi eren!” you hugged him and sat next to him, leaning into his arms, “oh wait- you see our new uniforms?” “yes, its looks amazing- they added glitter to the school letters?” your curls shooks as you rapidly nodded, “yes! and the other sports coaches complained about it, wanting the letters to be unisex but i mean, glitter is glitter, and THEN the coaches made us run 5 laps before the game because someone left their bow at home, and now…” he turned towards you so he could listen to you better, and once the buzzer went off, you had to bid your goodbye, “you taking me home?” “you think you could ride home with sasha - i have the guys and i don’t wanna make it too crowded, i’ll get you once you get home?” your slight frown turned upside down and you noddied happily, “okay! see ya!” you waved enthusiastically and he waved back, sighing in content. “who’re you waving at?”

“my girlfriend?” they all stared at eren for like 5 seconds, then bursted out laughing at him, “oh man eren, you are too funny!”

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after dropping his friends off, eren sat outside your home, waiting for your arrival and decided to do something that’ll hopefully get into his friends head that he’s actually dating someone. he smirked at his phone, editing up his caption and nearly jumped hearing his car door open, seeing you in his hoodie and some cute grey shorts, “hey baby,” you kissed his cheek and saw his phone, “uhh why are you…?”

“you’ll see.”

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rosehiroto · 5 months

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Hello hello!! Could I please request the Luxiem boys as parents?? I have the most urgent need to see these boys with kids ❤️. Thank you so much for your time and dedication.

Hello! Thank you for the very cute request anon! I had alot of fun writing this I hope you enjoy!

Other parent is non-binary so I used some non-binary parent names like Dama, Noddy and Mobby.

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Fandom: luxiem, nijisanji.

Pairing: luxiem and their kids

Category: platonic, fluff, vox is scary to kids, luxiem being dad.

Being a dad

Luca kanashiro

• Luca is the type of person to not really like kids as much, or only love to troll children, until he has one of his own.

• the first time he had to hold his bundle of joy, she was two months old, he almost cried, he refused to hold her when she was younger in fear of hurting her.

• he was so careful, so gentle, he held his girl close to his chest, watching in wonder as she wiggles slightly around in his arm, before settling to rest her cheek against his chest, looking up at him with big lavender eyes.

• Luca stares back with his own lavender eyes, blinking at girl before a wide grin formed on his face, as he started to make funny faces the small girl in his arms starting to giggle softly, hand moving to grab a few strands of his hair pulling on it gently.

• luca chuckles and pretends to tickle the baby, the baby cooing and giggling in his arms.

• Luca learned at that moment why small kids were so special.

• even as the small girl grew Luca's adoration for his girl never faded, it only grew stronger with time.

♫︎

Luca was sat on his couch his 4 year old girl sat on his lap, covered in a hello kitty blanket, they both were watching TV, watching the lorax to be exact.

His girl heard vox complaining about it at some point, and insisted she watch it, she was pretty invested watching with her soft lavender eyes, blonde locks pulled into a small braid Luca did on her earlier.

"Daddy, why did the man cut the trees?" The girl asked gently, as the form of the black haired male appeared on screen cutting down the colorful trees.

"Uhh, daddy doesn't really know sweetpie, maybe for the wood?" Luca mumbled, the movie genuinely confusing him to no end, he wasn't focused on it, but was rather excited to annoy vox.

The girl hummed softly deeply in thought, her small mind trying to piece together why the man cut so many trees down.

"At daycare, teacher told us to not harm plants, because they get sad, poor trees" the girl pouted gently, rubbing her eyes, starting to feel slightly sleepy.

"You know what, forget about the lorax, wanna go eat ice cream without Noddy knowing?" Luca asked with a smirk a wide grin forming on his face, the mention of ice cream made the girl in his lap perk up visibly happier now.

"Yeah! But wouldn't Noddy get upset?" The girl asked with wide eyes, not wanting to make her Noddy upset.

"Nah, daddy will use his endless charm to make them happy" Luca said a grin on his lips as he got up holding his girl close, as he moved to the kitchen grabbed a tub of ice cream and spoons, sitting back down on the couch and starting to eat with his girl, switching tv to something more exciting as they enjoyed their ice cream happily.

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Shu yamino

•shu is the type to know all the essentials of taking care of a child but never truly knows how much work goes into it, which made him sort of think that it's easy.

•he first held his baby right after they were brought home, he sat on the couch, his partner passing him the small baby gently.

•he was quite nervous to say the least, he held his small baby boy close, feeling the warmth radiating from the small baby wrapped in a blanket, the baby moved his hands around stretching slightly with a small whine.

•shu rubbed the baby's back gently, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, lips pursing slightly, the baby opened his big magenta coloured eyes, staring up at shu's face eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips pursing into a small pout.

•shu knew the baby probably couldn't see, but he was still amazed and subconsciously his lips moved into a slight wobbly smile at the small child, who's features relaxed into a small smile when shu kissed his head.

•even now he still thinks parenting is somewhat easy, and knows it's probably because of how shy and compliant his son is.

•he never truly understood how you can love someone so much that you would risk everything for them, until he met his partner and met his own bundle of joy.

•he definitely isn't the type to spoil his kid, but gets the boy whatever he wants, definitely teaches him how to play videogames, and teaches him only the best jokes.

♫︎

Shu was sitting on his gaming chair, his 7 year old son sitting on his lap, wearing purple headphones that looked too big on his head, The boy's palm rested on the mouse, shu's palm resting over his, moving the mouse.

"Yess, good job bud, we got 'em" shu cheered, giving the boy a high-five and ruffling his hair.

"Papa! Did you see! I got both uncle Alban and uncle sonny!" The boy bounced happily smiling widely, shu nodded proudly placing his palm on the boy's gently gently, the boy chuckled before turning to look at the screen again, shu placing his larger palm over the boy's.

"Now we just gotta get Luca cornered, and boom! Shoot him with the eggs" shu explained, the boy nodding quickly eyes focused on the screen Infront of them.

They were playing Minecraft peacefully collecting things, when Luca suddenly decided to start an egg war, and shu being the amazing father he is decided to include his son in said war.

They had just killed both Alban and sonny, who somehow managed to get themselves killed by eggs, and the only one left was Luca who was cackling evily in VC Alban and sonny laughing in the background.

It took some effort, lots of eggs and the power of chicken to finally kill Luca, shu cheered happily laughing as he gave his son a high-five, Luca was whining while laughing saying how he was 'egg king' and It took some effort, lots of eggs and the power of chicken to finally kill Luca, shu cheered happily laughing as he gave his son a high-five, Luca was whining while laughing saying how he was 'egg king' and how he's supposed to never be defeated.

"Sorry uncle Luca, seems like you're the eggless king now" the boy said with a soft giggle, shu ruffling his hair softly while laughing Alban and Sonny laughing in VC while Luca pretended to whine while laughing.

"That's my son!" Shu proudly said ruffling his son's hair once more, Luca stood infornt of shu's character throwing him a certain golden helmet that's was supposed to be a 'crown', shu moving into his inventory to wear it happily, his son smiling widely.

"You just got beat by a 7 year old Luca who does it feel?" Alban laughed, sonny chuckling softly and throwing some flowers in the air.

"Unpog" Luca whined, moving to start hitting the endless amount of baby chickens.

"Time to put these chickens somewhere safe" shu hummed his nod nodding his head quickly while moving to place his palm once more on the mouse, shu smiling softly at him and placing his palm over his son's.

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Ike eveland

• Ike likes children, doesn't specifically love them, especially at their age of craziness, but doesn't hate them either, thinks small babies are cute though.

• he never understood baby fever, until he had his first kid and held her for the first time, his girl with his bright yellow eyes and his partner's hair colour and the biggest smile he ever saw in his life.

• scratch everything I just said, Ike loves babies, they're so cute and small, and cuddly, they're a little stinky sometimes a bit whiny but when his little girl looks up at him with the biggest eyes and pout, he forgets everything he was just saying.

• is definitely the type of dad to cry whenever he sees his kid in cute clothes, definitely buys her Miku themed clothes.

• whenever he has the chance to brush his girl's hair he puts it into two ponytails, just melts every single time.

• he's the one that puts her to sleep, reads a bedtime story while laying next to her, covers her in her soft blanket and kisses her forehead gently.

• is the supportive dad that all of his girl's friends like, loves his daughter no matter what and knows when to support her and when to tell her she's wrong.

• buys his girl anything she wants, unless it's something she wouldn't really use, or things he knows won't be useful later for her.

♫︎

Ike laid down on a small baby blue bed, a book with a soft yellow cover resting in his hands, titled 'the princess and knight in shining armor'.

His 5 year old girl laid down next to him, her head resting on Ike's arm, covered in a soft white blanket, her short hair pulled into a small bun, as to not bother her while sleeping.

"And the princess said 'thank you dear knight, for saving me and my kingdom' as she smiles gently at the knight" ike read in a soothing voice, his girl laying down next to him with sleepy eyes, looking at the book in his hands, the illustration of the knight bowed to the princess as she smiled at him.

"Papa, can Mobby be the princess and you the Knight" the girl mumbled sleepily against Ike's arm, looking up at him with heavy eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, well I wouldn't really say I would be the knight your Mobby can be a very convincing knight" Ike chuckled lowly smiling at his daughter who hummed in agreement and giggled.

"Mobby's so strong, papa is too but Mobby's better at it" the girl mumbled softly going back to looking at the book, imagining if Ike was the prince with a blue suit, her mobby the knight in shining armor smiling at the prince.

"The knight said 'it is only my duty, my lady, I shall live to serve and protect you till my last breath' as he bowed down on one knee" ike continued reading gently, heavy, sleepy eyes starting to shut slowly.

"You'd be a pretty princess papa" the girl whispered gently breath evening out, and eyes shut as she falls into deep slumber.

Ike smiled gently closing the book and placing it away, moving to rest the small girl fully on her bed, covering her in her soft blanket, kissing her forehead gently.

"Goodnight my sweet, rest well" Ike whispered gently getting off her bed and moving outside the room with a happy smile on his face.

Wondering how lucky he got to have such an amazing family.

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Vox akuma

• vox loves kids, they're cute, easy to annoy, fun to feed, and have really funny brains.

• he never really thought he would have one of his own until he had his son, the first time he held the small boy, the boy started looking up at him with big pink eyes, vox smiled at him, the boy's lips started to quiver as a sharp cry left his small lips, vox frowning as he tried to shush the boy gently, the boy crying harder.

• he decided to not hold the boy until he was a little older, the second time he held his son he was about 5 months old, a small tuff of black hair was growing on his head, the boy looked up at vox once again with big eyes, that started to water slowly, vox's lips dropped into a small pout, the boy started to cry again reaching out for his other guardian who smiled softly and took the boy from vox.

• vox grumpled all day about it, his partner patting his shoulder and saying he's just still too young to understand.

• vox loved his son of course, but definitely noticed early on he wasn't the favourite, which made him slightly upset but he understood his partner was amazing so of course.

• as the boy got older, he got more protective his other parent, pushing vox away if he gave them a hug or a kiss, and pouting and hugging his parent tightly.

• vox found it the most amusing thing ever, and always did it to annoy the boy a little, but noticed how the boy warmed up to him overtime.

♫︎

Vox sat on the couch his arms crossed, across from him sat a certain 7 year old boy, with soft long black hair that reached his shoulder and soft pink eyes, his lips were pursed into a pout as he sat on the floor his arms crossed.

Vox's significant other had to go shopping and decided that it would be a bright idea to get vox to watch their son while they were gone, since the boy was very much on edge whenever he got near vox lately more than usual.

Vox and his son had sat across from each other in awkward silence for about 5 minutes, vox was thinking of what to say to the pouty boy, sighing heavily before getting up to sit infornt of the boy.

"So what's the matter little guy" vox asked with a raised eyebrow looking at the boy with a soft gaze, the boy's pout grew even more as he continued to look down.

"Why did dad do to make you so upset" vox asked softly moving to pick up the boy and place him inn his lap, rubbing his back gently.

"Nothing" the boy mumbled softly looking down and twiddling his fingers, looking slightly tense, vox ruffled his soft hair and kissed his forehead.

"Come on, tell your old man what he did wrong, I promise to not do it again and apologize" vox asked, softly rubbing the boy's back.

The boy took a deep breath before moving to look up at vox with big watery eyes, vox tensing up and gripping the boy gently to reassure him.

"You hurt Dama" the boy mumbled softly, vox blinking at him slowly, so apparently his son thinks he hurt his partner.

"When?" Vox asked with a slight tilt of his head, the small boy swallowing lips quivering slightly.

"You ripped Dama's stomach open to get me out" the boy pouted starting to sniffle softly, vox's mouth was open in shock as he started to chuckle and gave the boy a hug.

"Of course not boy, I would never do that, who told you that?" Vox asked with a chuckle, the boy blinking away his tears and hugging vox back as he thought.

"My friend in school" the boy mumbles softly, vox gave him another hug, ruffling his hair gently and explaining that people at the hospital do that and that no one ripped his Dama's stomach open.

Since then vox and his son's relationship got better, vox still thinks it's the funniest thing ever, and now father and son are somehow closer than ever, but as we all know the boy's favourite is still his Dama.

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

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panelshowsource · 5 months

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I'm from Australia and grew up with BBC and British TV, but there are still references that take me by surprise. For example, you would believe the "Mitchell Brothers" were real celebrities and ran the entire UK with how many references are made to them, especially across panel shows. Do you experience this? I often /understand/ why certain references, like popular soaps, are, indeed, popular, but I'm still surprised by just how much they're talked about!

omg this is HILARIOUS and YES!!!

i think this will be very funny for any of my uk & ireland followers to read? hahaha

i get asked all the time whether i understand the cultural references on panel shows and in standup (i do!) — but no one has ever asked me if i'm surprised by them! but YES. the best example i can think of is i swear to gawd there was a period of the late 2000s/early 2010s (?) when it felt like you couldn't watch a single episode of any panel show and not hear a noel edmonds joke. noel edmonds. noel edmonds. do you understand how absolutely meaningless that name is to an american like me? but omg i've heard 10000000000000 noel edmonds jokes/references in my day — and it DID surprise me just how much he was on people's minds! and, like you, i get it: he's super famous and he's a good punchline. but still! him and omg fuckin mick hucknall. why. why. why. why is the british light entertainment industry so obsessed with mick hucknall and making jokes about mick hucknall and references to mick hucknall. again, a name that means nothing to americans. so yes very funny to me, as a foreigner, how of all the very very famous people to reference and joke about these are some of the ones that get it the most!

so without further ado i tried to list the british cultural references that i hear the most + that also have a tinge of that "every comedian in britain thinking about pat sharp at all times and has a joke about him at the ready" feeling hahaha

series: coronation street, eastenders, springwatch, crimewatch, doctor who, blue peter, only fools and horses, mrs brown's boys

music: mick hucknall/simply red, the pretenders (it's always "you look like both of the pretenders"), noddy holder/slade, ronan keating, robbie williams/take that, blue, JLS, (there are obv groups like five and s club 7 but they’re not referenced nearly as much,) chesney hawkes

people: the chuckle brothers, eamonn holmes, terry wogan, janet street-porter, moira stuart, jeremy clarkson, noel edmonds, pat sharp (i thought pat sharp was a character on eastenders for about 10 years but that's pat butcher, who is also referenced constantly), john leslie, parky

there are obvious plenty more culturally specific people, places, and things that are referenced and discussed, and it's worth mentioning a lot of this is coming from middle-aged white people, but sheeeeesh... noel edmonds!!! maybe i just notice them now? bc i'm still kinda surprised i'm hearing janet street-porter jokes in 2023?

but i love it! i hope this post makes sense hahaha

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stardustshimmer · 8 months

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Whoooooops my hand slipped and I accidentally made a new Kirby oc.

Say hello to my kitty boy ZeeZee!

ZeeZee is the right-hand servant of Queen Somnia as Escargoon would be to King Dedede. He’s the backbone of the entire castle, working extra hard to make sure that everything’s in tip top shape. Leading the Noddys, guarding the castle overnight, helping Somnia tend to the Cloud Kingdom’s citizens’ needs, and much much more, ZeeZee is one hard-working cat.

Fun fact: He’s been plotting to overthrow Queen Somnia and take over as ruler of the Cloud Kingdom WHAT HUH WHO SAID THAT-

More stuff below:

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Fun Facts about ZeeZee:

Him and Marx are super close to each other (maybe they’re boyfriends??? I’ll figure it out)

When ZeeZee revealed his plans to Marx, ZeeZee offered to let the jester share the throne with him once he became king. As tempting as that sounded, Marx politely declined. But he DID promise to visit ZeeZee every so often.

ZeeZee’s original plan was to murder Queen Somnia and make it look like it was an accident, but he realized that he was too chicken to actually do it in fear of it all coming back to bite him. So he decided to save murder as a last resort and start smaller.

Now why does this guy wanna take Queen Somnia’s place on the throne so badly, you ask? I’ll tell you why: it’s out of pure jealousy.

ZeeZee is jealous of all the praise and affection the Cloud Kingdom has been showering her with.

And what does HE get? Nothing.

No recognition, no encouragement, no nothing.

HE’S the one doing most of the work. HE should be getting the praise.

Of course, the Queen does truly appreciate all ZeeZee does for the kingdom, and she lets him know every day, but ZeeZee feels as if it isn’t enough.

He wants more.

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Anyways I hope you like Mr. Random Guy That Just Spilled Out From My Head And Onto the Canvas and I’m Just Gonna Go Along With It Because Why Not.

#kirby #kirby oc #kirby ocs #my oc #my ocs #my art

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pandemoniclucio · 2 years

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Lucio: So, I hear you like bad boys.

MC: Well...

Lucio: Tell them, Noddy.

Nadia: He's literally the worst.

#mc x lucio #lucio #count lucio #lucio the arcana #the arcana lucio #the arcana headcanons #the arcana #the arcana game headcanons #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #nadia satrivana #countess nadia

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ohbutwheresyourheart · 1 month

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fragments from the google docs continues with: Nero's mom has a little chat with everyone's favourite goth kid, and she knows her ex well enough to sniff him out even when he's up to his stupidest hijinks yet.

Adaline has stepped out - she needs a breath of air not tainted by fear and guilt, please God just give her that much - and so she is the first to see them.

Her first impulse is to tell Morrison it can wait. Or, if it can’t wait, to send whatever job it is Lady and Trish’s way. Devil May Cry doesn’t need the money and the thought of leaving Nero -- or Dante leaving her -- is, for the moment, incomprehensible. Even for an evening. Even for an hour. She will fall apart. She will shatter like glass.

Then she sees the figure following -- limping -- a step or two behind Morrison, and holds her tongue. It’s rare that a client makes their own way to Devil May Cry; Morrison likes to act as go-between to keep the jobs coming through him. His pockets would empty fast if there was no need for a middle man.

So she keeps her peace, sipping from her glass of wine held in a hand that is only ever so slightly shaking, until Morrison comes close enough to see her in the dim glow of the neon sign. He tips his hat to her, as is his custom, but Adaline is hard-pressed to fetch up a smile as is hers.

“Always a pleasure, Ada,” he begins conversationally. “I realise this isn’t the best of times, but… well, we have a bit of a doozy by the sounds of it. Might even be connected to what happened here.”

Adaline’s toes curl inside her shoes and her grip on her glass tightens; the chardonnay glitters a kaleidoscope of colours as the neon lights refract through it. She says nothing.

The figure behind Morrison -- a young man, maybe only Nero’s age, dark-haired and covered in tattoos -- keeps his head bowed. In one hand he clutches a cane; no affectation, he’s leaning on it quite heavily. In the other, he holds something else, although Adaline can’t properly see what it is.

“May we…?” Morrison nods towards the door.

“Who are you?” Adaline asks the boy. “Why are you here?”

At first, she thinks he isn’t going to answer, but eventually he finds his tongue. His voice is low and slightly husky. Eventually, he does her the courtesy of looking at her. A pretty boy, with pale green eyes; she recognises the shape and colour from somewhere, though she can’t presently think where.

“My name is V. I am here because I have some information about a powerful demon lord poised to wreak havoc on this world. It is something I thought an equally powerful demon hunter ought to be aware of.”

Again, Morrison makes a movement towards the door. “Probably easiest if we don’t have to repeat the story…?”

The last thing - the absolute last thing - Adaline wants to do is let them across the threshold of Devil May Cry. This boy brings trouble, she can feel it. She wants to run inside, batten down the hatches, and keep what is left of her family safe from whatever trouble is building outside.

But Dante never will; she knows him that well by now. Dante never saw trouble in his life without throwing himself into the middle of it. Deep down, Adaline knows she has (just, barely) too much of a conscience to let the world burn for the sake of her boys. Not for the first time she thinks of how much easier life would be, without caring. Without that little bean counter in the back of her mind, totting up life and death. The rippling, unknowable consequence of so much as an afternoon off at the wrong time.

She downs the last of her wine and nods towards the door. “By all means. God knows, he needs some occupation. Why don’t you boys talk about money first? And we’ll talk about… everything else.”

It’s difficult to tell, at first, who is more disconcerted by the proposal. Morrison, however, is a wonderfully uncomplicated man and the rare opportunity of browbeating Dante into promising away his earnings before he’s even earned them without Adaline there to intervene is a powerful incentive. Nodding again to her, Morrison strides into the building.

And so they are two. For once, Adaline doesn’t care to hear the details of payments and cuts and debts, which is all Morrison will be talking about for now. She’s much more interested in V.

He’s gone back to avoiding her eyes as much as he can, fiddling with his cane and what she can now see is a large, though not particularly thick, hardback book. Something about it catches her attention, but it’s too dark to make out the details.

Moving as discreetly and unhurriedly as she can bear to, Adaline lets one hand drop to her side, and then behind her back; out of sight, she casts a series of cantrips. V himself -- his body; his being -- is untouched, but to Adaline’s eyes only his tattoos glow a faint purple. Perhaps the surprise shows on her face, or else he is magically attuned enough to feel the cantrips probing over him; he raises his head, offers a half-smile tinged with an emotion she can’t quite place.

“I assure you,” he says, “I am no demon, nor am I here to launch an ambush.”

No demon, maybe, but something in V is of the Underworld. Adaline’s consolation is that she knows anything she can pick up with a cantrip, Dante will smell on him.

“Forgive me if I seem discourteous,” she says with only a moderate amount of irony. “Someone tried to kill my son two days ago. It’s put me somewhat on edge”

There: V is good, he schools his expression again as quickly as he can, but Adaline sees the flash of panic; the momentarily widened eyes, the white-knuckled grip on his cane; the look of a man caught out.

“I’m… sorry to hear that,” he manages, but it’s too little too late.

Still with one hand behind her back, Adaline prepares to conjure more than a cantrip. “Who are you?”

V holds up his hands -- one still clutching his cane, the other held awkwardly to keep the book under his arm from slipping away -- and the attempted calm is replaced by no small amount of fear. Genuine fear, too, as far as she can tell, unless the boy is an excellent actor. While Adaline can’t smell fear rolling off a body like a demon could, she considers herself a decent interpreter of body language.

It calms her, just a little; anything afraid of her is no match for Dante.

“A friend. Or,” he adds, seeing her disbelief, “If not a friend, at least not an enemy.”

“Someone else walked up to this building once and said the same thing. It ended up causing us a lot of pain.”

They say, the two of them, that they wouldn’t be without Trish now -- but if it was between Trish and Vergil? That bean counter again: life and death, death and life. Pray they’re never given the option.

She’s scaring him: the boy with the demon tattoos looks ready to peel off. Adaline shakes her head, reminds herself he’s only Nero’s age -- if there’s a plot at work here, V is the intermediary rather than the mastermind -- though Nero would be furious to know she still thinks of him as a boy, not a man. Even if it’s a ploy, a trick, they need to know who is after them. Of course they first assumed… But it can’t be… Or is she fooling herself? Maybe the wine was a bad idea.

“Fine. I--” Adaline gropes for the words. “We need to know. Especially if it’s really all that bad.”

V relaxes slightly; lowers his hands, looks at her with something like compassion. He’s just a boy, she reminds herself again; look at him, this boy with his tattoos and his postmodern goth aesthetic, with his cane and his book and something demonic carved into his skin, something he might not even know of or understand. Bound up in a world of trouble beyond his capabilities. Even if that trouble is to do with whatever attacked Adaline’s son, V did not break into Devil May Cry and tear Nero’s arm off.

Those eyes, though. There’s something about him; something she can almost touch, almost taste. Something she feels like a bigger idiot every moment for missing.

“Had I the choice, I would not bring trouble to your door,” he says. His voice is low, genuine; Adaline finds she believes him. Or, at least, believes that he believes it.

She sighs. Exhaustion is settling into every muscle after two days of adrenaline-fuelled anxiety. The wine was definitely a mistake.

“We should probably head inside. They ought to be finished squabbling over money by now.”

V glances at the door; what he sees must confirm her suspicion, because he nods. He shoots her a quick smile and bows: it’s over-exaggerated, a dancer’s flourish; head down as far as his waist, arms outstretched, his cane flicking towards the door.

“Ladies first.”

It’s a charming display, but Adaline isn’t in the mood to be charmed. Especially not when charm so often disguises an intent to hurt. Again, that impulse against all good sense to turn the boy away and batten down the hatches with Dante and Nero. Her brain is running through all of the possibilities, even the most outlandish ones.

Okay, Mundus is dead (or as close as they’re going to get to killing him) and his corpse is slowly rotting in agony, but what if some other demon lord got the same idea? Mundus sent an underling to tempt Dante into danger once before, why fix what isn’t broken?

If that’s the case, whoever has taken Mundus’s place has even learned not to rely on painted doll replicas (and what if that’s why V seems so familiar? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something… green).

V looks up with a smile but his face falls when he sees Adaline still looks decidedly unamused.

“Let’s hear what you have to say,” she says, leading the way into Devil May Cry.

Dante looks expectant, almost excited; Morrison looks satisfied. Those two states don’t normally coincide. Adaline wonders how much money is involved here, and where it’s coming from. V doesn’t exactly give the impression he’s swimming in cash. Then again, this is Dante: he gripes about money from time to time but he’d work for free if the pizza place didn’t demand payment. Adaline happily funds him but he has a few shreds of chest-beating masculine pride about paying his own way that surface now and again.

Adaline circles around the desk to set her glass down on it, briefly makes eye contact with Dante, and leans against the wall behind him. She nods to Morrison as he leaves with a few final words about bringing in Lady and Trish and sets herself to watch. Now that she’s taken her own measure of their newest client, she’s interested to see what Dante makes of him.

Not much at first. Dante leans back in his chair, posturing boredom with the merest glimmer of interest.

“So,” he begins without preamble, “What’s your name?”

V stands in the centre of the office, the book open in his hand and his gaze pointed down at its contents.

“‘I have no name; I am but two days old’,” he says. In the ensuing pause, he snaps the book shut and looks up. “Just kidding. You can call me V.”

Adaline isn’t looking anywhere in particular. It is pure chance when her eyes fall on Eva’s photograph. It’s been on the desk as long as the desk has been in Devil May Cry, and Adaline stopped really seeing it years ago. She knows Eva is there, watching them (watching over them?) but familiarity breeds indifference to the contours of her cheeks and the exact curve of her jawline.

Or the colour of her eyes.

V is watching her when she looks up again; he’s quite still, but his grip on his cane is white-knuckled. His eyes are wide. Helpful: it lets her check the colour again.

Adaline remains impassive to the best of her ability. After a moment, during which she sees V’s Adam's apple bob frantically in his throat, he becomes impassive too; he looks away, deliberately turning his attention back to Dante.

For Dante’s part, if he’s noticed the brief, silent struggle, he gives no indication of it. Humming, he lazily sets aside his magazine and stretches.

“Okay, V... Why don't you tell me everything about this job?”

There’s a slight pause before V answers. He gives a little shrug, his lips pursed, as if to… well, Adaline isn’t quite sure, but his nonchalance strikes her as over-acted. In fact, if he is bringing them information about a job big enough that Morrison is nervous about Dante going it alone, isn’t ‘nonchalance’ the last thing in the world V should be feeling?

“A powerful demon is about to resurrect and…” Again, the briefest of pauses, as if the explanation is so obvious that V can barely bring himself to voice it, “We need your help, Dante.”

Dante lets out a bark of laughter. Either he’s giving an Oscar-worthy performance (and people rarely realise it, but Dante is a good actor when he wants to be; the man practically has a degree in misdirection) or he’s not picking up on any of the inconsistencies and questions Ada is. In stark contrast to her own anxiety, Dante is languid and lackadaisical. He pushes himself out of his chair and strolls over to the couch, still chuckling.

“Now that’s a familiar tune,” he quips. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard that exact line before?”

V doesn’t look offended by being blown off so easily. He shifts slightly, grip on his cane visibly tightening. Despite her suspicions, Adaline has an impulse to offer him a chair; he looks genuinely in pain. Before she can, however, he walks towards Dante, intent.

“This is… special.”

“Special,” Dante echoes disbelievingly, a hint of amusement colouring his tone. “Okay, what’s so special about this one?”

It’s about this moment that Adaline realises V has almost completely turned his back on her and she can no longer see his face.

“This demon is your… reason. Your reason for fighting.”

Something shifts in Dante’s expression. He doesn’t enjoy being jerked around and doesn’t suffer fools, but he’s enduring V’s dancing with more patience than Adaline would have expected. Is he finally realising, as she has, that there’s more to this than meets the eye? Or did Morrison just flash more money in his face than usual? Adaline can’t think. His reason for fighting? His reason… your reason--

I have no name; I am but two days old. How -- poetic.

Poetry. Murmured half-under his breath; the one indulgence in an otherwise spartan life; the book she had picked out for him, unearthed in a second-hand store--

“This demon got a name?”

“Vergil.”

#fragments from the google docs #devil may cry #dante #vergil #dmc v #nero's mother #nero's mom #this was the best place to crop this for posting but i do have a little more #that is basically v going '...lmao yeah u got me babe i should have known you'd know'#and yes v DOES immediately assume that ada's son is dante's #not vergil's

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[PREVIEW] TBA Chapter Twenty One: Between Summer and The Year's End

Well, this took a ...*looks at calendar* while.

But it's here and, thos those who waited, thank you for your patience. Thank you for joining me all the way to the end of Book 1 and here's to seeing you again in Book 2.

And given that the last time they saw each other was when they discussed about Ron’s plan to stop Quirrell, the boy could not blame the bird for being anxious.

Until then, I bid you all a fond "until we meet again".

...Ron was finally released by Madame Pomfrey barely two days before the Year End feast, giving him some time to settle a few things before the term ends. But since there was a lot of that, Ron hadn’t had the time to see the bird until late into last night, barely an hour before curfew.

There was also the thought that today will be the last they’ll have together. Noddy did not need to tell him that the little windcaller was already strong enough to be released, and the timing could not be any more right for both of them.

While Ron was happy for the bird that he could finally be free and perhaps find his family, the red head can’t also help but feel a little sad. He may have not known the creature for very long—hadn’t even gotten around to figuring out what he actually is, honestly, but he will miss the flying fluffball.

So he wouldn’t deny that he was prolonging the inevitable by lauding the bird with the stories he promised to tell once the whole Quirrell fiasco was over.

Besides, Ron could tell the bird was not going anywhere until then anyway.

The boy rubbed a finger on the creature’s head as they made their way to the Great Lake, making the bird tweet appreciatively in response.

“So, where do I start?”

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley #ron weasley defense squad

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Dayton, OH — VoicePlay live performances

After spending quite a bit of time in Ohio the previous autumn, VoicePlay returned in July 2015 for a night at the Fraze Pavilion. The show was almost cancelled for inclement weather, but luckily the rain held off and the outdoor venue stayed dry.

Their opening act was Eleventh Hour of Kettering Fairmount High School, the host group for the Kettering A Capella Festival that VoicePlay had participated in the year before. These talented kids had also opened for the Sing-Off tour a few months earlier at the Troy, OH show.

[NOTE: The videographer sings along a lot.]

Each performance of this blend of comedy skit and musical medley is always a little different. How much will the driver and passenger poke at each other's buttons? Where will the air freshener go? What song will Layne sing? Have a watch and find out.

Details:

title: Road Trip

original songs / performers: [0:50] "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim; [1:08] "Orinoco Flow" by Enya; [1:26] "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Quiet Riot; [2:35] "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; [2:48] "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister; [2:57] "Voices Carry" by ’Til Tuesday; [3:14] "Shout" by Tears For Fears; [3:30] "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by War; [3:40] "That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd; [4:24] "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Chicago; [5:43] "We Just Disagree" by Dave Mason; [6:04] "Let It Go" by Idina Menzel as Elsa in Frozen (2013) ** see this dedicated post for original song links

written by: "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Al Dubin & Joe Burke; "Orinoco Flow" by Eithne "Enya" Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin & Roma Ryan; "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Noddy Holder & Jim Lea; "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; "I Wanna Rock" by Dee Snider; "Voices Carry" by Robert Holmes, Aimee Mann, Michael Hausman, & Joey Pesce; "Shout" by Roland Orzabal & Ian Stanley; "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by Papa Dee Allen, Harold Ray Brown, B.B. Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard E. Scott, & Jerry Goldstein; "That Smell" by Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant; "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Peter Cetera & David Foster; "Let It Go" by Kristen Anderson-Lopez & Robert Lopez

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

My favorite bits:

road raging Eli

Tony's flickering eye movements at the first iteration of "Cum On Feel the Noize"

♫ "We'll get WILD, wild, wild…" ♫

Layne jolting awake on the beat

Geoff's little twirl as he flees the vehicle

Earl using the pretend aerosol spray as deodorant rather than his usual hairspray motion

Hey, Layne, look up there. ☝

Eli almost laughing at the different interruption

Trivia:

VoicePlay had been performing and tweaking this medley/skit since at least 2010.

They made a professional recording in front of a live audience during the 2014 Sing-Off tour.

Layne usually sings "Royals" by Lorde as his interrupting solo, but sometimes changes it like he does here in an attempt to make the other guys break character.

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As much fun as this medley is to listen to, it's even more entertaining to watch the boys perform it live, bopping around the stage and playing together.

Details:

title: The King Has Returned (Lion King medley)

original songs: "Circle of Life"; [1:51] "I Just Can’t Wait to Be King"; [2:29] "Hakuna Matata"; [3:16] "Be Prepared"; [4:39] "Circle of Life" (reprise)

written by: Elton John & Tim Rice

arranged by: VoicePlay

My favorite bits:

the rhythm section step-touching their way through the "Circle of Life" chorus

Tony and Eli gesture-bickering over which of them "mine" refers to during "I Just Can't Wait to Be King"

Earl's little Elvis groove at the beginning of "Hakuna Matata"

Eli and Earl bouncing across the stage in time with Geoff's little downward riff

Tony and Geoff's alternating Twist moves

the crunchy transition into "Be Prepared", and their emphatic stomping

Layne making a butt-smacking motion toward Geoff to go with the whipcrack in his percussion line

the two beats of silence after "Pay attention!"

Trivia:

This medley originally appeared on VoicePlay's 2012 album "Once Upon an Ever After"

"Hakuna Matata" was also included in the "aca-Disney" mashup they created for the 20th anniversary of Disney On Broadway, as well as in their "Aca Top 10 — Disney Sidekicks" countdown.

"Be Prepared" later appeared in their "Aca Top 10 — Disney Villains" countdown.

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[NOTE: The videographer sings along a lot.]

VoicePlay isn't exactly a boy band, but they certainly sound good singing these hit pop songs from across the decades. And they've got a few moves to go with those talented voices.

Details:

title: Boy Bands medley

original songs / performers: "ABC" by The Jackson 5; [0:36] "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles; [1:19] "My Girl" by The Temptations; [2:08] "Sherry" by The Four Seasons; [3:04] "YMCA" by The Village People; [3:37] "(You Got It) The Right Stuff" by New Kids on the Block; [4:00] "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys; [4:40] "Bye Bye Bye" by *NSYNC

written by: "ABC" by Berry Gordy, Freddie Perren, Alphonzo Mizell, & Deke Richards; "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by John Lennon & Paul McCartney; "My Girl" by Smokey Robinson & Ronald White; "Sherry" by Bob Gaudio; "YMCA" by Jacques Morali & Victor Willis; "You Got It (The Right Stuff)" by Maurice Starr; "I Want It That Way" by Andreas Carlsson & Max Martin; "Bye Bye Bye" by Kristian Lundin, Jake Schulze, & Andreas Carlsson

arranged by: VoicePlay

My favorite bits:

Geoff's slow realization that his mic is dying

the other four carrying on through "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" just fine, but knowing that the next transition could be borked

return of the bass right on time, but a third too low (Good recovery, dudes.)

Eli's little head tilt in the back during the chorus of "YMCA"

the crunchy transition from "Right Stuff" to "That Way"

Tony's fabulous pop timbre on the lead for the last two songs

"Everybody watch him drink that water." VoicePlay, modelling healthy hydration habits.

Trivia:

VoicePlay revised this medley and finally recorded a video for it in 2019 as the result of a Patreon poll.

This piece usually ended with "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction, but The Fraze didn't have a screen to project the visual gag that goes along with it, so the guys omited that part entirely for this performance.

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[NOTE: The videographer and her daughter sing along and yell a LOT.]

This video contains three separate numbers — Layne's drum solo, the "A Crimpella" medley of phonations, and an encore of "Don't Stop Believin'".

Details:

title: Layne's drum solo

written & arranged by: Layne Stein

Look at him go!!! 🥁

title: A Crimpella

original songs / performers: [2:12] "Walk the Dinosaur" by Was (Not Was); [2:25] "Witch Doctor" by Alvin & the Chipmunks; [2:32] "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang; [2:37] "We Go Together" from Grease!; [2:44] "Motownphilly" by Boyz II Men; [2:53] "Imma Be" by the Black Eyed Peas; [3:01] "Tutti Frutti" by Little Richard; [3:03] "Shoop" by Salt N Pepa; [3:10] "Jock-A-Mo" (aka "Iko Iko") by James "Sugar Boy" Crawford; [3:18] "Mahna Mahna" from The Muppet Show; [3:30] "Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin" by Journey; [3:51] "Goofy Goober Rock" from The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie; [3:55] "MMMBop" by Hanson; [4:08] "Hooked on a Feeling" by Blue Swede; [4:10] "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock; [4:16] "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do" by Neil Sedaka; [4:25] "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen; [4:42] "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga; [4:46] "Can't Get You Outta My Head" by Kylie Minogue; [4:52] "Limbo La La" by James Lloyd; [4:56] "All Night Long" by Lionel Richie; [5:13] "Wanna Be Starting Something" by Michael Jackson; [5:20] "Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye" by Steam ** see this dedicated post for original song links

arranged by: VoicePlay

My favorite bits:

the stomp sending Eli flying

everyone "watching" the UFO flyby and waving to it

the big wind-up before the others join Tony in rocking out

Earl's little chugging motions during Geoff's "ooga chaka" solo, that Layne then picks up for the next section

using the ♫ "goo-ood-byyye" ♫ as an actual exit line

Trivia:

This medley was part of their setlist for several years, including during the 2014 Sing-Off tour.

title: Don't Stop Believin'

original songs / performers: [8:00] "Don't Stop Believin'"; [10:38] "Open Arms"; and [10:47] "Any Way You Want It" by Journey; [10:31] "Oh Sherrie" by Steve Perry

written by: all songs written by Steve Perry in collaboration – "Don't Stop Believin'" with Jonathan Cain & Neal Schon; "Oh Sherrie" with Randy Goodrum, Craig Krampf, & Bill Cuomo; "Open Arms" with Jonathan Cain; "Any Way You Want It" with Neal Schon

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

My favorite bits:

the rare pairing up of Geoff and Tony & Eli and Layne during the first set of harmonies

Earl giving the camera a pointed look

Geoff's growl note as everyone but Earl drops out

the stacking of the polyphony section

Trivia:

Contrary to the cameraperson's assertion, Earl did not "mess up" the melody. That's how VoicePlay's arrangement goes. It's intentionally different from the original Journey version that she was probably expecting.

VoicePlay had been performing this arrangement since at least 2009, when they were still going by 4:2:Five.

In 2016, they were the featured guests at Camp A Cappella, and recorded a video for this song with the campers.

They later recorded a full version of "Any Way You Want It" during the second round of their PartWork series.

For a couple years, Eli also sang with a Journey cover band called Raised On Radio in between VoicePlay gigs.

#VoicePlay #live performance #a cappella #music #video #long post

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Sooo not my best work but a quick draw of a Kirby oc I’ve been thinking of making.

His name is Nebula.

His nickname is Ben or nebby ( Marx calls him this)

He’s a young adult noddy born with a star mark on his face.

He is deaf in one ear and a really sweetheart. He just has a bad temper when he gets very mad. He is a runt compared to others but boy is he feisty. He doesn’t talk about his family 😏 hehehe

He actually makes friends with Marx and somehow they get along.

Hmm. I don’t know if they will become more hehehe

Anyways hope you like him.

#kirby marx #kirby oc #kirby oc Nebula #hope you like him. trust me his backstory is kinda dark but all will be revealed later

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darkhorse-javert · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 5; X +1

I might write a turn-about situation for this prompt, as another idea is nagging, but for now have a Modern AU of Sam and Andrew, and a looming dinner. @flufftober

She slipped out of into the Station car-park, into the green park behind i, only to be confronted with a heap of person on her favourite perching wall.

"Andrew Foyle, what are you doing here, is something wrong?" She found herself shifting her weight back towards the gate. Should I get Mr Foyle.

He lifted his head "Oh, hullo Sam." A heavy sigh "Nothing's wrong, unless trying to work out how to get out of a Mess Dress dinner counts."

"Mess Dress dinner?" RAF things then.

"All the Brass and braid-trimmed, will be there, and particuarly prominent pilots, Group is showing us off to them."

"Isn't that a god thing, that you're being reconised by the upper ranks." Or looking at you for promotion maybe, I wouldn't know how the RAF works

he sighs with hs whole body, sagging "Its a Plus 1 Do." He begins to count off "WingCo's bringing his wife, Squadi's girlfriend is coming down specially to be there - I haven't even met her yet. Rex has even coaxed Colin in to going with him, Douglas has Heather..." He looked at her, face open, bleak, sad, "And then there's me sitting in, looking like a right Noddy-no-mates by comparison."

In the scheme of things, she saw day to day with the police it was small, tiny really- but to stand out so in a roup, especially in front of those you respected, wouldn't be nice.

She tipped her head, considering "Violet won't go with you? although she hadn't heard mention of Violet for a while, but Mr Foyle barely talked about Andrew anyway.

Andrew's mouth twisted in a wry smile, "Violet finished with me when Rex and Connie broke up, accused me of being clearly on Rex's side - when I was really just trying to stay out of it all."

She did remember a lot of gossip, almost a year ago, about a full-on fracas in one of the bars they'd been called to, which had involved the RAF boys and a confronation with their ladies. Gossip about which had always gone suspiciously silent as soon as Mr Fole was even thought to be nearby.

Andrew carried on in a dull tone "I'd rather get out of it, except I can't think of a way that won't also ground me for quite a while, or be too obvious. That's worse, nearly, because then everyone would know I tried to get out of it."

"You'd miss a good dinner, too- surely it will be good if they're feeding the top brass."

Another dry twich of the mouth into a sour smile, then Andrew seemed to give her another look. "Sam- " he said slowly as if measuring each word, "Would you come with me, to the dinner?" He hurried on, before she could quite register just what he was saying "Just as a friend, nothign else."

She looked at him, raised an eyebrow "A friend, or a cover-up?"

"Both, if you want, if it makes you feel better about it, play at being undercover. And you'd get a good dinner out of it"

"Play?" she pretended shock, all the while notingthe facts he'd offered, So perhaps Mr Foyle has been coaxed to say more about me than I ever thought he would.

Now Andrew was looking brighter all over, hopeful, but something struck her, "I'm not sure I've got anything smart enough to wear for it... Andrew, is Mess Dress equal to White-tie or Black-tie?"

(A/N It appears to be either)

#avaunt le letre #foyle's war fanfiction #sam stewart #andrew foyle #modern au #flufftober 2023

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What are Pyre and Nod's lowest stats? Do they have any "dump" stats? Does it affect them and their personalities in any notable ways?

Tbh I don't think Pyre has any dump stats, which is kinda funny considering I LOVE a dump stat lmao

his lowest Stat is probably intelligence tho? Most of the knowledge he cares about is practical stuff, which, for him, is more wisdom-focused. Things like perception and survival are more important to him than arcana. That's not to say it's particularly low, but he acts more on instinct and common sense than from a scholarly angle! Though, he does have a surprising amount of esoteric historical/literary knowledge and a knack for languages!

I think INT is also Noddy's lowest stat, except it IS a dump stat. 😩 The boy Might Be Dumb. If he weren't ASKAB (Assigned Serial Killer At Birth), he'd just be a pretty face and a silver tongue with just enough panache and audacity to get himself into trouble.

Weirdly adept at things like understanding the anatomy of many, many, many different creatures, but, hey--medicine is a WIS skill 😅

#pidge replies #oc: pyre #oc: threnody roth #is that anatomy knowledge bc of murder or Being A Slut?#the answer is yes

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Hellooo it's me again 😼

I wanted to request.

Nadia with a *drumroll* Lucio's sibling mc 🤨

I want to know what you think about it, like if mc told her since the beginning or later on the route, what would be Nadia's reaction, will she trust them right away?Nadia didn't remember them because yk

It would be more fitting to do headcannon

Anyways

Thanks for keeping Nadia's tag alive and well fed 🤧♥️

-🦭

Hello, Anon! It's nice to hear from you again. I hope you're doing well!

Now that was a request that I probably enjoyed way too much. My imagination went wild.

I believe that this MC is younger than Lucio. They could have been around 5-10 years old (possibly a year or two older) when Lucio made his first deal, so they were old enough to remember him but not old enough to actually do something about it.

Morga definitely didn't plan on having another child after popping out a goat, so MC was an accident that turned out a lot better than expected. Big brother Lucio definitely bullied his little sibling, and he was also extremely jealous of them for being everything their mother wanted in a child.

I also think that Lucio tried to kill MC too, but they were a sturdy little cutie (strong enough to endure a harsh winter) and survived. And now, they're hungry for revenge.

Thank you for this request, Anon, I really enjoyed it. Writing and posting Nadia content is my pleasure, and I'm just hoping that my creations are worthy of her tag 😂

Also, I kept this writing more on the general side, but if the public desires, I think I could write something bigger and more romantic 👀 Or anything else you want about these two, really.

I'm rambling so much omg.

Nadia with an MC who is Lucio's sibling

When MC arrived at the palace uninvited, Nadia first didn't want to let them in (it's kinda understandable because MC is probably a big and strong person with a German name like Freitag -> it means Friday in German. Montag is Lucio's name, which means Monday, and Monday sucks, but MC is cool, so yeah, Freitag.) She told the guards to make them go away, but it was useless. The stranger pushed through the wave of guards and barged through the palace doors. No one could stop them from meeting the Countess of Vesuvia. They were powerful and a little forceful, but they claimed that they had good intentions and wanted to help with the investigation.

And Nadia could really use some help in solving her ex-husband's murder, so she accepted their offer. But she had a few conditions herself. First, she made it clear that in Vesuvia, she was the boss lady and that MC would have to wear more appropriate clothes from that point. Animal fur just wasn't in style there.

During their first dinner together, Nadia took a good look at MC while they ate. They looked familiar, and they strangely resembled the former Count of Vesuvia. (Except for the hairline. MC's looked a lot better.) Still, their blonde hair, sharp yaw, wicked smile, and those silver eyes that haunted her every night were enough to stir some worries inside Nadia. And with an intuition like Nadia's, it was easy to become suspicious, but she couldn't tell for sure.

The next day, MC gazed at the strange painting in the Countess' salon, mortified by how anyone could portray their mother like that while waiting for Nadia's arrival. She was fashionably late, of course. When she arrived, she told MC that they were to visit Lucio's wing.

And oh boy, was it dramatic.

Lucio spoke to MC and Nadia in his creepy ghost voice.

"Noddy, I see you have finally taken an interest in your in-laws! How kind of you to bring them here! Did you come here to mourn me, little MC? Tell me how much you've missed your big and handsome brother!"

MC would reply something like this: "In my eyes, you've been dead since the moment you betrayed our family. And now, I will make sure you stay that way, Montag."

Nadia's eyes widened in horror, but she did her best to remain calm. Everything made so much sense. When it comes to being a leader, MC was everything Lucio thought he was. They were a provider, the protector of their people, and a true hunter. The best from their clan.

When they left Lucio's wing, Nadia brought up the topic and asked MC to explain everything to her. MC told her how Lucio made a deal, killed their father, and attempted to murder their mother and MC, unsuccessfully. With Lucio gone and MC being a much better version of him, MC became the official heir of the Scourge of the South. When Lucio found out, he probably tore out his hair, and that's the reason behind his hair loss.

Morga was the person who sent MC, her only worthy child, to Vesuvia. Their goal was to track Lucio down and do whatever it took to stop him and the plague, even if that meant killing him. Morga had to stay at home to take care of her people, and MC was more than willing to go.

And well, MC didn't really have to tell Nadia that they're Lucio's sibling since he revealed it himself. They only had to confirm it, which they did with absolute honesty, and Nadia appreciated it.

Trusting MC was a different issue, tho. Nadia wanted to trust them, but with Lucio being their brother, she had every reason not to. This MC had to work a little harder to earn her trust, which they did, possibly a lot sooner than expected. MC worked incredibly hard and managed to prove to her how different they were from their brother at every chance they got. Nevertheless, they had a very good reason to be there, and since they shared the same goal as Nadia, she gladly partnered up with them for the investigation.

At some point, they definitely had a little chat, and MC shared all the embarrassing and terrible stories they had of Lucio.

Monty definitely held a nasty grudge against MC, so I doubt that he told Nadia about them during their marriage. Maybe she knew about their existence, but of course, she couldn't remember them. If Lucio did tell a bit about them to Nadia, he probably did his best to make them seem like a total bitch.

Nadia respects MC's leading abilities, and she would be happy to let them help her rebuild Vesuvia. And train the guards. MC found them too soft.

And now we shall imagine MC and Lucio having a lovely sibling argument in German while Nadia is sipping tea in the background. She's definitely smiling behind her cup.

Monty, du verwöhnter Idiot!

I only speak a little bit of German. Please don't come at me if I wrote that incorrectly

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Something Worth Living For - Chapter 2

Ash Williams x Female Reader

Summary: You head to a motel for the night. You left in such a hurry that you didn’t pack any clothes with you. You might have to borrow some from someone...

Warning(s): Language, Large age gap

Masterlist: X

A/N: May still be subject to changes and edits. I hope you enjoy. More to come soon! 😉

“Ash, what are you doing?” came Kelly’s concerned voice from the open window of the yellow 1973 Delta’s open window.

You both had left the bar, you following him out to the car with nothing but your phone, driver’s license, and last night’s tips in your pocket. As you had said before, you had nothing left. Nothing worth not leaving behind, anyway.

“I’m coming with you guys,” you managed, thanking Ash as he held the backseat door open to you. You entered slowly, feeling Kelly’s eyes on you as you entered the backseat next to her.

Pablo was quick to turn and glance back at you too from the front seat.

“Jefe, you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m with Pablo on this, I’m sure you’re a great girl and all, Y/N...but Ash, you’re seriously going to get her exposed to all this? I mean, we could all die literally at any moment.”

You were about to open your mouth to answer, but Ash was quick to answer for you, huffing as he sat at the wheel.

“It’s final. She’s coming with. Give her a little time, I think she’ll handle herself nicely.”

You found yourself staring at him, thankful for his support.

“Whatever. Well, I know you you boys don’t mind sleeping in the car or the Airstream- but now that I have another lady on my team…I’m going to vote we stop at a motel or something, what do you say, Y/N?” Kelly looked over to you with a hopeful glance, smiling.

You nodded in agreement. “Please, I’m dying to get this blood and guts off me for the night,” you gestured to your clothes.

Kelly laughed.

“Yeah, sometimes it gets stuck in your hair…not a fun time.”

You both giggled in the back, and you noticed Pablo and Ash shared a look in the front of ‘Lord, what have we done’.

You drove for another hour or so out of town, as the nearest motel out of your town was a ways away. You listened in the backseat quietly about their lives, how they got where they are now. Some of it still sounded completely far fetched to you- Necronomicon, Kandarian demons…it sounded like something out of a cheesy 80s horror movie. You learned that Ash had worked with Kelly and Pablo at a ValueStop, before shit hit the fan and they had to start running. Pablo was what they called a ‘brujo’, or a shaman. It was a lot for your brain to process, but after what you saw tonight, you were willing to keep an open mind. They were currently on the hunt for some pages out of the Necronomicon that had disappeared.

You pulled up to the motel not long after, and paid for your room. Kelly and you decided to share a double Queen bed room while Pablo and Ash slept in the Airstream, Pablo crashing on the couch.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to share a room with your boyfriend, he in the doghouse or something?,” you asked Kelly, unlocking the door to you room.

“Pablo?! God no, he’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends.” You noticed a blush creep across her cheeks, and you decided not to press further. You noticed the way they looked at each other, even within the past few hours you’d known them. It’d take a fool not to see it.

“Oh, okay.” You shrugged, claiming a bed. You were about to head to the shower first when you stopped.

“Shit, I just realized I don’t have any clothes.”

“You can borrow anything of mine until we can go shopping,” Kelly offered.

You gave a small smile.

“I appreciate it, but you’re definitely a size or two smaller than me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure that’s not true. But if it’d make you feel any better, maybe Ash has something lying around you could borrow.”

You could feel your face turn hot.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother him with-“

“Please,” Kelly scoffed. “Ash won’t care. Go ahead, I won’t steal the shower while you’re gone,” she winked.

You smiled, nodding and heading out the door. You liked Kelly, and felt like she would make a good friend.

You made your way back to the Airstream parked on the side of the motel, and mustered the courage to knock on the door.

You could hear the sound of a shuffle from behind the door, and something rattle to the floor.

“Son of a bitch…” Ash’s muffled voice cursed. “Just a second!”

You stifled a laugh and waited patiently until the chrome door swung open. Ash looked down at you. He had taken off his gun holster and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving open a small V exposing his chest. You could see the beginning of salt and peppered hairs.

You fought back a gulp. You had no idea what the hold this man had around you meant…why did you get so nervous around him??

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Hi, Ash. I realized I hadn’t brought any clothes with me, and I was hoping you had something I could borrow…”

“Come on in, Pablo is out hunting for snacks at the vending machine or something.” He waved you in, holding the Airstream door open for you with his mechanical hand.

You thanked him and entered his humble abode. The caravan was quite tidy despite its clutter, beer bottles on counter tops and various scattered magazines and vinyl records.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he started, gesturing for you to sit on the couch while he approached his dresser. You complied, finding a small patch of open brown corduroy fabric that wasn’t covered by clothes to sit on.

“I’m sorry I kind of froze up back there. Not every day you see someone’s head blown off, you know” you offered. You nervously played with your hands.

“Hey, for your first time you did great. Most folks just end up dead,” Ash’s voice vouched, muffled by the barrier to his bedroom. He was honestly surprised you hadn’t been killed. It was almost like the deadite was toying with you, rather than actually trying to kill you. It was rare for a deadite to do this, as they were very quick to kill their victims. He tried his best not to think too much of it.

You managed a smile as he re-entered the room. He handed a stack of clothes to you.

“I hope these work for you. I know they’re not your size, but they’ll probably look a hell of a lot better on you than me,” he winked.

Ash would be lying if he wasn’t turned on by the thought of you wearing his clothes. He thought you were drop dead gorgeous, but he knew you wouldn’t be into an old fart like him. Wouldn’t stop him from trying, though.

“I appreciate it,” you blushed, “also, thank you for saving me tonight. If you guys hadn’t come through…I’d be dead.”

“Don’t mention it. We’ll probably be doing a lot of savin’ each other’s hides from now on, since you’re traveling with us.”

You could feel Ash close the space between you, coming closer.

“Well, hiding behind a bar and clutching a baseball bat isn’t what I’d consider saving anyone,” you muttered.

“Sweetcheeks, stop beating yourself up,” his hand cupped your chin up towards him. He studied your face. “You never said why you wanted to come with us. Why?”

“I told you. There’s nothing left for me at home. My job is done for, my mom is dead, my dead is a deadbeat God knows where…I don’t know. It just feels right coming with you guys.” It wasn’t a lie. Something was drawing you towards this trio. You weren’t quite sure what it was. It was almost like some sort of otherworldly magnetism.

“So you’re saying you have daddy issues, eh?” he teased.

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Sure, something like that.”

Ash’s hand was still holding your chin up towards him. You silently hoped that maybe he’d kiss you, but that would be crazy, right? No way he’d be into a naive girl like you.

His chocolate eyes roamed over your face and before either of you could say anything else, the door to the airstream swung open. Pablo entered holding an array of snacks in his arms.

Ash released his hand from your chin and you both took a step backwards.

“So Jefe, they didn’t have any Ho-Ho’s but I found a ton of gummies and candy bars-“ Pablo looked up from his stash and stopped when he saw you. “Oh. Hey Y/N! Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Pablo. Thanks. I was just heading back,” You turned to Ash. “And thanks again for these.”

Ash rested a hand on his belt, nodding towards you.

“Sweet dreams, dollface. See you in the morning.”

You left and made your way back to your motel room.

After a much needed shower and extensive brain-matter removal process from your hair and body, you changed into the clothes Ash had given you. It was a simple button up blue shirt shirt and a pair of boxers. They were large on you, hanging off of your frame. Thankfully they were comfy and you weren’t complaining. They smelled faintly of gasoline, cheap cologne, and musk.

You exited the bathroom and Kelly looked up from the motel TV screen over at you.

“Jesus.”

You immediately stopped, raising an eyebrow and looking down at your attire.

“What?”

“You are totally blushing right now!”

You felt your face grow even hotter, and surely redder.

“It was a hot shower,” you lied.

She looked you up and down again, a knowing smile on her face.

“Right. Well, you better have left me some,” she stood and walked past you into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You crawled into your bed, rolling over and quickly falling asleep to Ash’s scent surrounding you.

Chapter 3

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